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The Cabin 2 of 3 MffF cons inc

Sigerson H

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The Cabin [2 of 3]

MffF cons inc
Chapter 1 - Off to the Cabin

The road to the cabin was bad. It was more of a
dirt trail than a road. There was one switchback
after another as I drove up the mountain to the
cabin. The road was almost washed out in places.
The tree branches were so close that that at times
the windshield was totally blocked by leaves as we
drove through them. It looked like no one had
driven down the road in years.

I glanced at Marti. She was leaning against the
door of the SUV dozing in and out of sleep. She
was wearing a plain white tee shirt and faded
cutoffs over her bikini. She had been dressing
like that most days for the last two years. At
first I thought she was too young to wear a bikini
but my wife assured me that most girls wore them
now even if there was 'nothing' to hold up.

I felt another twinge of guilt as I looked at her.
Just over a year ago my wife, June, had died from
cancer. I had been so devastated that I had
virtually ignored Marti for a whole year. My grief
therapy group had finally convinced me that
grieving for my wife was not going to help Marti.
I needed to connect with her and get on with my
life so that we could both work through our grief
processes.

I had been considering ways to help Marti work
through the loss of her mother when I received
word from my brother that he was leaving the
country for an extended stay abroad.

"Max," he had said, "it's a nice cabin. There's
lots of room. Take a couple guys up there for a
week of fishing. They'll love you for it. All I
want you to do is check it out once a month. Keep
the varmints out. Report any break-ins to the
sheriff. I just need you to look after the place
until I get back."

I leaped at the chance. "Sure, I'll look after the
place," I said. "Send me the keys to the place and
instructions to get there."

"The keys and a map are already in the mail, Max,"
he said. "I knew I could count on you. They're
calling my flight now, Max. I'll stop by when I
get back to pick up the keys. 'Bye, bro." And the
line went dead.

I was due a lot of vacation and decided to spend
some time up there with Marti. We could reconnect
and perhaps both of us could recover from our
mutual loss. If we both had a good time then we
could end up spending most of the summer up there.

I went upstairs to her bedroom and knocked on her
door. "Marti," I said, "May I come in?"

"Sure, Daddy," she said.

Marti was standing in front of her closet door
brushing her hair. My twelve-year-old daughter
looked so much like her mother at that moment that
a lump developed in my throat. It hurt so much I
couldn't speak. I sat down on her bed while I
tried to regain my composure.

I cleared my throat and stood up to give myself a
few more seconds for recovery.

"Marti," I said, "Your Uncle Dave is going to lend
me the use of his cabin for part of this summer.
Would you like to go up there with me? Just the
two of us. To spend some time together. I know
I've been busy with work for a while but I thought
this summer we could start spending more time
together. I figured Dave's cabin might give us a
chance to do that."

I was babbling. I couldn't stop my self. Marti
looked at me as if I had just turned into an
alien.

My babbling was interrupted when Marti threw
herself at me. She jumped into my arms and wrapped
her legs around my waist. She kissed me full on
the mouth. I had to hold her buttocks to keep her
from slipping down. She broke the kiss only long
enough to whisper, "I love you, Daddy," into my
ear. Then she was kissing me again.

I hadn't kissed anyone since my wife had gotten
sick. I hadn't even slept with a woman since
Marti's mother had become bedridden. Marti's kiss
was not sexual but I became acutely aware of the
twin buds of her nipples pressing against my
chest. The heat from her crotch began to warm my
belly. Before I knew what I was doing I began to
squeeze her buttocks in my hands. I froze mid-
squeeze. What the hell was I doing?

I changed the squeeze to a light slap on the fanny
and took Marti's arms from around my neck.

"Alright darling," I said. "We need to get things
ready so that we can go. We'll spend a week up
there at first to see if we like it. If we do then
we will come back to town for a couple days to
arrange for an extended stay up there. How does
that sound?"

"That sounds wonderful, Daddy!" squealed Marti.
She had always been a tomboy. The idea of having a
dozen acres of woods to explore on her own
appealed to her.

That was a week ago. Now here I was driving on
this narrow dirt road that was supposed to get us
to this wonderful cabin. I hoped I wasn't lost.
There was no way I could turn this truck around on
this road. I rounded one last switchback and saw
the sign for my brother's cabin. The sign was a
simple wooden plank nailed to a fencepost. I
didn't think it was possible but the road beyond
was even less well maintained than the last ten
miles of road. I was wrong. The side road to
Dave's cabin managed to be even worse.

I'm not quite sure what I expected. I didn't think
that the cabin would have all the amenities that
we had at our house. I also expected more than a
dilapidated one-room shack. My expectations were
partially met. The cabin was not dilapidated.

"We're here, Marti," I said as I came to a stop.
We both got out of the truck and looked at the
cabin. It was a small log structure with a porch
that ran along the entire front of the building.
There were three dirty windows on the front of the
cabin. I started to have some regrets about
suggesting the place. I turned to Marti to
apologize.

"I love it, Daddy!" she said as she ran to the
front door. She tried to open the door but had to
wait until I arrived with the key.

Inside the single room was neat but dusty. It
looked as if no one had been here for a few years.
"It's going to take all afternoon to clean this
place," I muttered to myself.

Marti was dancing from foot to foot in the middle
of the room. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked.

It finally struck me. There was only one room. I
saw a door on the wall opposite the front door.
Maybe there is another room I thought to myself.

I crossed the room in a half-dozen strides and
threw the bolt. The door opened onto a small back
porch that was the termination of a narrow dirt
path. I knew with a sickening feeling where the
path led. I went to the single bed in the room and
dropped to my knees. There was a chamber pot and a
roll of toilet paper under the bed.

I handed the chamber pot to Marti. "You can use
this or you can follow the path out the back
door," I said. "If you want to use the pot I'll
wait outside."

Marti grabbed the toilet paper and ran out the
back door without saying anything.

I was devastated. My amazing week was quickly
turning into an awful week.

We would have to spend at least one night here
anyway. I didn't want to drive down that road
without a good night's sleep. I went to the car to
get our suitcases and food.

I tried the hand pump that was mounted over the
kitchen sink. After a couple dozen pumps I was
getting sweaty but I could feel the pump begin to
suck water. Another dozen pumps and the sink began
to fill with clear ice cold water.

I filled a large kettle full of water and set it
on the stove. There were some split logs and
kindling by the stove that provided the
necessaries for a fire. It took me six matches to
get the fire going. I was definitely not a
woodsman.

I looked around the cabin to orient myself to my
surroundings. The cabin was a single rectangular
room. One end of the rectangle contained the stove
and food cupboards while the other end contained a
small bed and some armoires that served as
closets. The ceiling was made of thick planks that
ran from one side of the cabin to the other. There
were two ladders that led to rough cut holes in
the planking. I climbed the ladder to the hole on
the kitchen end of the cabin and looked around
with a flashlight. The 'attic' was just used as
additional storage space for little used items. My
flashlight illuminated an old rug, a broken chair
and a few old cooking pots at the kitchen end.
There were a couple wooden crates at the other
end. The dust in the attic was even thicker than
the dust in the cabin. That reminded me that I
needed to get cleaning if we were going to have
supper that night.

I unpacked cleaning supplies while I waited for
the water to heat. I was about to start dusting
when it dawned on me that Marti was still not back
from the outhouse. I checked the stove to make
sure that the fire was not in danger of spilling
out onto the floor before heading down the path to
find Marti.

I called to Marti as I walked toward the outhouse.
I didn't receive an answer. I knocked on the door
of the toilet. Still no answer. I opened the door
and looked in. It was just a simple one-holer with
no occupants. The toilet paper was on a small
shelf by the seat so Marti had made it this far.

I examined the path carefully on the way back. I
spotted the side path halfway between the cabin
and the outhouse. A pair of small sneakers had
left a set of tracks down the side path.

I marked the path carefully as I followed Marti's
tracks. I heard a huge splash about fifty yards
down the path. I immediately thought the worst and
ran towards the sound of the splash. The path
ended abruptly at a small clearing that was
adjacent to a pond. Marti's clothing was lying in
a heap by the end of the path. I arrived in time
to see her climb out of the pond and start
climbing a tree that had a branch hanging out over
the pond.

"Marti!" I called to her.

"Hi, Daddy!" she called back. "Watch this!"

I watched her climb the tree and walk out over the
pond. She balanced herself on the branch for a few
seconds and then jumped. She hugged her knees and
curled into a ball before she hit the water. The
splash went past the diving branch by about four
feet.

When she surfaced I called to her again. "Marti, I
need to speak with you for a few minutes," I said.

She swam over to me and climbed out of the pond.

I sat down on a log and waited for her to come
over to me. Marti started wringing the water out
of her long blonde hair as she walked towards me.
Again I was struck by how much she resembled her
mother in her face and mannerisms.

I also noticed that her bikini was translucent now
that it was wet. The aureoles of her breasts made
small dark circles on the white cups of her bikini
top. The cleft between her legs was emphasized by
the by the clingy white of her bikini bottom as
Marti tugged the bikini higher on her hips. I felt
my cock begin to stir as I looked at her. I
quickly looked away.

Marti sat down on the log beside me. "I love it
here, Daddy!" she said breathlessly. "We have a
whole swimming pond all to ourselves."

I was taken aback. I had expected her to complain
about the lack of an indoor toilet and privacy.

I was going to apologize for dragging her up here.
Now I changed course. "I thought you might be
upset about having to walk through the woods just
to pee," I said.

Marti laughed. I hadn't heard her laugh like that
in a year and a half. I almost cried with that
memory. Maybe she had laughed but I had been too
absorbed in my own loss to pay attention to her. I
had wasted a whole year of her precious life
ignoring her needs. My throat began to hurt again.
Tears started trickling down my cheek. I turned my
face away from Marti and tried to brush them away
before she noticed.

Marti put a cold wet arm around my waist as she
hugged me.

We sat like that for almost a half-hour. I would
stop crying and then start again when I tried to
speak to Marti. I just couldn't stop.

"I got to the hospital before you did on that last
day, Daddy," said Marti. "Mommy told me to sit
down beside her so that she could tell me some
things before she died. She said not to tell you
until you were ready to hear them. I think you're
ready now. Do you want me to tell you what she
said?"

I nodded and managed to squeak out a "Yes."

"Mommy had known she was going to die for months,"
Marti said. "She saw how you were not handling the
fact that she was going to die. She told me that
after she died you would deal with her death by
working and doing anything but crying for her and
for me. She said that I would have to be strong
enough to take care of myself for a while. She
also said that I could count on Aunt Jane to take
care of the funeral but that she would disappear
as soon as she could and that Uncle Dave would be
no help at all. That is pretty much what happened
wasn't it Daddy?"

I nodded again. I was also able to say "Yes" with
out sounding like a strangled mouse.

"Well, Daddy," she said, "I did manage to take
care of myself, didn't I? I also pushed you into
your grief group even when you didn't want to go.
They were the ones who suggested to you that we
needed to start being a family again even though
Mommy is gone. You haven't neglected me, Daddy.
You were just grieving in your own way."

"Thank you for saying that, Marti," I choked. "I'm
not sure how much of that I believe, but thank you
for saying it."

Marti climbed onto my lap and put her arms around
my neck like she used to do when she was younger.

She kissed me on the mouth and said "We can't
change what we did, Daddy. But we can change what
we will do. By bringing me up here, you've already
started changing what you were doing. You're
starting to grow again. You're becoming the Daddy
that I grew up loving."

I hugged Marti tightly to my chest. Her swimsuit
was getting my shirt and pants wet. A month ago I
would have been furious about that. Now I didn't
care. My daughter had forgiven me for a year of
neglect and I had an opportunity to try to set
things right. Wet shirts and pants were trivial
matters.

I also became aware that cold, wet bikini tops
also caused other things to happen to young girls.
Marti's nipple was rock hard and poking me in the
chest. The side effects of that were going to be
apparent to Marti very quickly unless I got her
off my lap.

"We need to clean the cabin before we make supper
and go to bed," I said abruptly. I stood up still
holding Marti in my arms. She playfully tried to
wriggle out of my arms as I carried her back to
the pile of discarded clothing. She started to
slip out of my arms but I managed to catch her
before I dropped her on the ground. My hand slid
along her the side of her chest before catching
her bikini top and tearing it from her breast. For
a fraction of a second my hand cupped her bare
breast.

I quickly let her legs drop so that she stood on
the ground. My watch caught on the leg hole her
bikini bottom and pulled the crotch aside to
reveal her hairless pussy lips. My cock grew
instantly hard as I stared at my daughter's pussy.

Marti adjusted her swimsuit to cover her pussy and
breast.

"I. I. I'm sorry, Marti," I stammered. "I didn't
mean to. to." I couldn't think how to say that I
hadn't meant to feel your tit and expose your cunt
without sounding like a pervert.

