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 Author: Portheus
Title: Growing Up Nudist
Keywords: inc, exhib, MFgmb, ped, cons, g1st, Mg, mg, bg, mbg, Mmb, Fg,
1st, b1st, m1st, rim, anal
Copyright: January, 2013
Summary: A precocious and impetuous young girl's curiosity about sex can
no longer be repressed in the look-but-don't-touch world of a Florida
nudist resort.
Warning: This is just a story.  Please do not try this at home.  Sex
with minors is a very bad thing, and while it's fun to fantasize about it
sometimes, it's probably unhealthy to think about it too much.
   Growing Up Nudist
   My parents are nudists.
   We spend every summer at our double-wide "cabin" at a posh nudist resort
in Florida.  My dad's job doesn't require that he go to the office every
day; he just needs a computer and internet connection for most of his work,
and an occasional business trip takes care of the rest.
   Textiles (Non-nudists) have all sorts of wild ideas about what goes on
in those places, few of which are true.  There are no orgies, men don't run
around with erections, the women are not "easy," and few people are shaped
like supermodels.  Nudists tend to avoid public displays of affection,
other than a few rare "A-frame" hugs, where only the shoulders and ears
touch.  In fact, nudist camps are not much different than church camps,
except everyone is naked.  Our resort even has Bible studies on Sunday
mornings!
   Booooring!
   Even so, my family is fairly liberal, and I grew up knowing about the
birds and the bees from the very beginning.  My parents never openly fucked
in front of me, but they sure did a lot of hugging and kissing, which I
found oddly comforting.  It's really nice to know that your parents are
still in love.
   A couple of times I accidentally walked in on them while they were
fucking.  Most recently, Mom was on top.  When I barged in looking for
towels, she just looked over her shoulder at me, smiled tolerantly as only
moms can, and calmly asked me to come back later.  I wanted to stay and
watch, and pester them with questions, but I had sense enough to know that
I was interrupting something precious and important, one of the things that
holds our weird little family together.  So I left them alone, but I didn't
hurry out of the room.  I tried to memorize the sight of my dad's big fat
cock sliding balls deep into my mom's wet sucking pussy.  She had a
delightfully round ass that turned heads around the resort, and I hoped my
skinny little girl butt would fill out like hers someday.  She had almost
stopped grinding her clit against Dad's pubic bone, but not quite, and as I
backed out she rolled her shapely hips forward slowly and shuddered almost
imperceptibly.  I guess she figured that with me looking right between
Dad's legs at his shaved balls and his hard wet cock buried in her hairy
snatch, that it wouldn't be proper to continue bouncing up and down on him
while her naked 11 year old daughter watched.
   He had stopped thrusting when I came in, but he just couldn't wait until
I was completely out of the room to start up again.  I wasn't halfway down
the hall before I heard him moan rhythmically, a sort of "OH!  Oh!  Oh"
sound, in what must have been a powerful climax.  Maybe getting caught by
his little girl pushed Daddy over the edge.  I think I distracted mom just
long enough to fuck it up for her, though, because I didn't hear her cum.
She is usually pretty loud, and the walls in our doublewide are thin enough
that I know what she sounds like by now.  I stopped to listen to them for a
moment, and I could just make out some mushy cooing kissy sounds.  I think
cuddling afterwards must be the best part for them, which is also oddly
comforting.  All the hot and heavy stuff was over, except that seeing my
dad with his big old thing up my mom's juicy cunt had me all hot.
   I went to my room to jill off.  If my parents kept to their habitual
schedule, they would snuggle for another 20 minutes and then shower
together for another 20 or so.  Sometimes the shower got them hot again and
they would wind up back in bed.  He's sure got a lot of spunk for an old
guy.  Anyway, I thought I would have plenty of time to rub off a few
orgasms of my own.
   I had two fingers up my nearly bald pussy and was rubbing my clit
vigorously when my dad came in.  Shit.  I stopped what I was doing and
looked at him, mouth open in surprise.  He just said, "Oops!  Sorry." He
didn't look very sorry.  His cock had already started to rise.  It's a nice
cock, a long thick circumcised beauty that normally hung down well past his
balls, but had now risen to almost horizontal to my mattress.  He just
stood there for a second with his mouth open, gaping at me with my knees
spread, fingers in my wet almost hairless little slit, tiny breasts flushed
with an impending orgasm, realizing that his half-tumescent paternal penis
was pointed directly at my pussy.  I had a momentary flash-fantasy, a
sudden desire to watch him cum, wondering if he could squirt far enough to
go up my pussy.  I took my fingers out of my hole, embarrassed to be caught
masturbating by my old man, but that left my tight little hole gaping a
little bit, glistening wet, and pointed right at him.  His cock hardened
just a little more, now above the horizontal, bobbing gently, curved
slightly up and to his left.  If he were too shoot off now, I thought, it
would go all over me: little titties, hard flat tummy, between my legs, on
my sparse pubic hair, and maybe on my damp parted pussy lips.
   Nudists are brought up not to stare, but he was in my room, and I had to
looks at his beautiful hard cock just a bit.  It was bigger than average,
and I should know, being a nudist kid and all.  I'm only 11, but I've seen
thousands of cocks, all different sizes and shapes, and his is one of the
prettiest.  Maybe I just think so because I love my dad and I see his cock
every day, and his cock is probably the standard I use to judge other
cocks. But he's still my dad, and I hardly ever see it hard, except
sometimes in the morning before he takes a pee.  He had this sort of cute
stupid expression on his face as he looked at me, like he forgot what he
came in to say, and that made me smile at him affectionately.  I wiped the
pussy juice from my fingers onto my sheets and pushed myself up on my
elbows, but I was still lying on the bed with my legs spread and my wet
pussy pointed right at him.  And, oh jeez, the room must have reeked of
little girl cunt.
   Dad's cock was almost hard now, in spite of having just fucked my mom,
and he looked like he was trying to will it to be soft.  Poor guy.  Mom
says that men are ruled by testosterone, and just the sight of a pretty
girl can get them all hot and bothered.  I can modestly say that I'm a
pretty hot chick.  Well, for age 11, I am.  I'm slender, muscular, and
tanned from spending my days swimming and playing tennis and generally
running around the camp.  (OK, so nudist resorts aren't completely boring.)
I'm not as curvy as I'll be next year, but definitely curvy enough to turn
heads.  My boobs haven't really grown in yet; if I take after my mom they
will be D-cups someday, but right now they would be just a little more than
A-cups if I ever bothered to unpack my bras.
   "What's up, pop?" I asked.  That question seemed to snap him out of his
trance.
   "Oh, uh, Mom's about to take me to the airport.  Do you need anything
before we take off?"
   Shit.  I forgot about the business trip.  He would be gone for a week.
   "No, I'm good." I got up to give him a hug.  Even though we are usually
naked, our hugs are normally chaste asexual father/daughter hugs.  This
time, though, my pussy was wet and my dad had a hard cock that was going to
poke me no matter what, and I did a naughty thing.  Instead of the chaste
friendly A-frame hug I should have given him, I ran over and plastered my
body against his in a big loving bear hug.  My dad is pretty tall, and I'm
pretty short, and that hard cock of his, now sticking straight out, is
pretty long.  When I hugged him, his cock was pressed right between my
developing titties; its wet head just touched my chin when I looked down. I
wrapped my arms around him, clutching his hard, muscular, hairy buttocks
and said in my best little girl voice, "I love you Daddy!  I'll miss you!"
I rocked back and forth as I hugged him and kissed him around his
belly-button in a random circle, until one kiss landed right on the slick
wet tip of his cock.  "Oops!" I said.  "Sorry!" Of course I wasn't really,
but I do like to be polite.  I could smell and taste Mom's fragrant pussy
on him, a stronger, more mature aroma than my own, but mostly he just
smelled excitingly male.  He hadn't taken take time to shower!
   "Uh, s'alright..." Poor Daddy knew he should leave, but when a little
girl who loves you is squeezing your cock between her little tits and
smearing it around on her chest and chin, it must be hard to break away
from that.  I could feel his hard hot cock throbbing between us, and I
thought for a minute he was going to squirt in my face, but he was after
all, my dad, and he wouldn't do that.  He kissed me on the top of the head,
extricated himself, and fled, telling me to be a good girl and that he
would see me soon.
   Shit.  Now I was really horny.
   There was a little bit of pre-cum on my chin.  I rubbed it off on my
index finger and felt its slippery stickiness with my thumb.  There wasn't
much.  I tasted it, but it didn't taste like much.  There wasn't enough of
it.
   I went outside, thinking I could cool off in the pool, and hoping to
ogle some hot guys.  There wasn't really anyone around the camp my age that
I was interested in this summer.  The problem with boys my age is that they
either aren't interested in girls yet, or they are, but they are in the
throes of testosterone poisoning and can think of nothing else other than
getting into my pussy.  Unfortunately, they haven't the faintest idea how.
   Yes, it's true.  I lived at a nudist camp and I was a virgin.  I wasn't
really ready for sex yet, certainly not any kind of heavy love affair with
a hormone addled jerk.  Honestly, there were only a few hormone addled
jerks to choose from this summer anyway.  And of course older men who are
interested in me are perverts by definition.  Yeah.  That's all I need: an
affair with a pedophile.  (There aren't really a lot of pedophiles around
nudist camps either.  That's another rumor from the textile world.)
   And yet I was admittedly hormone-addled myself, and my mom and dad's
lovemaking had almost gotten me horny enough to fuck one of those young
jerks or pedophiles.  Almost.  I told myself that I was just curious about
sex, and that there's nothing wrong with healthy curiosity.  I mean, I knew
what went where and why, and I was pretty anxious to find out who and when;
but that didn't clue me in on what real honest to goodness sex actually
smelled, tasted, and felt like.
   My parents slammed the door on the way to the car.  My mom paused to
glare at me, so I assumed we would be having words later about how a lady
should hug her father.  But those words would be at least three hours
later, because it was 90 minutes to the airport.  I hoped dad would calm
her down on the way out.  Just childish curiosity, he would say.  She's
becoming a woman, and it's natural for her to explore these new sensations.
Go easy on her.
   Right.
   Maybe a swim would cool me down.  I headed for the pool and clubhouse,
passing kids and retirees of both genders, but mostly naked old ladies.  I
saw a couple of hunky older guys who were probably in their late 20s, but
they were both headed away from me.  Shit.
   Then I noticed Mr.  McDougal taking a nap in the little yard in back of
his RV.  OK, I peeked through a gap in the shrubs, so sue me.  He's an
ancient old fart, but he's a really sweet friendly old guy.  His wife
passed away a few years ago, and he lives permanently at the resort.  He
has never acted creepy or anything toward me or any of the other kids. 
I've never seen him chat up any of the single ladies his age, and he has
never hit on any married ladies that I have heard about.  Unwanted sexual
advances will get you tossed out of a nudist resort pretty quickly.  I
always thought he was too old for sex, but as I passed his yard I noticed
that he had an enormous erection.
   In a nudist resort, erections are considered antisocial.  It's like a
sneeze; you can't help sneezing sometimes, but when you do, you cover your
mouth.  Adult nudists rarely get erections because when they do, they get
nervous and self-conscious about it...  and then it goes away, usually
before it even gets started.  Teens can't control them as well, so they
just roll over on their stomachs or put a towel over their lap until it
subsides.  But Mr.  McDougal was sleeping, and snoring pretty loudly too,
so he was completely unaware that his enormous old erection was waving
around in the sunshine where it could warp and corrupt innocent young
girls.
   Like me!  Tee hee!
   I knew it was naughty, and I knew I shouldn't do it, but by this time I
was really curious about hard cocks.  I wanted to examine one up close. 
Growing up nudist, I had seen thousands of cocks, of all different sizes,
but only had a few fleeting glimpses of erections!  Yes, I had hoped for a
younger one, but at this point any cock would do.  I mean, I wasn't going
to fuck it!  I just wanted to look.
   So I crept into Mr.  McDougal's back yard.  It was almost completely
enclosed in shrubs he had planted when he moved in 10 years ago.  There was
no gate, just a little narrow gap that he kept trimmed.  I sneaked across
the manicured lawn and past the reflecting globe...  why do old people
spend so much time on their lawns?...  and stood to the side of his hammock
and got a good look.
