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Beach Princess
by Balmain (address withheld)

***

While walking the beach nude, I encounter a nymph who 
has her way with me and then introduces me to her 
family. (M/f-teen, ped, exh, family-inc)

***

Friday night I read Peter Pan's If the Shoe Fits. Over 
the top, of course, but I couldn't help being caught up 
in the sheer bawdiness of his tale and the delight in 
loving the beauty of young women that energizes his 
writing. His stories always rekindle my own lusts, 
fantasies and memories of the gorgeous young creatures 
I've been close to, or wished I could have know more 
intimately.

Saturday morning I went to the Post Office. As I 
entered the Mail Box area to pick up my "junk mail" – 
there is seldom anything else, even bills are mostly e-
mail these days – my attention was immediately drawn to 
a striking couple making their way from the boxes to a 
table to sort their mail. My first thought was, 'Child 
bride!' 

As my gaze followed them and I thought more about what 
I was seeing, the image evolved to, 'Father and 
daughter!' 

He was about six feet, broad shouldered, straight 
backed, with a thick chest and flat stomach. His face 
was firm featured and his hair was close cropped. He 
wore a sweat shirt, jeans and topsiders. Military, 
presently or in the near past, would be my guess. He 
was in his mid to late thirties.

She was a little over five feet with a trim figure that 
was clearly womanly but without flair of bust or hips. 
Her hair was a glowing rich dark brown that cascaded in 
glorious waves and loose curls to her shoulders. Her 
golden complexion was clear and highlighted by dark 
arching brows, dark brown eyes and lightly glossed full 
lips. A light brown velveteen close-fitting track-suit 
type outfit with embroidered flowers on the shoulders 
and waist panels and decorated sneakers complemented 
and enhanced the allure of this beautiful young woman. 
Her top was zipped low enough to give the slightest 
hint of cleavage. 

The more I looked, the more I realized 'young' was the 
word. Her striking face still had the fullness of 
youth. I would guess fifteen. It's hard to tell. This 
girl/woman had a style and grace about her as she moved 
and talked with her 'father' that was magnetic to me. I 
couldn't keep my eyes off her. She seemed to move in 
smooth fluid motions that spoke of self-confidence and 
inner security - maybe a gymnast. As she talked her 
face and whole body were animated by her excitement and 
intensity. I thought, it is the sense of loving and 
being loved by her 'father' that enlivens this young 
beauty.

As I watched and followed them out to the parking lot I 
was struck by the intimacy between them. He listened 
and looked at her as she spoke. She gazed at him and 
followed his every move and action. As he sorted mail 
she stood close and lent her arm and chest (breast) 
against his arm and pressed her hip to his leg. As they 
walked to the car their lively conversation continued. 
She held his hand and swung his arm so as to rub across 
her chest.

My imagination was off to the races. Were they daughter 
and father? Were they lovers? Would they become lovers? 
Was he just a man who lusted for, and found, young 
women? Did she wear a thong? (Certainly no panty line.) 
Were her nipples still puffy or had they acquired the 
contrast to complement her rich honey colored skin? 
'Fortunate the man who could pay tribute to this young 
Venus,' I thought. 

The weekend was largely spent on my fantasies.

Sunday evening and here I am, 'putting pen to paper'.

On his website Peter Pan publishes pictures of sweet 
young things. When images of the Princess of Wellington 
disappeared after only a short stay, I emailed Peter 
saying I missed her. He answered by sending me the 
deleted pictures. In thanking him I explained my 
attachment to the Princess. To my further surprise 
Peter proposed writing a story based upon the account 
of my attraction to this particular girl. 

I don't for a minute compare myself with Peter. But the 
thought crossed my mind, 'If Peter can write my story, 
why can't I?' Peter's version of my experience has not 
yet appeared. So in an effort to use up some fantasy 
energy with which If the Shoe Fits and my Post Office 
sweetie imbued me, here's my telling of the day I met a 
Beach Princess. Mostly, this is what happened.

For the last few years I've been able to spend about a 
month visiting family and friends on the Banana Coast 
of Australia. Early in the year is a great time not to 
be in the Northeast of the United States. Eating fresh 
mango for breakfast on the deck and feeding king 
parrots verses shoveling snow and chipping ice. 30C 
vs.10F. Despite the loooong flight, the choice is easy.