"It's O.K., Daddy," said Marti. "I know you didn't
mean to do that. You used to bathe me so it's not
like you haven't seen me naked before. I shouldn't
have wiggled so hard."

Marti looked at the bulge in the front of my
pants. I decided the best way to deal with this
was to pretend that I was not aroused at the sight
and feel of my nearly nude daughter. I smiled at
Mart and said, "I'll meet you back at the cabin.
We have a lot of cleaning to do before I can cook
some supper. Then we will need to clean some more
before bedtime. We'll finish the rest of the
cleaning in the morning."

I started back to the cabin. I forced myself to
walk though I wanted to run.

Chapter 2 - The Bet

The water was boiling when I got back so I started
washing dishes and cookware. Marti walked in a few
minutes later carrying her wet swimsuit and shoes.
She had put her baggy shorts and tee shirt on,
thank god. Now I just had to get rid of the image
of my daughter not wearing panties under her
shorts.

I poured some hot water and soap into a bucket and
added enough cold water to get it to bearable
temperature. I handed the bucket and a sponge to
Marti. "Wash the table and chairs," I said. "Then
start on the cupboards."

I cleaned the kitchen area while Marti cleaned the
rest of the cabin. Since the kitchen took up about
half the cabin it was an equitable division of
chores. I was getting hungry and turned to Marti
to ask her what she wanted for supper. She was
standing on the ladder looking around the attic at
the bedroom end of the cabin. I walked the few
paces to the ladder to ask her about supper.

Marti was still dressed in her shorts but there
are reasons girls should wear panties when they
wear skirts or baggy shorts. I looked up to speak
to Marti and I stared right into her pantiless
crotch.

I quickly turned around and tried to discretely
adjust my cock. I really needed to go out in the
woods and jerk off. Maybe that would prevent me
from getting an erection whenever I looked at my
daughter. "You're turning into a real pervert," I
chastised myself silently. I concentrated on
pointlessly straightening piles of clothing that
were already straight while my erection subsided.

"What would you like for supper, Marti?" I asked
without turning around. I had to fight the urge to
try to catch another glimpse of her smooth pouty
cuntlips. "Don't think that way!" I yelled to
myself in my mind.

"Just make some mac and cheese with some dogs,"
said Marti. "But help me get this box down first.
It's kind of heavy."

"I think we should just leave Dave's stuff where
it is," I said.

"O.K., Daddy," Marti said. "Catch this."

I looked up into her crotch again just in time to
catch a small wooden box that Marti was dropping
through the hole. The box was heavy. I set the
dusty thing on the floor beside the ladder. The
lid was held shut by a simple hasp with a piece of
wood where one would usually find a padlock.

Marti kneeled down beside the box and removed the
piece of wood. I was not even able to get out a
word of protest before she had the lid open and
was looking through the contents of the crate. The
box was filled with magazines.

Marti opened the top magazine of the stack. I
looked over her shoulder as she opened it to a
random page in the middle. There were pictures of
nude men and women walking on the beach. There
were other pictures of nude people sitting beside
a swimming pool. And still more pictures of nude
adults and children participating in some kind of
organized activity. The activity involved a nude
heavyset man with a beard speaking to them while
they held small paper circles with numbers. I
assumed that the text of the article explained the
activity but I was too engrossed with the pictures
to give it much thought. I was getting horny just
looking at the bare breasts of the women. I hadn't
seen a naked woman since my wife had gotten sick.

It finally sank in that my daughter was looking at
pictures of naked people. "I don't think you
should be looking at that," I said as I reached
for the magazine. Marti twisted her body to put
the magazine out of my reach.

"Why not, Daddy?" she asked. "I've seen women
naked before. I've even seen naked men before.
Pictures of naked people aren't worse are they?"

That shocked me. "Where have you seen naked men?"
I asked sternly. I thought the worst of course. I
imagined some pervert exposing himself to my
daughter as she was walking home from school.

"I've seen you naked a few times," she said. "I've
also seen a few of the guys from school when they
went skinny dipping at Margie's birthday party
last spring. Her folks came home just as they were
jumping into the pool. Her mother was really mad
but Margie showed her that the boys were not on
her guest list. Margie's mom chased the boys out
of the pool and then called the boys parents and
told them what the boys had done."

Marti looked up at me. My erection was just inches
from her face. I pathetically tried to shield
Marti from the warping influence of my erection by
placing my hands over the front of my jeans.

"Did you get an erection from looking at pictures
of these naked people?" asked Marti.

"Yes," I answered honestly, "most men get
erections when they see nude women or pictures of
nude women. But, Marti, I really wish that you
would put down that magazine. It is not
appropriate material for your age."

"The men in these pictures are standing right next
to those women and they don't have erections," she
said with the air of someone with logic on her
side.

"That's because they are accustomed to being
around other people who are nude," I said getting
a little exasperated."

"You mean," said Marti, "that if you were around
nude people more then you wouldn't get an erection
like you did earlier when you saw my pussy."

I blushed furiously at the vivid memory of Marti's
hairless pussy peeking out of the leg hole of her
bikini bottom.

"Well, probably," I said hesitatingly. "But you're
getting old enough that I shouldn't see you naked
at all. It just isn't proper."

Marti pointed to a picture of a nude man and woman
sitting on a bench while their children set the
dinner plates and food on a picnic table. One of
the girls looked like she was a few years older
than Marti. The girl's breasts were growing into
pleasant looking mounds with just a hint of sag
caused by the added weight. The girl also had a
thin but dark patch of pubic hair on her pussy
lips and pubic mound.

"This is a family and they all seem comfortable
being nude together," said Marti logically. "Maybe
if I was nude around you more then you wouldn't
get an erection when you see me or get close to
me. I like giving you hugs, Daddy. But if you keep
getting erections you will stop me from giving you
hugs so that your erection won't make you
uncomfortable."

Marti paused. I wasn't quite sure how to respond
to her. I couldn't think of a way to tell her that
I was getting sexual feelings for her that
wouldn't make me sound like a dirty old man.

"You know there would be several other advantages
to being naked up here," Marti continued. "I could
get a tan all over. I'd love taking a shower after
gym class and not having tan lines. Margie always
brags that she never has tan lines because she
sunbathes nude in her backyard with her mother."

My jaw moved up and down but no words came out. I
felt like I was losing control.

Marti reached up to pat the bulge behind my
zipper. My cock twitched at the touch of her hand.

"That's just what we should do, Daddy," Marti
said. "We should both be naked while we're up
here. Then you can stop pretending that you aren't
sexually aroused by being near me and I can stop
pretending that you don't have an erection."

Marti quickly stood up and removed her tee shirt
and shorts. She stood before me nude and proud.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off,
Daddy?" asked Marti with a touch of disappointment
in her voice.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Marti," I
whispered hoarsely. "I haven't been around a nude
woman since your mother got sick. I've been
getting erections just catching glimpses of you. I
don't know what I would do if I am around you day
and night without clothing."

"Will you try to rape me, Daddy?" asked Marti
gravely.

"No, dear," I said, "but I will probably have a
constant erection and your mother's not here to
uh. have intercourse with or to uh. help me."

I remembered the quiet Sunday mornings when June
used to give me the most fantastic blowjobs. My
balls ached at the remembrance.

"Well if it gets really bad, Daddy I can help,"
said Marti. "I've heard some of my girlfriends
talk about giving their boyfriends blow jobs and
hand jobs. I've never done that but I could learn.
Or I suppose you could just do it yourself."

Marti paused again. "But I bet that in a day or so
you won't get an erection by just looking at me."

The gambler and the pervert took over my mind at
that point. I loved making bets.

"What are you willing to bet?" I asked sharply. My
mind was no longer clouded by images of Marti's
pert mounds of tit flesh and pussy lips. There was
a bet on the table.

Marti looked at me with a glint of amusement in
her eye. We had often played this game. She would
make some broad statement that began with the
words 'I bet'. I would challenge her by asking
'How much?' or 'What are you willing to bet?' Then
the bargaining would begin and the terms of the
bet spelled out explicitly and written on a piece
of paper that was then posted prominently in the
kitchen. When the bet was won the loser had to pay
the winner in front of witnesses.

"I'll bet my allowance for a whole year," said
Marti firmly. "If you win, you won't have to pay
me any allowance for fifty-two weeks. If I win you
will have to double my allowance for fifty-two
weeks."

"And what is the bet exactly?" I asked. "How will
we know when the bet is won or lost?"

"Your cock has to remain un-erect for twenty-four
hours in a row while we are both naked."

"That's a sucker bet," I said. "Most men,
including me get erections while we dream. I'll
lose the bet no matter what the timeframe."

"O.K.," said Marti. She started pacing the floor
as she thought. She stopped and looked at me.

"How about this?" she asked. "We both have to
remain naked for the next seven days. If you can
be with me for all of one day while we are awake
without getting an erection then I win the bet. If
you get only one erection in each of those days
then you win the bet. In order to ensure fairness
we must spend all day of every day together."

"Done," I said promptly. I spit in my hand and
held it out to Marti.

Marti grinned wickedly. She spit in her hand and
we shook. Bets were sacred. Nobody welched on a
bet. And all parties had to do their best to try
to win the bet.

"You'd better get undressed," said Marti.

Rationality returned to my brain. "This uh. wasn't
such a good uh. Maybe we uh. can call it uh. I can
just pay you uh."

"We made a bet, Daddy," said Marti firmly. "You
have to try to win. You can't quit. I've never
seen you cheat to win and I've never seen you
throw in the towel on a bet. Don't do it now,
Daddy."

I looked into her eyes. She was dead serious about
this. In all of our bets I had never cheated to
win. I had never let her win. The few bets she had
won, she had won fair and square.

I took off my shirt and draped it on the chair. I
unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Marti was
standing only a few feet from me. She wasn't even
turning her back to me. I was getting a little
peeved. I dropped my pants to my ankles and sat on
the bed to remove my shoes. Marti still kept her
eyes glued to my crotch. The little pervert wanted
to see an erect cock.

I stood up and removed my under shorts. My cock
bobbed up and down with my pulse as it stuck
stiffly out from my body.

"I never thought it was that big," said Marti
softly. She reached out to touch it. I grabbed her
wrist before she could touch my cock.

"One stipulation on that bet," I said. "You can't
physically touch me with the intention of
deliberately arousing me."

"Agreed," said Marti. "And you can't touch
yourself to get erect either. But you're already
aroused, right now. I've never touched a guy's
cock before. Not even a soft one. Can I see what
it feels like?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to encourage this but I
really wanted to feel her hand on my cock. I had
to be careful not to squirt cum all over her
though and right now I was aroused enough to cum
with only a couple of strokes.

"O.K., Marti," I said. "But don't move you hand or
squeeze more than once. I am very aroused right
now and I could cum very quickly."

"I'll be careful," said Marti.

I stood with my hands at my sides as Marti moved
in front of me to grasp my penis in her hands. She
squeezed my erect shaft twice to test its
hardness. Then she did just what I was afraid she
would do. She moved her hand up and down my shaft
a half dozen times. I made no move to stop her. If
she had tried to stop, I'm not sure I would have
let her.

"I'm going to cum, Marti," I hissed between
clenched teeth.

Marti kept pumping my cock until I jerked
spasmodically. I shot cum all over her belly and
breasts. She seemed surprised at the amount of
stuff drooling down her belly. She dipped a finger
into one glob of cum before putting the finger to
her tongue. It didn't seem too bad so she tried to
scoop up another glob with her fingers to get a
better taste. I saw that some of the globs were
soon going to be drooling between her pussy lips.
I grabbed my shorts off the bed and wiped my cum
from her belly.

"Wash that cum off your body while I get supper,"
I said. "I don't want you getting pregnant because
my semen dripped into your pussy."

Marti smiled at me and scooped another glob of
semen from her breast. The nipple hardened
immediately as she sucked my cum from her fingers.
She exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked
to the kitchen to get a washcloth. I thought to
myself, "So that's how you want to play this game.
Two can play it that way. If you want to make me
horny, I could spend my time making you twice as
horny."

Marti was careful to keep the cum away from her
pussy as she cleaned herself off. She kept her
eyes on my cock as she wiped her belly and
breasts. When she was done she dipped the
washcloth into the bucket and wiped the cold cloth
across her breasts. Her nipples instantly turned
into pebbles. My cock started to get hard again.
She smiled at me so sweetly. Marti does have a
devilish streak in her.

I smiled right back at her. "Please set the table,
Marti," I said just as sweetly. "I'll have supper
ready in about twenty minutes."

Marti kept up the show while I cooked. She would
drop something on the floor and deliberately turn
her back and spread her legs as she bent over to
pick it up. My eyes could not help but be drawn to
her beautiful pussy lips that peeked out from
between her legs.