   Mr.  McDougal wasn't a bad looking man, really.  Yes, he was old,
gray-haired, and spotted with freckles and moles...  sun damage will do
that to you...  but he was tall, trim, and muscular.  I would have guessed
that he was about 106 years old, but my mom once told me he was 62, and
still in the prime of life.  I guess it was just the contrast of my perfect
11 year old skin next to his old sun loving hide that made him seem so aged
to me.  When you're eleven, even 18 seems ancient.
   There were no wrinkles on his cock, presumably because his erection
stretched it out.  His ball sack was big and wrinkly, and he shaved them
like many of the men around the camp.  I was surprised that the wrinkles in
his scrotum actually formed a pattern, and that there was a little line
dividing it into left and right halves.  I was fascinated by his testicles;
they didn't just hang there, but seemed to wander about within his scrotum
along with whatever he was dreaming about, like enormous beetles in a bag.
There were bluish veins all over it, making a fascinating branching
pattern. His erection hovered over his belly and rose and fell with his
breath; a droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip and glistened in the summer
sun.  The head (I think it's called a glans) was slightly darker in color
than the shaft, and his balls were darker still.  His cock had never seemed
particularly large before, but hard, his cock seemed enormous to me, way
too big to go inside a girl.  But then I realized that I had had cucumbers
almost that big up my twat, and they felt great!  (After the first time,
anyway.)
   I studied it for a while, watching it grow and shrink at random
intervals.  I wondered what he was dreaming about to make it do that.  His
chest rose and fell as he snored, and loosely woven yellow and red hammock
swayed gently in the light breeze.  Eventually I got bored just looking at
it.  The smart thing to do would be to sneak back out, but I was even
hornier now than when I came in.  As you might guess, curiosity got the
better of me ...  again ...  and I decided to try to touch it.
   Just with one finger.  I very carefully put my index finger right in the
middle of his cock, on that little tube that runs up the underside but was
now facing up.  His breath, which had been very rhythmic and regular,
stopped for just a second, and resumed.  Reassured that he wasn't going to
wake up, I very gently felt around the area.  I felt a tube of some kind
over a soft hard spongy material that didn't feel like anything else I had
ever felt in my 11 years on this planet.  Other than my dad's cock between
my boobs, that is, but you can't really get a good sense of a cock's
texture without using your hands.  It was really nothing like a cucumber at
all.  I carefully moved my finger up to the head.  He was circumcised, and
pre-cum was drooling out of the slit, the meatus, the urethra.  I knew the
names of all the parts, but that's all I knew.  I touched the pre-cum.  It
was slippery, so I rubbed it gently around the head to test its feel.  He
moaned in his sleep, and then settled down again.  Encouraged, emboldened,
I very carefully picked up his penis, laid it on my palm, and held it
gently between both hands.  It throbbed and pulsed, and started to get even
bigger!  Feeling him pulse between my hands, feeling him grow and shrink
and grow again, and feeling his heat and his slippery dampness from the
almost purple tip of his cock made my pussy all juicy and hot.  I leaned
down to get a better look.  There was even more pre-cum coming out of his
piss-slit, drooling down onto my fingers.  He smelled very male.  I bent
down as close as I could to look at where the pre-cum was coming out of his
penis.  I wondered if there was enough to taste?  One big sparkling drop
was about to drip off the end of his cock, and without really thinking
about it, I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the end of his cock.
   I didn't taste it at first, so I gave it a good lick and held it between
my lips as I swirled my tongue around its head.  The response was
immediate. He moaned and his hips gave a little jerk, pushing his swelling
prick a few inches into my mouth.  I opened wide, initially from surprise,
but then to avoid scraping him with my teeth and waking him.  The next
thing I knew, hot sticky cum was squirting against the roof of my mouth,
dripping down on my tongue, overwhelming me with its
salty-mushroom-chlorox-oh-so-male taste.  I jerked back and the next squirt
hit me full in the face, stretching from my right ear, across my nose and
into my hair.  I aimed it down, away from my eyes and the next few squirts
landed on my tits and dripped down into my bellybutton, and then ran down
to my still sparse bush and down my leg.
   Oh shit.  I looked up and Mr.  McDonald was staring at me goggle-eyed,
his mouth hanging open in surprise.  Then we both started apologizing at
once.
   "Oh, Mr.  McDonald, I'm so sorry...
   "Oh my god, oh my god, what are you doing here?  I'm so sorry..."
   "Please Mr.  McDonald, I didn't mean to..."
   "Oh fuck, I'm too old to go to jail..."
   "Oh please don't tell my mom..."
   "Oh please don't tell anyone!"
   About this time we both realized that we were getting too loud, and that
neither of us wanted anyone else to know about this.  I was scared because
my mom would have kittens and ground me for a month, but I suddenly
realized that poor Mr.  McDonald must be terrified that he would go to jail
if anyone found out.  And he would, too, even though he was completely
innocent.  His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, like he was
trying to decide what to say.  Like I said, he was a sweet old guy, and I
felt like a little shit for putting him in this position.
   We heard a couple behind the shrubs, talking and laughing as they passed
by.  Mr.  McDonald glanced at the opening in the hedge and said, "You'd
better come on inside so we can get that stuff cleaned off of you."
   "Good idea," I agreed.
   I had never been inside his RV.  None of the kids who were regulars at
the camp had, so far as I know.  He was funny that way.  It wasn't very
big. When his wife was alive, they used it on week-ends, but when she died
he sold his house in the city and lived there full time.  He didn't need
much space, and the stationary fifth wheel trailer was more than enough for
him.  He had a dozen or so grandkids, but few of them visited him.  His RV
was pretty neat and clean, for an old widower that is.  Vacuumed but not
dusted, which is about as much as you can expect from a man, I guess.  The
living room was dominated by a big work table covered with figure
sculptures, little sculpting tools, and some sort of black stuff.  It
wasn't clay.  I didn't know what it was.
   He grabbed a clean dish towel and started wiping the jism off my face.
His hands were strong, and a his fingers were a little rough, but he was
gentle and careful.  He dragged up a kitchen chair, tossed a towel on it,
and sat down so he could reach me better.  Now that the initial shock had
faded, his creased bearded face was full of warmth, and more than a little
amusement.
   "So, curiosity got the better of you, did it?" He asked.
   "Yes sir.  I'm really sorry.  I don't know why I did that."
   "I do.  You're becoming a woman, and those teenage hormones tend to
affect your judgment.  I was a kid once too, and I did some pretty
boneheaded things.  Oh, this is all in your hair.  You do know that
touching someone sexually without their permission is very inappropriate,
don't you?"
   "I'm sorry.  Were you dreaming?"
   "Yes.  Do you know what a wet dream is?"
   "Sure, " I giggled.  "Girls have them too.  Just nowhere NEAR as wet as
that!"
   He laughed.  The lines around his eyes crinkled in amusement, and I
realized that his kindly face was quite attractive, in an elderly sort of
way.  If he grew out his beard a little he would make a great Santa Claus.
   The towel was smeared with sticky cum, so he tossed it on the floor and
picked up another.  "Well, that's most of it," he said, dabbing at my
crotch.  "I hope nobody notices."
   "My mom notices EVERYTHING," I said.  "And I still smell like your cum."
   "Hmm.  Let's get a quick shower, just to be safe." As he rummaged around
for towels, my eyes were drawn back toward his work table.  There were a
half dozen nude figurines about a foot high and one bust of a woman, more
than life sized.  I don't know anything about art, but the nudes looked
pretty good to me: graceful, sensuous, and anatomically accurate in their
musculature.  At least they LOOKED like normal miniature people to me.  I'm
a nudist.  If he had gotten the muscles wrong somehow I would notice just
as soon as if he had put the nose in the wrong place.  The faces on the
figurines were kind of generic.  Some of them looked a little like people
living around the resort, but they were so small I couldn't be sure.  The
bust was a woman's face, done in loving detail, youthful on one side and
aged on the other.  As I walked from her left side to her right, she seemed
to age.
   "My wife," he said wistfully.  "This is industrial paraffin, you know:
wax.  It's durable and easy to work with.  It doesn't need to be fired or
anything.  And if it turns out well, I can send it out to cast it in
bronze."
   "It's beautiful."
   He grunted.  "It doesn't do her justice.  Shower is this way."
   He had one of those tiny old fashioned RV bathrooms where there's not
much difference between the shower and the rest of the room.  You can sit
on the toilet while you shower if you like, because the drain is in the
floor.  He came in with me, shut the door, and sat down on the toilet
because there wasn't room for both of us to stand.  I didn't think much
about it because I am used to showering with lots of other people at the
clubhouse, and because that's what my mom or dad would do if I had
something in my hair that needed to be washed out.  He picked up the shower
wand and pointed it away from me as he turned on the water.  It was cold,
and I squeaked when it splashed on me, but it warmed up quickly.  He
couldn't reach my hair very well while he was sitting, so he finally had to
stand up and squeeze into the narrow shower area with me while he shampooed
my hair.  Of course, that put his cock about a two feet from my face.
   I picked up the soap and started to soap his chest.  "You've got jism
all over you too," I explained.  It was matted in his thick chest hair, so
I started with his chest and worked my way down.  He was pretty fit for an
old guy, and I got a little turned on again while I washed his surprisingly
hard stomach.  He started to harden again.  Maybe 62 isn't elderly after
all!
   I tilted my head back so he could rinse my hair, and hit my head on the
fiberglass wall.  I moved toward him, hugging my tiny titties to his
crotch, reaching around him to wash his back and his ass, holding him tight
as I leaned back into the warm spray of water.  His cock got really hard,
pressed up against my tummy.  When I stepped back, it sprang up to point at
my face.
   "You've still got cum in your pubic hair," I said, and I started to wash
his cock.  He moaned, and his knees started to buckle a bit.  I took the
shower wand from him and rinsed him off, making sure to spray plenty of
warm water underneath his balls and his ass.  "Oh, geez," he said.  His
cock was bobbing in time with his pulse, right under my face.  I wondered
if he was about to go off again and give me another facefull.  I wouldn't
mind.
   I rinsed his cock, but when I felt the end, it was still slippery.  "I
keep rinsing it, but more stuff keeps oozing out," I said, bending over to
get a better look.  Old or not, it was a beautiful cock.  I opened my
mouth, wondering if he would let me suck it, but he took the shower wand
away from me and said that he was clean enough.
   He slid past me, leaving a sticky streak across my boobs, and sat on the
toilet seat again.  Then he began to gently wash the remaining stickiness
from my body.  He started with my shoulders and arms, but it was an awkward
angle and he couldn't reach me.  "Here," I said, straddling his legs to sit
in his lap.  He was startled, and he had the cutest deer-in-the-headlights
expression on his face, but he persevered and started slowly soaping up my
chest.  But that's where he kinda got hung up.  He soaped up my little
A-and-a-half cup boobies and didn't seem able to stop.  Men are hilarious
sometimes.
   "That feels really nice," I said.  My pussy was getting really wet, and
his hard cock was poking me in the belly-button.  I guess he gave in to the
inevitable, because he started gently stroking my nipples, pinching them
lightly between his thumb and forefinger and letting the soapy nipples
slide slowly out of his grasp.  I held his cock with both hands, feeling it
throb gently, playing with the slippery pre-cum around its head, stroking
it gently...  I suddenly became aware of my own pussy hole and how empty it
felt, I had something in my hand that would fill it quite well, and I never
wanted anything so much in my life.
   "Mr.  McDonald, uh, you know I haven't started having periods yet.  You
can't get me pregnant.  Just this once, you know, I'd, uh, really like to
know what it feels like."
   "I can't," he said.  "You're a minor." But his hard slippery cock and
tiny involuntary thrusts between my welcoming fingers assured me that he
could.
   "Just a little bit," I coaxed.  "Just the tip."
   "Just the tip?  Are you kidding me?" He laughed, but I wasn't sure why.
(Now I know why.  Within a few months, three boys tried the same line on
me.) I scooted forward and lifted up, pointing his cock at my pussy hole. I
played with it for a minute, rubbing the head of it around my clit.  He
moaned, and I thought I'd better get it inside me before he shot off again
and got too soft.  I was already wet and slippery, and so was he, so it
slid in easily.
