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   Synopsis : A teen girl spends the weekend at the lake with her friend,
and ends up having sex with everyone in the family.  Teen, and mild pedo.

   Disclaimer : Copyright by the author.  Permission is granted to archive,
repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
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author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  None of this shit
happened.  It's all made up.  Teenagers don't really have sex, especially
with adults.



   --==+==-

   Dawnielle was excited.  She was going to get to spend the weekend at the
lake.  She'd never been to the lake much, but she'd had fun the few times
she did.  This should be fun, too.  The people she was going with had a
houseboat, and that sounded like great fun to her.  There were other
reasons she wanted to go, we'll get to that later.

   She was going with a girl named Lynette, whom she'd just recently
befriended.  Lynette was new at school, just starting new this year. 
Dawnielle knew her barely a month.  But, they'd become fairly good friends,
in a hurry.  Dawnielle already had two "best" friends, Gloria and Jessica,
with whom she now shared many secrets.  Lynette was good for a friend, too,
although...  they didn't really have any secrets to share.  Not till the
weekend they went to the lake, at least.

   After school, Dawnielle raced home and got her stuff ready.  Her older
brother drove her to Lynette's house, and Lynette showed her where to put
her bag, in the back of her dad's truck.  The girls crawled in the back
seat, and Lynette's little brother Randy crawled in, also.  Her dad and mom
finally got ready, and they took off, for the lake.  The trip was fun,
Dawnielle enjoyed the company of the whole family.

   At the lake, they put the ski boat they'd brought in the water, and the
kids went up to the store for last-minute items.  They all piled in the
boat, and they took off across the lake for the boat dock.  When they
pulled up to the houseboat, Dawnielle was impressed.  The thing was as huge
as an ocean liner to her.  They tied up, and she helped unload the boat. 
Lynette's mom, Yvonne, had asked her if she could swim, so they didn't make
her wear a life jacket the whole time, thank goodness.

   The girls took the rear cabin, throwing their gear on the bunks.  Randy
came back, and claimed the top bunk.  Dawnielle was pleased, it looked like
the girls would have to share a bunk.  Dawnielle had some long-range plans
for Lynette, and she felt like this might help somewhat.  Sleeping with her
might help.

   Her dad finally fired up the motors, untied from the dock, and they
slowly left the harbor.  They cruised for an hour, and finally, in a little
cove on the far end of the lake, Lynette's dad Bob threw out the anchor. 
It was quiet and peaceful, and the weather was beautiful.  The sun hung in
the sky, warm and golden.  Dawnielle felt happy and peaceful.  This was
going to be a fun weekend.  She had no idea just how fun.



   --==+==-

   Mr.  Hester grilled steaks, and they had a fine dinner.  He packed up
the kids, and they took off in the ski boat, and Dawnielle got her first
skiing lessons.  She actually got up and stayed up a few seconds, even.  It
was fun, but exhausting.  He let Randy drive the boat, and even offered the
girls a turn, but they were content to sit on the bench seat in the back
and look cute.  Dawnielle noticed Bob staring at her more and more often in
the mirror in the sunvisor, enough that she began to get self-concious
about it.  Well, she finally told herself, maybe he just likes pretty
girls. He could hardly stare at his daughter.  Nothing is wrong.  Guys like
girls.  This is normal.

   She knew that he was seeing something cute when he looked at her.  She
was slim, muscular and brown, after a summer at camp.  Her face wasn't just
simply attractive, Dawnielle had that classic beauty look that most women
would kill for.  And her body.  She knew that she was a foxy lady.

   Lynette was much the same.  She was a bit more pixie-ish, but she was
very cute, too.  Probably more cute than beautiful, in fact.  Lynette was
just a bit smaller than Dawnielle, but she was a hard-body, too.  Years of
dance had turned her legs into steel, and made her butt a high mass of
muscle.  She was a wet dream, just like Dawnielle.

   They got back to the houseboat, and there was maybe an hour of daylight
left.  Randy loudly proclaimed he was going swimming, and the girls looked
at each other and nodded.  Lynette motioned Dawnielle back towards the back
of the houseboat, and she followed the other girl.

   "I gotta tell you something." Lynette said.  Ah ha, thought Dawnielle,
here it comes.  One of the main reasons Dawnielle was so eager to join
Lynette in their family outing was because of something she'd overheard
Lynette say to a girl in gym class.  They'd been laughing about being naked
in the showers, and how some girls were uptight about it.  Lynette had said
that since her family went naked at the lake, that it didn't bother her. 
Dawnielle had done her share of being naked at the lake at camp that
summer, and her ears perked up at that.  She had hoped, when Lynette
invited her, that this was the lake they did it at.  Her whole family? 
That sounded interesting.  We shall see, thought Dawnielle, we shall see.

   "Dawny.  I gotta tell you somethin'," said Lynette, conspiritorial-ish.
"I probably should have mentioned it before now, but...  anyway, my
family...  my family mostly goes naked, here, at the lake...  especially
after the sun goes down...  You can leave your suit on if you don't wanna,
we'll understand..."

   "Oh, no, shit no..." said Dawnielle, almost feeling a wave of
pleasurable heat break over her body.  "Lyn...  I'm kinda used to that,
too...  it's no big deal..."

   "Good, good!" Lynette was pleased, Dawnielle could tell.  Lynette
started stripping her clothes off, and Dawnielle quickly followed suit. 
Suddenly Randy appeared, stark naked and bearing his clothes, grumbling
because his mother had made him put them up before he got in the water.

   The three of them went back out to the bow of the houseboat.  Mrs. 
Hester said, "You kids be very careful, when it gets dark, especially. 
Swim around a while, first, before you jump in, to make sure there are no
stumps below the water."

   Dawnielle felt excited to be naked in front of Lynette's parents.  She
could almost feel Bob Hester's eyes track over her body.  She saw him stare
at her breasts, and then his eyes moved down.  She wondered what he thought
of her smoothly-shaven pussy.  Lynette was pretty hairy, she'd noticed,
when they'd stripped.