When she finished teasing me with her pussy she
sat down at the table to write out the terms of
our bet. I had to correct a couple small items and
some of the wording but she finished it in
longhand and then rewrote it with all of the
corrections incorporated. She then nailed it to
the wall by the stove. A bet is a serious thing in
our house but once a bet is posted it takes on an
air of religious law.

At last supper was ready. I set the pan of mac and
cheese on the table along with a plate of hot
dogs. My cock was already at full attention as I
dished up a plateful of macaroni for each of us. I
sat down on one of the hard wooden chairs at the
table. Wooden chairs are really hard on bare
butts. I made a mental note to look for cushions.

Marti sat down across from me. She was still
smiling that wicked smile of hers. She took one of
the hot dogs from the plate and blew on it to cool
it off. "I just love hot dogs," she said. She
didn't bother to put the hot dog in a bun but
instead held it delicately between her fingers and
sucked on it as she moved the wiener in and out of
her mouth in a blatant attempt to simulate a
blowjob. My nuts were ready to explode. I finally
snapped.

I stood up and walked over to Marti. Her smile was
replaced by a look of concern. I stood with my
cock only inches from her mouth. I grabbed my cock
with one hand and jerked myself off furiously. I
tried to aim for her plate of macaroni but still
managed to get some on her bare breasts. I milked
the last few drops of cum onto her plate.

I sat down and resumed eating.

Marti was speechless for a few seconds. That is
not a state to which she is accustomed. Eventually
she recovered, though. She took a large forkful of
macaroni and cheese and chewed it with a smile on
her face. After she swallowed it she said, "That's
pretty good mac and cheese, Daddy. What's the
secret of your sauce?"

I ignored the question and continued eating.

Marti wiped some of the cum off her breasts with
the hot dog. She examined it critically for a few
seconds before sucking the cum off with a muffled
"Yummy."

This was going to be a long week.

Chapter 3 - Touching Marti

Marti ate all of her mac and cheese with cum
sauce. She also scraped most of the cum off her
breasts and plate with a hot dog and ate that. She
was back to smiling in triumph by the end of the
meal.

I was horny again. I hadn't cum twice in one day
for at least five years and here I was ready for a
third orgasm.

"I cooked," I said to Marti, "so you can do the
dishes."

"O.K., Daddy" she said as she started clearing the
table.

I got our blankets and sheets out of the cardboard
box we had packed them in and started to make up
the single bed. It was a double bed set against
the wall farthest from the kitchen. There was also
a couch in front of a fireplace that could be used
as a second bed. At least I thought so until I
laid down on it. It was lumpy and hard. Springs
poked into my back at several places. Marti would
have to sleep on the couch. I left the sheets and
blankets piled on one end of the couch for her.

It was getting dark and cold by the time Marti
finished the dishes so I built a fire in the
fireplace to try to warm up the cabin. I sat down
on the couch to read until bedtime. I still had an
erection.

Marti sat down next to me to read more of the
nudist magazines she had found in the attic. I did
my best to ignore her nudity and proximity.

We had both been reading quietly on the couch when
Marti lay down on the couch with her head resting
on my bare thigh. Her long blonde hair draped
itself over my erect cock.

"You're not supposed to try to touch me to get me
aroused," I said peevishly.

"Jeez, Daddy," You've been aroused since supper.
If you keep this up, I won't be able to touch you
at all for a week. Do you think this woman has
pretty breasts?"

Whenever Marti was losing an argument she always
tried to change the subject. I sighed deeply. She
did have a point though. My erection hadn't gone
down all evening.

I looked at the picture in question. It showed a
tanned young nude woman standing on a beach
talking to an equally tanned and nude young man.
They were both in their late teens and neither had
a hint of excess fat or tan lines. I looked at the
breasts of he young woman. They were beautifully
shaped with no hint of sag yet. The aureoles were
large dark brown circles each with a darker brown
nipple at the center. The girl was probably a 34C.

"Yes," I said, "she does have pretty breasts. It's
been my experience that most girls and women also
have pretty breasts. Why do you ask?"

Mart put down the magazine and cupped her own
breasts with her hands. "I wish my breasts would
start growing. I think I have the smallest breasts
of all the girls in my class."

"Your breasts are just as pretty as that girls
breasts are," I replied. "Your breasts will grow
when your body tells them to grow. Worrying about
it won't make them grow any faster."

"My friend Sally said that sleeping with a boy and
letting him suck your breasts will cause them to
grow faster," said Marti.

"If your friend Sally does that," I said, "her
breasts will grow. They will also grow if she
doesn't do that. If she sleeps with a boy and lets
him suck her breasts they will probably grow much
sooner because she becomes pregnant. Wanting
bigger breasts is not a reason to get pregnant."

It was Marti's turn to sigh. "Yeah," she said, "I
know you're right. But I still want bigger boobs.
The boys only look at girls who have big boobs.
Were Mom's boobs this big when she was my age?"

"I've only seen pictures of your mother with her
clothes on when she was your age," I replied. "I
suppose her breasts were about you size."

Marti flipped through another half dozen pages.
She stopped at two pictures of a slim twenty-
something woman with enormous breasts. In the
first picture the woman was standing on the beach
looking out to sea. Her breasts showed almost no
sag. In the second picture the woman was lying on
her back on a beach towel. Her breasts looked like
twin miniature volcanoes projecting from her
chest. The way they stood up instead of slouching
down showed that they were manmade not natural.

"I want breasts like that," said Marti enviously.

"You know that those are implants, don't you?" I
asked. "Real breasts don't stand up like that when
a woman is lying down. Breast implants do stand
up."

Marti turned her head in my lap to look up at me.
The shaft of my cock brushed against her cheek. I
almost ejaculated again.

"Can I get a boob job?" asked Marti.

"You're much too young to even consider such a
thing," I protested. "Even when you're older, I
would argue against such an operation."

I patted Marti on the shoulder and said, "It's
time for bed now, dear. There are sheets and
blankets for you to make up your bed"

I got up to go to the outhouse to relieve myself
and to piss. Marti followed me out the door. Every
mosquito in the state smelled fresh blood. We were
both swatting madly only two steps from the door.
We retreated in the face of the onslaught.

I slammed the door behind us. "Maybe I'll just use
the chamber pot," I said. At least my erection had
gone down in the face of the hordes of blood-
sucking mosquitoes.

I picked up the chamber pot and held it under my
cock. Marti came over to watch me as soon as she
heard the sound of my piss striking the side of
the pot. "Do you mind?" I said sarcastically. "I
usually work solo when I do this."

"But I've never watched a guy pee before,"
protested Marti. "And according to the rules of
our bet we have to be in each others company at
all times. So I will have to watch you tomorrow
anyway. You'll have to watch me, too. Or at least
you will have to be where I can see you when I
pee."

"You'll be one of the great barracks lawyers
someday, Marti," I sighed. "God help your teachers
in a few years."

I shook the last drops of piss from my cock. I
handed the bowl to Marti. "Your turn," I said. I
expected Marti to blush and go behind the couch to
pee. Once again she surprised me.

Marti placed the pot on the floor and spread her
legs as she squatted over it. I watched the stream
of piss flow from her spread cunt lips to splash
in the piss already in the pot. My finally
deflated cock responded to the sight of Marti's
wide-open cunt.

"Could you hand me some toilet paper Daddy?" asked
Marti. I retrieved a roll from under the bed and
watched Marti wipe her self off. My erection grew
even harder.

"Marti," I groaned, "there is no way I will win
this bet if I have to watch you spread your legs
like that."

"Sure you can win, Daddy," said Marti seriously.
"You just have to get used to seeing me as just
another naked person. All of those men in the
nudist magazines don't get hard watching their
daughters or any other naked woman."

Marti took my hand. "Come with me, Daddy," she
said as she led me to the bed.

I followed reluctantly.

Marti sat down on the edge of the bed right in
front of me. "Stay there," she said. She then lay
on her back and raised legs so that she could
grasp each leg behind a knee. Her pussy was now
wide open for my inspection. I tried to turn away
but my feet would not move.

"Go ahead and look all you want, Daddy," said
Marti. "The more you look now the easier it will
be to stop seeing me as a sex object. That's the
only reason you get an erection you know. You
think you can have sex with me so you penis gets
hard. Touch me if you want. I touched your cock
already so you should be able to touch my pussy."

I sank to my knees as my mind screamed at me to
turn away. I traced the slit between her lips with
my finger. It felt heavenly. I retraced the slit
several times until my finger finally parted the
lips enough to feel the much softer flesh of her
inner lips. I knew I should stop but my need to
touch a woman was driving me now. My reasoning was
subservient to my libido.

I penetrated her inner lips to the even softer and
more sensitive skin that led to her cunt hole.
Marti was breathing heavily now. She was getting
as much pleasure out of this as I was. My probing
finger found her clitoris. "Ohhh, godddd," moaned
Marti.

I stimulated her clit with my thumb as my fingers
worked their way into Marti's very wet cunt. Her
hymen stopped my invading fingers. The invading
digits withdrew to my mouth. Marti's pussy juice
tasted wonderful. I needed more pussy juice. I
pressed my mouth against her cunt. My tongue took
up the assault on my daughter's cunt. Her pussy
juices flooded into my ravenous mouth. My tongue
probed the depths of her cunt and teased her clit
mercilessly. "Uhhhhnnnn, Daddy," groaned Marti, as
she dropped her knees and pushed my head against
her crotch.

Mari's hips bucked against my insistent mouth. My
tongue fought back. I sucked her clit and pussy
lips into my mouth and tortured her clit into
submission with the tip of my tongue. It was too
much for Marti. She succumbed to her orgasm. She
thrashed wildly. My tongue would not stop lashing
her clit and lips. Her orgasm finally died when
she was too exhausted to continue. "Don't stop,
Daddy," she whimpered.

I stopped. It was my turn for an orgasm. I need to
have my cock inside a female right now. I looked
at Marti's wide-open cunt. I fought the urge to
rape my own daughter. Reason finally won a small
victory. I climbed onto the bed and pulled Marti's
head to my crotch. "Suck my cock, Marti," I
commanded gruffly.

Marti looked at me with some fear in her eyes. I
pushed my cock against her lips. "You suck my cock
right now, Marti, or I will find some place else
to stick it."

Marti opened her mouth to admit my cock. She
sucked clumsily at first. "Don't scrape your teeth
against my cock. That's better. Use your tongue to
lick the head. Oohh, that feels good. Suck in your
cheeks so that your mouth feels more like a pussy.
Yes, baby, just like that. Press your lips hard
against the shaft so that it provides more
stimulation. Oh god that feels good. Jack me off
with your hand, too."

I kept up a steady stream of comments on her
blowjob as my climax approached. I let it build up
until I was ready to explode. I held Marti's head
still as I fucked my cock in and out of her mouth.
Marti choked as the first stream of cum hit the
back of her throat. I shot stream after stream of
cum into my daughter's choking mouth. Even after
two orgasms in one evening I was able to come like
a goat. The orgasm seemed to go on forever.

I let her head go when I was spent. I lay on the
bed exhausted but finally satiated.

The realization of what I had just done broke free
in the wake of my orgasm. "You just raped your own
daughter, you pervert," my mind told me. "You
brought your kid up here so that you could rape
her without any witnesses. You've ruined her life.
You'll go to prison. You say you love your
daughter more than anything else in the world and
you just fixed it so that she will never speak to
you again."

I started crying softly into my pillow. I could
never make this up to Marti.

I felt a kiss on my cheek. "What's the matter,
Daddy?" asked Marti.

"I'm sorry, honey," I sobbed. "I don't know why I
did those horrible things to you. I promise I
won't do them again. Please don't hate me, Marti."

Marti held my head between her hands and turned my
head to look straight up into her eyes. She had a
determined look on her face. I readied my self for
a tirade of words denouncing my betrayal of her
trust in me.

"You didn't do anything horrible to me, Daddy,"
said Marti softly. "I was a little startled that
you ordered me to give you a blow job, that's all.
If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have done
it. I was curious to find out how to give one
anyway. Some of the girls at school said that they
have done it to their boyfriends and I wanted to
know what it was like. I didn't like choking on
your cum though. Next time warn me so that I can
be ready for it."

"Next time!" I yelped. "I can tell you right now
that there will be no next time, young lady. Our
relationship has gone way beyond the limits of a
normal father-daughter relationship. I think we
need to put our clothing back on and call off this
silly bet that led to all of this. I should not be
giving you oral sex and you should not be doing it
to me either. I could go to jail for what I just
did to you and for what I forced you to do to me."

"Daddy," said Marti, "you didn't force me to do
anything. You haven't raped me or sexually
molested me. I wasn't sure you would touch my
pussy when I spread my legs for you, but I sure am
glad that you did. I've never had such a powerful
orgasm."