   Oh.
   My.
   God.
   Better than the best cucumber.  It was warm and hard and tender and
alive, and best of all, it was attached to a dear sweet man who would never
think of hurting me.  He inhaled deeply and looked at me with a sense of
wonder.  He grabbed my little ass with one hand and my slender waist with
his other and slowly began to thrust into me.  It was the most wonderful
thing, better than I ever imagined, different from any sensation I could
ever guess.  I kissed him, full on the lips, a closed mouth little-girl
kiss.  His lips parted and he licked mine.  Startled, I opened my mouth a
little, and his tongue touched mine.  He tasted of cinnamon, a combination
of toothpaste and cinnamon schnapps, but the touch was electric, and his
warm tongue sent a spark through my guts to my pussy.  I spasmed a little.
Not an orgasm, but a promise that at least one cum would follow quickly. 
Our tongues played together, his soft white beard tickled my lips, and soon
I had to break the kiss to breathe.  I leaned back and took a deep breath,
while he held me by my waist.  He leaned forward and captured my right
nipple and began to lick and suck it and kiss all around my young tits.  I
was bouncing up and down madly, making it difficult to tease my nipples,
but he managed.  He squeezed my ass and moved his hand around to my pussy.
He turned his hand around and just barely touched my clitoris with his
middle finger, the tiniest gentlest feather touch imaginable.
   That was it for me.  I came hard, spasming uncontrollably in his lap, my
pussy clenching and gnawing at his sweet old cock until he had no choice
but to let go and fill my welcoming no-longer-virgin body with his seed. 
And that made me come again.  And one more time.  Somewhere between my
first and last orgasm he came too.  I was disappointed that I couldn't feel
him squirt, but I guess that's normal.
   I sat in his lap, holding him affectionately, with my head resting on
his wet hairy chest.  He hugged me gently, protectively.  I looked up at
him and he had tears in his eyes.  "That was my first time since my wife
died three years ago," he said gratefully.
   "It was my first time, period," I grinned.
   "It was wonderful," he said.  "Thank you for making an old man feel
young again.  But we can't do this again.  I like you.  You know that, but
eventually someone would find out, and I'd go to jail if your dad didn't
kill me first."
   I shivered.  He noticed and sprayed what remained of the hot water on me
as I snuggled up to his warm hard body.  He was right.  I had put him in
danger because I couldn't control my own curiosity.
   "No.  We can't do it again," I replied.  "But I'm glad we did it this
time.  Thank you, Mr.  McDougal.  You were very sweet and gentle,
everything a girl could ask for on her first time." I grinned at him.  "Now
maybe I can stop thinking about sex for a while."
   "Don't count on it," he said warmly, turning off the water.  "That's
probably all you'll be thinking about for the next several years.  Just try
to be careful!  Don't get pregnant or scare any more old men."
   "Oh, I don't have to worry about getting pregnant for a long while yet."
   He rolled his eyes, saying "Well let's hope not, but you shouldn't take
any more chances anyway.  You never know." He picked up a bath towel and
started drying me off.  At some point his softening cock slipped out of my
pussy, and I felt his cum run out, dripping between his legs down to the
drain on the floor.
   We stood up and I asked for one last kiss.  He crouched down in the
small space as I lifted my lips to his.  It was a sweet loving warm kiss,
the kiss of a grateful lonely man, a kiss full of love and affection with
all the lust drained away.
   At least it started out that way.
   "Your cock is still all gooey.  You're getting it on me.  Here.  One
last kiss." I bent down and sucked his limp old cock into my young mouth. I
couldn't get it all in, but I licked all around it and by the time I
cleaned up every trace of cum it was hard again and poking me in the
bellybutton.
   "I don't think I can cum again today," he said wistfully.  "On the other
hand, I can fuck you as long as you want.  One of the perks of being an old
fart."
   "That's OK.  I'd better get home before my parents get back.  My mom
always says to always leave `em wanting more.  I don't think she was
talking about sex, though."
   "Probably not," he chuckled.  He turned the water back on and rinsed his
cock and my legs and tummy, dried me off, gave me some chocolate, patted my
bottom, and sent me off.
   By the time my mom got home she had either forgotten about my teasing
Daddy or decided to just let it rest.  I saw Mr.  McDougal around the
resort from time to time, but neither of us ever gave any indication that
anything had gone on between us.  Except that his eyes seemed to light up
every time he saw me, just for a second, until he got it under control. 
Sharing a secret was kind of fun.
   Two weeks later I got my first period, which was pretty scary.  I
thought it would be years before I had to worry about that.  I could have
gotten pregnant!  I had been lucky this time, but Mr.  McDougal was right:
no more chances!
   At least that was my intent.  When my period came my mom had just gone
to town to get groceries, and my dad had to show me how to use a tampon. 
Well, he just read the directions, and of course I could have done that! 
But he was there for me, encouraging me, hugging me when I needed it.  He
didn't understand why I was so scared and nervous and just figured it was a
female thing.  It didn't matter.  He was there when I needed him.
   I had trouble getting the tampon in, and he had to guide my hands. 
Eventually he wound up holding my labia open while I slid it in.  His dick
got really hard then, but he couldn't help it.  When it was in properly I
hugged my daddy and cried a little bit.  He didn't know what was going on,
but he knew better than to back away when I needed him.  I didn't care that
his cock was hard and leaking his stuff on my tummy and tiny titties, I
just needed to be held by my daddy.  I could feel him pulsing and throbbing
against me, and his hands were trembling on my shoulders.  All the while I
could feel him leaning back a little, trying to pull away, but not trying
very hard.
   I said, "It's OK, Daddy.  I know about erections, and I know all about
boys, and I know you can't help it.  It's OK to be hard around me.  I don't
mind."
   "Uh, I don't know..." he said.
   Mom is right.  When men get hard, the blood flows into their cocks and
away from their brains.
   "I know you can't help it.  Mom's period was last week, and you were
away on business the week before, so I'm guessing you haven't been laid for
a while.  Of course you have an erection!  But I do need a hug right now,
hard on or not.  I don't know why this was so scary for me..."
   OK, I did, but I wasn't about to tattle on Mr.  McDougal!
   "...and I know that all this girl stuff should be Mom's job, but I
really appreciate your being here for me.  I love you, Daddy!" I grabbed
his ass and gave him a big squeeze, mashing his cock between my tits ,
rocking him back and forth.  "And I don't care if your cock is all hard.  I
love you..." I stood on my tiptoes and slid my chest up against his to give
him a big kiss on the lips, and then slid back down.  "...and that means I
love your big beautiful cock too!"
   I shouldn't have, but I kissed it, right on its dripping head.  I meant
it to be just a peck, but then decided to give it one of those silly
"Mmmmmmwaaah!" kisses.  Well, I got through the "mmmm" and partway through
the "waaah" before he started squirting his hot cum against my teeth.  It
sounded sort of like "Mmmmmmwa-blub?"
   Well this time I knew better than to pull back and get his sticky stuff
all over myself.  So I opened my mouth and sucked him in, caressed him with
my tongue, and let him squirt his salty cum against the back of my throat.
It was hard not to gag, and I hadn't worked out how to swallow yet, so I
just let him fill up my mouth.  When I got full, I swallowed a little, but
mostly I just waited for him to finish.
   He was trembling, weakening at the knees, so I let him slip out of my
mouth with a long affectionate suck.  I didn't spill much.  I swallowed a
couple of times.  He tasted different from Mr.  McDougal.  More mushroomy,
less chloroxy, I guess.  Not bad.  I wouldn't want to make a meal of it
though.
   "I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to make you do that.  I didn't know that
would happen!  I guess I didn't know all about boys after all."
   Daddy had a tragic expression on his face, as if he were on death row.
Weak in the knees, he dropped his naked butt onto the toilet seat, without
even putting down a towel to sit on.  (Nudists always sit on a towel.  It's
the polite thing to do.)
   "Don't look like that, Daddy!  It was my fault!  I didn't know that one
little kiss would set you off.  I'm sorry!  Please don't be mad."
   "I'm not mad.  But once I started, uh, coming, why did you start sucking
it?"
   "Well, you didn't want it squirting all over the bathroom, did you?  Or
all over me?  It just seemed like the sensible thing to do."
   "Oh, geez," he said, leaning forward on the toilet.  He hung his head
and dropped his face into his palm.
   "You're not a perve, Daddy.  It was just an accident.  Don't worry, I
won't tell anyone.  "
   "What about Mom?"
   "She doesn't have to know every little thing..." He just looked at me.
"Oh.  Mom will know.  I don't know how she always knows, but you're right:
there's no point even trying to keep anything from her." He nodded, glumly.
   "Let me tell her.  It was all my fault.  You did everything a daddy is
supposed to do.  You were strong and supportive and wonderful when I needed
you, and the rest of it was just your boy biology acting up.  And I STILL
love you and I STILL think you are the most wonderfullest daddy in the
whole world.  OK?"
   He nodded glumly, smiled weakly, and gathered me up in his strong hairy
arms.  He was about to hug me from the side, but I squeezed between his
legs so I could hug him from the front while he sat.  I held him and I gave
him a chaste daughterly kiss on the cheek.  Honestly, I wanted to spread my
legs, sit on his lap, and hug him and smother him with kisses, but I had
sense enough to know when he had had enough.  By the time I let him go, his
cock was hard again, bumping against my pussy and drooling pre-cum right on
my clit.
   So I broke the hug, gave him a big kiss on the lips, wiped the goo off
my cunt with a little toilet paper, and took off to the swimming pool,
leaving my dad sitting in the bathroom with a hard cock and a slack jaw. 
Men are funny.
   Mr.  McDougal was sunning himself at the pool, talking to one of the old
widow ladies about politics or something.  He smiled warmly as I laid down
in the lounge across from him.  He must have sensed my nervous expression
as I opened my legs for him.  His eyes darted down to my pussy ...  men
don't seem to be able to help looking ...  and his eyes widened in shock
and horror as he noticed the tampon string.  He suddenly realized that we
had dodged a bullet and he smiled nervously.  I shrugged, and the old biddy
next to him continued to chatter obliviously.
   Later, when the blue haired widow had wandered off to her cabin, leaving
us alone, he spoke to me quietly: "There's something you should know.  When
a girl becomes a woman, there are about three days every month when she
gets horny and reckless and makes all sorts of crazy bad decisions about
her sex life.  That's when you're ovulating.  That is when your body is
trying to get pregnant, and that was probably about two weeks ago."
   My eyes widened.  So that's why I was feeling like such a slut that day!
I hadn't ever felt that horny before or since that day in Mr.  McDougal's
trailer.
   "But here's the thing: boys feel crazy and reckless like that all the
time.  Always.  That's why you have to be really careful with boys.  Or
dirty old men."
   Suddenly, it clicked.  That's why it is so easy to get my dad all hot
and bothered.  That's why an innocent little kiss on the cock had him
squirting his stuff in my mouth.  And to think that I had just had him
holding my pussy lips apart while I fumbled with a tampon, and even though
he was trembling with lust and his cock was pulsing and ready to squirt all
over my naked tummy he never tried to take advantage of me.  Would I have
had that strength in the same situation?  I don't know, but the new
knowledge made me love my dad even more.  It's a sure thing that none of
the boys my age would have hesitated to make a grab for me, in the unlikely
event that they found themselves in a similar situation.
   It was a lot to take in.
   I wondered what was going to happen the next time I ovulated.
   That thought was cut short when I saw my mom's sedan coming down the
hill, bouncing around the potholes at about 5mph on its way to our cabin.
So I said goodbye and hurried back home.  I arrived just as she was
unsuspectingly unloading the groceries from the trunk.  It is always odd to
see her with street clothes on.  She always seems uncomfortable, as if
she's wearing some kind of ill-fitting itchy costume.  Naked, she looks
great: slender or plump in just the right places.  Her DD breasts that hang
down a little because she has, after all, nursed three children, but that
didn't stop them from turning heads.  (Yes, I have two brothers, but they
are not important to the story right now.) She's always trying to lose
weight, but I don't know where she might lose it from: probably from her
round, firm, shapely ass, a beautiful wide mommy-butt that swayed when she
walked in a fashion that my skinny little 11 year old ass could not even
remotely duplicate.  I picked up some packages and said, "Mommy?"