   She realized with a shock that this was the first time a man was seeing
her naked.  Lots of girls and women had seen her, mostly this summer, but
this was the first time a man had seen her.  She felt a twitch from her
pussy, and she could almost feel it getting wet.  She already liked Mr. 
Hester, he was fairly young, to be a dad, and he was muscular and had a
good body for an old fart.  She was pleased to show herself off to him. 
She turned, so he could see her ass.  He stared at her without the
slightest bit of embarrassment, to her pleasure.

   Lynette's little brother, Randy, was eleven.  He was a normal kid, kind
of bratty, but Dawnielle decided he was okay, for a boy.  She stared at his
little weenie, and wondered what it would look like if it got hard.  Surely
it would get hard sometimes this weekend, with two beautiful girls hanging
around.

   The three kids finally went over the side, and played and swam until the
sun went down.  Lynette took Dawnielle to the very front of the boat, and
said, "Dawny, I wanna show you something cool.  Hold your breath and follow
me."

   They dove down beneath the boat, and swam a few feet forward.  When they
came up they were beneath the boat.  The body of it was barely a foot above
their heads.  The whole center was hollow.  Their voices echoed weirdly and
they giggled.  Water dripped on their heads.  They hung from metal bracing,
suspended in the almost complete darkness.

   Dawnielle felt Lynette's breath on her face.  "Dawny.  My dad really
liked you.  You're all he stared at, girl."

   Dawnielle giggled.  "Well, he couldn't hardly stare at his own
daughter."

   "The hell he can't.  He stares at me all the time."

   "Really.  You think he...  likes you like that?"

   "Dawnielle.  Dearest.  There's a lot more I have to tell you.  You might
even see some of it this weekend.  I hope you're not easily...  shocked."

   "Lynette.  I'm not shockable.  I've seen stuff...  done stuff that might
shock you, in fact."

   "Dawnielle, my family...  my family is a little bit weird.  My
parents... are very open-minded about some stuff."

   "Okay...  like..."

   "Well, like sex, for instance.  They've never hidden it from us, from me
and Randy.  I've seen them have sex a thousand times.  And I've seen my mom
suck Randy's...  suck Randy.  All the time."

   Dawnielle's mind raced.  This was turning out better than she'd ever
hoped for.

   "Lynette," she said.  "If your mom sucks off your little brother, what
does your dad do to you?  Has he ever fucked you?" She got a naughty thrill
from just asking.

   "No...  not yet, if ever...  but he licks me all the time.  He's a good
pussy licker.  I dunno...  I've been thinking a long time about whether I
should let him fuck me or not.  In a way, I want to wait for the right guy
to come along.  But still, it would be special, since he's...  my dad."

   "Yeah...  I understand," said Dawnielle.  "Still, you're fifteen,
girl... your not gonna be young forever." They both giggled.

   "Dawnielle," said Lynette.  Dawnielle could feel the girl's breath in
her face, and new she was just inches away.  "Have you ever made it with a
boy?  Are you still a virgin?"

   Dawnielle laughed softly to herself.  She felt like that Lynette and her
were already close enough to talk about this stuff.  She didn't worry about
saying the wrong thing.  She felt more and more confident about being able
to get what she wanted.

   "Lynette.  I'm still a virgin, kind of.  I've never made it with a boy,
but I've made it with...  let's see...  five girls so far, just this summer
alone.  At the moment, I seem to like girls...  I dunno why...  I used to
be boy crazy, but now...  I dunno."

   It was silent for a while.  She could hear the waves splashing on the
outside of the boat, and little waves splashing on the inside.  She felt
Lynette's body, just inches away from her, bump her occasionally. 
Lynette's naked, voluptous body.  Her sexy body.  Suddenly Dawnielle
realized that she was very very horny.  Before this night is over, she
thought, I am going to have a taste of this girl.  It's virtually
guaranteed, now.

   "Dawnielle..." said Lynette.  "Is that what you did at camp?  Is that
what you and Gloria were talking about the other day."

   "Yeah," Dawnielle laughed.  "Gloria is boy-crazy, but I convinced her to
give girls a try, at least.  She is sweet.  I love that girl."

   "Jeezus," said Lynette.  "Shit.  You are lucky, girl."

   "Me?  Why?"

   "To get to go to camp and do shit like that.  Is that where you did it
all, at camp?"

   "Well, except for the shit with Gloria and Jessica, yes."

   "You are making it with them, both?"

   "Every now and then.  Like I said, they are more boy-crazy than I am."

   "Do you think you'll ever be?"

   "I dunno...  I admit I'm curious...  but I like girls.  Girls are sweet.
Girls are way better pussy eaters than guys."

   "How do you know that?  You ever been ate out by a guy?"

   "Well...  no..."

   "Dawny, you oughta give my dad a go...  he's pretty damn good...  he can
make me cum like crazy..."

   "Uhm...  we'll see...  that sounds like fun..."

   "Shit.  It is."

   "Is your mom not jealous at all then?  She won't be jealous of me?"

   "No, it won't bother her.  Dawnielle.  I've even let my mom eat my
pussy. She's as good as my dad.  I know what you mean about girls doing
it."

   Ah, thought Dawnielle.  Pay dirt.  If this little girl will fuck around
with her mom, she'll fuck around with me.

   "Lynette," said Dawnielle.  "Thank you for inviting me along.  I've had
a great time, already.  And I think it's just going to get better."

   She leaned forward, until their faces touched.  They moved around a
little, until their lips touched.  Lynette seemed to want it as badly as
Dawnielle did.  Oh, heaven, thought Dawnielle.  Kissing a girl is heaven.
I'm in love, all over again.  She felt Lynette's tongue touch her own.  She
slowly gathered the other girl in her arms.