The family house is a couple blocks from the beach. 
I've gotten into the habit of rising at dawn and 
walking the beaches for an hour or so each morning. 
Early mornings are a beautiful time of day. While the 
walking is good for me, I really need to do something 
to 
counter the quantity of food and drink I consume while 
visiting the family. Duty free Scotch only lasts a week 
or so and Australian wines are so good. 

The Banana Coast is characterized by powdery white sand 
beaches, rocky headlands and occasional creek and river 
outlets. Small beach communities are scattered along 
the shore. Most of the rest of the coastline is 
isolated by narrow national parks, nature reserves, 
marine parks and the like, with access to the beaches 
open but limited. Since dogs have been banned from the 
parks and most of the beaches, native animals, mostly 
bush kangaroos, are common sights these days.

After about three weeks of walking the same three or 
four beaches, one morning I decided to drive a few 
kilometers north a try a new stretch of beaches. I 
parked at Three Rocks Beach, waded Three Rocks Creek 
and started north on Three Mile Beach (which I doubt 
was even two miles long!). 

The tide was low so the walking was easy on the hard 
packed sand down by the wave line. The surf was 
moderate with waves of about one meter breaking about 
thirty meters out. The remnants of morning fog and surf 
mist made my view along the beach a little hazy. In the 
whole length of Three Mile Beach I only encountered a 
couple of men surf fishing (with apparently some luck) 
and a woman walking a pair of malamutes (in this 
climate?). I just nodded to the fishermen as I passed, 
but one of the dogs bounded up to me to sniff between 
my legs and lick my hand. 

The woman, dressed in a short stretchy sun dress, ran 
over to me, "Sorry about that, Jack is too friendly 
sometimes."

"Don't worry, Jack's a beautiful dog." I answered, as I 
scratched his throat and chest. 

She knelt beside Jack, put an arm across his shoulders 
and her cheek on his head and said, "I just love my 
boys." The action of leaning against Jack made the 
front of her dress gape open giving me a delightful 
view of the top of her breasts.

Out of nowhere the other dog appeared and started 
licking her shoulder and neck. "You want some smooching 
too, don't you Sam." She put her other arm around Sam 
and rubbed her face into his neck. Unfortunately, my 
view was now blocked by her dress being tightened by 
her outstretched arms, but I did notice the impression 
of her nipples clearly showing in her bodice.

I gave Sam a token pat and straightening said, "They're 
beautifully groomed. They must keep you busy taking 
care of them."

With a pat to each dog, she stood and with a strange 
smile replied, "Oh, we keep each other quite busy. 
Enjoy your walk." With a soft whistle she headed back 
towards Three Rocks Beach with Sam and Jack in tow.

As I went on, my life-long friend showed stirrings of 
life. 'What brought you to life? A peek down her front, 
or is there a... special... relationship with her 
dogs.' Pondering those thoughts kept my friend 
interested all the way to the headland at the end of 
the beach.

Since I'd driven up here and was feeling great I 
decided to head on over the headland on a somewhat 
overgrown path I found, to see what was on the other 
side. Halfway down the far side of the headland I came 
to a meadow that allowed a view of a beach reaching 
almost as far as I could see. The mist on this beach 
was a bit heaver than on Three Mile Beach.

From the exertion of climbing the headland and the 
rising temperature I was feeling pretty sweaty. I 
looked around; no-one in sight and no footprints since 
high tide last night. I stripped and waded into the 
surf. Out beyond the breakers I just lounged – floated 
with the swells and enjoyed the sensual feeling of the 
warm ocean washing around me. My friend responded well 
to this freedom and the memories of the morning's 
titillation.

I'm not a nudist, as such, however, I've always enjoyed 
being nude. My mother wondered why I seldom put pj's 
into the dirty clothes. Not often do I miss a chance to 
skinny dip. Visiting a friend's camp in the woods by a 
lake, I took advantage of sunning and swimming naked 
with them. When I lived in a house with a pool, only 
woozer company got me into trunks.

I took another careful look. I had this beach to 
myself. I put my t-shirt, shorts and shoes in the grass 
at the base of the dunes and carrying only my briefs, 
just in case, headed on up the beach just as the gods 
of good feelings intended beaches to be enjoyed. My 
friend, while not to be forgotten, was not demanding 
special attention. My mind wondered; 'sensuousness of 
the day, glimpse of cleavage, dogs?, romping naked on a 
beach far away, my daughters and their friends in our 
pool...'