She gave me a sharp questioning look.  Maybe it was the tone of my
voice, maybe it was because I called her Mommy instead of Mom, and maybe it
was because I was helping her with the groceries without being asked, but
she knew something was up.  Mom always knows.
   "Mom?  Uh, my period started, and I was scared and nervous and didn't
know how to do it, with the tampon, you know, and Daddy was here and he
helped me and he was a dear and it wasn't his fault, but you know, I had
trouble getting it in, and there was some fumbling and fingers and stuff,
and he got all hard, and I know he didn't mean to, so I hugged him and said
it was OK, and I kissed him and, well, he squirted, and he couldn't help
it, and it wasn't his fault, it was my fault, and he's scared he's going to
go to jail and you won't love him any more, and please don't be mad at
me..." and then I was crying too hard to make any sense.  Yeah, she was
mad, but first and foremost she's a mom, so she hugged me and said it was
OK while I sobbed.
   When I calmed down we took the groceries in.  She dropped her clothes at
the door as usual and we put the groceries away.  Dad was just sitting
there at the kitchen table, staring off into a corner, waiting for the axe
to fall.
   "Boys are different," Mom said.  "They get turned on by things.  Boobs,
pussies, asses, whatever.  And they often show a remarkable lack of
judgment!" This last comment was aimed toward Daddy, who cringed visibly.
"But that's just the way they are, and if we want to have them around, we
have to accept some of those shortcomings."
   I giggled nervously, and Mom shot me a sharp look.
   "Short?  Comings?" I explained.  "You know?  He came in a really short
time?" I supplied lamely.  She scowled.  I shut up.
   "And YOU, young lady with the brand new set of raging teenage hormones,
are going to have to be more careful with boys.  I understand that you are
curious, and you want to explore.  But THINK before you act on your
impulses, or you're going to get someone in trouble, or maybe get yourself
in trouble!"
   "I'm sorry Mom.  Just don't be mad at Daddy.  I understand why you're
mad at me."
   She sighed.  "I'm not mad at you.  I'm just...  Oh for crissake. 
C'mere." I ran into my mom's arms and started to cry again.  She is not
very tall, but she is still taller than me, so I stood there crying into my
mom's boobs.  I haven't sucked on them for almost a decade, but there is
still nothing more comforting than your mom's boobs when you are upset. 
Times like this make me really glad we are nudists.
   "What about Daddy?" I sobbed.  He still sat quietly, looking guilty,
waiting for the verdict.
   She sighed again with exasperation and said, "Oh I'm not really mad at
you either.  Come on over here!"
   So we spent several minutes in the kitchen having a big crying family
hugfest, interspersed with "There there, it's OK" and "I love you both" and
lots of kissing too.  Yes, we're a huggy kissy family, at least inside the
cabin.
   It was a while before any of us noticed that Daddy was hard again.  His
dick was pressed between Mom and me, smearing our tummies with slippery
pre-cum.  Mom and Dad were enjoying a long thorough kiss and either didn't
notice or didn't care.
   "Look, Mom," I said laughing at the absurdity of male physiology, "Dad's
all hard again." Without really thinking about it, I reached down and held
it up so she could see.
   Mom gasped.  "Oh shit," I said, dropping the throbbing organ.  "I did it
again.  I'm sorry."
   Mom took a deep breath, preparing to chew me out like only she could, so
I continued, "You two had better go fuck or something, before he squirts
all over the place again.  I don't think Dad has been laid in a while."
   Mom opened and closed her mouth a few times like a fish while she
processed this.  I think she started to realize that Dad HADN'T been laid
in a while, and maybe it wasn't ALL his fault.
   "Sweetie, I know it's hard, but why did you grab it?"
   "I don't know.  Just curiosity, I guess.  It's cool, how it starts out
all soft and then goes all hard.  I hardly ever get to see hard ones, and I
never get to touch them.  " The hugging was over, and Daddy was just
standing there looking stupid, his cock bobbing away in the air with his
pulse.  I started to reach for it, realized what I was doing, and let my
arm drop.  I looked guiltily at my mom.  "Sorry!"
   She groaned with exasperation.  "Well, the harm is already done.  You
might as well get it out of your system.  Go ahead, touch it."
   I didn't expect that.  "Really?  You don't mind?  You won't be mad?"
   She shrugged.  "We are going to have to resolve this some way.  Go
ahead."
   I reached for it and stopped.  "Daddy, is it OK if I touch your cock?  I
just want to see what it feels like."
   Daddy said, "Uh..." and looked uncertainly at Mommy.  It may have been
my imagination, but his cock seemed to get even bigger.  Mom shrugged again
and said, "What's the harm now?  Just don't hurt her."
   I wondered how he could possibly hurt me with his cock.  I grasped it
gently.  "It's hot and hard, but soft too!  This is so neat!  You two are
the best parents in the world.  I love you!" I stroked it a little bit,
smearing the pre-cum around so it would slide better.
   "Hold it!" shouted my mom.  I dropped Daddy's prick, guiltily.  "Don't
do that in the kitchen.  We serve food in here.  To guests.  Come on back
to the bedroom before he squirts all over the pantry."
   When my heart started beating again, I led Daddy by the hand to his and
Mom's bedroom.  Mom followed along.  I gently pushed Daddy to the middle of
the king sized bed, and Mom lay down next to him.
   "What do you want me to do," I asked Mom uncertainly.
   "Whatever you want.  Explore.  Ask questions." She leaned on one elbow
and propped her head up, watching me, watching us, her expression
unreadable.
   I still suspected that this was some kind of test or something, but I
had my Daddy's hard cock right there in front of me, and I wasn't going to
pass up a chance to play with it.  At first I just explored it: picked it
up, felt it, weighed it in my hands, fondled his balls, got between his
legs and looked under his ballsack at his asshole...  Just learning my way
around the male body.  I finally had a chance to get a good look at an
erect cock without it squirting all over me very first thing, so I took my
time.  Mom watched me intently.  Then I got curious about her.  Her pussy
had a thick, hairy bush, but mine had just started to grow in.
   "Mom, I've never really been able to see my own pussy.  Would you mind
if I looked at yours?"
   She looked shocked at first, then nodded , scooted up a little, and
spread her legs.  I was surprised how wet she was!  I kept my left hand on
Daddy's cock...  I didn't want to let go! ...  and ran my fingers over her
hot wet adult cunt.  So warm, so slippery.  Watching me and Dad must have
turned her on.  I ran my fingers through the folds of her labia, up and
down, and she started panting.  Mom had long meaty inner lips, whereas mine
were practically nonexistent.  She looked so sexy, so adult, and next to
her I looked like a little girl.  I found her little hard nubbin at the
top, her clit, and touched it gently with a feather stroke.  "Is this your
clit?" I asked innocently.
   Mom started bucking and thrusting uncontrollably at my hand.  Being the
proud owner of a pussy myself, albeit a much smaller and more delicate one,
I knew what to do about that.  I twisted my hand around, put my thumb on
her clit, two fingers in her pussy, and stroked her asshole with my pinky.
That's something I learned from the Internet, and it is much easier to do
to someone else than on yourself.
   Daddy reached over and held Mommy while she continued to cum on my hand,
caressing her breast and kissing her anywhere he could manage: ear, cheek,
nipple.  After a minute she stopped bucking and lay back, breathing hard.
   "Yeah," I said.  "That's pretty much how it happened with Daddy.  One
touch, and BANG!"
   She didn't seem to know what to say about that.  I can't remember ever
seeing her at a loss for words before.
   I sniffed my fingers and said, "You smell good Mom.  And I love you."
And then I dared to bend over and give her a little kiss on the clit.  It
was just a little one, with just a little bit of tongue, but that got her
started again.  She clamped her legs around my head so I could hardly
breathe.  I couldn't get up, so I just kept licking, and she kept bucking,
until she got too sensitive and pushed me away.
   I was getting pretty horny by now, in spite of having my period, and Dad
must have been about to burst because I had been holding his cock while mom
was cumming, but I hadn't been stroking it.  My pussy was a bloody mess
right now, so I wasn't about to fuck him.  I mean geez, he was my dad!  But
I still wanted to play with his big pretty hard cock a little bit.  So I
moved up and straddled his pelvis so that I could rock back and forth on
his slippery cock.  If I bent over and hugged him I could slide my clit up
and down his cock, and that felt great!
   Mom finally caught her breath and rolled over to hug Dad and me.  She
had her arm around me, stroking my back from my shoulders down to my ass.
Every once in a while she would play with my pussy a little bit.  I still
had my tampon in, so she didn't put her fingers inside me or anything, just
slid her fingers between my labia.  She had her leg thrown over Dad's legs
and my feet and it all felt very cozy, very warm and familial.  I
alternated between kissing Dad and kissing Mom.  They were both good
kissers, and they taught me how to use my tongue.  When Mr.  McDougal
kissed me, the touch of his tongue was tentative and cautious, but Mom and
Dad were more exuberant.  I had never really thought much about using my
tongue to kiss anyone, and was thrilled at the new sensations.  Dad fondled
my ass with one hand and my boobs with the other, tweaking my nipples
gently.  When Mom leaned over and started sucking my nipple, that's when I
started to cum.
   So much better than jilling off!
   I had cum before, but having people who love me help me to cum made it
so much better than a plain old orgasm.  Rubbing myself off against my
Dad's beautiful slick hard cock was the stuff of fantasies, and it was hot
and wonderful on its own, but having the two people in the world who love
me most hold me and caress me and kiss me and encourage me to cum was
almost an overwhelming sensation.  I started to jerk and buck and wail and
cry with happiness while my parents held me safely in their arms.  Then my
Dad started to spew his seed all over my tummy and titties.  I looked down
to watch him squirt and got a face full of cum, some of it landing in my
mouth, and that set off another string of orgasms.  Eventually, Daddy
stopped squirting his stuff and softened a little, and I finally ran down
too and collapsed on his chest.
   "Wow."
   I forget who said that.  I think we all did.  I know we all thought it.
   I kissed my mom and dad some more, and we were all mushy and cuddly
together for a little while.  Also sticky.  I licked a little bit of cum
off Dad's chest.  I was beginning to really like the taste of cum!  Not so
much because of the taste, but because it came from someone I loved.
   I started licking the rest of the cum off his chest, working my way down
to his cock.  I thought surely that would be enough sex for him for one
day. After all, Dad is pretty old.  Over 30, I'm pretty sure.  I licked all
around his cock and then sucked his flaccid member into my mouth.  It
tasted nice; I don't know how else to describe it other than "very male." I
sucked on it for a while contentedly, like sucking a pacifier, and was
surprised to find it hardening again.  Mom was watching me intently and Dad
was just lying back with a big silly grin.
   "Make sure you don't touch it with your teeth," Mom said.  "Try sucking
it and moving your head up and down." Geez, Mom.  I have the internet in my
room.  Still, reading about it and actually doing it were two different
things, and getting the motions right were tricky.  My jaw started to get
tired, but he was starting to pulse and throb in my mouth again.  If I
could keep at it a little while longer he would probably cum in my mouth
again.  I stopped.
   "Mom?" I asked, continuing to stroke Daddy with my hand, "Why don't you
hop on Pop?  You both probably need it.  Just let me watch."
   She grinned, straddled him, and squatted onto his cock, resting on her
knees.  I guided it into her already wet pussy and Dad started to thrust
into her.  That was a neat thing to watch.  I got right between his legs,
my head under my mom's ass, and watched them fuck up close.  They were very
vocal about it too, hugging and kissing and I-love-you-ing and moaning and
such.  If Dad bent way over he could suck Mom's nipples and kiss her tits,
but it was rough on his neck.  They fucked for quite a while, and Mom came
noisily several times, but I didn't think my Dad could get off again.  Boys
are limited that way.  So I gave him a little help.
   I scooted up and started licking his balls.  Immediately he moaned and
stated thrusting faster.  I guessed he liked it, so I continued to kiss and
lick and suck his balls.  Then I started licking up and down the shaft of
his penis, from his balls to where it disappeared into my mom's pussy.  I
don't think she knew what I was doing until my nose bumped into her
asshole, which threw her into another loud orgasm.  Her asshole smelled
pretty clean, so I gave it a few licks.  It didn't taste bad.  I don't
think I would have liked it if it tasted poopy, but she was recently bathed
and it tasted like sexy mom.  So I continued my licking, from my dad's
ballsack all the way to my mom's ass.