I tried to mentally readjust my worldview to the
things Marti was telling me. All those stories on
the news about fathers molesting their daughters
never stated that the contact might be voluntary
on the girl's part. But then, if the contact was
voluntary, it wouldn't result in accusations by
the daughter.

"You haven't had sex in almost two years, Daddy,"
continued Marti. "I thought there was a chance
something like this might happen up here. I saw
Uncle Dave's nudist magazines when Mom and I came
up here four years ago. I thought if I dragged
them out and showed them to you that you might get
aroused enough to jerk off and at least relieve
some of your sexual tension. I sort of expected
you to do it your self, but if you wanted me to
participate, I was willing to help you. Mom told
me to take care of you and I figured that this was
as good a way as any to help you get your rocks
off."

"But, honey," I protested, "Little girls are not
supposed to plot the seduction of their fathers.
It's wrong. It's incest. We shouldn't be doing
these things."

Marti laid her head on my chest and hugged me.
"Well," she said, "I've never had an orgasm that
strong in my life. You have got magic fingers and
a magic tongue, Daddy. Now I know why Momma would
always have that smile on her face after you
fucked her."

"But this behavior just isn't normal," I protested
feebly. "And don't use that language when you
speak about your mother."

"Daddy, do you think the Hemmings are a normal
family?" Marti asked me.

"Yes," I said sensing a trap even as the word left
my mouth.

"When Sandy Hemmings spent the night at our house
a month ago she showed me some pictures of her
dad, her mother, and her brother having sex with
her."

I was stunned. Bill Hemmings and I were on several
civic committees together. He was active on at
least another half-dozen church and social
committees. He couldn't be fucking his own
daughter. His wife Mary was a Doctor and chaired
the PTA at Marti's school. She couldn't possibly
be letting her husband molest her daughter.

Marti crawled over me to get out of bed. She got
her backpack off the floor and started rummaging
through it as she walked back to the bed. She
crawled over me again before sitting down to
continue looking for something.

"Here they are," she cried triumphantly as she
waved a handful of paper in her hand. She handed
them to me.

The first piece of paper was a printout of a
photograph showing Bill Hemmings getting a blowjob
from his daughter Sandy. It was printed on a
regular sheet of typing paper. I was stunned.

"Sandy's brother took most of the pictures," said
Marti. "He has a digital camera so he can keep
just the pictures that he likes. He prints out
some pictures for his Mom and Dad. Sandy's dad
really liked this picture because Sandy learned to
give her dad deep throat for the first time and he
was cumming right into her throat when this was
taken."

The other pieces of paper had three or four
pictures each. The pictures were smaller but there
was no loss of detail. The pictures included all
the members of the Hemmings family having sex with
one or more other members of the family. There was
even one of Bill fucking his wife. That must have
been included for variety. There was one picture
that showed the whole family sitting on the king
size bed in Bill and Mary's bedroom. Every one was
sitting against the headboard naked. Bill and
Jerry were jacking off while Mary and Sandy
fingerfucked themselves. I looked at Sandy's
breasts and Mary's breasts. They both had great
looking tits. I looked at Mary's crotch. I was
surprised to see that she shaved her pussy.

"I like that picture, too," said Marti. "I just
love Mrs. Hemmings boobs. I hope mine look like
that when I get older. Did Mommy shave her pussy
like Mrs. Hemmings?"

Marti's questions did have a way of bringing me up
short at times.

"No, Marti," I said. "She didn't shave her pubic
hair like Mrs. Hemmings does. She did shave her
pubes for shape and trimmed them with scissors so
that she could wear a bikini."

A darker thought worked its way to the surface of
my consciousness. "Why did Sandy give you these
pictures? Was she trying to get you to participate
in their activities?"

"Oh no, Daddy," Marti said. "She was bragging to
me at school that she knew how to give blow jobs
and that she knew more about sex than I did. I
called her a liar so when she came to spend the
night she showed me these pictures. I asked if I
could borrow them for a few days so that I could
look at Jerry's cock and Mr. Hemmings cock. She
made me swear not to show them to anyone because
she didn't want to get her parents in trouble."

"Well," I said, "if these pictures do get out Mr.
And Mrs. Hemmings will be in a great deal of
trouble. I suggest that you hide them until you
give them back to Sandy. And for heaven's sake
don't show them to any one else. You shouldn't
even have shown them to me."

I looked through all the pictures again. Paying
special attention to Sandy. She did have cute tits
and a beautiful pussy even when it was stuffed
with a cock.

"Put these pictures away someplace and don't take
them out again until you are ready to give them
back to Sandy," I said. "It's time for bed now
dear. Make up your bed on the couch and turn out
the light."

Marti pouted. "I want to sleep with you, Daddy,"
she said. "The couch is lumpy and the room is
cold. It's a lot more comfortable here next to
you. You've already eaten my pussy and fucked my
mouth. I think we can sleep together."

I was too tired to fight. Even if I won, Marti
would be in my bed as soon as she heard me snore.
After cumming three times in one evening I wasn't
going to be in shape to take the next step and
actually fuck Marti. "All right Marti," I sighed.
Just behave yourself. I don't want you trying to
start having sex with me again tonight."

Marti kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight, Daddy,"
she said. She immediately turned her back to me
and lay down.

I got up to blow out the lamp. When I got back
into bed Marti was curled up on her right side in
the middle of the bed. I spooned her with my body.
My cock was nestled against her ass. I fell asleep
dreaming about fucking my June. But her face and
body kept turning into Marti's.

Chapter 4 - Bathing and Swimming

It was still dark when I woke up but the sky
showed that dawn was not far off. My cock was too
stiff to allow me to piss because of the dreams I
had had all night long. I had to decide what to do
about my relationship with Marti. I could tell
Marti that our sexual relationship was over right
now. No more sexual contact between the two of us
ever again. I would just cede the bet and we could
both get dressed and go back home.

On the other hand, I could just keep thing as they
are. Limit the sexual contact to hand jobs and
blowjobs and tell Marti that that was all I would
allow. I did not want our sex to progress as far
as the Hemmings. We would not end up fucking.

On the other hand I could let things keep going
like this and before the end of the week I would
be busting Marti's cherry and fucking her brains
out. That option appealed to me from the very
selfish point of view of my libido.

Marti stirred while I was in the midst of this
thought. She rolled next to me and threw one arm
over my chest and a leg over my legs. She rubbed
her crotch against my thigh as she slowly moved
her hand down to my cock. She squeezed my erection
a few times as if testing it for firmness. "I'll
take care of this," she said. She kissed me on the
cheek and moved her head down to engulf my cock
with her mouth. I made no move to stop her.
Scratch option one.

This time I warned Marti she was about to get a
mouthful of cum. She swallowed it all with only a
little choking.

She French kissed me with her mouth full of the
taste of my cum. June used to do that, too. Marti
was getting more like her mother every day.

"Marti," I said, "we need to talk about sex."

"Can we do it later, Daddy," she said. "I need to
pee really bad right now."

Marti crawled over me to get out of bed. She
managed to twist her body so that her crotch
landed right in my face, too. I licked her cunt
automatically. "The little twat got me again," I
said silently to myself.

At the back door of the cabin she looked back at
me. "Let's go, Daddy. We have a bet, remember? I
want to win this one."

I got out of bed and followed her tight little ass
all the way to the end of the path. Mart held the
door open so that I could watch her piss. She kept
her legs spread much more than was called for so
that I could see the little hole that was the
source of her pee. She wiped her self and stood
aside for me to go. She didn't even leave the
outhouse. At least I didn't have an erection to
contend with.

Marti took my hand as we walked back to the cabin.
"See, Daddy," she said brightly. "We're both naked
and walking hand in hand and you don't have an
erection. It's already working."

She was right. I had just watched her pee and wipe
her cunt and did not have an erection. Maybe I
could win this bet. Maybe I could be this close to
my nude daughter and not have any more sexual
contact with her. Sure and maybe I could be
elected King of the World next week.

As soon as we arrived back at the cabin Marti
announced, "I want to shower."

"It's over there," I said pointing at the shower
stall.

Marti walked into the stall and looked for a knob.
Of course there was no knob. The cabin did not
have running water unless you pumped it into a
pail and ran around with it. I wondered why Dave
would put in a shower without a reason. I walked
over to the shower stall.

There was a small shower nozzle hanging from a
rubber hose that ran up through the ceiling. A
spring clip pinched the rubber hose just above the
shower nozzle. But how did the water get up in the
ceiling?

I finally noticed a faded note card thumb-tacked
to the wall. "The bag is under the sink. It takes
all morning to get warm. Fill it when you're
done." Three lines that explained everything.

I looked under the sink. There was a large vinyl
bag under the sink that was clearly used to hold
water. I handed the bag to Marti. "Fill this with
water," I told her. I went outside to look at the
roof that was over the shower. That side of the
cabin faced south and right above the shower was a
low wooden frame as big as the water bag that was
even now being filled with cold water. If I laid
the bag in the frame it should be warm by noon. It
would never get hot but it would get warm. I went
in to give Marti the good news.

"That sucks rocks," said Marti. She took this even
better than I had hoped.

"This IS a cabin, Marti," I said firmly. "It does
not have running water or an indoor toilet or a
shower. If you want to go back we can pack and be
home this afternoon."

"I can put up with it if you can," she grumbled.

"One more thing," I said. "There is not a lot of
water in the bag. When it is gone there won't be
any more warm water for about four hours. You will
have to wet yourself and then clamp the hose while
you soap up. Then unclamp the hose to rinse off.
If we do things that way there should be enough
water for two showers every day."

"Isn't there an old saying about conserving water
by showering with a friend?" asked Marti with
another wicked grin. "If we soaped each other we
could save some water."

I grinned right back. "We might be tempted to wash
each other too thoroughly," I said. "That would
make us use more water than if we showered
separately."

Marti looked at my cock. I really wasn't rising to
the bait. She sighted deeply. "Well, I don't want
another sponge bath. I have cum in my hair and all
over my tits thanks to you. I need to wash all
this stuff off of me this morning. Can I just go
down to the pond and wash myself?"

"No, Marti," I said. "I don't want you to get soap
in the pond. If we want to swim in that water I
would like to keep it clean. There must be an
outlet creek for the pond. We can find it and wash
ourselves in the creek after breakfast."

Marti cooked bacon and eggs while I hauled the
shower bladder up to the roof and attached it to
the hose. It really was an ingenious system that
Dave had installed. I looked forward to my warm
shower that afternoon.

I did the dishes after breakfast while Marti
washed the table and swept the floor. She
protested about sweeping a clean looking floor
until I explained about how mice and other vermin
are attracted to even the tiniest crumbs of food
that get left on a floor. Cleanliness must be
second nature when you are living in a cabin and
don't want the entire army of woodland creatures
sharing your quarters. Marti swept the floor very
well that morning.

"Time for a wash and a swim," I announced as I
grabbed my shaving kit and a towel.

Marti started throwing soap and bottles of shampoo
and other bath stuff into a beach bag. I waited
while she packed enough toiletries to clean an
army. She started for the door but ran back to
grab a couple of the nudist magazines and drop
them in the bag.

I surveyed the pond to find the outlet. There was
only one creek leading away from the pond. There
was no creek leading into it. That explained why
the water was so cold and clear. It was spring-
fed. The outlet creek was small and it would be
difficult to wash in it right at the exit from the
pond. I dropped the bottle of suntan lotion and
the beach towels on the bank of the pond. We
certainly didn't need to carry them down stream.

"Let's follow it for a bit to see if there's a
basin further down," I said to Marti.

There was a shallow basin only about twenty-five
yards from the pond. It was a bowl shaped
depression about ten feet in diameter. The bottom
was covered with rounded rocks and there were
several large flat rocks along the edge. The place
was perfect for a cold-water bath. Too perfect. It
dawned on me.

Dave must have made the basin. He had chosen a
logical site and then dug out the basin and hauled
rocks to line the bottom and sides. Nature did the
rest. The dirty water continued on down stream and
was diluted by other creeks and rainwater.

I stepped into the basin. It was really cold. I
started splashing water on myself to get wet
before I sat down on one of the flat rocks
provided for a bench. As soon as I sat down my
nuts started retreating into my body.

Marti sat down beside me. "Do you want me to wash
you?" she asked.

"Are you going to keep it non-sexual?" I
responded.

"I will if you want me to," said Marti. She
sounded a little disappointed.

"I do want you to keep it non sexual," I said
firmly

I sat on the rock bench while Marti washed my hair
and the upper part of my body. I yelped when she
poured a bucket of cold water over my head to
rinse me off. The second bucket didn't feel quite
so cold but the third bucket was just uncalled
for.

"Stand up," said Marti. "I need to wash the rest
of you.

I stood up while she soaped the lower half of my
body and legs. I wondered if she would spend an
inordinate amount of time on my cock and balls. I
was a little surprised and even a little
disappointed when she didn't. I did not appreciate
the giggles as she washed my genitals.