About halfway down the beach I thought I saw movement 
in the mist ahead. I became sure of it, there were 
people ahead. I was about to pull on my briefs when I 
saw a figure by the water line stand up and walk toward 
the dunes. In a swirl of clearing mist I recognized a 
man who was also naked. 'If he can be nude on this 
beach, so can I.' 

As I got closer I heard noise of 'children playing' and 
picked out movement in the grassy dunes. It looked like 
a family picnic. There were a couple of fishing rods 
standing in tubes in the sand and a low beach chair by 
the wave line. Kids didn't appear to have anything on. 
As I came abreast of them the man turned and gave me a 
wave. He was naked. Just then a woman stood, waved and 
called, "Bonza morning, isn't it?"

"Especially when you can enjoy it like this." I swept 
my arms down to indicate my sans clothing state.

"We love it," she said with a smile and bob type 
curtsy, a bounce and spread, which fully displayed her 
natural charms.

"Enjoy," the man said. By this time a couple of small 
children were standing beside them and waving to me. 

I waved back and headed on. Now my friend had more to 
think about. 'That woman, probably the mother of two, 
was attractive. They all seemed at ease with their 
nudity. And mine.' He was certainly paying attention to 
these ponderings. 

A minute or so later I heard yapping behind me. Turning 
to look, I saw a small mutt and a girl running after 
me. 'A naked girl! Not a stitch of clothing. Of course 
I should talk.'

They caught up to me. She ran a few steps ahead, 
swiveled and running backward said, "What ya doing 
mister?"

'Ogling you sweetie. Trying to keep my friend under 
control.' "Taking my morning walk on the beach."

"Like this? You're naked. We don't see many people on 
this beach and I've never seen anyone without anything 
on before."

"What do you mean? Your bikini must be pretty small." I 
said as I kept walking.

She giggled, "Dah! I'm not wearing a bikini, or hadn't 
you noticed?" 

'Hadn't I noticed? I had already noticed honey blond 
hair blowing in the wind, pubic hair - a little darker 
patch that gaped slightly as she danced on facing me, 
nipples centered in breasts that swirled as she back-
stepped, and green eyes that sparkled. I'd already 
noticed that much.' "Oh, I noticed," I smiled. "What's 
your name?"

"Cindy, what's yours?"

"Malcolm."

She rolled her eyes and wiggled her hips, "Well aren't 
we something special. I'm going to call you Mel." With 
that she dropped in beside me and took my hand. "My dad 
caught some fish and we had them for breakfast. We do 
this about once a week." She bent down to pick up a 
stick to throw for her dog, 'sweet butt.' The dog raced 
after it, shook and then dropped it and wondered off up 
the beach. Cindy took my hand again and chattered away 
about family, dog, me, school, etc. She hardly drew 
breath.

Now, I've got to tell you, my friend was taking a 
healthy interest in young Miss Cindy. The dimples in 
the small of her back, her slim hips, hair that she 
swept back from her face every now and then, the little 
gap between her upper thighs, the perfect symmetrical 
shape of her young breasts, the gold locket that 
bounced in her cleavage, small tips on her puffy brown 
areoles, ... 'Oh my.' My friend of the nether regions 
did not know his place and was seeking a station higher 
in the world. Mr. Pecker was not to be ignored.

Apart from my condition that was growing more obvious 
by the minute and my lustful delight with the company 
of dear Cindy, my better self was uncomfortable with 
the situation. "Don't you think you should go back to 
your family now?"

"Dad said I could go to the end of the beach with you, 
but not over the hill," Cindy said as she took my arm 
and pulled me along the beach. "You like me don't you?"

'Yeah!!!!!' "Sure do, Cindy. How can you tell?"

Releasing my arm, Cindy reached over with a finger and 
gently tapped my semi erect penis. With a foxy smile 
she said, "I can tell."

'This is too much. I'm going to be in BIG trouble. And 
her father is only a kilometer down the beach.' "I'm 
going to take a dip to cool off." Without waiting for 
Cindy's reaction I dropped my briefs and headed into 
the surf.

Out past the breakers I relaxed and floated on my back. 
Mr. Pecker was now on the lookout for Mistress Pussy. 
For about a minute I was on my own. "Mel, help me. I 
can't get through the waves," called Cindy. 