   My dad finally noticed that something other than his cock was getting
Mom off.  He grunted, "Mmm?" in that monosyllabic way that old married
couples somehow manage to communicate.  Between spasms of her orgasm, Mom
explained, "She's ...  licking ...  my ...  ASSSSSSS!  EEEEK!"
   Well, that pushed Dad over the edge.
   I had a great view of my dad's orgasm.  He started to thrust faster and
faster and his legs got all stiff with tension.  He was breathing like he
had run a marathon.  Then, when he pulled back for that last thrust, Mom's
spasms jerked her the other way, and his dick popped out right in front of
my face.  This time I just swallowed it, savoring the salty slightly fishy
taste of my mom's juices.  I had just managed to suck his dick as far into
my mouth as it would go when I felt the first blast of cum on the back of
my throat.  I couldn't move much in this position because my hands were
between my legs diddling my own pussy, so I just held him in my mouth and
enjoyed the feeling of having a man squirt his love into my mouth.  He
didn't have that much cum left to squirt, but it was enough to give me that
sweet salty male taste that I was beginning to really like.  I tried
swirling my tongue and swallowing a little, and was rewarded with another
weak spurt.  I just held him gently while Mom and Dad hugged and kissed and
did their usual mushy after-sex cooing.  When he was finally soft, I let
him slip slowly out of my mouth, wiped my chin, and crawled up to join the
hugging and mushy stuff.
   I really love my mom and dad.  Now more than ever.
   "So," I asked.  "Did we get it resolved?"
   Dad looked confused.  "Did we?  I don't think so."
   Mom said, "Parts of it.  I'm not mad at you or Dad.  Now I see how this
happened.  You know I love you both.  Right now I feel very warm and lovey
and happy, and if I could love you more than I already did, I would.  We
went a lot further than I meant to, but hopefully your curiosity is
satisfied now and we don't have to do this again."
   "What, never?" I asked sadly.
   "You're not supposed to be fucking with your parents," Dad said.  "It's
just not right.  You need to find a boyfriend your own age."
   "Oh Daddy!  We didn't even fuck.  We just fooled around a little."
   "Maybe not," said Mom, "but if you weren't having your period, would you
two have been able to resist the urge?  You know you wouldn't."
   "But I don't even know anyone I want to date!  Besides, boys my age
won't take `no' for an answer.  And I'm really horny all the time, so
eventually I'll get knocked up."
   "I guess we should get her some condoms," said Mom.  "She's still too
young for The Pill."
   "Oh shit," I blurted.  "It's almost 3 o'clock.  The boys will be back
from volleyball practice soon."
   "Woops!  OK, everyone into the shower!" ordered Mom.  We all piled into
the big master bedroom shower.  It was plenty big enough for two, but three
people using it had to really like each other a lot.  Then we soaped each
other all over and all under, and yes, Mom and I came another couple of
times.  We didn't plan to, but this shit just keeps happening.
   Afterwards Mom showed me the right way to insert a tampon.  (It's easier
when you do it right.) She shot daggers at Dad when she saw that I wasn't a
virgin, until I explained that I took my own virginity with various salad
vegetables a couple of years ago.  Mom sighed and promised to get me a
dildo to save on the grocery bill.  I gave Dad's cock one last loving
smooch and said, "Dad's got something better." It twitched, but was
otherwise done for the day.
   Mom was about to object when we heard the front door slam, followed by
the loud brotherly banter that always accompanied my siblings.  I swear,
even though the whole family is naked all the time at the resort, I felt
like they had caught us doing something naughty.  I dropped Dad's cock and
took off to my own room, as if the three of us damp together in the
bathroom was an unusual or suspicious thing.
   You have probably guessed that having an orgy with your parents changes
your life permanently, and no matter how much we tried to regain our lost
innocence, things would never be the same again.  At first we tried not to
have sex again at all, but we just didn't have the self control.  That
first time was so good and hot and loving for all three of us that we kept
slipping up.  Then we tried to keep the sex down to a minimum, but we found
ourselves fucking more and more often as time went on.  Eventually... 
well, I'm getting ahead of myself.
   In fact, it was only three days later when the parents and I were home
alone that we slipped up for the first time.  That afternoon, I snuggled up
between them on the sofa and observed, "You know, all that sex was really
great, but I never really got to fuck."
   "Uh oh," Dad said.
   "Sweetie, don't you think that's going a little too far?  He is your
daddy, after all."
   "I don't think it's any worse than sucking him off, and I did that a
couple of times.  In a lot of states oral sex is still illegal.  Please
Mommy?  I need to know the right way to have sex.  Sucking cock is fun, but
it's not the real thing.  And I trust Daddy to do it right." OK, so I had
done it once before.  You don't tell your parents EVERYTHING!  Jeez!
   "You don't want to risk getting pregnant, Sweetheart," Dad said, with
his customary grasp of the obvious.
   "Daddy, I just finished my period.  My FIRST period.  It's extremely
unlikely that I could get pregnant today." I climbed on top of him and
straddled his lap.  I put my head on his hairy chest and pleaded with Mom
with big puppy-dog eyes.  "Please, Mommy!  It's not fair to show me that
much and hold back on the real thing!"
   She scooted over and hugged us both.  "I don't know.  I'll think about
it," she said.
   "You're neglecting my sex education," I pouted.  By now, Daddy's cock
had inflated to a respectable size and was bumping against my wide open
vulva.  I could feel it tapping against my pussy with each beat of his
heart.  I started squirming in his lap so that the head of his penis slid
back and forth along my vulva, slipping back and forth along my labia and
bouncing across my clit.  We were both getting wetter and slipperier by the
minute, and Dad was getting harder and longer.  "Please, Mommy?"
   She sighed resignedly and dug around between our legs until she could
get a good hold on his prick.  She moved it back and forth a couple of
times and then aimed it for my little hole.  It slid in easily and we both
gasped in delight.  It was only in a few inches...  just the tip, lol ...so
Daddy slid forward on the sofa seat and I worked my way closer to him so
that I was sitting right down on his cock and the whole thing was shoved up
my hole.  It was big!  It filled me up, much like Mr.  McDougal's, but this
cock belonged to someone I truly loved.
   I gave him a big kiss on the lips.  He wrapped his arms around me and
returned the kiss, and our tongues danced around each other.  We hadn't
even started moving yet.  We just enjoyed the feeling of being mated.  I
could feel his pulse deep inside me.  The sensory contrast between his hard
hairy chest and my soft smooth little-girl titties was almost overwhelming.
Then, of their own accord, my hips started to move, to churn away at his
penis, sucking and slurping it like a starving kid with a popsicle.  I
started chanting, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." and Mommy held us and
crooned, "That's right, baby.  Come on Daddy's cock.  Make Daddy squirt his
stuff inside you.  Make him make a baby inside you.  Do it.  Do it, Baby."
   Of course it was highly unlikely that I could conceive that day, but I
guess the fantasy took hold of both of us, and before we knew it I was
bucking and grinding at Daddy and he was panting and moaning and swelling
and throbbing inside me and all-tooo-soon blasting his cum into me.  "Yeah,
Daddy," I panted, "Make a baby in me!  Squirt your stuff in me and make a
baby!  Do it!  Fuck meeeeeeee!  Oh!  Oh!  Nggrrrrrrrrrr-umph!" I thought I
could feel him squirt as I came, but it must have been my imagination.  It
was so cool to make him squirt inside me like that; I could tell by the way
he loosened his loving grip on my ass as he came that he was completely
lost in his orgasm, that his thrusts and pumping and spasms and cries were
involuntary.  Even after he came back to himself and started stroking and
loving my butt and shoulders again, he continued to make tiny little
involuntary thrusts into me for a few minutes as we caught our breath.  He
held me lovingly, kissed me, and told me he loved me, and I could feel his
big daddy dick softening in my warm gooey pussy, but it never softened
enough to fall out.
   Still straddled on his lap, I said, "Thank you Mommy, Daddy.  I love you
both so much!  That was great!  I never knew what it was like!" A little
white lie, but one that I hoped would protect Mr.  McDougal.
   "I think we've created a monster," Daddy wheezed." Now she'll be wanting
to do it all the time."
   "Why wouldn't I?  Mommy, that really didn't take very long.  Can I do it
again?"
   "Oh boy," she said, shaking her head.  "What if we show you something
that does NOT involve getting pregnant?  Would that satisfy your
curiosity?"
   "Huh?" said Dad.
   "Do you want to learn how to 69?"
   "Could I?  Please?"
   "OK, everyone to the bedroom," Mom ordered.
   So we all hurried into the bedroom, Daddy bringing up the rear.  I guess
he was all shagged out.  I held my hand under my pussy hole as I walked to
keep from dripping cum all over the carpet.
   "Boys take a while to recharge, so lets you and I try it first," Mom
suggested.  She laid down in the middle of the bed and motioned me to get
on top of her.  "Head to pussy and pussy to head," she ordered.  Mom was a
little taller than me, but not so much that it didn't work.  I put my nose
into her furry snatch and found her wet and smelling like a healthy woman
in heat.  She gave my pussy a tentative little lick, and it sent
electricity into my gut.  I wiggled around a little so that we could reach
each other's slits easily and dove in.
   Mom kept the hair trimmed away from her labia, so I didn't get a
mouthful of hair.  Her bush was thick, but trimmed to a soft fragrant patch
that gave me a warm fuzzy feeling just to rest my chin on it.  I had eaten
her out a few days before, but not at this angle.  I liked the way her clit
was nearest my mouth, within easy reach, and how my nose just fit into her
fragrant fuck hole.  My tongue explored the folds between her inner and
outer lips, the depths of her tasty hole, and the hard little nubbin of her
clit.  I slowly nibbled her labia with my lips, slowly sucking them in and
letting them slide out slowly.  I wasn't really trying to make her cum just
yet; I was just exploring, checking out her equipment.  I could feel
similar stuff between my legs, but I had never seen it up close.  Sure,
I've seen it with a mirror, but that's at arm's length.  She was moaning
and licking me with abandon, but I was paying more attention to the pussy
under my nose; I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance to eat out my mom
again!
   Before long, Mom's talented tongue started to create feelings that were
far too strong to ignore.  I started to make little cooing noises with
every flick of her tongue against my hard clitoris.  My pussy was jammed
into Mom's face so all she could say was "Mm!  Mm!  Mm!" I could feel my
daddy's cum running out, but of course she liked the taste of Daddy's cum.
Dad watched with interest, but did not interfere.  Out of the corner of my
eye I saw that his cock was starting to rise again.
   All of a sudden, Mom started bucking around beneath me.  Her muffled
cries got louder, and knowing that she was coming set me off too.  I guess
orgasms are contagious!  We were both shaking and rocking and making
obscene slurping noises and loud staccato soprano cries.  When I came up
for air I saw that my dad was completely hard and stroking his cock with a
glazed expression on his face.
   Eventually we both ran down, and I turned around to hold her and kiss
her and tell her I loved her.  Dad scooted over and held us both while we
recovered, his hard cock leaving a trail of slime on our sides.  I reached
down and held his cock and stroked it lovingly for a while, until he
started to unconsciously thrust into my hand.
   I laughed and said, "OK Daddy, it's your turn." He laid down face up on
the bed, just like mom had.  I was too small to get on the bottom.  I
crawled on top of him and positioned my pussy over his face.  He was a
little too tall for me to reach his penis easily, so we put some pillows
under his head and his ass, and though that helped a lot, it still wasn't
ideal.  But he was able to slurp and kiss my vagina enthusiastically, if
not as expertly as my mom.  I assumed that girls just naturally know where
everything is and what to do with it, although knowing what I know now
about my mom, it's possible she learned it somewhere else.  Likewise Dad
could get about 3 or 4 inches of his cock into my mouth, but I was too
short to reach the rest.  He seemed to enjoy thrusting into my mouth, so I
just held still and let him fuck my lips for a while.  Then Mom showed me
how to use my hand on the shaft, the part I couldn't reach, and just suck
and nibble on the head.
