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                              J-Girls
   
                     1 - Welcome to the dance
   
The story you are about to read tells of a tremendous change in life styles for me . . 
. a sudden jump into the wild, wonderful world of juvenile sex. My name is John 
Danvers, although most people call me Jack. It all started one bright, sunny, July 
morning in Indiana. That’s where I live.  I was home, taking a few days off from work 
and enjoying just being lazy.
   
Earlier that day my wife, Sue, and I had a rather strange conversation. It was about 
our spare time and how to use it. Not that we had all that much spare time. Both of us 
worked and we had three daughters and a house to take care. My wife felt that what 
spare time we had should be put to more productive use. She told me that she wanted us 
all, me, her and our three daughters, to visit a nudist resort near our home. She 
claimed that she'd heard a lot of good things about it from her friends and that if 
nothing else it would give us all a chance to develop great all-over tans.
   
Hardly a prude, I still had to give it a bit of thought before agreeing. The idea of 
being naked with other adults was not too upsetting. Before my wife and I were 
married, we had run with a pretty wild group in college. There were parties where 
people got drunk and took their clothes off, and not necessarily in that order. It was 
the prospect of being naked with kids, especially mine, that bothered me. Something 
about the idea didn't seem quite right.
  
Like most fathers, I bathed and dressed my girls when they were young. As they grew 
older, this happened less and less. From the time each girl started school I seldom 
saw them even in their underclothes, much less naked. Nobody ordered it this way. Sue 
and I never discussed it. Things just seemed to work out that I would not be around 
when the girls were changing or bathing.
   
On top of this, my ten-year-old daughter, Mindy, was just coming into that stage of 
increased self-awareness and sensitivity that comes with the start of puberty. She 
would spend a lot of time preening in front of the mirror in her room and she had 
become very concerned about what she wore and the way it looked on her. To take her 
shopping for clothes was risking your sanity. She could spend an entire afternoon in a 
clothing store, looking at everything they had, and come out with nothing. It 
sometimes took Mindy an hour to get dressed, and yet she'd look like she just grabbed 
something out of the closet and threw it on, anyway. I couldn't figure it out.
                
It didn't seem to me that Miss Fussy would care to go naked in front of anyone. On the 
other hand, eight year old Polly and  five-year-old Suzy probably wouldn't give it 
much thought. They almost always went along with whatever we wanted to do.
            
Sue and I cherished our daughters. We had deliberately chosen to bring each one of 
them into the world. Our lives together, with the girls, were wholesome and stable; 
some might have looked at us and even said we led an idyllic existence. Sue and I had 
experimented with drugs in college, but this stopped when we decided to have children. 
We drank, occasionally, but over time Sue virtually  abandoned even this. I still 
enjoyed a cold beer now and then and almost always had some on hand. Neither of us 
smoked. If  Sue and I had a weakness, and I'm not sure this qualifies, it would  have 
been sex. We enjoyed it very much and even after many years together, still did it 
quite often.
           
The insurance company I worked for liked what I did for them. They had promoted me 
several times and I was on my way, perhaps not to the top, but certainly to a well 
paid and influential position. Money was not a problem for Sue and me. We weren't 
wealthy, but a nice home, a new car every few years and most of the other things we 
wanted were always there for us.
           
My wife renewed the subject, later that day, when the children  were there. To my 
surprise, Mindy thought it was a good idea. As I suspected, the other girls more or 
less just followed the leader.
           
That was on a Friday. On the following morning we were all in the car and driving to 
the resort. In my family, things tended to happen fast when my wife and daughters were 
in agreement. Somehow, when I was the lone person pursuing a course of action, time 
seemed to stand still. Nothing happened. This peculiarity of time and space has never 
been adequately explained. I am sure the answer lies in the unpublished notes of 
Albert Einstein. It must. The women in my family are not bright enough to have figured 
this out by themselves. At least, I don't think so.
      
Anyway, when we got to the camp, there was a small office and we went in there to 
register.  We were greeted  by a tall, attractive woman of about 45 or 50. She was 
dressed in shorts and a halter, which puzzled me at first. I was expecting everyone to 
be naked, but then I noticed that we were still officially outside the camp. You 
didn't need a scorecard to tell that our hostess was one of the players. Her tan was 
magnificent. My wife poked me in the ribs and gave me a look-at-her grin but it wasn't 
necessary. The woman literally glowed with health. You couldn't help but notice her.
           
She was a little on the heavy side, with big breasts and a broad behind, but not bad 
looking. For her age, I thought she was attractive. Normally I wouldn’t be interested 
in someone from a different generation, but something about this woman reminded me of 
when I was a kid. In those days, I’d sometimes have dirty thoughts about the better 
looking mothers of my friends. You know how that is, don’t you? You wouldn’t say 
anything to your friend, of course; but you’d secretly eye his mom and wonder what she 
was like.
           
It only took our hostess a few minutes to get us through the registration process and 
describe the facilities. The camp was large and well equipped. Besides lakeside 
bathing, there were both outdoor and indoor pools, and all sorts of activities to 
spend your time on.
                    