On the shore the mutt was barking at Cindy who was 
taking a bit of a pounding by the breakers with hair 
straggling down her face and plastered to her head. She 
called again, "Come get me Mel."

'A maiden in distress, how could I refuse?' A few 
strokes brought me to the line of breakers, a ride down 
the front of a wave and there was Cindy. I took her 
hand, "Follow me, stay close and we'll get passed the 
breakers." I turned sideways, raised an arm over my 
head, pulled Cindy close to me with the other hand and 
jumped to ride the next breaking swell.

Beyond the breakers the depth was up to my chest and at 
wave height I had to jump and float as the waves swept 
by. Cindy, out of her depth, hung on to me. 'I came out 
here to get away and here I am with this beautiful 
creature, her arms draped around my neck, her breasts 
brushing against my chest, her legs drifting back and 
forth across my hips and occasionally brushing against 
my friend.'

'I am a lost man.' My friend, Mr. Pecker, joined the 
party in full force. He stuck himself between Cindy's 
legs. She squeezed to hold him tight. "See I knew you 
liked me," she said.

Cindy gave up pretense of just hanging on to me. Now 
she was clinging with arms wrapped around my neck and 
legs resting on my hips about my waist. I had the job 
of keeping us above water. Slowly she lowered herself 
until her pussy was resting on my life-long friend. If 
before I had thought he had joined the party, now Mr. 
Pecker was quivering with joy and so engorged it hurt. 
I was so distracted that I allowed a wave to 
momentarily wash over our heads. The sheer sensualness 
of our resumed embrace was mind-blowing and pecker 
throbbing.

Then Cindy did the wildest thing. She leant back on her 
arms, bowed her back outward and rolled her hips 
forward and upward along my ridged penis. Slowly, she 
reversed the motion. Chest forward with tits pushing 
into me, back arched and butt thrust away, all of which 
made her lips slide out along friend Pecker. 'Oh my 
gawd, where did the kid learn to do this?' Our natural 
juices were washed away by the sea and our only 
lubricant was the ocean. 

The slide was really a series of pulses, as my shaft 
and her lips momentarily held and released as Cindy 
worked her hips back and forth. In miniature, she had a 
bumpy ride alone my road. I almost drowned us a couple 
of times, but this angel just kept going, to and fro, 
gradually gaining speed.

The sensation was incredible, excruciating... 'She 
going to bring me off!' "Cindy," I gasped, "I'm 
cumming!"

"Tell me when, I want to see it." That did it. I 
started my own hip thrusting. With my pecker between 
her legs and the top of it against her spread lips, I 
humped. My balls exploded.

"Stop!" She screamed. Her hug tightened as she dropped 
her legs from my hips and clasped my penis between 
them. "I can feel you throbbing." Cindy spun her head 
to look back over her shoulder. I looked over her other 
shoulder to see the globs and strings of my spunk 
drifting up and away in the surf. 

She reached a hand out to scoop up some of my cum, but 
as her hand broke the surface, the string, along with 
the water drained away. Then a wave that was starting 
to break churned passed and swallowed my offering to 
the goddess of beach nymphs. 

For a few moments we just clung to each other drifting 
in the swells. Then Cindy turned her face to me and I 
kissed her a gentle lingering embrace that lasted till 
a wave lapped our faces. The better me said, "We better 
get back before your Dad comes looking for us."

"Don't worry; he won't come until he's ready to go 
home." 

Pushing Cindy ahead of me, to protect her from the 
breakers, I headed for shore. The mutt came out as far 
as it could walk to meet us and jumped up to Cindy 
licking her hand.

I thought of heading on up the beach, but knew my 
sweetie wouldn't let me go alone. So we started back 
toward her family. Cindy chattered nonstop seemingly 
oblivious of what we had done in the surf. All the 
while as she walked – skipped along beside me she held 
my hand or hugged my arm to he chest. I can still 
'feel' those soft young breasts and puffy tight nipples 
brushing across my arm.

As we approached the family encampment, a couple of 
young children, a girl sixish and a boy eightish, came 
running toward us, naked, of course. "Where you been 
Cin?" The girl asked as she took my other hand. 

"We walked a long way up the beach, almost to Lost 
Head, and went for a swim way out past the breakers."