   Still, my neck and jaw got sore.  "Sorry, Daddy.  I guess I need more
practice." He looked disappointed.  He needed to cum pretty bad.  "Would
you fuck me again?"
   I laid down on the bed and spread my legs in the traditional missionary
position, and Daddy climbed between my legs and slipped his big grown-up
thing into my little girl pussy.  It felt wonderful!  It filled me up, and
he held me and hugged me close.  I wrapped my legs around his butt because
I didn't want to let him go.  He fucked me vigorously for several minutes,
and I think he was about to cum, when I had to make him stop.
   "I'm sorry Daddy!  You're so much bigger than me that I'm getting
squished!  It's hard to breathe."
   He smiled, climbing up off me.  "It's OK precious.  We don't have to do
it if you don't want to." I think he was trying hard not to look
disappointed.
   "Don't be silly.  Of course I want to.  We just need a different
position." Mom suggested "doggy style," and started to direct us into the
right positions.  Then she had a brainstorm.
   "Here.  I'll get underneath, you put your pussy over my mouth, and Daddy
can come in from behind." It sounded complicated, but I did as she
suggested.  At first mom just laid there and watched as Daddy's big cock
slipped slowly into my 11 year old pussy.  From this position it felt like
he just kept feeding it in, and I wondered when he would get to the end of
it.  It felt like it was about 3 feet long!  It wasn't, of course, but I
felt delightfully stuffed with Daddy's sweet warm love organ.  And when he
started sliding it slowly in and out, it felt like he was playing my tiny
vagina like a violin.  The sensations were so overwhelming I almost came
right then and there!  I had my ass in the air, my elbows on the bed, and
eyes closed, so when I dropped my head forward I found my face buried in my
Mom's wet pussy.  I was dying to give one of my lovers a kiss, so I started
kissing and nibbling and licking.  Dad's tempo started to increase, and I
was building toward a massive orgasm, when mom finally started to lick my
clit.  That was the last straw.  I couldn't have held back that cum to save
my life.  Mom must have had a great view, with my pussy snapping and
grabbing at Dad's cock, and Dad thrusting in and out, sliding his cock
against her nose and slapping his balls against her forehead.  When he
came, I was so stuffed I couldn't hold it all and it dripped down into
Mom's mouth as she lapped and sucked and nuzzled at the spot where her
husband and daughter were joined in incestuous bliss.
   Soon we collapsed into a heap, with me still in the middle.  Daddy was
kissing my shoulders and I was idly nuzzling and kissing at Mommy's lady
bits, and little by little, Daddy's cock slipped out of my well fucked
pussy and a torrent of cum drooled out into Mom's loving mouth.  She
twisted her head around to capture Dad's sticky cock and sucked him in,
washing the last of his cum away.  Dad was still heavy, but since I wasn't
trying to do aerobic exercises any more, I could breathe pretty well.  I
guess Mom survived too.
   After that, Mom and Dad put their feet down and tried really hard not to
be intimately involved in my sex life.  They wanted to take on an advisory
role rather than remain active participants.  So, a few weeks later when I
started to ovulate and couldn't keep my hands off Dad, they decided to take
an overnight trip.  It started out to be a business trip to Orlando, close
enough that Dad was just going to drive over and spend the night, but then
Mom decided she would go with him.  My brothers and I were old enough to
stay here at the cabin, since there were plenty of adults to check on us
and to call in case of emergencies.  My brothers were pretty excited about
the prospect of being unsupervised for the night, but I was getting so
horny I would have fucked just about anything at that point.  I don't know
why that didn't occur to Mom.
   I haven't said much about my brothers because up until now they weren't
part of the story.  They weren't part of the story because, well, they were
just my brothers, and they didn't really register on my radar.
   Until now.
   Mom was a really big proponent of family planning, so she had us 18
months apart.  Exactly 18 months, give or take a few weeks.  I was the
middle child.  My brothers were only three years apart so they had been
romping around together and doing boy stuff and getting into all sorts of
little boy trouble since ages 4 and 7.  We got along OK, but mostly they
wrestled and hollered and skinned their knees and got all muddy together
while I read or played with other girls around the resort.  Except for
meals and trips, we pretty much ignored each other.  Other than helping
them with their homework, we didn't spend much time together.  (I skipped a
year, so my big brother and I are both in the 8th grade.  I'm in all the
honors classes, and he's not.  Please.  Like bonehead Algebra is hard? 
Gimme a break!) Oh, I loved my brothers, there's no question about that,
but we just had different areas of interest.
   My little brother was just starting to become interested in girls, after
a lifetime of thinking of girls as an enemy species.  It was kind of
laughable, watching him ogle a stacked chick at the pool, and then come to
the shocked realization of what he was doing.  My 12 (almost 13) year old
big brother had been very interested in the girls and women around the
resort for a couple of years, but he still wasn't sure what to do with
them. When girls his age would flirt with him, he got all tongue-tied and
flustered.  Like me, he knew from an early age what went where and why, but
he didn't know how to begin to get it there.  I don't think either of my
brothers regarded me as a girl.  I was just a sister.  Ew.
   So my brothers and I found ourselves unsupervised for one night.  During
the daytime, our parents' absence didn't affect us much.  We ran around the
resort and swam and played like we normally would.  That evening we ate
frozen pizza and watched questionable movies and ate too much ice cream. 
Nothing special happened until after we cleaned up the dishes.  That's when
I remembered I was supposed to have done the laundry.  Of course there
isn't much laundry to do around a nudist resort: mostly sheets and towels.
   So I grabbed an armload of clean sheets for our beds and took them to
the boys' room.  Transformers sheets, I think.  They were making enough
noise that I knew they were still awake.  The door was partly closed, not
latched, so I swung it open with my elbow.
   I was surprised to find my big brother trying to put his hard cock into
my little brother's asshole!  I knew they fooled around, being boys and
all, but that surprised me.  Li'l Bro was protesting that it was too big
and wouldn't fit, and Big Bro was insisting that it was supposed to work
and it was supposed to feel really great.
   "Big Bro" and "Li'l Bro" were my affectionate nicknames for my brothers.
They usually called me "Big Sis" or "Li'l Sis," whichever was appropriate.
I'll just continue using the nicknames because I don't want to tell you our
real names anyway!
   They hadn't really noticed me yet.  I put the sheets down on a chair and
came over to get a better look.  Big Bro was so intent on his goal that he
didn't notice me until I said, "You need lube for that." They were on the
lower bunk, and Big Bro was so surprised that he jerked up and hit his head
on the slat from the upper bunk.  "Owwww!" he said, holding his head and
falling back, his hard cock bouncing in the air.  Li'l Bro just turned and
looked at me in horror, frozen on his hands and knees, his cute little ass
in the air.  "Don't tell Mom!" he exclaimed.  "We won't do it again!"
   "Why would I tell Mom?  It's not such a big deal.  Besides, Mom always
knows what's going on without having to tell her.  I don't know how she
does that."
   "We're not gay," Big Bro said, checking his fingers for blood and
realizing he wasn't injured.
   "I know.  You're just boys.  And boys are always horny.  Mom knows
that." I reached over and inspected Li'l Bro's asshole with my finger.  It
was a little slippery from Big Bro's precum, but not nearly enough.  I
stuck my finger in about a half inch, and met a lot of resistance. 
"Besides, I don't think Mom would care, as long as you don't hurt Li'l Bro.
And he is really tight.  You might tear him, and then there would be hell
to pay."
   "See, I told you it wouldn't go in.  Let me just suck you off or jerk
you off like always," Li'l Bro ejaculated.
   "Shhh!  Jesus!  Don't tell her that!"
   I rolled my eyes and sighed.  "Dummy!  That's not a secret.  Who do you
think does the laundry around here?  Mom and me, that's who.  Sometimes the
cummy sheets are on your bunk and sometimes on Li'l Bro's bunk.  Sometimes
the cum is all over the walls, and I have to wipe it off.  And since Li'l
Bro is too young to cum yet, it's pretty obvious that you two have been
playing around." This last bit was a guess.  Cum stains had started showing
up on the sheets about a year ago, starting with the bottom bunk, then
occasionally on the top bunk, but never on both bunks at the same time.
   Li'l Bro thought this was hilarious, but Big Bro blushed deeply, and his
erection started to wilt.  I took pity on him, and started stroking his
uncircumcised cock hard again.  It was slippery with pre-cum, and much
bigger than I thought it would be.  Flaccid he is only about three inches,
but erect he is twice that.  It's not as big as Dad's, but he isn't quite
13 yet, so he still has some growing to do.  Hmmm.
   "Awwww, I didn't mean to spoil your fun.  What about my ass?  Do you
think it might fit in there?"
   Big Bro sucked in his breath as I stroked him and gabbled, "Uh... 
well...  I...  uhh...." While Li'l Bro exclaimed, "Hey, you can't play dick
games with us!  You're a girl!" Big Bro shot him an incredulous look, and
Li'l Bro responded defiantly, "Well, she doesn't have a dick!"
   So he explained patiently that although I didn't have a dick, I had tits
and a pussy, and that was even more fun that a dick.  And I added,
giggling, "I don't need a dick.  With a pussy I can get all the dicks I
want!"
   Big Bro rolled his eyes when Li'l Bro asked why.  "So are you going to
let me play with you or not?" I asked as I continued to stroke him.
   "Uh, sure!  Yeah, why not?" he said, breathing hard.  So we sent Li'l
Bro to get the tube of lube from Mom's nightstand, and sent him back to try
again when he brought in a tube of Icy Heat from Dad's dresser.  While he
was gone, I sucked Big Bro's big yummy dick.  He was moaning and squirming
so much that I was afraid he would shoot before Li'L Bro found the right
tube.  His cock fit my mouth much better than Dad's; it was easier on my
jaw and I had no trouble keeping my teeth off of him.  I could have sucked
his sweet cock all day, I was so horny, but he was going to cum pretty soon
one way or another.
   So when Li'l Bro brought in the lube, handed it to Big Bro, got up on my
hands and knees, stuck my ass in the air for him, and when he just looked
at the tube in his hand with confusion, I started to give him instructions.
   "OK, first get some on your finger and get as much lube up my asshole as
you can.  Gently!  That's a very sensitive area.  Oooh.  That feels weird.
Good, but weird.  Cold.  Yeah, get some more up there.  Now spread it all
over your cock.  Geez, don't you guys have the internet?  OK, now line up
your cock with my ass and VERY SLOWLY, very gently, push.  Ah!  Oh!  That's
good, keep going.  Slowly, I said!  Now pull it partway out and try pushing
in further to spread the lube deeper...  DEEPER!  Oh, year, again.  Oh!"
   "How does it feel?" asked Li'l Bro, who had been watching the operation
intently.
   "Tight," grunted Big Bro.  "Tighter than anything I've ever felt.  Good!
So good!"
   "Ug!" I said.  "Very strange, but good.  I'm so horny I'll try anything.
Just don't decide to put it in my pussy, because I don't want to get
pregnant.  Hey, can you use your hand to rub my pussy?  No, higher. 
Higher. YES, THERE!  Oh god yes!"
   I thought Big Bro would shoot off almost immediately, but the sheer
novelty of butt fucking his sister was slowing him down.  I don't think his
mind had quite caught up to the reality of sex with a real live girl just
yet.  I think he was still surprised that sisters ARE real live girls.
   Li'l Bro was standing by the bunk watching as his Big Bro's cock plunged
in and out of my tight little ass.  His tiny cock had inflated to an
enormous four inches or more, and it curved up to almost touch his belly.
There was a little drip of clear pre-cum dripping from the tip down his
shaft, and just about to drool down to the floor.  "C'mere, Li'l Bro," I
said.  "Want to fuck my mouth?" I didn't have to ask him twice.
   He stuck his little cock in my face and I sucked him in.  I couldn't
move my head much in this position, but he started thrusting his little
hips, pistoning his sweet little prick in and out wildly.  I wanted to grab
his hard clenching butt, but I couldn't reach it.  The little guy had only
a few pubic hairs, so he was smooth and succulent.  It only took him a few
minutes before he started to shudder and spasm and jerk in what must have
been some kind of prepubescent orgasm, but no cum squirted out.  Then he
pulled out, smiling happily.  Then he did something I never thought I'd see
him do in a million years.  He leaned down and gave me a big little boy
smooch right on the lips.