"You're certainly not erect now," said Marti with
a laugh.

"A man's penis and testicles always react that way
to cold," I protested indignantly. "It is a
natural response to protect a man's means of
procreation."

"You mean this happens when ever you get cold,"
said Marti incredulously.

"Not whenever I get cold," I said, "whenever my
penis and testicles get cold."

"And they'll return to normal when they warm up?"
she asked.

"They always have," I said with finality. I really
did not want to talk about this.

"Let's see," said Marti. She took my shrunken
penis and testicles into her mouth to warm them
with her tongue.

I tried to jerk away but Marti had her arms
clamped around my butt cheeks.

My cock started to recover first. I should have
stopped her and then given her a lecture on little
girls not giving their fathers blow jobs. I didn't
though. I was never going to stop her sex play
with me. I was hooked on it. I loved that my
daughter wanted to have oral sex with me. I loved
giving her oral sex. I knew then that I would fuck
Marti within a week. The timetable was up to me.
If I told her to get on the bank and spread for me
right now she would do it. She would surrender her
virginity to me whenever I wanted it. I wasn't
sure I liked having this much power over a girl.

My cock was erect and rock hard again. Mart had
not stopped sucking on my cock. I rested my hand
on her head. "Are you going to finish blowing me,"
I asked quietly.

She looked up at me. "Oo yoo 'ant ee oo?" she
mumbled through a mouthful of cock.

"Yes," I said. "I do."

She started jacking me off as she sucked my cock.
My balls were still aching from my first blowjob
just a couple hours earlier. I luxuriated in the
feeling of my impending orgasm. My balls ached
with too much arousal in too short a period of
time.

"Here it comes," I said to Marti as cum boiled up
from my groin.

There were only a few squirts of cum this time.
Marti took it all into her mouth. She looked up at
me and grinned broadly before opening her mouth to
show me the puddle of cum on her tongue. She
closed her mouth and swallowed hard and stuck her
tongue out at me to show me.

"You've changed your mind about having sex with me
haven't you," she asserted.

"Yes I have," I said. "Let's finish bathing and go
for a swim. We'll talk about it while we dry off
in the sun.

"Sure, Daddy," she said triumphantly. "You can
wash me now."

Marti shrieked as I poured a bucket of cold water
over her head. Her nipples turned to pebbles as
the ice cold water cascaded over her breasts.
Retribution can be fun sometimes.

"Which shampoo?" I asked.

"Th. th. that w. one," she said through chattering
teeth.

I worked the shampoo into a very thick lather to
allow her time to warm up a little. I kissed her
cheek like a don saying goodbye to his lieutenant.
"Are you ready to rinse?" I asked.

Marti shivered and nodded once.

I poured a second bucket over her head.

The shriek was quieter this time.

"Do you want some conditioner?" I asked.

"Yes," she said through chattering teeth.

One more bucket of water followed the conditioner.
Marti was turning blue.

"Stand up," I said.

Marti hugged herself and shivered as she complied.

I worked up a creamy lather in my hands and
proceeded to wash every inch of Marti's body. I
started with her back. I soaped her from her
shoulders down to her ass cheeks. I made sure that
I got her crack very clean. I even teased her ass
hole.

I moved to stand in front of her still working the
bar of soap in my hands. I smeared soap on each
arm and rubbed the lather all along each arm from
the armpit and shoulder to the tips of each
finger. Marti stopped shivering by the time I
finished both arms.

I continued on to her chest. Her nipples and
relaxed as her arousal warmed her a little. They
sprang back to attention as I massaged the soap
lather into each tiny mound of titflesh. I gently
squeezed each nipple as I proceeded to her belly,

Marti spread her legs as I started soaping her
pubic mound. I was careful to keep the lather out
of her cunt hole. She seemed a little disappointed
at the lack of attention to her pussy but I knew
from my one try at bathing June that soap and the
inside of a woman's vagina do not get along well.
I moved on to soap her legs.

"Close your eyes," I said.

I soaped Marti's face and neck.

I poured one bucket of water down her back. It
happened so fast that she didn't have time to
scream. She just stood motionless with her mouth
open and her eyes closed. Before she could
recover, doused her face and chest with a second
bucket.

"Daddy!" she screamed.

"One more, dear," I said as I got her with one
last bucketful.

"Aaahhh.," she shrieked.

I got out of the manmade bathing pool. I stood on
the shore for a few seconds watching Marti sputter
and shake the water out of her eyes.

She picked up the bucket and filled it with water
slowly and deliberately. I started backing away.

Marti came after me with revenge in her eyes and a
bucketful of water. I ran for the swimming pond.

I made a shallow dive as soon as I got to the
edge. I heard Marti enter the water just a second
behind me.

I opened my eyes as I swam down to the bottom. I
felt Marti's hand brush my leg and I went for the
surface. I came up right behind her. She was
treading water and looking for me in the water in
front of her. I wrapped my arms around her chest
to pin her arms as I leaned backwards and started
kicking for shore. My cock started to warm up and
make itself known to me and to Marti, also.

Her struggling decreased but her promises of
complete and utter revenge did not diminish.

As soon as my foot touched bottom I stood up
taking Marti with me. I let her down so that her
feet touched bottom also. She was standing knee
deep in the cold spring-fed pond. I stood in front
of her and pressed my mouth over a pebble hard
nipple. I sucked the breast as I warmed the tiny
bud with my tongue and mouth. When that nipple was
hard due to excitement and not cold, I moved my
moth to its twin to repeat the process.

Marti moaned softly as my mouth found her other
breast. It was soon in the same state as its
sister.

"You're cold, dear," I said quietly. "Let me warm
you up."

My lips and tongue traced a line from the newly
abandoned nipple to Marti's belly button. My
tongue probed its depths before continuing to the
virginal cleft between her legs. She spread her
legs as my mouth found her outer lips. I sucked
her outer lips gently into my mouth and warmed
them with a thorough licking.

When the outer lips no longer felt cold I used my
tongue to part her outer lips. I repeated the
process on her inner lips and clit. I probed her
cunt hole with my tongue and felt Mart shudder at
the intrusion.

I wanted to eat her out properly. I replaced my
tongue with a gently probing finger.

"Let's continue this on the bank." I said. I took
my hand from Marti's crotch and swept her into my
arms. I strode to the edge of the pond and set her
down on the grass. She sat there fingering herself
while I spread out the beach towels to make a
place for her to lie down.

She lay down and spread her legs as soon as the
towel was ready. I resumed eating her. Her pussy
juice tasted so good in my mouth. She started
gasping irregularly and bucked her crotch against
my pussy devouring mouth as the pussy juice gushed
from her cunt. I swallowed as fast as I could but
some streamed down my chin.

I released her cunt from my mouth as her orgasm
subsided. I licked a path across her belly and up
to a still erect nipple as I positioned my self
between her legs. My cock was poised at the
entrance to her cunt. I wanted desperately to have
my cock encased in her tight pussy. My hesitation
told me that this was not the right time though. I
lay down beside Marti with my throbbing cock and
aching balls.

She snuggled up against me and said "Thank you,
Daddy."

"For what?" I said.

"For giving me another tremendous orgasm," she
said. "And also for not fucking me now. I wouldn't
have stopped you and it wouldn't be rape. But you
knew that this wasn't the right time. I didn't
have to tell you it wasn't. You just knew. That's
why I love you."

She kissed me again and licked some of her pussy
juice off my cheek. She continued cleaning the
pussy juice off my chin and cheeks and then thrust
her tongue into my mouth as she kissed me long and
hard. At last she pulled back to look me in the
eye.

"There will come a right time. I think you will
know it when it happens. I can wait. I can keep
sucking and jerking you off so you don't get too
frustrated waiting for me."

"That's O.K., sweetie," I said as I kissed her. "I
want your first time getting fucked to be very
special. I can wait for the right time."

Chapter 5 - A Pact with Sandy

It was getting to be mid-morning already. I
grabbed the bottle of sun block started smearing
it on Marti's chest and belly. I paid special
attention to the white shadows caused by her
bikini. Marti turned over without my having to say
anything. I finished oiling her and then started
on myself.

Marti grabbed the bottle from my hand. "I'll do
you," she said.

I lay down on my back. I had a lot more white area
to cover carefully. My cock was soon rock hard
again under her careful ministrations. Marti
lowered her mouth to my cock. I placed a hand on
her head to stop her.

"Honey," I said as lovingly as I could, "my balls
will ache for hours if you do that. I really want
to have another orgasm but not right now." I
couldn't believe I was telling my daughter not to
give me another blowjob.

I rolled over so that Marti could oil up my back
and buttocks.

We spent a quiet half-hour lying in the strong
sun. Marti looked at the nudist magazines and even
read some of the text. I dozed and soaked up
sunshine and warmth. Marti finally broke the
silence.

"Daddy," said Marti, "I think I know what's
missing. What's keeping this from being the right
time for me to give you my cherry."

"What's missing, dear?" I asked. I expected her to
say moonlight and flowers and romantic music.

"Sandy," she said firmly.

I sat up and looked down at her naked form basking
in the sun. The sun tan oil made her whole body
glisten.

"Why does Sandy need to be here to make the time
right?" I asked dumbly. I was more confused than
ever about my relationship with Marti. I wanted to
have sex with her. But I couldn't figure out how
having her best friend watch us was going to make
her defloration any better.

"Well," she said, "it's like this. A few years ago
Sandy and I made a pact that each of us would be
present when the other lost her virginity. I
watched when Jerry popped Sandy's cherry. I wasn't
able to see much but at least I was there. We made
the pact because Jerry had been pestering her for
a fuck for so long that she was afraid he might
rape her. I was supposed to stop him if she
changed her mind about fucking him but he wouldn't
stop. She is supposed to be with me when I lose my
virginity so that she can stop the guy if I change
my mind."

"Sandy is back in town," I said peeved to have our
little nudist holiday interrupted by an outsider.

"We can go get her," said Marti. "I'll call her on
the cell phone and see if she can come up here."

"But Marti," I protested, "I can't be naked in
front of Sandy. She'll think I'm a child
molester."

"No she won't," said Marti. "She's used to being
around naked men. I already showed you a picture
of her fucking her Dad. She might expect you to
fuck her. I won't mind if you do. I think I might
even enjoy watching it. I'll go call her right
now. She can be up here this afternoon."

Marti got up and ran for the house. I sat on the
ground wondering if I should stop this before it
got out of hand. Bill Hemmings might not look at
my fucking his daughter the same way he would look
at my borrowing a tool.

"Tell her to bring a cot," I yelled at Marti's
back as her naked butt disappeared into the trees.

Marti was gone for almost an hour. She came back
looking dejected.

"I take it that Sandy can't come up here," I said
sympathetically. I was relieved and disappointed
at the same time. Now that my cock was back in use
I really enjoyed sex again. I wasn't sure that I
would go so far as to fuck Marti's friend but I
would enjoy looking at another naked young girl.

"I don't know," said Marti. "The battery in the
phone died before I could hear her answer. I gave
her directions to the cabin and she was talking to
her mom when the battery died. I couldn't find the
spare battery and I wasted almost an hour looking
for it. I finally gave up."

"We'll wait here for her," I said. "If she doesn't
get here by tomorrow morning we go into the
village and call her from a pay phone."

"O.K.," said Marti dejectedly. She lay down on her
towel to get some more sun.

"Do you need more suntan lotion?" I asked as she
turned onto her stomach.

"Sure," she said as she took off her watch to look
at the time.

She hadn't been wearing it when we came down to
bathe. I wondered why she had put it on. Maybe she
wanted to check the time before she called Sandy.
I dismissed the speculation and enjoyed rubbing
the lotion into her back and butt cheeks.

We spent the remainder of the morning sunning
ourselves. I was getting hungry. "Are you ready
for some lunch?" I asked Marti.

"Sure," she said. She picked up her watch and
looked at it. "Lets swim a lap or two first though
so we can get all this lotion off. Race you to the
far said and back? Loser has to get all the
bathing stuff from the bath pool."

"Your on," I said.

We lined up and Marti counted down, "Three, Two,
One, Go!"

Marti beat me to the water but I was a much better
swimmer. I beat her by a length and a half. I
picked up our things by the pond while Marti
walked down to the bathing pool. I picked up all
the towels and stuff we had on the bank of the
pond including Marti's watch. I walked back to the
cabin alone to get lunch ready.

I was putting the bread and butter on the table
when Marti walked in. She looked frantic.

"Did you pick up my watch?" she asked anxiously.

"It's on the table," I said puzzled a bit by her
concern.

Marti put her watch back on with a sigh.