Not being comfortable about what had happened in the 
surf, I had hoped to just drop Cindy off with her 
family and continue on my way with as little said as 
possible. But Cindy and the kids would have nothing of 
me continuing on. "Come have some fish and see Mum and 
Dad. There's still lots of breaky left." And so I was 
dragged towards the picnic in the dunes. 

The father stood and came to greet us. He was tall, 
rangy and tanned (all over) with an open smiling face. 
I wondered how long that would last. He extended his 
hand to me and with a twinkle in his eye asked, "Did 
our Cin take good care of you? Talked your ear off, 
I'll wager." Even while I shook his hand the girl held 
onto my arm.

'God, what does he mean by that?' "We had a great walk, 
a cooling dip in the surf and Cindy is charming company 
on a lonely beach." 'For an old duffer like me', I 
almost added. Cindy squeezed my hand and hugged my arm.

By this time we had reached their set-up, low sand 
chairs a gas camp stove and a tarp with fishing, 
cooking and play gear spread on it and a pile of dirty 
paper plates etc. The mother stood, a mature version of 
Cindy, short, slender, fuller breasts and hips, long 
dusky blond hair drifting in the breeze and small gold 
locket hanging between her breasts. "Thanks for taking 
our chatter-box off our hands for a while." Then to 
Cindy she said, "Did you have a good time, dear?"

"We had a great time. Mel is from America and it took 
more than a day to fly all the way here and there's 
snow where he comes from and he was a solicitor and a 
school teacher and he owned a printing business. We 
went for a swim and Mel took me out past the breakers."

"This is Rena, and these two brats are Russ and Tess. 
I'm Colin," said the father. "Come sit." He sat in one 
of the low chairs, stretching his long legs out in 
front of him and indicated one across from him for me.

"Do you take anything in your tea?" Rena was busying 
herself at the stove. I couldn't help staring at Rena's 
profile. Hair shrouded face, slender arms, hanging 
breasts, bowed back and beautifully curved backside – I 
ogled. 

"A little sugar if it is strong, thanks."

"Tess, this one is for your Dad and Mel gets the other, 
carefully, now. Cin, give this plate to Mel, and get 
him a folk." In short order I had a cup of tea, which I 
placed in the sand to cool and a plate with a large 
piece of battered fish and a couple of slices of fried 
bread.

"Eat up", Colin commanded. Rena with her tea sat in a 
chair near the stove. Although the food had been cooked 
sometime earlier, it was warm and the fresh caught fish 
was succulent. As I ate I relaxed and was comfortable 
with these happy 'nude' people.

Rena said, "I want to thank you for being so nice to 
our Cin. She can be a handful at times and she doesn't 
warm up to many people the way she has with you." 
Relaxed! Not any more. 'Where is this conversation 
going?' Cindy, who had her own cup of tea was standing 
near Rena. Rena reached up and pattered Cindy lovingly 
on the butt.

To Colin I said, "I was surprised you let Cindy go off 
with me like that. When I tried to get her to go back 
she said you ok'd her going with me to the headland."

Colin took a sip of tea, sucked his teeth. Suddenly the 
mutt set up a racket racing and barking around further 
back in the dunes. "Mack's got a possum!" Russ, 
followed by Tess ran off to see what the fuss was 
about.

Cindy walked over and sat beside Colin, one arm up on 
his leg and her cheek resting on her arm looking over 
at me with an indecipherable smile. Colin started to 
stroke her hair and looking at me said, "You walked 
passed comfortable with yourself and comfortable with 
us. You didn't need to gawk. Cindy is a good reader of 
people. She liked you. I could tell from the way she 
responded when you went by and how she danced around 
you when she caught up to you. If I had whistled the 
dog back, Cindy would have come running too, wouldn't 
you sweetie? While Mack is small, I can assure you, if 
you had been threatening toward her, Mack would have 
drawn blood." 

Colin paused, then added, "Cindy wanted to go with you, 
I just told her how far to go." 'Now what does that 
mean?' Cindy had moved and was kneeling beside Colin 
hugging his arm and squeezing it between her tits. To 
my surprise, Colin, with his hanging hand, seemed to be 
gently caressing her upper thighs.