   "Thanks, Big Sis!  That felt great!" he grinned.  "Hey, I'm already
done! Are you gonna cum soon?"
   Big Bro had gradually started thrusting faster and faster, when it was
clear that he wasn't hurting me and that I actually enjoyed it.  After Li'l
Bro kissed me, he started playing with my tits, more of a curious
exploration than intentional stimulation.  With Li'l Bro's hands on my
nipples and Big Bro's cock in my ass and hand on my pussy, I finally
exploded into a sweet wonderful orgasm.  I'm sure he could feel my pussy
spasming while he was deeply buried in my ass, and that set off his cum. 
Big Bro buried himself as deeply as he could in my ass, and seemed to get
even bigger.  I could actually feel him pumping his hot copious boy-cum
into my guts, pumping, pumping, while he howled with pleasure, and that set
me off again, and I squeezed, squeezed, squeezed his wonderful enormous
brother-cock with each contraction of my little pussy.
   "Wow, that was cool!" exclaimed Li'l Bro, as Big Bro and I caught our
breath.  He held me more tenderly than I thought he was capable and kissed
me three or four times on the shoulder.  He started to soften inside me,
and one last involuntary spasm pushed him out, like a little boy turd.  He
got up and wiped his cock off on the dirty sheets, and very considerately
wiped my ass too.  I turned around and flopped on the bed, with him still
on his knees between my legs.  Spent, he lowered himself to cover my body
with his, sliding still sticky cock along my belly, and we began to hold
and kiss each other.  He was an inexperienced kisser, but I soon taught him
what Mom and Dad taught me, and soon our tongues were dancing in an erotic
embrace.  I caressed and squeezed his hard male buttocks with one hand and
held him tenderly with the other, and his hands were wrapped around me so
that I couldn't get away if I wanted to.  His cock started to harden
against my belly, and he gave a little involuntary thrust.  I could feel
pre-cum slippery on my belly button with each movement.
   "Oh, damn.  I wish I could have you in my pussy.  I so want a cock in my
pussy right now.  But I don't want to get pregnant, and this is probably
the most dangerous time of the month."
   "I want to fuck you too.  I've never been in a real pussy."
   "Me neither," said Li'l Bro, rather unnecessarily.
   I looked at him speculatively.  "You can't cum yet, can you?"
   "No, not yet.  I can't wait `til I can!  Big Bro says it's the
greatest!"
   "So YOU could fuck my pussy if you want.  Would you like that?"
   "YEAH!  Can I?  That would be cool!"
   So Big Bro and Li'l Bro swapped places, and I guided his hard little
cock into my sopping hot snatch.  "Ha ha!" he taunted.  "I get to lose my
virginity with a girl first!  Nyah nyah!"
   "It doesn't count unless you cum.  And I got her ass first."
   "Will you two shut up?  Fuck me, Li'l Bro!  You know what to do!" so he
started pistoning his tight little hips, ramming his cute little dick into
my wet pussy.  He was nowhere near as big as Daddy, or even Big Bro, but he
was enthusiastic, and he was short enough that he could kiss and nibble on
my titties while he fucked.  Big Bro was just watching, looking like he was
feeling left out, so I motioned him over and we started kissing wildly.  I
love kissing my big brother!
   Li'l Bro can't cum, I thought, but boy does he have staying power!  He
fucked me through three or four orgasms before he shuddered and spasmed in
my cunt like he was really spurting big boy cum into me.  He was gasping
and sweating on top of me, completely done in.  I guess he enjoyed it as
much as I did, though I was sad that he couldn't really cum.
   But when we disentangled ourselves and stood up, I was surprised to find
warm cum dripping out of my snatch and running down my leg.
   "Oh, shit!" I said.
   "Congratulations, Li'l Bro," said Big Bro.  "You just had your first
cum! A year earlier than I did, too!" and they grinned and did a high five.
Boys!
   I flopped back down on the bed, feeling a little woozy.  "You weren't
supposed to cum.  I could get pregnant.  Probably the worst day of the
month to get fucked." Aside from the fear of actually giving birth, and all
the pain, discomfort, and responsibilities that go with it, I found that
the idea of actually getting pregnant was pretty damned exciting sexually.
I mean, that's what sex is for, right?  I shouldn't be surprised that
pregnancy was a turn-on.  Rather than let the moment go to waste, I savored
the reproductive instinct and started fingering my pussy while I fantasized
about my little brother knocking me up.  "You came in me and now I'm going
to get pregnant, you put your little boy seed and me, and we're making a
baby, your first time cum, way down deep in my pussy, making a baby.... 
Awwwwwooooof!" and I came and came again, plunging my fingers deep into my
slippery cum-soaked pussy.
   "I'm sorry, Sis," he said, more than a little confused by my reaction.
"I didn't mean to."
   "I know, sweetie," I panted.  "We're all surprised.  But what's done is
done.  I'm still pretty young to get pregnant.  It probably won't happen so
soon."
   I just laid there in Big Bro's messy bed for a while, thinking about
what we did and what might happen.  Li'l Bro eventually wandered off to
play video games and Big Bro slipped out to wash the poop off his cock.  I
think he was feeling a little guilty for his part in this fiasco.  Being
the oldest, he was feeling responsible, so he slunk back in to see if I was
OK.  I got up and hugged him warmly, and we kissed some more.
   "Sorry about that, Sis.  I thought we were being careful."
   "So did I.  There's no point in worrying about it now.  We'll know in a
couple of weeks."
   His cock started to rise between my legs.  I could feel the head bumping
up against my slit, still dripping our little brother's cum.  With his cock
so close to where it should go, I felt a familiar longing.
   "You know, I could be pregnant right now."
   "Yeah," he said guiltily.
   "With pregnancy, either you are or you aren't.  I don't think I could
get any more pregnant tonight if you fucked me too."
   "I guess not," he said unhappily.  "I'm sorry."
   I laughed.  "That's not a criticism; it's an invitation."
   He looked up, shocked, and raised one eyebrow quizzically.
   "Why not?" I asked encouragingly.  "A little more cum isn't going to
make any difference now.  But this will be the last time.  I really don't
want to get pregnant for a while yet."
   I took him by the hand and led him to my nice clean bed.  Relatively
clean, that is.  I still hadn't changed the sheets yet.  I laid down and
beckoned him between my legs, between which he crawled, grinning widely. 
We could hear space ships being shot down in the living room, so this time
it was just us, alone together.  His cock was rigid, curving up to bump
against his flat tight tummy, oozing a little glistening pre-cum.  My pussy
was sopping, both from my own eager secretions and Li'l Bro's first sweet
load of cum.  He slipped into me easily, and he just held it there for a
bit while we both enjoyed the overwhelming sensations of being mated,
brother and sister, knowing that when he came he might be fathering a child
on his own sister.
   Big Bro held me tenderly and we started kissing.  He was my brother, and
I did love him dearly, so the soft loving sensations of his lips on my
mouth and his hot brotherly cock in my pussy were nearly overwhelming. 
When he reached up and stroked my little tits, I felt a tiny little spasm
down deep in my cunt, and he hadn't even started thrusting yet.  This was
entirely different from fucking Li'l Bro.  Instead if cute little
jackrabbit thrusts, he plunged into me with long powerful strokes.  His
rock-hard ass clenched under my hand with each thrust.  Since he had
already cum once in my ass, he wasn't so trigger-happy as the first time,
and he settled into a strong steady pistoning rhythm that was coaxing me
inexorably toward the sweet release of another massive orgasm.  But then he
started whispering in my ear:
   "Love you, little sister, gonna make a baby in you, gonna squirt your
womb so full of babies, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum..."
   And that pushed me over the top.  I thrashed and I came and I shrieked
in joy as my orgasm overtook me, and just when I thought I couldn't take
any more, he started to cum inside me.  Oh my god, I could be getting
pregnant right now, I thought.  I wrapped my legs around his ass and held
him tight inside me as he pumped his seed into me.  He was rigid on top of
me, making loud rhythmic moans, and my little pussy was clenching his
spewing member in a passionate nether kiss.  I held him inside me as his
pumping tapered off, held him as we both caught our breath, held him until
he was soft and one last involuntary pussy spasm nudged him out.
   By this time we were all shagged out.  After chugging down a soft drink,
Big Bro helped me to gather up the dirty sheets and make the beds with
clean sheets.  I got the laundry running, and we got Li'l Bro away from the
video games to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.  We figured we would
skip our showers and take them in the morning.
   Bad move.
   We were surprised when Mom and Dad drove in.  We hadn't expected them
until tomorrow afternoon.  Mom came in wearing her little black dress and
pearls, and she looked really hot for an old lady.  Dad was fussing with
the car and bringing in their overnight bags.
   "Hi Mom!  You're back early," I observed.
   "Hi, Sweetie.  Yes, I just felt like coming back home." She sniffed and
looked at me quizzically, then gave me that up-and-down full-body-check
that only moms know how to do.  I wondered if I had cum running down my
leg, but I wasn't about to check.  "Are the boys still up?"
   "I think so.  They just went to bed."
   She went to their room, opened the door, and took a few whiffs.  They
were lying on top of the sheets because it was a warm night, their little
peckers all limp and drained, but reeking of recent sex.  Li'l Bro said,
"Hi, Mommy," with that guilty expression and tone of voice that all moms
recognize.
   Big Bro didn't do much better.  "Hi, Mom," he said tonelessly, with a
blank expression.  She glanced at the tube of lube on the floor and then
gave me a sharp glance.  I suddenly realized that it didn't much matter if
cum was running down my legs, since the sparse hair on my pussy was still
damp, matted, and plastered down to my pubic area with partly dried cum. 
Oops.
   "What have you three been doing while we were gone?  Did you have an
orgy or something?" Big Bro and I both went white, and Li'l Bro asked,
"What's an orgy?"
   "That's when more than two people have sex," she explained.
   "Oh," he replied, blushing, and looking away.
   She sighed heavily and muttered to herself, "I can't leave you three
alone for a minute..."
   She bent and picked up the lube.  "Well, the next time you two decide to
fuck your sister, be sure to put my lube back where you got it." Then she
kissed them goodnight, rather brusquely, and slipped past me in the
hallway, leaving them open mouthed and goggle-eyed.  "You," she said,
pointing at me.  "My bedroom.  Now."
   "Yes, ma'am."
   So I followed her in, and she took off her clothes and hung them up
while waiting for Dad to come in.  There wasn't really anything to talk
about, but mom said, "I just had a feeling something was wrong.  So we came
home."
   Dad breezed into the bedroom and said in his oblivious way, "See?  I
told you.  Everything is fine." And he made himself naked in that quick,
practiced, no-nonsense way that nudists learn after a while.  About this
time I just couldn't hold it in any longer.  I started crying and grabbed
Daddy in a bear hug, sobbing into his hairy chest.  A lesser man might have
gotten hard with his daughter rubbing up against him, but Daddy was so
worried about me that the sexual sensations didn't register.  At first.  He
held me and stroked my head and said, "What's up, Sugar?  Did I miss
something?" Mom rolled her eyes.
   "OK, dish," Mom ordered.
   So I snuggled up to Mom on the bed, and Dad snuggled up to me on the
other side, and I told them what happened, leaving out nothing, lying about
nothing, because Mom would know, and she knew that I knew that she would
know.  That's why she's the mom.  As I told the story, my dad's cock got
harder and harder against my butt.  That's why he's the dad, I guess.
   Before long, Mom started playing with her pussy.  Just a little at
first, light touches only, but as she got wetter she started rubbing more
vigorously, thrusting her clit up to meet her slippery fingers.  When I got
to the part about deciding to go ahead and fuck Big Bro, since another few
squirts of cum weren't going to make me any more pregnant than I already
was, I couldn't stand it any more.  I reached back and guided my dad's hard
slippery cock into my sopping pussy.  He moaned quietly and started
thrusting into me, and before too long it got really hard to talk.  Mom was
frigging herself vigorously, and by now she already had the gist of the
story anyway.  Then she looked up and saw that the two boys were standing
at the open door, open mouthed, wide eyes, with cocks so hard they looked
like they might burst any second.