   --==+==-

   When they finally emerged from under the boat, the others were a little
worried.  All was well, though, and the three of them sat in innertubes and
watched the sun set.  Dawnielle heard Lynette's dad rise from his chair. 
"Folks," he said.  "I'm going native." Yvonne rose, too, and they
disappeared inside the houseboat.  The kids paddled around to the ladder,
tossed the innertubes aboard, and climbed up.  They drip-dryed, sitting in
chairs on the deck, and Lynette's parents emerged from inside.  Dawnielle
was pleased to see that they were both naked, although it was too dark to
really see anything.  They all sat, and got arranged.

   "Dawnielle." Yvonne spoke.  "I guess Lynette told you that we are
naturists.  I hope it doesn't bother you, or cause you to get in trouble."

   "Mrs.  Hester," Dawnielle said.  "It's no problem at all.  I'm used to
being naked, after camp this summer.  And my parents?  What they don't know
won't hurt them." She giggled, and Lynette joined it.

   "Well, good.  Just remember how hard secrets are to keep, sometimes."

   "Yes." Dawnielle nodded.  She was wondered when and if the sex would
start.  They just sat and talked, and enjoyed the evening.  Just being
naked was enough for Dawnielle, she felt sexy, and alive.  They had two
more days of this.  Surely more was going to happen.



   --==+==-

   "Enough of this shit." Mr.  Hester finally said.  "Let's play cards." He
rose, and went inside.  The others followed him, and Randy shut the door.
Yvonne turned on the lights, and Dawnielle got her first glimpse of an
adult cock.  Oh, she thought, that is cool, Mr.  Hester had a nice one.  It
hung down, soft, and she could see his balls hanging below it.  She could
feel her pussy oozing.  His cock was all covered with skin, and even had
the funniest little stem of skin poking out of the end of it.  And Mrs. 
Hester didn't look too bad, either.  She was built a lot like Dawnielle's
camp president, Mrs.  Lyndoria.  Nice tits, and nice brown nipples.  She
was hairy, though, where Mrs.  Lyndoria was smooth-shaven.  Once again,
Dawnielle wondered what they thought of her, being smooth.

   They all sat around the table, and to her satisfaction, Mr.  Hester was
directly to the right of Dawnielle, and she had a direct view of his cock.
Very interesting, she thought.  They played poker, using pennies, and
Dawnielle had a hard time keeping her mind on the game.  She was more
interested in watching Mr.  Hester's cock.  She noticed that sometimes it
got longer and longer, and she could see his balls moving underneath, at
times.  She realized she was imagining what it would feel like, to touch
it. Oh heavens, she thought.  I hope I'll get to, before this weekend is
over.

   Bob Hester was not an idiot.  He could tell his daughter's friend was
very interested in his cock.  He held back for a while, and then finally he
thought, fuck it.  Go for broke.  He let his penis began to harden.  This
girl was sweet, no doubt about it.  He could see her tits easily, and her
cute little pussy just by moving his head slightly.  She was clean-shaven,
and that turned him on, thinking about how soft she'd feel.  He wanted to
feel her, bad.

   Oh, thought Dawnielle, how cool.  She watched his cock grow and grow,
and straighten up.  She didn't know much about feet or inches, but she new
a nice long cock when she saw one.  Bob Hester had measured his cock quite
often as a young man, and it was almost eight inches.  He was proud to show
it off in front of this sweet young thing.  His own daughter had sucked his
dick, just last night.  He wondered if this girl just might play around,
too.  He hoped so.

   Randy finally started giggling.  "Dad..." he said, pointing to Bob's
cock.

   "So what?" his mom said, reaching down and jacking his smaller cock. 
"Shit happens."

   He giggled some more.  The girls giggled a lot.

   "Sorry," said Bob.  "Can't control it."

   "Yeah, right," his wife said, pretending to be pissed.  They all giggled
some more.

   Now Randy's cock was hard.  Not bad for a kid, thought Dawnielle.  She
could see the cap of it sticking up from behind the table.  The little cap
on the end was almost red.

   Mr.  Hester stood up and went to the fridge.  He got out a beer. 
"Ladies?" he said, and Yvonne and Lynette both nodded.  "Sure!" said
Dawnielle, not wanting to be left out.  She popped the top on it, and took
a taste.  Ugh.  Lynette actually seemed to like hers, so Dawnielle thought,
what the hell, and sipped away.  Randy was mad that they wouldn't let him
have one, and he and his mother had a talk about it.  Obviously this wasn't
the first time.

   "Oh, you poor baby," his mother finally said.  "How about a nice blow,
to make up for it?"

   Randy agreed immediately.  That's, of course, what he'd been hoping for
all along.  He turned, and his mother bent her body forward, and took his
cute little cock in her mouth.  Dawnielle was fascinated.  She could feel
the juices oozing out of her cunt.  She wanted to put her fingers down
there so bad she couldn't hardly stand it.

   "Well, that ended peacefully." Bob said, laughing.  His dick was still
rock hard, and he was still standing, probably to show it off better,
Dawnielle figured.  She was right, of course.

   "Dad.  Come here," said Lynette, crooking her finger at him.

   Yvonne raised up from her son's cock.  "Dawnielle, honey, if any of this
offends you or you don't want to watch, we'll be glad to stop.  You are our
guest, and we want you to have a good time."

   Dawnielle actually felt herself blushing.  "Oh, no, Mrs.  Hester, please
don't stop.  I like sex...  I mean it doesn't bother me any...  I did stuff
like this at camp...  I mean, just with girls, but...  it was sex,
anyway..." she finished, kind of lamely.  But she hoped they got the idea.

   "That must have been some kind of camp you went to." Bob said, shaking
his head.  "Camp was nothing like that, when I went."

   "Well," said Dawnielle, "It wasn't supposed to be like that.  But it
just kind of worked out that way."

   "Well, honey, just let us know if we need to tone it down." said Mrs. 
Hester, and returned her attentions to her son's hard cock.

   "Dawny." said Randy, looking at Dawnielle's pussy.  "You are... 
shaved..."