"I told you he was a nice man and he looked like he 
needed some company. We had a good talk. I told him 
about how you fish and we come and have fresh fish 
breakfast and he told me about his trip from America 
and while we were swimming I rode him like I ride you. 
We had a good..."

Before Cindy could finish, Rena blurted, "Cindy! You 
didn't," pushed herself out of her chair, knocked over 
her tea, swore, and knelt at the tarp and started 
pushing things around. She stopped and turning toward 
Cindy and quietly said, "We've told you, things like 
that are only for family. You promised. How could you?" 
Rena turned toward me with a questioning and very 
troubled look.

The shit had hit the fan. Where do I go now? What do I 
say? How do I keep myself out of jail? How do I be kind 
to the sweet beautiful, charming, innocent? wonderful 
Cindy?

Colin was hugging Cindy to him. She was trying to hold 
back sobs that shook her body.

'Try straight shooting.' I cleared my throat and 
hesitantly started, "Cindy is a beautiful, charming, 
lovely young woman who bewitched me the moment she 
skipped into my life." Cindy looked up at me and smiled 
through her tears. Her dad hugged her tighter. I 
continued, "I have always loved girls – young women – 
like Cindy. I love my daughters very much. I would 
never do ANYTHING to harm them or her." 

Looking directly at Rena I said, "I'd suffer anything 
before I'd let Cindy be hurt." I was watering up with 
the intensity of my emotions. It surprised me. I looked 
at Cindy, half smiled, "It's a beautiful day. Cindy and 
I had fun chatting and walking. She is an exquisite 
creature. I had trouble hiding the degree of my 
attraction toward her."

"She is bewitching isn't she?" said Colin.

"Trying to avoid being too obvious I went for a swim. 
Cindy followed me. When she commenced her 
ministrations, I was astonished and torn between 
enjoying the pleasure we were sharing and rejecting 
her. Since then, I've felt guilty for letting it 
happen. I wish I could have walked on passed and 
started to pretending it didn't happen." Cindy shot me 
a dark stare.

Rena came over and bent to hug me, "I should have 
known, Cin chose well," she said quietly to me and 
planted a warm kiss on my cheek. Yes I did feel her 
breast pressed into my shoulder and see her other 
nipple inches from my lips. She then stood for a moment 
looking at Cindy. Finally she said, "Girl you are my 
love, but you frighten me sometimes." More calmly now 
Rena went back to tidying the breakfast things.

"Cindy, you made my morning walk very, very special." I 
said. "It's something I'll never forget. An old guy 
like me has a duty to be careful of what we let happen 
with a young woman like you, that's why I loved what we 
did and why I felt as if I should not have done it. I 
was confused. I'm sorry I upset you." 

Cindy came over to me, and from the other side this 
time, pressed against me and kissed me on the cheek 
just the way her mother had. Her nipple didn't quite 
reach to my lips. "You'd better not forget me, Mel."

"Now that we have that out of the way and peace and 
harmony reign, Mel, why don't you tell us about your 
travels and how you come to be naked on our beach?" 
Colin lightened the mood. Cindy returned to Colin and 
sat in his lap with her legs spread and hanging outside 
his. I now had a direct view of her pussy, curls and 
slightly parted lips. 'My god, this kid doesn't stop.'

We talked about my life, family, and my search for a 
new beach to walk. Australian politics, the parks that 
protected the coastline from overdevelopment, wars, the 
US President and so on, all needed an exchange of our 
views. Rena kept at her business but took an active 
part in our conversation. Her movement continually 
diverted my gaze from Colin and his lap warmer.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as we talked. 
Cindy started out by squirming in Colin's lap. After a 
while she reached between her legs. I thought she was 
playing with herself, but then I realized she was 
playing with Colin! Somewhere between Iraq and the 
price of petrol, Colin's cockhead appeared between 
Cindy's legs. While Colin seemed to manage unphased, my 
contribution to the conversation became disjoined. I 
thought I saw Rena glare at Cindy, but Colin waved her 
off.

About the time Colin slid forward and leant back to 
allow his full erection to emerge the conversation 
died. Cindy nestled herself down on the extended cock 
with her lips on each side of it and started to slowly 
ride Colin's prick back and forth, the way she had done 
to me. I would see an inch or so of his member and then 
the head would disappear behind her hood. Back and 
forth, slowly, back and forth. Cindy was sitting on his 
lap and he had his arms crossed on her belly allowing 
him to fondle her breasts and nipples.