   "You might as well come in and join the party, boys," Mom sighed.  They
bounced up onto the king sized bed, almost bouncing Dad out of my cunt. 
Mom now had two cocks to play with, but the boys didn't seem to mind taking
turns, like they did with everything else.  Big Bro clambered between her
legs and slipped easily into her sopping cunt.  Then he started sucking on
her big brown nipples like he hadn't done since he was a baby.  Li'l Bro
latched onto the other nipple and started sucking contentedly, while Mom
held them both in a loving motherly embrace.  Big Bro reached down with one
hand and idly stroked his brother's cock while settling into a long slow
leisurely fuck.
   At first Mom just seemed content to have her two boys nursing on her big
firm boobs again after so many years.  As she held her boys tenderly to her
generous breasts, she had that loving dreamy faraway look that nursing moms
have when they cuddle their babies to their nipples.  But soon Big Bro's
steady thrusting into the hot slippery orifice he emerged from so long ago,
and the steady licking, sucking, and nibbling on her nipples and breasts
coaxed Mom inexorably toward not just one orgasm, but wave after wave of
increasingly intense explosions in her loins, over and over until she was
coming with each thrust of Big Bro's firm slender young hips.  She was
overwhelmed with erotic sensation: tongues, hands, cocks, and the sound and
motions of Dad and me fucking right next to her.  Her cries of ecstasy grew
louder and higher in pitch, until she reached the physical limits of her
lungs and vocal cords, and she was beginning to gasp for air and could not
cum any more.  Then Big Bro let out a slow deep groan that crescendoed to a
loud sharp cry, and he thrust his tight young ass forward as hard as he
could, reaching toward his mother's womb with his pubescent prick, pumping
his hot seed deep into his own mother's clenching pussy, in an attempt to
return to whence he came.  Mom summoned up one last bit of energy and
wrapped her legs around her son's clenching buttocks, holding him deep
insider her as he sprayed sticky incestuous cum into her warm wet welcoming
snatch.  As she clutched both boys tightly to her bosom, she came so hard
she couldn't even breathe, and I think she came pretty close to passing
out. Mom and Big Bro clung to each other and shuddered and ground their
sopping crotches together for a few minutes, with Li'l Bro wrapped up in
their arms between them.
   Dad and I had almost stopped fucking as we watched.  It's not every day
you see your own mom being fucked by your two brothers!  As they held each
other tenderly and caught their breath, Dad started banging away at my
pussy from behind, as we lay on our sides watching the show.  I liked that
position because he could go in deeper and play with my pussy with one hand
and my tits with his other.  Soon Big Bro disentangled himself from Mom's
legs and moved up to kiss her.  He held her cheek and kissed her tenderly
and lovingly, expressing his love in a way he never had before.  While they
were busy smooching, Li'l Bro moved down between Mom's legs and took his
brother's place in her now sopping pussy.  He was pretty worked up by now,
and he fucked his mom with short fast strokes.  She held him with one hand
and Big Bro with the other, and never stopped kissing.  Mom's a great
kisser!  She showed him things to do with his tongue that I hadn't learned
yet.  Big Bro reached over and caressed her firm full breast with one hand,
gently tweaking the nipple, and Mom lost it.  It's a good thing, too,
because as mom came again, with renewed intensity, Li'l Bro gave a guttural
cry to proudly announce that his little boy orgasm had arrived.  Mom
wrapped her legs around her young son's hips and held him deep inside her.
I'll bet she could feel his ass clenching with each squirt of her son's
sweet young semen.  Knowing that he came real cum for the very first time
today must have made it all the sweeter.  And Li'l Bro must have felt
enveloped in warm motherly arms and legs and boobs and pussy lips, in the
warmest, most comfortable, safest, most loving and nurturing place
imaginable.  He was still just a little boy.  What must it have felt like
to squirt his seed into his own mom, the person he loved most in all the
world?
   Dad had been watching so busy watching the woman he loved get fucked by
her pubescent sons that he had been fucking me slowly and lovingly.  Maybe
since it wasn't the first time we ever fucked, he was more casual about it,
or maybe he was just too interested in the show to lose his control.  But
after the show Mom and her sons had put on, Dad couldn't hold back any
more. He started to thrust into my young tight pussy faster and faster.  I
really needed to grow some more before my little girl snatch would be
appropriate for a grown-up cock of Dad's size, so it felt just enormous to
me.  From this side-lying rear-entry position, he could thrust all the way
into me, and the head of his big beautiful wonderful prick was banging
against my cervix with each thrust.  Not so hard that it would hurt me,
mind you.  Dad would never hurt me under any circumstances.  Just enough
that I felt thoroughly filled with my dad's warm love.  Even without his
long thick cock sliding in and out, faster and faster, his left hand
kneading and fondling my little tit and his right vigorously frigging my
labia and clit would have gotten me off quickly.  The combination of his
hands and his yummy cock and the sight of my mom and brothers in front of
us would have easily sent me into a wild screaming orgasm.  But then I
remembered: we weren't using birth control, and I was ovulating.  I could
have been getting pregnant right then and there!
The thought threw me into the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my
life.  So far, anyway!
   I opened my mouth to shriek in ecstasy, and then found that my pussy was
clenching and spasming so hard that I could not get my lungs to power a
scream.  I rolled and bucked my hips, and my little girl twat clamped down
on Daddy's enormous cock and squeezed!  Squeezed!  Squeezed!
   There was no way that Dad's self-control could withstand an assault like
that.  He jammed his cock deep into me, so deep that this time it did hurt
a little as he shoved his sweet cock against my cervix.  I was cumming so
hard that I wouldn't have thought I could be aware of anything else, but
then I felt Dad's hot incestuous cum blasting against my young tender
cervix, sending millions of his fertile little tadpoles swimming toward my
fallopian tubes in a frantic race against the vigorous seed of my two
virile young brothers.  I knew then, without a doubt, that I had been
knocked up.  It was just a feeling, but I could not imagine any other
outcome.  The only question was: who was the father?
   While Dad grunted, and clutched me tight to his groin, and pumped his
hot sweet seed into me, my hot clenching pussy spasmed helplessly around
his throbbing grown-up cock.  But all things must end, and as Dad's
powerful spurts diminished, my grasping cunt settled down to slow rhythmic
ripples, followed by the tender sticky quiet embrace of two post-orgasmic
people who love each other unreservedly.  We stayed connected as long as we
could, but eventually Dad softened and slipped out of me.  His cum flowed
out down my thigh and onto the sheets.  (Damn!  I had just changed those
sheets!) It felt like he must have cum a gallon in me, but of course that's
impossible.  He did cum a lot, though.  I'll bet he washed my brothers' cum
right out of me.  OK, that's impossible too, but I'd still bet on Daddy
being my baby's daddy too.  I don't suppose we'll ever bother to find out.
   Now that it was all over, Mom was trying to turn back into a mom, saying
"OK, we've all had our fun.  Sex education time is over!  After today, we
can't do this anymore!  It's not appropriate, it's not healthy, it's not
right."
   "AWWW, MOM!"
   "I'm serous!  I'm really glad I got to love you boys once, but never
again after today."
   "Oh, cool!" shouted Li'l Bro.
   We all looked at him with stupid expressions.
   "She said `After today.' It's only 9:30.  It's 2 ½ hours until midnight!
And it's summer, so we don't have to go to bed early!  How many times do
you think we can fuck Mom and Sis before midnight, Dad?"
   Mom rolled her eyes and started to try again to create rules for sexual
behavior in our home.  The problem was that we kids now knew something
about Mom that she probably was not aware of herself: Mom is easy!
   Her first rule was: masturbation only.  No more sex.
   I asked if we could masturbate together, and she said of course not.
   Big Bro pointed out the he and Li'l Bro shared a room.  They pretty much
had to masturbate together.  Besides, they had been getting each other off
for years, and it didn't make much sense to stop now.  Especially since
Li'l Bro had just started to be able to cum real jizz.  It just wasn't fair
to him to stop now.
   It took some doing, but she relented.  It was OK to masturbate together.
I expressed relief because I was afraid she wouldn't let us.  Then Mom
stopped us and said that the boys could jack off together, but not me.  I
reminded her that she had always treated us equally before and always told
me I could do anything the boys could do.  It's not fair that they got to
help each other cum and I had to jill off alone.
   Mom said that we should be seeing kids in our own age group instead of
messing around with family.  I told her that we were too young to do any
heavy dating, and even if there were kids our age that we liked, we just
don't want that sort of emotional burden right now.  Besides, what would
THEIR parents say about sex at our age?
   Mom argued that we shouldn't have romantic feelings about our family.  I
said, "Mom, I love my brothers, and you and Dad, but I don't want to marry
any of you.  I don't have any romantic feelings about my family at all." My
brothers agreed.  They just wanted to get off sometimes.  The general
consensus was "Ewww!"
   Well, it took some fast talking from the three of us kids, but we
finally got Mom to agree to let us masturbate together, but no fucking. 
And no parental involvement.  We thanked her for compromising that much. 
Li'l Bro told me that we could still have a lot of fun doing that, and that
he would show me this trick with his lips that would get Big Bro off really
fast.  Then Mom just about lost it, and said that masturbation means "hands
only." So we all started to argue about what masturbation means.  What's
the difference between a hand and a mouth?  If we can use a mouth, why not
an ass?  What possible difference could it make?  It's just another bit of
the body, just like a hand.
   By the time Mom and I had settled on a strict "no penis in vagina" rule
for me, at least until I was old enough to go on The Pill, the three boys
had drifted off to sleep on one side of the bed, with Dad in the middle and
the two boys nestled in his big strong hairy arms.  We didn't even make it
until midnight.
   So Mom and I agreed to flesh out the new rules tomorrow.  I suspected
that once I missed my period, the "no penises in my vagina" rule would go
out the window, if we managed to stick to that rule until then.  I told Mom
I loved her and we cuddled up together.  I slept with my head at my mom's
breast for the first time since I was a baby, and I slept like a baby too.
   Until about 4am when I had to get up to pee.  In the dim light I could
see that the three boys' wieners were has hard as rocks.  My brothers had
slipped down in the bed during the night, and they were snuggled up to Dad
with their heads on his tummy, almost touching foreheads.  Dad's big hard
cock was bobbing just under their noses.  I chuckled softly and
disentangled myself from mom.  I guess I disturbed everyone when I got up
because they all shifted around a little.
   While I was peeing in the adjacent bathroom, I thought I heard my
brothers whispering.  I thought I might find one butt fucking the other
when I got back, but when I climbed back into bed, the two little scamps
were licking Dad's big cock and balls while he slept.  His prick was too
big to fit in their mouths, so they contented themselves to licking all
around it and sucking on the head and first four inches or so.  Mom was
oblivious, but when I snuggled up against her, she plastered her body
against mine, throwing her leg over mine and burying my face in her
wonderful warm mommy breasts.
   I snuggled into her boobs, pressed my little leg into her crotch, and
draped my arm around her waist to hold her tight.  I planned to ignore the
boys and go to sleep, but mom must have been having an erotic dream.  After
last night, it was no wonder!  She started rubbing her pussy against my
leg, in little short thrusts.  She made little cries under her breath, like
a dog chasing rabbits in his sleep.  It was nice.  I snuggled in and found
a nipple and began to suck sleepily.  She rocked her hips faster, held her
wet pussy hard against my leg, let out a quiet breathy moan, and shuddered.
She woke up, startled.
   I said, "I love you, Mom.  That was cool."
   "Uh, I love you too.  Did I just...?"
   "Yeah.  It's OK, Mom.  You can jill off on my leg any time you want.  I
don't mind.  It was nice."
   "But...." She started to protest, but then Dad groaned and a squirt of
hot sticky cum slapped her on the back.  Some of it landed on my face and
shoulder, and I giggled.  Two more squirts splattered against her shapely
motherly ass.  Dad snorted and settled into a snore, and my brothers
giggled conspiratorially.  I don't think my dad ever work up.  Soon my
brothers were asleep again, breathing slowly and steadily, but my Mom was
wide awake.  I could feel her heart pounding against my cheek.
   Then she heaved a great long sigh and said to herself, "Oh, fuck it."
And she put her arms around me, kissed me on top of my head, and caressed
my smooth slender bottom until we both fell asleep.
   END 
  
Growing Up Nudist