   "Yeah," she said, almost embarrassed.  He just stared.

   "I've been thinking about trying that," said Yvonne, nodding.

   "Yeah," said Lynette.  "Me too.  In fact...  Mom?  Did you bring any
razors?"

   "Your dad has a few disposables, dear," said Yvonne.

   Bob was now standing in front of his daughter.  She reached out, and
took his cock in her hands.  Both her hands still didn't even cover his
whole cock, Dawnielle noticed.

   "Dawny," said Lynette.  "You ever sucked one?"

   Dawnielle shook her head.  She was eager to see this.

   "Well," said Lynette.  "Watch, and learn." She reached out, and took his
cock in her hand.  She slid the foreskin back, and rubbed it all over with
her hand.  She slowly licked around the cap of her dad's cock, and then
took it in her mouth.  Dawnielle watched as more and more of it disappeared
down the girl's throat.  She was amazed.  Lynette finally began pumping in
and out, and Bob groaned with pleasure.  His daughter was one sweet little
cocksucker, he thought.  This other girl...  he had high hopes for her. 
She was delectable.  And she really looked interested.

   Dawnielle was interested.  She just couldn't stand it any more, and she
slowly moved her hand down towards her pussy.  She carefully touched her
clit with her finger, and wiggled it around as she watched Lynette suck off
her father.

   Bob could see what she was doing, and almost popped his nut right then
and there.  He held it back, though, as hard as it was.  Lynette sucked and
played, running his cock in and out of her mouth, rubbing her teeth along
the bottomside.  Her mother had taught her well.  Finally he could stand it
no longer.  He had hoped to hold back, just in case Dawnielle wanted to try
on him, but he just couldn't contain himself.

   "Goddammit, girl..." he said, grabbing Lynette's head with both hands.
"I'm...  cumming..."

   He filled her mouth with his seed, locking his knees, straining with all
his might.  Damn, she was good.  She took it all without spilling a drop,
and kept on sucking.  Until his dick started going down.  He sighed, and
dropped into a seat.

   "Dawnielle," said Lynette.  "Kiss me."

   Dawnielle turned, and they touched lips.  She felt Lynette's tongue
enter her mouth, and tasted sperm for the first time.  She liked it, she
decided.  It had a taste all it's own, but she liked it.

   They kissed for a minute, or more.  Finally they realized the others
were watching them, and they broke apart, giggling.

   "Lynette, darling, is there something we need to know?" her mother said.

   Lynette giggled.  "No.  We kiss.  So what."

   "Nothing, dear.  If that's your thing, go for it." Her mother said,
laughing.  Yvonne was done with Randy, he'd came at some point while
Dawnielle was watching Lynette suck off her father.  They sat around and
talked a while, and finally Yvonne dragged out the Monopoly game.

   Hours later, Randy and Lynette were yawning.  Dawnielle had finished her
second beer, and was feeling warm and happy, and a little bit dizzy.  Randy
finally dragged off to bed, and Yvonne crawled in her bunk, and watched Bob
tease the girls.

   "Well," said Lynette.  "I guess it's about that time..."

   "Lynette," said her dad.  "How about one for the road?"

   "Again?" exclaimed Lynette.  She giggled, as did Dawnielle.

   "Bob, you dick," said Yvonne from her bunk.  "Give the poor girl a
break."

   "Dawny," Lynette looked at Dawnielle, her eyes shining.  "You wanna? 
Wanna try it?"

   Dawnielle squirmed.  She did want to try it, bad.  But she was afraid of
messing it up for him.  And she was afraid of what would happen when he
came, if she'd choke, or cough.  She thought, do I really want to start
this, too?  After all the things I've done so far?  Do I want to involve
guys, also?

   She did, though.  She had no desire to be fucked, for some reason, and
she couldn't be fucked.  She wasn't on the pill.  She wasn't going to take
that chance.  But this, this...  this seemed kind of like fun.  She
realized she was preparing her mouth for his cock.

   "Yes, I wanna try it," she said, firmly.  "Lynette.  You'll have to help
me."

   "With pleasure, darlin'," said Lynette giggling.

   It wasn't the momentous event she'd expected, when his cock entered her
mouth.  She thought she'd feel a shock or something, but she didn't.  It
did feel good, though, His cock was soft and warm.  Well, not soft, it was
pretty damn hard, after Lynette had pumped it up for him.  It was hard, and
soft at the same time.  It felt good.  It felt fun, to Dawnielle.  I am
sucking a guy off, she told herself.  I am sucking a cock.

   She sucked, feeling it go far down in her throat.  Any more, she knew,
and she'd gag.  She moved her head up and down, and he groaned in pleasure.
She felt a rush, at that, knowing that she'd done that for him.  She looked
out of the corner of her eye, and saw Yvonne staring down at her, grinning.
She knew she was doing alright.  Lynette had her hand on the back of
Dawnielle's neck, but she didn't do anything.  Dawnielle sucked him down,
and ran it back out again.  He sighed loudly.



   "You are good, darlin'," Bob said.  He meant it.  For a first timer, the
girl was good.  She was a natural-born cocksucker.  He did what he often
did with his daughter, he reached down and fondled her breasts as she
sucked him.  This girl had fine breasts.  Nice, hand-sized breasts, high
and firm.  Her nipples were to die for, huge and puffy, and they stuck out
a good three quarters of an inch.  He wanted to suck on them, bad.  If
she'll suck my cock, he thought, surely she'll let me suck her tits.  He
wanted to eat her pussy worst of all, though.  As fine as she was, he knew
she'd have an exquisite pussy.  A pussy to really die for.  He hoped
Lynette had told her that he ate her pussy, hers, his daughter's.  He hoped
Dawnielle was curious.

   Dawnielle sure as hell was curious.  But she was having big-time fun, at
the moment.  The feeling of his cock in her mouth was turning her on to the
max.  She literally felt a streak down her leg as her pussy dripped.  She
was that turned on.  She remembered what Lynette had said about Bob eating
her pussy, and that she, Dawnielle, had been kind of reticent about it. 
She sure as hell wasn't, now.  Not now.  She'd have ground it into his face
right now, if the opportunity presented itself.