We ate pb&j sandwiches and talked about the chores
that still needed doing to get the cabin into
shape for us if we stayed all summer. Marti
definitely wanted to change the shower so that she
could shower in the morning. I wanted to build an
animal proof storage box for the bathing pool so
that we could leave the soap and shampoo at the
pond instead of schlepping all our bathing
supplies back and forth.

I started to clear the table when we were done.

"I'll do the dishes and clean up, Daddy," said
Marti

I was stunned. There weren't all that many dishes
but Marti never volunteered to clean anything.

"O.K.," I agreed before she changed her mind.

She looked at her watch again. "Why don't you go
find the spot for bathing supplies storage and
then take a swim," she said rapidly. "I'll join
you soon. I'll even bring a pitcher of juice or a
beer if you want."

Maybe she was finally getting mature. She was
actually considerate. Maybe having a sexual
relationship with me was making her more mature.
Probably not, but I was not one to look a gift
horse in the mouth.

"What about our bet?" I asked. "I'm supposed to be
in your sight at all times so that you can see if
I get an erection."

"You've already had an erection today," said
Marti. "It won't matter if you get another one
today."

I grabbed the towels and suntan lotion and headed
for the pond. When I got to the door I turned to
say goodbye to Marti. She was looking at her watch
again. I shook my head. She really needed to
relax. If she had been a man I would have told him
to get laid.

I dropped the towels and lotion by the swimming
pond and walked down to the bathing pool. A few
minutes inspection showed the best place for the
cabinet. I inspected the chosen spot carefully to
see how the cabinet could be secured and found
several nails and screw holes in all of the right
places. Dave had done the same thing. I was sure
the cabinet was still up at the cabin. I just
needed to look in the right place. I made a mental
note to look for a wood or metal cabinet about two
feet wide and six inches deep.

I swam until I got cold and then got out to warm
up. I spread the towel in a spot that would get
sun through the afternoon. I sat down to put on
the sun block and then laid down to catch some
rays. The hot sun following the cold swim started
to relax me. I must have dozed off because the
next thing I heard was Marti saying, "Wake up,
Daddy."

Chapter 6 - Sandy and Mary

Marti was standing so that her shadow fell across
my face. I looked up at her for a second it looked
as if there were three Marti's in the sunlight. I
couldn't see her face against the sun. I shaded my
eyes with my hand. There were three Marti's
standing there. Well there was one Marti and two
other nude females.

"Daddy," said Marti, "Sandy was able to come up
here. Mrs. Hemmings drove her up right away. Isn't
that great?"

I sat up and shielded my eyes better. Mary
Hemmings and her daughter Sandy were standing
right in front of me without a stitch on. My cock
responded to the sight of three hairless pussys
staring me in the face. I looked closer at Sandy's
cunt. She was getting hair on her pubic mound. Her
breasts were developing a definite mound shape,
too. My cock was standing straight up. Mary and
Sandy were both looking right at my erect cock
with interest. They were definitely not
embarrassed.

"Did it occur to you, Marti, I said evenly, "to
ask me if I wanted to expose myself to company or
to ask them if they wanted to expose themselves to
me?"

Marti looked down at the ground. "Well, Daddy,"
she said, "I talked to Sandy and Mrs. Hemmings
about coming up here. I explained our bet and what
had started doing with each other. Sandy said she
wanted to come up to watch you take my cherry and
Mrs. Hemmings said she would bring Sandy up and
spend the night, too. I said it would be all
right."

"You should have told me, Marti," I said quietly.

I stood up and held my hand out to Mary Hemmings.
"Hello Mary. Hello Sandy. How are you both," I
said. "Welcome to our summer home. I'm not
accustomed to being naked in front of other so
please excuse my erection."

Mary smiled as she shook my hand.

"I'm fine, Max," said Mary. "It's a lovely cabin.
All cocks look great when they're erect. Sandy and
I are quite used to seeing Bill and Jerry with
erections. We usually end up taking care of them.
 From what Marti told me, you'll need that erection
later tonight when you take her virginity." Mary
let go of my hand and squeezed my cock.

"My god, you're hard," said Mary surprised. "I
hope you don't mind my getting familiar, Max. Do
you mind if Sandy feels your cock? I swear you're
twice as hard as Bill is when he watches Sandy and
I eat each other."

Sandy squeezed my cock also and then started
whispering with Marti. Both of them dissolved into
fits of giggles.

"Why don't you girls go for a swim," said Mary.
"Max and I need to have a talk."

"O.K.," said Marti and Sandy simultaneously as
they ran for the water.

"Sit down, Mary," I said and waved at the towel on
the ground.

"Thank you, Max," she said as she sat on the
ground with her legs crossed yoga style. This
caused her pussy lips to part and expose the pink
inner lips.

I stared blatantly at her open cunt.

"Tell me when your done staring at my cunt, Max,"
said Mary with a laugh. "I swear you men turn into
little boys at the sight of a naked woman. You
always have to try to see as much pussy as
possible. Would it help if I laid back and spread
my lips with my hands?"

Mary started to uncross her legs and lie down but
I put a hand on her bare arm to stop her.

"No, Mary," I said, "That's not necessary. I
apologize for being rude. I haven't seen a naked
woman since June got sick. And I've never been
naked with any other woman ever in my life until
last night when Marti took off her clothes and got
me to take off mine. I don't know what came over
me. Until last night I had never even considered
the possibility of touching Marti sexually. And
yet, only an hour after I took off my clothing I
was eating her pussy. How could that happen?"

"It was just the right combination of desire and
circumstance. You always had the desire to have
sex with Marti but circumstance never allowed for
it. When June was alive, you wouldn't consider it
because it would have hurt the person you love
most in the world. After she died you were so
wrapped up in grief that you didn't consider
having sex with anyone. Marti wanted you but you
didn't want anybody.

"Then you came up here. You rediscovered your need
for sex and up here there are no neighbors or
social restrictions to consider. Marti still
wanted you, you still wanted her, and the social
restrictions were gone. Nature took its course.
It's as simple as one plus one equals two."

"It can't possibly be that simple," I said. "If it
were then incest would be an accepted activity."

"But that is exactly the point. The social limits
put on behavior tell you that sex with your child
is wrong. As long as you are in a setting where
those restrictions apply, you will not consider
breaking them. To do so would put you outside the
social context in which you live. You would make
yourself an outcast of the society. Today in the
U. S., that would also make you a criminal.

"Consider the places where incest is thought to be
common, parts of Appalachia and areas of the far
west. Those places consider themselves to be
outside the contemporary social structure
geographically and socially. It is easier to break
down the confining social practices and give way
to ones own desires."

"What about your family?" I asked. "How did those
barriers break down to the point that all of you
are having sex with each other?"

Mary frowned for a minute while she gazed at the
Sandy and Marti. They were now climbing the tree
that hung out over the pond and diving in.

"Before I answer that, Max, I have to ask you a
question. Sandy was not supposed to show those
pictures to anyone outside the family and
certainly not to an adult. What do you intend to
do about the pictures, Max?"

"Nothing. I gave them back to Marti and told that
showing them to me was a mistake. It was a larger
mistake than Sandy showing them to her. By the
time I had seen the pictures, I had already gone
too far in my sex play with Marti to contemplate
doing anything about them except return them. I
never expected to see either of you in the flesh
by the way, but I did enjoy looking at your
pictures."

Mary exhaled loudly. I hadn't realized that she
had been holding her breath. Her greatest fear had
been my turning those pictures in to the police.

"You ignored my previous question, Mary. How did
your family get outside the social structure? I
really am curious."

"It started when Jerry began spying on Sandy. He
was always a computer geek and never felt a great
connection with the social structure around him.
His spying eventually led to some surreptitious
picture taking and as Marti told you, his eventual
seduction and fucking of Sandy."

"That explains Jerry and Sandy. But how did you
and Bill get involved?"

"Sandy and Jerry were eventually having sex at
every opportunity and Jerry was recording a good
deal of their activity with his digital camera.
Bill found some of the photos and wanted to have
Jerry charged with child sexual abuse. I could
tell from the pictures that this was not a case of
coercion on Jerry's part. Sandy was very much a
willing participant. I didn't want the police
involved and persuaded Bill to discuss the
situation and it's consequences as a family. He
reluctantly agreed."

"I told the kids we were all going away for the
weekend to stay at a lodge in the mountains. They
reluctantly agreed to come along. The trip was
going to interfere in their sex lives and that was
part of my reasoning in getting them out of the
house for a weekend.

"I had arranged for us to have the lodge to
ourselves. That surprised Bill as well as the
kids. I wanted us to be able to talk freely about
what was going on and get the kids to agree to
stop screwing each other.

"Bill and I sat the kids down that first night and
explained that we knew that they were having sex.
We said that we wanted to discuss that as a family
and arrive at a joint family decision about that
sort of activity. Of course Bill and I had already
decided what the decision would be and intended to
have our way no matter what. We thought we could
just wear the children down over the long weekend.
Jerry and Sandy tried to explain that they were in
love and they were careful to always use
protection until Sandy could go on the pill. They
spouted the typical misunderstood teenager line.

"In order to ensure that the children stayed out
of each other's bed Bill and I agreed that Sandy
would sleep in my bedroom and Jerry would sleep in
Bill's bedroom. Sandy seduced me that first night.
She knew that I had had several lesbian affairs in
high school and college and suspected that I could
be lured into another one. I helped Sandy seduce
Bill the second night and on the third night we
all shared one bed and Jerry fucked me on one side
of the bed while Bill Fucked Sandy on the other
side.

"We now share our king size bed with the children
and whoever wants to fuck somebody makes their
wishes known and the others accommodate him or
her. We have sex in pairs or threes whenever we
want. Bill has even fucked Sandy at the breakfast
table before he goes to work and Jerry fucked me
at one end of the dining room table while Sandy
gave Bill a blowjob on the other end. Sandy and I
also have had sex with each other while Jerry and
Bill watched. I don't know that they have not had
sex with each other but I wouldn't be surprised or
upset if they had."

"That does support your theory about the removal
of external social constraints allowing desires to
be acted upon. But what effect has this incest had
upon the children?"

"I worried about that at first. I arranged for the
children to see a discreet colleague on the west
coast last year. I didn't tell him who the
children were but just said I had some concerns
about them and their parents wanted them
evaluated."

"He interviewed them several times over a period
of a week and had them take every psychological
test that exists. His report said that the
children were as close to normal as any other
child he has seen. They were mature for their ages
and were emotionally close to each other and to
their parents. He said that the children were each
sexually active with more than one partner but
seemed to be handling it very well. Their sexual
activity did not extend to indiscriminate multiple
partners. He wished that all of his patients could
be as well adjusted.

"So for a little more than a year now Bill and I
have shared our bed with our children. I used to
worry that Bill would start looking for younger
children to replace Sandy as she got older. But he
is genuinely in love with Sandy and me just as I
am genuinely in love with Jerry and him. We are
not using this as an excuse to go fuck any good
looking and willing partner we can find."

"I got the distinct impression that if I had
insisted on fucking you when you arrived I would
have found a willing partner."

"You would have, Max. Bill and I had considered
asking you and June to swing with us at one time.
We decided that you weren't the swinging type and
that June might be persuaded but she wouldn't
swing without you. We wrote you off as potential
partners. I was disappointed. June had told me
that you were well endowed. I can see that she
wasn't exaggerating."

"Thank you for the compliment. I didn't think
wives talked about their husbands equipment like
that."

"Generally they don't. June was pretty drunk when
she mentioned that. I never brought it up later
and neither did June."

Mary and I watched the girls for a few minutes.
They were now racing across the pond with smooth
even strokes. Both girls had taken swimming
lessons for three years. I was happy to note that
the lessons were not wasted.

"Marti said the she wanted Sandy here as a
witness," I said. Are you planning to watch also,
Mary? I never though of you as a voyeur."

"Are you getting shy, Max?" Mary laughed a little
and then got serious. "To answer your question
honestly Max, my only concern originally was to
ask you about the pictures. If Marti or you object
to my being present then I will wait outside or go
home now. I have already arranged with the clinic
to be gone for the rest of the week so that I
don't have to hurry home. I also brought our video
camera in case you and Marti want a tape to watch
later."

"Well, I guess I have no objections. I've never
had anyone watch me have sex before. June and I
never made a tape of our lovemaking. I've also
never had sexual intercourse with Marti. I do find
all those ideas stimulating."

"Have you considered the consequences of having
sex with Marti?"

"We've already discussed the legal and social
aspects of incest, haven't we?"

"I am referring to the medical consequences. I am
a doctor so that is my area of expertise, you
know."

"Oh. Well, no I haven't, I guess. I was going to
look around the cabin for some condoms. I'm sure
Dave must have some here. If I didn't find any
here, I was going to buy some in town tomorrow
when we went to call you."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm here then. I'm sure
she wants her first time to take place without a
condom. I brought some morning after pills for
Marti. She isn't menstruating yet but there's no
point taking chances."