I guess the direct pressure of Colin's cock head and 
the friction of its ride along the shaft were 
stimulating Cindy's clit. She just smiled at me. The 
cat that eat the canary type smile. 

I guess about Cindy's clit. I know about my prick. The 
old boy stood to attention, wanting attention. I 
scrunched down in my chair trying to hide my state of 
arousal. Watching this exhibit was driving me crazy. My 
cock throbbed. 

When I thought I could take no more, Cindy gave a 
little shudder and pulled her father's arms from around 
her and lent forward to put her hands on Colin's knees. 
Now I had a direct view of: Cindy's smile aimed 
directly at me, her tits slightly distended with 
engorged puffy areola tipped with hard little buds, her 
rippling stomach, her dusky bush and her lips sliding 
along Colin's penis. Colin, with his hands on Cindy's 
hips, helped her to and fro action.

Too much! I slid forward to give my old friend more 
freedom and my hand more access to him. He stood proud 
quivering for action. I took hold starting to stroke in 
time with Cindy's motion. Her smile became a grin from 
ear to ear. In a husky voice she called, "Mum, Mel 
needs your help."

I had forgotten Rena. Startled, I turned to see her 
coming toward me smiling at my condition. She was a 
beautiful woman.

Rena stood before me blocking my view of Cindy and 
Colin. I looked up and she, smiling still, quietly 
asked, "May I?" 

I stuttered, "Please do." Rena stepped across me and as 
she slowly lowered herself reached down, brushed my 
hand away and aimed Mr. Pecker right into her cunt. Her 
slow squat didn't stop until I was fully embedded in 
her. Then she rested, putting her arms around my neck 
and her head beside mine. I could feel the slight touch 
of her nipples and her locket against my chest.

"How's that?" Rena whispered in my ear.

"You're as horny as I am. You're so moist you just slid 
right on to me."

Rena giggled, squeezed my prick with her cunt and said, 
"That kid drives me crazy. She's so hot she has me 
swinging from the rafters and frigging myself at the 
same time." She started to very slowly and with very 
small movements rise up and down on me. Without thought 
Mr. Pecker tried to follow her. He was afraid he'd lose 
her warmth.

Looking over Rena's shoulder I saw that Cindy continued 
her riding of Colin's cock, but now her eyes were 
closed and she had a faraway look on her face. Colin 
smiled at me and gave me a quick thumbs-up and then 
looked down at Cindy's back and concentrated on his own 
bliss.

I overrode Rena's rhythm and followed Cindy's. Rena 
still clung to me, teased me with her nipples and 
gloved my friend. "I guess after Cindy is through with 
Colin you are left high and dry."

Rena lifted her head looked at me and grinned, "Hell 
no. She gets him so turned on, he fucks my brains out. 
I just have to wait my turn." Then with a real twinkle 
in her eye, "But not today. I have you." She hugged, 
crushing her breasts into me. Our rhythm never 
faltered.

Cindy sped up her motion. We increased our rate. Every 
now and then Cindy would slow and shudder. I think she 
was having mini orgasms. 

As I thrust up to Rena quicker and quicker I was coming 
closer to eruption. I noticed Colin was now driving 
forward against Cindy's back pushes. From the 
contortions of his face, I thought he was near to 
cumming. Rena moaned each time I berried into her. 

Cindy opened her eyes, smiled at me and shoved herself 
back against Colin. His cock popped out of her hood and 
started to spurt.

I said into Rena's ear, "I cumming." She bottomed down 
on me driving her clit onto my pubic bone and let out a 
scream. Her contracting and pulsing cunt drove me over. 
Her tight grip of me made it hard to erupt, but explode 
I did, stretching her grip of my prick and filling her. 
I could feel my cum ooze between my friend and her 
gripping glove.

As the four of us sat unmoving and subsiding from an 
incredible high, Tess called, "What's wrong Mummy?" 
Russ and Tess were running towards us. As they go 
closer Russ slowed and called to Tess, "It's ok, Mum 
just did Mel the way Cin does Dad."

When Tess got to the camp site she stopped and looked 
from Rena, sitting astride and facing me, to Cindy, now 
sitting up with her back to their father. She, absently 
fingering her slit, said, "When can I learn to do you 
like Cin, Daddy?"

Balmain © 2008

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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