   She loved how his dick got a little harder, each time she sucked.  She
finally, hesitantly reached up, and took his balls in her hand.  They
really did feel good, now.  So soft and bouncy...  she cupped them and
rubbed them, and grasped them up where they joined his body, wrapping her
fingers around them.  She was in heaven.  I was made for eating pussy, she
thought, but I was made for this, too.  I like girls the most, but I'll
always be ready to suck a cock.

   She felt a contraction from his cock, and then another.  He was close to
cumming, very close.  He was very turned on by the sweet young girl sucking
him.  He knew he'd just cum a few hours ago, but he knew that he was going
to fill this girl's mouth up, big time.

   "Darling..." he said, wanting to warn her.  "Darling, I'm going to cum.
Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

   "Mmmmf..." she said, nodding her head.  She sucked all the harder,
wondering what would happen next.  She felt his prostate clench, at the
base of his cock.  Something squirted in her mouth, and squirted again. 
She swallowed convulsively, and it squirted again.  And again.  She
swallowed again.  One more big squirt, and then a few little ones.  She was
happy she had managed without getting it everywhere.  The taste was very
light, the same taste she'd tasted on Lynette's tongue.  Sperms, she
thought.  I have eaten sperms.

   She finally sucked the length of his softening cock one last time, and
let it drop from her mouth.  When it was out of her mouth she could taste
the spermy taste much stronger, but she didn't mind it at all.  It tasted
good, to her.  I could do this every day, she thought.  If I had somebody,
I would.  Every day.

   "Congrats, darlin'," said Lynette, hugging her.  Dawnielle giggled, and
kissed the girl.

   "That was...  spectacular," Bob said, patting her on the back.

   "You did great, Dawnielle," said, Yvonne, from her bunk.  Dawnielle
smiled her thanks up at her.

   "Come on," said Lynette, and headed out onto the deck.  Dawnielle
followed her, and they sat in the deck chairs, giggling.

   "You did good, girl," said Lynette.

   "It was fun," said Dawnielle.  "I didn't know it'd be so much fun."

   "Dad has a nice cock," said Lynette.  "I know not everybody is that big.
But he's got a nice one."

   "Lynette.  When did you do it the first time?  How old were you?"

   "Well...  I played around with it forever...  but I probably first put
it in my mouth when I was six or so...  I think I was nine or ten when I
first sucked him off, when he came in my mouth.  My mom showed me how."

   "Damn.  Your family," said Dawnielle.  They both giggled.

   "What about Randy?" said Dawnielle.  "You ever do him."

   "Hell, every night.  He's fun to do.  You can get it all in your mouth.
And his spunk tastes better, to me at least."

   "Goddam," said Dawnielle.  "Girl, you got it made."

   "Oh, it gets better," said Lynette.  "Me and Randy...  we do it, kind
of...  I let him stick it in my butt...  I'm still a virgin, but I've been
ass-fucked a hundred times.  He's good at it, his dick stays hard forever."

   "Shee-it." That, now, Dawnielle thought.  That I might do.  I wouldn't
chance it, in my pussy, but I might, my butt.  If it didn't hurt too much.

   "Does your mom and dad know you guys butt-fuck?"

   "I don't think so.  But, hell, they don't care.  My dad don't care for
shit, as long as he's gettin' it every now and then.  I could get away with
murder, with him."

   "Do you cum, when he does it in your butt?"

   "Hell yeah, but I'm usually fingerin' myself, too."

   Shit.  This boat trip was getting better and better.

   The door opened, and Mr.  Hester came out.  He shut the door, and sat
down across from Dawnielle.

   "Darlin'," he said.  "I just wanted to tell you thanks for what you did
for me.  You are very good, and a very sweet girl.  I'm glad you came along
with us."

   "I'm glad, too," Dawnielle said, when he paused.

   "Well, if there's anything I can ever do for you, let me know," he said,
and stood up.  She could see his soft cock hanging limply, in the dim
light.

   "He means," said Lynette, giggling.  "He means he'll be glad to eat your
pussy if you want him too."

   "Darlin'..." said Bob.  "It's not always about sex..."

   "Almost always, it is," replied Lynette, still giggling.

   "Oh, yes, I'd like that," said Dawnielle, surprising even herself.

   There was no sound for a moment except Lynette's giggles.

   "Pardon me?" said Bob, hoping he'd understood her correctly.

   "I'd like that," said Dawnielle.  "I'd like for you to."

   Bob sighed.  His every dream was coming true, this weekend.  He only had
one more, after this.  Well, two.  He wanted, bad, to fuck his daughter. 
And he wanted, bad, to fuck this sweet young thing.  But getting to eat her
pussy...  that was going to be icing on the cake.

   He settled down on his knees, before her.

   "Are you really sure, darlin'?" he asked, and she nodded.

   "Hell yeah," she said, making him laugh.

   "You ever had your pussy ate?" he asked.

   "Not by a guy," she said.  "By girls and...  women...  but not by a
guy."

   "Oh shit," he said.  "That is sexy.  Tell me about it."

   "Well, just stuff at camp.  A girl I bunked with, and then our
counselor, and then the lady that ran the camp, and then two other girls.
And then my two girlfriends when I got home."

   "Goddam," he said softly.  "You have been a busy girl this summer."

   "I guess," Dawnielle giggled.  She felt his fingers on the insides of
her knees, and she spread her legs as wide as the chair would allow.  He
scooted in, and she scooted forwards a little, letting her butt hang over
the edge of the chair.  She realized that she was holding her breath.

   Dawnielle was no stranger to having her pussy eaten.  Lisa, her
counselor at camp, was an expert at it, and the camp president, Miss
Lyndoria, was even better.  She literally had hundreds of orgasms on the
end of their tongues, not the mention the other girls she'd made it with.
And her two friends, Jessica and Gloria...  she'd even had a few with them.
She was certainly no stranger to oral sex, and she had enough experience to
be a good judge of technique.