Sandy and Marti were finally cold or tired. They
were getting out of the water were headed directly
toward us.

"I would like to do a quick pelvic exam of Marti,
though, to make sure that there are no physical
problems with her having intercourse. If her hymen
is too thick or tough intercourse might be
painful. There are also a few other uncommon
physical conditions may interfere with
intercourse. I brought enough medical equipment
with me to do a quick exam. Why don't I take her
back to the cabin and do that now. You can talk to
Sandy until we get back."

"All right, Mary," I said.

"Did you have a nice swim, girls?" asked Mary.

Both girls were almost blue with cold though they
were laughing. They sat down on the towel next to
Mary and I, managing to sprinkle cold water on
both Mary and I in the process.

"Marti," said Mary, "I need to do a quick exam on
you. Can we go back to the cabin and do it now?"

"Sh. Sure." Said Marti through chattering teeth.
She got up and wrapped a towel around herself. The
towel only came halfway down her ass. After seeing
her naked all day long, I was surprised to find
that looking at a partially covered ass was sexier
than a totally naked one. Sex had gotten very
confusing in the last twenty-four hours.

I watched as Mary and Marti disappeared into the
woods on their way back to the cabin.

Chapter 7 - Exploring Sandy

Sandy was shivering as she wrapped a towel around
herself.

"Do you want me to help warm you up?" I asked
Sandy. Her jaw quivered with cold as she nodded
assent.

I used one hand to keep my erect cock out of the
way as she sat on my outstretched legs and I
slipped the towel off her shoulders.

"Lean back," I told her. She leaned a cold wet
back against my chest as I wrapped one arm around
her. My cock was sandwiched between her cold butt
cheeks and was quickly shrinking from the cold
despite the erotic thoughts I was having. I leaned
back on one hand to let the sun warm her cold
naked body. In a few minutes her shivering
diminished to an occasional twitch.

"Are you warm enough to lie down?" I asked Sandy.

"Yes, Mr. Bates. Thanks for helping me to get
warm."

Sandy laid on her back on the towel. The nipples
on her breasts were still erect from the cold. I
got off of my towel and rubbed her down to dry her
off. She had a beautiful tanned body with no tan
lines at all.

"Do you and your mother usually suntan without
swim suits?"

"Oh, yes. All the time. The only time we wear
suits is when we go to a public beach."

I could feel the sun burning my skin. Sandy's body
was tanned but there was one mile less atmosphere
for the sunlight to penetrate this high up.

"You should have some suntan lotion if you want
lie in the sun like that," I said. "Would you like
me to put some on you?"

"Yes, please, Mr. Bates."

I poured some sunscreen into my hand and rubbed it
between my palms before smearing it on her chest.
I loved the feel of her cold nipples under my
palms. I tried to keep myself from getting an
erection as I rubbed the sunscreen into her chest
and belly but it was a lost cause. I was back to a
full erection by the time I started putting the
lotion on her pubic mound and thighs.

I continued applying the sunscreen anyway. When I
finished her arms and legs I told Sandy to turn
over so I could do her back. My erection did not
diminish when I put the sunscreen on her cute
little ass.

I started putting more sunscreen on my self when I
finished with Sandy.

"I can do that for you, Mr. Bates," said Sandy.

She grabbed the bottle from my hand and told me to
lie down. I lay on my stomach to try to hide the
erection that Sandy already knew that I had.

Sandy sat on one of my legs as she applied the
sunscreen. I could feel her cool slick cunt
rubbing against my thigh as she applied the lotion
to by back and buttocks. I groaned as my already
erect cock tried to expand even more. Sandy slid
her cunt down my leg as she finished applying
sunscreen to my butt cheeks.

"Turn over, Mr. Bates."

Sandy giggled as my erection flopped into view.
She straddled my hips as she started applying
sunscreen to my chest. She took great pains to
make sure that my cock was lying neatly between
her pussy lips.

Sandy slid her cunt back and forth along my cock
as she applied more sunscreen than was absolutely
necessary to my chest. The little slut was
masturbating me with her cuntlips.

"If you keep that up, Sandy, I will be shooting
cum all over my chest in a minute."

At least that made her stop rubbing her cunt on my
cock. She giggled. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bates. Jerry
and Daddy like it when I do that."

"I'm sure they do, Sandy. I really like it, too.
But if I cum one more time today, I might have
trouble getting an erection for Marti."

"O.K. I'll just finish putting the suntan lotion
on you. But I'm really horny now. Could you eat me
or use your hand to make me cum. If you don't want
to, I'll understand. I could just masturbate
myself if you don't want to help."

"Are you sure your Mom won't mind?"

"Oh, she won't mind. We talked about it on the way
up here. She said that I could fuck you after you
popped Marti's cherry but we could do anything
else we wanted to before that."

"What would you like me to do?"

"Would you eat me?"

"Sure, Sandy. Scoot your little cunt up to my
mouth."

Sandy parked her cunt on my mouth and I started to
lick her to her orgasm. Her cunt lips were still
cool to my tongue as I parted them. The little bud
of her clitoris sprang to life at the touch of my
tongue. Her pussy juice tasted differently than
June's or Marti's. Not bad, just different. I
wasn't aware that pussies could taste so alike yet
so different.

I put my arms around her waist and pulled her
pussy closer to my hungry mouth. I lost myself in
that sweet tasting pussy. Sandy's legs were
blocking my ears and all I heard from her were
muffled cries and moans. She pressed her legs
tighter on my ears and tried to force her cunt
further onto my probing tongue. I kept licking and
sucking on her cunt as she wriggled her crotch
hard against my chin. I swallowed one gush of
pussy juice after another until my face was
drenched in Sandy's sweet pussy juice.

Suddenly Sandy stopped moving and went limp. I
felt a gush of hot liquid squirt into my mouth and
for a second thought Sandy was having another
orgasm. But the liquid was saltier and more liquid
than the sweet cunt cream I had been lapping for
the last few minutes. Sandy was also rapidly
tilting to one side and sliding off my face. It
slowly dawned on me that she had fainted and was
pissing in my mouth. I spit out the piss and
gently laid her on the towel. She was out cold.

I was shaking her tenderly by her shoulder when
Mary and Marti returned.

"Mary!" I shouted. "Sandy's passed out!"

Mary large natural breasts bounced delightfully as
she ran over to us.

"I was eating her pussy when she passed out," I
said "Then suddenly she went limp and started to
fall. She's been out for only about thirty
seconds."

Mary scooped a handful of water from the pond and
sprinkled it on Sandy's face. Sandy's eyes opened.

"What happened, Mom?" squeaked Sandy as she looked
up into Mary's worried face,"

"You fainted, dear," said Mary. "Don't try to get
up just yet. Can you tell me what you remember?"

"Mr. Bates was eating my pussy and I came a lot of
times. I can't remember how many. Then I had a
really strong orgasm and then I was lying on the
ground. Marti said that Mr. Bates is really good
at eating a girls pussy and she is right, mom.
He's even better than you."

Mary looked at me calculatingly. She had a most
lascivious grin on her face.

"I'm sure he's very good, dear. I'll be sure to
try him later. Just how many times did you cum?"

"I don't know, Mom. It felt like I was cumming
continuously for so long. I could hardly breath.
But if felt so good I just couldn't stop."

Marti giggled. "It felt like that to me, too. I
told you Daddy was good at eating pussy. At least
I was lying on my back."

Mary looked at me hungrily. "This should be a very
interesting evening, Max. I hope you will have
enough strength to eat me when we have satisfied
these two little nymphomaniacs."

Mary looked at Sandy's limp little body. "You just
lie still for a while, Sandy. You got carried away
by your own orgasms. You'll be fine in a few
minutes."

She turned to me. "I did a quick pelvic exam of
Marti. Her hymen is very thin and even a little
torn in places already. Intercourse should not be
painful and there should be very little bleeding.
I'm not sure you will feel any resistance at all.
Taking a girl's virginity is usually more of a
cultural matter than a medical one anyway. Most
girls are not even aware of losing their medical
virginity. I also brought some flavored non-
allergenic lubricants in case Marti needs some
help in that department.

"Marti has not started having periods yet but if
you don't want her to get pregnant, she will need
to take a morning after contraceptive. As I told
you, I brought some with me and I can write a
prescription for her anytime."

Mary turned to Marti. "What do you want Sandy and
me to do tonight while you father fucks you for
the first time? Do you want us to just watch or
would you like us to help both of you?"

Marti was sitting cross-legged on the ground
facing Mary and I. Her little cunt was spread wide
open as she played with her clit. "I don't know,
Mrs. Hemmings. When I watched Jerry fuck Sandy,
all I did was watch and play with myself a little.
I really wanted to help them both. I could have
sucked one of Sandy's tits or let her eat me or
something. Do you and Sandy want to do those kinds
of things to me? I think Sandy might like it." She
looked at Mary and I for approval.

"You'd better eat Sandy's pussy instead of mine,
dear. If the talent for pussy eating is
hereditary, I'm afraid I might get carried away
and smother you."

Mary looked at me. "You know, Max, Sandy is the
champion chin rider in our family. Everyone who
has eaten her cunt has ended up with a sore jaw
and she was still ready to keep on riding. I've
never known her to give up being eaten before the
eater gave up. You must have a magic mouth and
tongue. I hope you'll be able to let me have a
ride before I go home. I'll give you the best
blowjob you ever had if you can eat my cunt as
well as you ate Sandy's.

I blushed at the praise. "I'd be happy to eat your
pussy, Mary. I've been interested in doing so
since I saw the picture of Sandy eating you."

I looked at the sun. It was getting on to late
afternoon. "We should head back to the cabin
before the mosquitoes come out."

Marti got up rapidly and stood between my legs.
She wrapped her arms around my head to hug me. Her
little pussy was right in front of my mouth so I
reached out with my tongue to lick her slit and
immediately wished I hadn't. Her pussy lips were
tasted of KY Jelly.

"Honey," I said. "We both need to shower before
supper. How about if we shower together and save a
little water?"

"Can Sandy shower with us, too?"

"It will be a little crowded and I'm not sure
there is enough water. We may have to rinse with
cold water."

"That's O.K. We'll do that if we have to."

Mary and I helped Sandy to stand up. Hand in hand
we all walked back to the cabin.

"Mary if you'll make supper, the girls and I will
shower. Girls let's get a bucket of cold water to
wet our selves down before we soap up."

I pumped a bucketful of cold water and took it to
the shower stall. I used a washcloth to get both
girls wet before pouring some water over their
hair. The girls shrieked from the dash of cold
water over their nude bodies.

I worked up a soapy lather on Sandy's body. The
little nubs of her nipples sprang to attention
under my massaging hands. Sandy spread her legs as
I worked more soap over her crotch.

I repeated the process on Marti's body making sure
that I used my cock to lather the soap on her
crotch. I wet my own body with the cold water
before I handed the soap to the girls. "Now you
soap me up," I told them.

Both girls took great delight in rubbing their
already lathered bodies against me to soap me up
as well as using the bar of soap. They both shared
the honor of lathering my cock and balls. They
were so into it that I had to stop them before I
contributed my semen to the soap lather.

I looked at Mary as the girls massaged my thighs
with their soapy cunts. She paused in her
preparation of our supper to finger her clit as
she watched the girls masturbate themselves on my
legs. Mary looked me in the eye with a broad smile
on her face. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to
suck her own pussy juice off her fingers before
returning to supper preparation.

I got the shampoo bottle. "Close your eyes,
girls," I said. I worked some shampoo into each
girl's hair and my own. I felt for the spring clip
that controlled the shower and allowed water to
rinse off the girls before rinsing off myself. I
ran out of water before I finished with my own
rinse. I had to settle for a bucket of cold water
over my head to complete the rinse off.

Chapter 8 - Marti's Cherry

Dinner was a simple plate of fresh vegetables and
fruit with bread and cheese. The cold packs in the
ice box would only last another day or to so we
would be eating all of our fresh food first.

Our supper conversation was limited to non-sexual
topics. That was not planned on any ones part. It
just seemed to be a mutual unspoken agreement.
When supper was over, Mary introduced the topic
that was on everyone's mind. "Sandy, why don't you
tell Mr. Bates how it felt to lose your virginity?
It may help him to understand what Marti will feel
tonight."

"Sure, Momma," said Sandy. "It was like this Mr.
Bates. At first Jerry just wanted to get between
my legs and stick his thing into me until he
squirted his cum inside me. That was the usual
procedure in the porno movies that we watched.
Marti helped me convince him that if he tried that
we would just beat him up and leave. She told him
that he had to use his hands and mouth on me so
that I would be ready for him. She also made sure
that he had a rubber ready and told him that he
would get a slap across his ass if he tried to
stick his cock in me without one.