Only couples, no singles, could register. Each 'family' was assigned  a cabin. It 
turned out that ours had only one bedroom, although it was a large one. There was a 
double bed which Sue and I claimed, and three singles for the girls. Sharing sleeping 
quarters with our girls was not exactly a novelty for us. Up until they were old 
enough for school, we had frequently allowed each of the girls to sleep with us.
           
This was usually on special occasions like holidays and birthdays. It was only one 
girl at a time but they loved it. Snuggling up between  mom and dad, especially on 
nights when it was cold or raining, meant a lot to the girls. Whenever we announced 
that so-and-so could sleep with us, the child would run around like someone who had 
just won the lottery.
           
As we were unloading our car, a group of nude teenagers, boys and  girls, went by. 
There was no way I could keep my eyes off those girls. They were fabulous and I envied 
the boys who were with them. My admiration of the young women was quite apparent to 
Sue.
           
"Dirty old man." Sue whispered as she came up to me, "Lusting after those girls. What 
are you going to do when you're naked?" 
           
"Damned if I know," I muttered, "maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."
                         
"Nonsense . . . the magazines at Adele's house say that men hardly ever think about 
sex  once everybody is naked . . . and the hidden aspect is gone," she laughed. "Let's 
test it . . . come on girls . . . let's go inside and get undressed."





           
When I said that we had a bedroom in the cabin, I didn't mean that it was a separate 
room. It was more like the cabin was the bedroom. The beds were off against the wall, 
and there was enough space for the other furniture, but it was all in one big room. 
There was no privacy, except for the bathroom, and Mindy quickly ducked in there to 
undress. The rest of us had to either wait our turn or strip in plain view of each 
other. My wife voted early for group nudity by peeling off her blouse and bra. As she 
did so, she urged us to join her in getting naked. Without blinking an eye my other 
two girls followed their mother's lead and began to strip.
           
All of us were wearing the standard, American, summer uniform; shorts, tee shirts and 
sneakers.

Suzy, our youngest child, was only five-years old and not that long out of diapers. 
She dropped her shorts first and then went to work on her shirt. She still hadn't 
quite mastered the art of clothing and the shirt gave her a bit of trouble. She looked 
funny with her bare, little bottom sticking out, and her head and arms inside her 
shirt. I had to laugh at her contortions.
           
Polly, Suzy's older sister, was naked in no time and I felt an unexpected twinge of 
interest as she emerged from her clothes. Although not yet into puberty, at eight 
years of age, Polly already had graceful, flowing lines. Naturally, she was 
flat-chested but otherwise her slender, youthful body was surprisingly well formed. I 
never realized that a girl that young could be so nice. With her narrow waist, flat 
stomach and beautifully shaped little ass she was something to see. In particular, I 
was fascinated by the way the mound of her little pussy stood out and the smooth, 
clean look of her cunt lips. Your eyes just naturally went to it. As I was taking in 
the sight of her, Polly reached over to help her sister. I gulped for air as her 
vagina spread open just enough to give me a glimpse of the juicy, darker colored flesh 
inside.
           
Let me try to explain how it was. When my girls were babies, like any father, I used 
to bathe and dress them. As they grew older, I did these things less often. By the 
time they started school, I almost never saw the girls naked. Nobody told me to stay 
away or stop looking at them. It just seemed to work out that way. Oh, occasionally, I 
might spot one of them coming out of the shower but these were quick, now-you-see-it, 
now-you-don't looks, and I certainly didn't make a habit of it. Each girl had her own 
bedroom, too, so it was seldom that I even saw them change clothes. 
                   
Until that moment I hadn't given much thought to the sexuality of my girls. Out of 
sight, out of mind. They were simply my children, and that's it. In my eyes they were 
sexless. The subject never came up. Unless you're the father of a young girl, you 
probably don't understand what I'm trying to tell you. I believe that all fathers take 
a sexual interest in their daughters. Most of the time this interest is so well 
suppressed a man doesn’t realize its there. 
           
Seeing little Polly naked, with that surprisingly good looking body of hers, made me 
realize that there was a sexual side to her nature. She was already charming, with the 
promise of being more so as she grew up. Polly noticed me looking her over and her 
embarrassed smile brought me back to reality.
           
Alongside me, my wife, Sue, was nearly done. She poked me in the ribs. "Come on. 
You're the only one still dressed."
           
Just as I finished undressing, the door to the bathroom opened and Mindy peeked out. 
It was a rare opportunity and I couldn't resist. I put my hands to my mouth as if I 
were playing a trumpet, and gave out with a series of  'Ta Da Da Da! Ta Da Da Da!' The 
door swung shut and Mindy retreated.
           
"Mom! Make him stop."
           
It didn't work. I was having too much fun and gave out with another blast on my 
trumpet. "Ta Da Da Da! Ta Da Da Da!"
           
"Daadd! I'm not coming out unless you stop."
           
My musical director had heard enough. "OK. Put the horn away or she'll be in there all 
weekend."
           