   Bob had a great technique.  For a guy, he was pretty damn good, she
decided in a hurry.  He sucked her, hard.  He pulled her clit into his
mouth and almost pulled it off, he sucked so hard.  It hurt, but it felt
good.  She felt, that quick, the familiar twitch deep in her legs that
meant she was going to cum.

   He went all around her cunt, circling it.  He dipped down, and licked
her asshole, eating her sweet taste up.  The girl tasted great, he thought.
Just like what pussy and ass should taste like.  And young and sweet, on
top of it all.  He wanted to die with this taste in his mouth.  He pressed
his tongue into her cunt, imagining he could feel her hymen, her
maidenhead...  for some reason he knew she was still a virgin.  His tongue
was so sensitive that he located her urethra, her pee-hole, and tongued it.
He returned to her clit, feeling her squirm with pleasure.

   He loved the smooth silky feel of her pussy.  Both his wife and daughter
were hairy, and that didn't bother him, but this one...  this one was
special.  It felt so soft and smooth...  he knew she'd just shaved it this
morning, it was so smooth.  He rubbed his lips on hers, and loved the shit
out of it.

   Her cunt smelled like heaven, to him.  A light scent, but pussy all the
way.  This is the standard, he thought, this is what pussy should smell
like.  I should get to smell this every day.  I should be so lucky.

   He ran his hands up her firm tight belly, and grasped her tits again. 
She had such fine tits.  And those nipples.  He licked his way up her
belly, and finally wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.  His finger
was busy on her clit as he sucked her tits, one after the other, sucking as
much of her breast in his mouth as he could.  She had fine, fine suckable
nipples, he thought.  She had eighteens on a scale of one to ten.

   Finally, almost reluctantly, he dropped back to her pussy.  Her sweet
pussy.  He ran his fingers under her ass, and rapidly located her sweet
little asshole.  He pressed his finger into it, feeling the puckered skin
on his fingertip, and feeling her sphincter tighten and then give away to
his questing finger.  It didn't seem to bother her a bit and he sawed his
finger in and out of her asshole.  He could smell a faint hint of shit in
the air, and it just turned him on more.

   His dick, almost worn out from the evening's activities, was hard again.
He heard his daughter say "Awww," and felt her hands on it.  He finally got
up on his knees, and Lynette lay down between his legs, and he squatted. 
She slid his hard cock into her mouth with practiced ease, and began
sucking.  Goddam, he thought.  It just doesn't get any better than this. 
All that's left is to fuck these sweet bitches.  Cunt-fuck and maybe
ass-fuck, if I be so lucky.  Then I could die.  I've already gone to
heaven.

   It wasn't hard to tell when Dawnielle came, the first time.  She
certainly didn't try to hide it.  She'd gotten used to cumming with abandon
at camp this summer, and this was no different, to her.  She moaned and
snuffled and hiccuped, and came mightily.  She expected more than one,
that's another thing that she'd gotten used to at camp.  He tried his best
to please her.  He just kept on going after he'd felt her cum the first
time.

   He realized that he was going to cum himself, pretty quickly.  His
daughter was sucking him hard, almost making the cap of his dick hurt.  One
of her hands was cupped around his balls, almost pulling on them.  Her
other hand was around one of his buttocks, her fingertip halfway inside his
asshole.  The little perv.  How did he ever get blessed with a
psycho-sexual little girl like this?  Holy fucking shit, he thought.  He
could hear the back of her head hitting the deck every time she pulled his
dick out.  Shee-it.  She was so hard-core.

   Dawnielle came again, and finally, he let himself cum.  He came hard,
filling his daughter's mouth up, sending some down her cheek into her hair.
She coughed and slurped his sperm down her throat, and finally giggled. 
She crawled out from between his legs, and he stood up, cramps in his legs.

   "Shee-it." he said.

   "What?" said Lynette.

   "Now I gotta go fuck your mother.  You've probably gotten me in trouble,
girls."

   The two girls giggled.  They didn't feel too sorry for him.



   --==+==-

   They walked to the back of the houseboat along the little walkway, and
went in the back door.  Dawnielle was kind of tired, but she still had
plans for Lynette that night.  Lynette started to crawl into their bunk,
but then stopped.

   "Dawnielle.  Watch this," Lynette whispered, and quietly climbed the
ladder to Randy's bunk.  She reached over and turned the light on, so
Dawnielle could see.  He lay there, asleep, flat on his back.  Lynette
slowly drew the sheet down, and brought his cute little dick into view. 
She looked at Dawnielle, giggled, and then leaned forward, and took it in
her mouth.  Randy slept on as she sucked, and slowly his dick began to
harden.

   He woke up as Dawnielle was crawling up the ladder.

   "Hey," he spluttered, as his big sister sucked his cock.  "What're
you... hey..." he realized finally what was going on, and lay back.  "I
was...  sleepin'," he finally said.

   "Well, we can go back down, then," said Lynette, giggling.

   "No, that's okay," he said, sighing as she kneaded his little balls. 
She reached down with her lips and sucked them into her mouth, also. 
Dawnielle was eager to try that.  She let Lynette suck him for a while
longer, and then made some inquisitive noises.

   Lynette finally laughed, and let him drop from her mouth.

   "You wanna, girl?" she said, and Dawnielle nodded.  Dawnielle scooted
over slightly, and bent down, taking Randy's cock in her mouth.  Oh, that
felt sexy, she thought, he was much smaller than his dad, but it still
really turned her on for some reason.  His balls were so soft, she held
them gently in her hand, and finally did what Lynette had done, and sucked
them into her mouth, along with his whole cock.  Now that, she thought,
that feels sexy.  His cock was hairless, and smooth, just like me, she
thought.