"Jerry knows how to use his fingers and mouth on a
girl. He had used them on me several times before.
But he was really anxious to try fucking and he
just wanted to get his prick into any cunt ready
or not.

"When Jerry knew what we expected, he put his
hands and mouth to work on my cunt and I was ready
soon enough. Marti had never watched the porn
movies so she was eager to see how Jerry used his
hands and mouth on a girl. She also watched as I
used my hands and mouth on Jerry. I thought she
would barf when I took his cock in my mouth. I
don't think she had ever seen that done. I asked
Marti if she wanted to suck Jerry's dick and she
looked even sicker. She did taste my cunt however.
I think she loved it from her first taste."

Marti blushed at this revelation. I was sure that
Marti and Sandy had some sort of sexual
relationship. I wondered how much thought Marti
had given to having Jerry as a sex partner.

"Marti settled for watching Jerry have sex with me
after that quick taste of my cunt," continued
Sandy. "Jerry finally couldn't wait any longer and
he told me to lie on my back. I wanted to be on
top but Jerry said that it would hurt less if he
were in control. I thought he knew something I
didn't. I found out later that he was bluffing. He
just wanted to poke me as fast as possible before
he shot his cum all over. Marti told him to put on
his condom. Jerry wanted to just start fucking but
Marti handed him the condom and he put it on.

"Jerry was so nervous that her couldn't find my
cunt hole. I had to guide him to it. When he
finally got the head of his cock in my hole I was
a surprised that it felt so big. Marti warned
Jerry that he shouldn't just push his cock through
my cherry. He ignored Marti and as soon as he was
inside me he poked his cock right through my
cherry. It only hurt a little. Like a pin stick in
the arm and then it didn't hurt at all. Jerry was
so excited to finally get his cock into a girl's
cunt that he came in just a few strokes. I never
came at all. I made him eat me until I had my
orgasm. Then Marti and I went to the bathroom to
wash my crotch. That was all there was to it. I
don't know why all the girls at school make such a
big fuss about getting their cherries busted."

"Well," I said, "I think if you do it with someone
you really love then the first time can be
special. You weren't really in love with Jerry
were you?"

"No," said Sandy simply. "Jerry and I were never
in love. We just told that to Mom and Dad so that
we could keep fucking. I really like having a cock
inside me when I cum and I love being eaten. Will
you eat my cunt at least one more time while I'm
here?"

"We'll have to see how things go, but I'm sure I
can." I turned to Marti. "Do you have any concerns
about losing your virginity, Marti? It's not too
late to say you don't want to do it."

"Right now, Daddy, I want to do it more than ever.
You said it could be very special if you do it
with someone you really love and I love you more
than anything."

"I love you, too, Marti." I turned to Mary. "Start
the camera, Mary," I said.

Mary and Sandy set up the tripod and turned on the
video lights. The cabin was as bright as daylight.

"Come sit on my lap and give me a kiss," I said to
Marti.

Marti sat on my naked lap with my erect cock
between her legs. She put her arms around my neck
and kissed me passionately.

"Do you want to have Mary videotape us tonight,
Marti? We won't be able to share the tape with
anyone but we can watch it later to remember this
night."

"Oh, yes, daddy," said Marti. "Mrs. Hemmings
already talked to me about it. She taped my exam
this afternoon and then taped me playing with my
pussy so that I could see what I looked liked. She
also showed me some of her sex toys." Marti
giggled uncontrollably for a few seconds.

"Mrs. Hemmings has the huge cock that buzzes when
you press a switch. It's even huger than yours.
When you hold it against your pussy it feels
really good. I didn't think it would fit inside
Mrs. Hemmings cunt but she showed me that it
could. She let it buzz in her cunt until she
came." Marti giggled more.

"After she shut it off and took it out of her cunt
I put it in my mouth to see how big it felt. It is
bigger than your cock but Mrs. Hemmings said that
I could fit it inside my cunt easily and that I
shouldn't worry about you fitting inside me."

"Let's see if I can fit my cock inside your cunt
then, dear."

I carried Marti to the bed and set her down on the
edge. Mary and Sandy kept the tape rolling as they
moved the camera to a better position. I didn't
wait for them. I swung Marti's legs over my
shoulders and licked her pussy tentatively. She
responded immediately by pressing her cunt towards
my eager mouth.

I licked and sucked Marti's pussy lips and clit
until she began to writhe with desire for more.
Juice and saliva were gushing from her pussy as I
rose to place my erect cock at the entrance to her
cunt. There was no hesitation this time. We both
wanted this more than anything in the world. I
pushed the head of my cock between her cunt lips
until I found the entrance to her vagina.

Marti let out a little moan. I couldn't tell if it
was pain or pleasure.

Her pussy lips looked strained at accommodating
such a large member. I hesitated now, afraid of
hurting my little girl.

"Does it hurt, Marti?" I whispered. "I can stop if
it hurts too much."

"It just feels like I stretched my skin a little,
Daddy. It doesn't hurt bad. Please don't stop."

"O.K., honey. I won't stop. The head of my cock is
just in your cunt hole. I'm going to push it in a
little until I feel your cherry. You tell me if it
hurts."

I pushed until the head of my cock was inside the
ring of muscle at the entrance to her love tunnel.

Marti let out a small "Oh!" as the muscle snapped
behind the head of my cock.


I hesitated again. "Keep going, Daddy! Please
don't stop!"

I pushed forward slowly waiting to feel the
resistance of her hymen. "Ahhh!" squealed Marti as
I felt a slight resistance. I wondered if I had
just busted my daughter's cherry. I kept pushing
in until my cock was buried to the hilt in her no
longer virginal pussy. "Are you alright, sweetie?"

"Yes, Daddy. It feels wonderful to have you inside
me. Now I know why Sandy loves fucking Jerry and
her dad. I never thought it would be like this.
Fuck me, Daddy. Move you cock in and out of my
pussy. I just love that feeling."

I started fucking Marti. Slowly at first and then
faster as her hips rose to meet each stoke. My
vision narrowed until all I could see was the
point where my cock entered Marti's pussy. My cock
would emerge glistening with her juice tinged with
a trace of her virgin's blood only to plunge to
the hilt again and elicit a gasp of pleasure from
her hoarse throat. The semen was boiling in my
groin now I had to cum very soon. Marti sensed my
impending climax and put her fingers to work on
her own clit. I felt her cunt tighten
spasmodically around my cock as she came. I
started spewing stream after stream of cum into
her newly opened cunt.

My balls were twisting in my scrotum. They ached
with the release that had been denied all day
long. My cock began to deflate, still, buried to
the hilt in Marti's cunt. I started to withdraw
but felt my cock respond to the friction as it
emerged from her pussy. I decide to have another
orgasm before I withdrew completely.

I worked my cock slowly in and out until I was
completely hard again. When I was fully erect I
fucked Marti as hard as I could. Her cunt was
loose from her orgasm and sloppy with the mixture
of her pussy juice and my cum. I thrust my cock
into her until my hips slammed against her crotch
and then with drew until only the head was left
inside her cunt before slamming home again. The
sensation was exquisite.

I think Marti came at least one more time during
all this furious fucking. I was focused on my own
orgasm and when it finally came, my world shrank
to that small island of sensation that is an
orgasm.

I was too weak to stand. I leaned on the bed as I
removed my cock from Marti's cunt. I sat down in
the chair next to the bed to rest a bit. A shape
emerged from the darkness behind the floodlights
and kneeled between Marti's limp legs. Sandy began
to lick all the semen from Marti's thighs before
sucking all the cum from her cunt.

Mary kneeled in front of me and took my cummy cock
into her mouth to clean it. She soon had me hard
again and even though my balls ached I was able to
cum again in a short while. I was dead tired by
this time. I wanted to lie down on sleep for a day
or two.

Mary helped to stand up and carried me over to the
bed. Sandy and Mary were already asleep in each
other's arms. Mary and I soon joined them in
slumber.


Chapter 9 - Aftermath

I felt the bed move. The squeaking springs told me
someone was moving on the bed. The noisy birds and
dim light told me that it was morning. I looked
see who was moving. Marti and Sandy were n a
sixty-nine position eating each other.

I rolled over to try to ignore them and bumped
into Mary. My hand was on her breast. I squeezed
the tit and began to suckle. I intended to tease
her a little and then go to sleep. Mary had other
ideas. I felt her squeeze my cock.

"Why don't you put this where it will do us both
some good?" Mary asked me as she squeezed my cock
again. I've been having wet dreams all night long
and I am horny enough to fuck a goat."

I rolled on top of Mary and slipped my cock home
in one smooth stroke. She was already wet with
excitement and needed no lubrication or warming
up. We were soon fucking in a nice easy slow
rhythm. The kind of rhythm that maximizes pleasure
to both partners with out bringing either to a
climax too soon. This was the kind of fucking that
June and I had done so often on a warm spring
morning.

Sandy and Marti sat on the bed with their legs
crossed as the watched Mary and I fuck. I focused
on the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of
Mary's cunt effortlessly. I was dimly aware of
Sandy and Marti. I saw Marti get off the bed and
pee into the chamber pot. When she Marti got back
on the bed, Sandy took her turn using the pot.

I could feel Mary getting close to an orgasm. I
was not ready for one but decided that I needed to
finish this before the girls distracted both of us
with requests for breakfast. I started pumping
harder. I made sure to rub my cock along her slit
with each thrust. Mary's her clit was constantly
stimulated by my cock. Mary was drenched in sweat
and so was I. She wrapped her legs around my hips
to get even more direct clitoral stimulation. Both
of us were very close to orgasm. I concentrated on
holding back my orgasm. Mary began to buck beneath
me like a bronco. I continued to fuck her as her
orgasm wracked her body. The spasms subsided until
all I felt was an occasional twitch in her cunt. I
let my own orgasm wash over me. Cum boiled out of
my cock and flooded Mary's cunt. I collapsed on
top of her for a second before rolling off. "God I
needed that," I heard Mary say before I drifted
off to sleep again.

I was only asleep for a few minutes. Sandy was
cleaning my cock with her mouth when I woke up.

I put my hand on Sandy's head to stop her sucking
me off again. "Hold it, Sandy," I said. Let me
piss first." I slowly worked my way out of the
mass of tangled bodies on the bed. Marti was
eating cum out of Mary's cunt while Sandy had
turned her attention from my cock to one of Mary's
boobs.

Mary stirred awake under the onslaught of two
girls sucking on parts of her anatomy and one
clumsy man trying to get out of a too crowded bed
without gouging someone.

Mary successfully fought off the girls long enough
to sit up in bed just as I reached the rapidly
filling chamber pot. I contributed my share to the
morning's accumulation. The hiss of the stream
against the side of the pot triggered Mary's own
needs. She clambered out of bed and took the pot
from me as I was shaking the last drops off my
cock.

Sandy and Marti and I watched as Mary squatted on
the pot to let loose her own stream of urine. I
wasn't sure the pot could hold all that piss. It
did though. Mary looked around for the toilet
paper. I reached under the bed and tossed it to
her. She tore off a strip and wiped her cunt with
it. She looked confused for a few seconds as she
looked for a place to drop the wad of used tp. She
finally dropped it in the pot with all the piss.

I looked at Mary. She stood naked in front of me
just as she had yesterday. No false modesty or
coyness was evident in her manner. She could be
naked in front of a man and not feel shame at all.
She would feel desire when she wanted it but only
if she wanted it.

I looked at Marti and Sandy. The same applied to
them. The same girls who had been eating each
other's cunt only an hour ago and performing oral
sex on Mary and I only minutes ago were busy
talking to each other about plans to go shopping
next week.

I looked at my own naked body and my non-erect
cock. I looked at Mary's shaved pussy. I
remembered our long fucking session from this
morning. I felt my cock twitch at the memory. I
thought about Mary as my friend and not my sex
partner. My cock returned to normal.

My eyes strayed to Marti, my daughter and now my
lover. My cock grew hard when I thought of her as
my lover. It stayed soft when I thought of her as
my daughter.

Sandy was the last one that I looked at. I thought
of her as the one remaining cunt in the room that
I had not fucked. My cock grew hard at the thought
of parting those hairless pussy lips with a stiff
cock and then fucking her hard until I filled her
cunt with hot cum. But if I thought of her as
Marti's friend and Mary's daughter I didn't have
an erection.

"Mary," I said. "Do you and Sandy want to stay
through Friday? We need to go back into town for
food and make arrangements to come back next week.
You and Sandy are welcome to join us here anytime.
Bill and Jerry are welcome, also. I did promise to
eat you pussy until you passed out from orgasms."

Mary smiled broadly. She knew I had finally made
the connection in my own mind. Other people were
sexual beings to me only if I wanted them to be.
Otherwise they were just people.

"Marti," I said, "I'm going to win that bet."

Marti grinned back at me. "I know, Daddy. I
thought you would."



    

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