In a  conciliatory tone I called to the girl. "Come on out, darling. You can't stay in 
there. Sooner or later one of us is going to have to use the facility. I'll be quiet."
           
Again, the door opened. Mindy peeked out to see us all standing around, pretending she 
wasn’t there. Cautiously, she stepped into the cabin. For a brief instant she made eye 
contact with me and then looked away. No doubt it was awkward for a girl her age, just 
becoming aware of the changes taking place in her body, to appear nude in front of her 
father. Trying hard to ignore us, she strolled to the window and stood, looking out. 
The sun was shining through at just the right angle. It was like a spotlight on her.
           
Mindy had a habit of stretching her arms up in the air and arching her back, while at 
the same time running her hands through her long, red hair. It was an innocent, 
subconscious move that I'd seen her perform dozens of times. She did it now. The thing 
is, being naked, the pose gave her a provocative look that I found riveting. My eyes 
traveled up and down her form, taking in every detail. As with Polly, only more so 
since Mindy was older, it disturbed me that I was ogling my own child.  Yet, I 
couldn't help myself. My male hormones had automatically clicked in. 
           
I hadn't lived a monastic life. My wife was hardly the only woman I'd ever seen naked, 
nor was she the only woman I'd ever had sex with. It's just that my girls, especially 
Mindy, were nice in a way that I’d never thought about before. I couldn't get over how 
shapely they were, how alluring. 

If you don’t know let me tell you. Seeing a young girl naked is not the same as seeing 
her in a bathing suit. When you see a child naked, it makes you think about things 
that maybe you shouldn’t be thinking about. I wondered if the other children would 
affect me the same way. I'd know soon enough. After all, this was a nudist camp.
           
Quickly,  I cataloged Mindy's anatomy. Her legs were exceptionally well formed, with 
thighs that already had a pleasing swell to them. Further up, her narrow hips 
gracefully curved into a thin waist and flat stomach. She was slender, but without 
that spindly, skinny look that young girls often have. 

Her breasts were growing, too. Before we ever talked about coming to the camp, I'd 
noticed that Mindy's nipples were beginning to show through her clothing. Until now 
though, I hadn't given it much thought. Seeing her naked made all the difference. 
Again I thought back to when I was a school boy. It must have been about fifth or 
sixth grade when we noticed that some of the girls were changing. We, the other boys 
and I, used to speculate on what those nascent beauties were like. Now I knew. What a 
sight! Mindy wouldn't need a bra for awhile but her tits were already big enough to 
hold my interest. I never dreamed that a girl her age would look so appealing.
           
Like her sisters, Mindy's cunt was smooth and clean. The absence of hair allowed me to 
clearly see the firm, fat lips covering her opening. As Mindy walked away, I was 
impressed by her tight, round, little ass. Her back curved in just a bit, and this 
made her lovely behind seem just a bit more prominent. It really did catch your eye.
           
Most men, I suppose, can be stirred by an exceptionally, pretty girl who is just 
starting to bloom and I'm no exception. A man can be forgiven for admiring a lovely 
child so long as he keeps his hands and his thoughts to himself. I had to do this now 
but it was difficult. Because Mindy was my daughter I felt like I had a proprietary 
interest in her. It seemed that I should be able to touch her and I had to fight the 
urge to do so. Where were these ideas coming from? What the hell was wrong with me? 
This was Mindy standing before me. She was buck naked and a fine piece of work, but 
she was my daughter! 
           


Looking back, I can understand what was happening to me, but at the time things were 
not all that clear. From the moment my sweet, young Polly slipped out of her panties I 
was caught up in an internal conflict. I'd never considered my girls to be "girls" per 
se. They were just my kids. Nothing more. Seeing those lovely bodies, especially those 
delightful, little cunts, made me realize that they were not just children. They were 
females, already grown enough to be interesting in a sexual way. The day was coming 
when they'd be going out with boys and start having sex. In Mindy's case I didn't 
think the day was that far off. She was a delight to behold. If the boys weren't after 
her by now, it wouldn't be much longer.
           
Then I felt a burst of pride. I'd made these enchanting creatures. They had come from 
my loins.
           
 I didn't want Sue to notice me leering. My attraction to the girls seemed 
sacrilegious. So much for the magazines at Adele's. With an exertion of inner 
strength, I defeated the demon in my loins and regained control. Too late. Sue, the 
ever watchful, had noticed my interest. She scooted all three naked girls out the door 
and told them to bring in their things from the car.
           
"Well . . . what do you think?" she said with a wicked grin.
           
"Think? ...about what?"
           
"Your pretty girls." She replied with a giggle. "You were staring at them . . .  
They're growing up fast, aren't they?"
           
"They certainly are, especially Mindy . . . Say, let's get all our stuff inside and 
then go see what this place has to offer." 
           
The remainder of the day went by without incident, except for the abundance of naked 
women and girls. I was surprised that so many people went in for this stuff. The camp 
was crowded. For me it was a continuing struggle to keep from rising to the occasion. 
It was wearing me out.

With sunset and the cool of the night, the naked flesh around us gradually disappeared 
under clothing again.
           
                






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