   She finally let his balls drop, and rubbed the underneath side of his
cock with her lip.  He moaned, and she was pleased she'd made him feel that
good.

   "I'm gonna have a...  cum..." he finally said, and to her great pleasure
Dawnielle felt his muscles clench, and he squirted his load in her mouth.
To her surprise he seemed to squirt as much as his dad had, he just about
filled her mouth, and she finally hastily gulped it down.  He tasted great,
fresh and young and sweet.  Sucking cocks is fun, she thought, and the
little ones are just as much fun as the big ones.

   Finally, after she'd slurped all the semen she could from his cock, they
went down the ladder to their bunk.  Lynette turned out the light, and they
crawled in.  Dawnielle thought, now, ha-ha, now I'm going to taste this
girl.  She rolled Lynette over on top of her own body, and they kissed,
slowly and sensuously.



   --==+==-

   The next thing Dawnielle knew, it was morning.  She could hear Randy
stirring above them, and people moving in the kitchen.  She realized that
she could smell bacon cooking.  Shit, she thought.  Her plans for Lynette
would have to wait.  Maybe not, she thought, and she leaned over and kissed
the other girl awake.  "Good mornin', darlin'," she said, and Lynette
giggled and yawned.

   They got up, still as stark naked as they'd gone to bed as.  They
wondered into the kitchen/dining room, and both Lynette's parents were up,
both wearing swimsuits.  Good mornings were said all around, and Dawnielle
was relieved that nobody seemed embarrassed about the stuff that had
happened last night.  Randy finally got up, and they had a wonderful
breakfast, and everybody seemed to warm up to the day.

   "Put your suits on, kids, and let's go to the beach," Bob said, and they
did, and all piled into the ski boat.  They stayed at the beach until early
afternoon.  It was great fun, there was lots of kids there, some that
Lynette knew from spending the summer at the lake.  There were some nice
boys, and Lynette seemed right at home in the middle of them, and Dawnielle
let herself loosen up, too.  There was one boy that she really hit it off
with, Russel, and she felt like, if she just liked boys a little bit more,
they could almost be a couple.  He finally found a pen, and wrote his
number on her hand, and then on her shoulder when she mentioned how quickly
things wore off your hand.

   Randy's dad found them, and told them that Randy and his friends wanted
to go skiing.  "Dad," said Lynette.  "Can we just stay here, and you pick
us up later?"

   "Sure," said her dad, and after some instructions they all left in the
boat.  Lynette and Dawnielle went back to the crowd of teenagers, and
pretty quickly Lynette picked a boy out and cut him out of the herd.  The
two of them, along with Dawnielle and Russel walked down the beach, until
they were quite a ways from the beach crowd.  They sat down on some logs,
and talked for an hour or so.

   Finally Lynette and her boyfriend, James, started cuddling and hugging
on each other.  When the first kiss came, Dawnielle stood up and motioned
to Russel.  They walked up the beach some more.  Finally Dawnielle went
back in the forest, a ways.  Russel followed, patiently waiting on her to
show him just what she had in mind.

   She finally happened onto the foundation of an old building, and sat. 
He carefully sat beside her.

   "Russel," she said.  She wanted to be straight with him.  She didn't
want him to get his hopes up on her account.

   "Yeah," he said, and she looked at him.  He was staring at her dreamily.
She realized that he was probably already in love with her.  And who
wouldn't be, she thought.  I'm a fox.

   "Russel, I don't want to jerk you around.  I want you to understand."

   "Understand...  what..." he acted like he was a thousand miles away. 
She wondered if he was imagining what she looked like beneath her clothes,
or something like that.

   "Russel.  Dearest.  I like girls, not boys, but I will be your friend,
and I'll give you a blow job if you want it."

   Shit, she thought, whatever made me say that?  What have I become?  This
is day two guy three for me.  Where will this end?

   He was through looking dreamy.  He looked positively shocked, now.  She
realized that she had probably completely blown his mind.

   "You...  girls...  what?" he finally said, and she had to giggle.  Yes,
his mind was blown.

   "Russel.  Do you want a blow job, or not?" she said, and he nodded
violently.

   "Ever had one before?" she asked.  He shook his head, looking
embarrassed.

   "Well, darlin', nothing to it.  Just relax, and enjoy."



   --==+==-

   He asked her, shyly, before they ever started, if he could see her.

   "What do you mean?  See my tits, or my pussy?" she replied, a bit
confused, although she realized that to a boy like him, with even less
sexual experience that herself, it was only natural.

   He had nodded, smiling, and she sighed.  Well, shit, she thought, I
started this thing.  Whatever.  She looked all around, but they appeared to
be alone, miles from anywhere.  She hoped that that was true.  She slid her
bikini top off, and was gratified to hear him suck in a ragged breath.  She
kicked the bottoms down her legs, and stood before him, stark naked.  He
put one hand up, like he was going to touch her, and then dropped it.

   "Russel, you can touch," she said, and he hesitantly reached for her
breast.  The next ten minutes were enjoyable to her, he carressed and
squeezed and pinched her fat nipples.  She had about as much fun as
somebody can have, with just tits.

   "Russel," she finally said.  "Sit down.  Let me show you my pussy."

   They sat on the foundation, and there followed a little lesson on female
anatomy, as she intoduced him to the mysteries of the female form.  She
spread her pussy wide, and indicated her clit, and her pee-hole, and her
vagina proper, all the parts that made her what she was.  He was
fascinated, as any boy would be, and touched her here and there with a
trembling hand.  She looked down, to see his shorts tenting up, at what
seemed to be a reasonable height.

   "Well," she finally said, realizing that at some point they'd have to
meet back up with Mr.  Hester.  "Russel, drop your shorts.  We'd better get
this done, if we're going to do it."

   It felt strange to her, to be the one in charge, but she accepted the
role easily.  She realized by then that he'd probably had no sexual
experience whatsoever.

   He stood, and almost reluctantly slid his shorts down his legs.  His
cock flopped free, and Dawnielle was gratified.  It wasn't a teeny weenie,
at least, it was probably normal sized.  She knew, already, that she'd have
no problem getting it into her mouth.  It looked like a perfect fit.

   She pulled him to her, and slid it into her mouth.  It was a perfect
fit. And it tasted fine, clean yet a little sweaty.  Just perfect.  He was
already pretty hard, and he hardened up rapidly.  She sucked hard, running
out to the end, the cap, and back to the base.  She already felt that
slippery stuff that came out of guy's weenies on her tongue.

   Russel was circumcised, like Randy.  Mr.  Hester was not.  Dawnielle
wasn't sure which kind she liked best.  The foreskin was kind of fun, to
play with.  Really, she decided, it doesn't matter that much.  I just like
cocks.

   She realized at that point, that she didn't like guys as much as she did
like cocks.  She wondered if something was wrong with her.  I want to fuck
around with girls, and suck cocks, she thought.  I'm a little weird, okay?
That's just the way I am, I guess.

   He came so quick it caught her by surprise.  Suddenly, with almost no
warning, her mouth was full of sperm.  She gulped, hastily, almost choking,
but she got it down.  He filled it again with another few squirts, and she
gulped again.  Finally he was done, and she licked his cock clean, and
smiled up at him.

   "That was very good, darling," she said, and he laughed self-conciously.

   "Uh...  thank you..." he finally managed, almost shyly pulling his
trunks back up.

   "You're welcome.  Any time," she said, and meant it.



   --==+==-

   She smiled and winked at Lynette on the ride back to the houseboat. 
They'd walked back to the beach, and then Mr.  Hester showed up about that
time, so she hadn't had time to tell Lynette what she'd done, or ask what
the other girl had done.  No biggie, it'd come out later.

   They had a late afternoon lunch, and Randy jumped in the water.  Lynette
and Dawnielle retired to the back room, and held a whispered conversation
where Dawnielle told the other girl what she'd done with Russel that
afternoon.  Lynette didn't have near the stuff to report, her boyfriend
just wanted to kiss, and shyly squeeze her breasts a bit.

   "Dawnielle, you move," said Lynette laughing.  Dawnielle agreed.

   "Dawny," Lynette said, standing.  "Help me shave my pussy."

   The found a disposable razor, and some shaving cream.  They stripped,
Dawnielle was glad to get that constrictive swimsuit off.  She loved being
naked.  It was so sexy...  and natural.  She just felt comfortable, being
naked.

   Lynette led her right out to the bow of the boat, where her parents were
sitting.  Her dad had a fishing line in the water, and kept having to yell
at Randy to stay out of it.  It was just a formality, since all the fish
had probably been scared away when Randy got in the water.

   "Mom.  Dad," Lynette said.  "Can I shave here?  I'll clean it up."

   "Sure, darlin'," her dad said.  Of course he didn't mind.  His beautiful
daughter, shaving her pussy right in front of him?  He didn't mind a bit.

   Lynette sat, right on the edge of a deck chair.  Dawnielle smeared
shaving cream in her hand, and lathered it between Lynette's legs.  Oh,
baby, thought Dawnielle, touching and rubbing the other girls pussy lips.
She located what she thought was Lynette's clit, and she stopped and rubbed
there for thirty seconds or so.

   "Oh, heavens," said Lynette, not moving, obviously enjoying the feeling.
She didn't even seem embarrassed.  Tonight, thought Dawnielle, tonight that
little clit is mine.  That whole cunt is mine.

   Dawnielle shaved Lynette's pussy slowly and carefully.  She didn't nick
her once, even.  All the way down to her asshole.  It was actually fun for
Dawnielle, and it turned her on.  When she was done she wiped the shaving
cream away with the towel.

   "Let me see if I got it all," she said, and she ran her hands all over
Lynette, loving the smooth sexy feeling of the freshly-shaved skin. 
Lynette loved it too, Dawnielle could tell.  Lynette squirmed beneath her
hands, her breath catching in her throat.

   Dawnielle sat, and let Lynette lather her up, giggling.  Dawnielle
shaved herself, though, she had way more practice at it, and was quick at
it.  Her pussy had been getting a little stubbly.  She finished quickly,
and wiped herself down with the towel.  She glanced over at Mr.  Hester,
and was gratified to see his hardon, beneath his pants.  She knew he was
having a good time.

   Yvonne had stood, and now, after making sure there were no more boats in
the area, she dropped her bikini bottoms.

   "Could I borrow that razor?" she said.  Dawnielle indicated the chair.

   "Sit, and I'll do you," she said, and Mrs.  Hester sat, spreading her
legs wide.  Dawnielle lathered her up, turned on by the feel of the older
woman's cunt beneath her hands.  She even wiped across her clit a few
times, trying to make it look accidental.

   "Child..." said Yvonne.  "You should do this for a living.  You'd make a
million bucks."

   Dawnielle giggled.  She shaved Mrs.  Hester as carefully as she had her
daughter.  Mrs.  Hester had a hairy ass, hairier than Lynette.  Before it
was over, Dawnielle had her up on her hands and knees, her ass spread wide
as she shaved down in it.

   Bob had finally had all he could take.  Watching a foxy, stark naked
teenage goddess shave his wife's ass was just too much.  He disappeared
inside.

   "Dad, don't you dare!" said Lynette, following him in, letting the
screen door slam.

   "Don't he dare what?" said Dawnielle, puzzled.  Yvonne laughed.

   "He was going to the back of the boat to jack off," she explained. 
"Lynette won't let him waste it, though, the little minx."

   "Mrs.  Hester," Dawnielle said.  "Thank you guys so much for letting me
come to the lake.  I've had more fun that I've ever had in my life.  You
guys are the coolest."

   "Well, child," Yvonne said.  "I hope you always feel that way.  Not
everyone would accept us, our lifestyle choices.  I hope that my children
always feel that way, and remember us kindly, when we're gone.  We've
tried, among all else, to make them feel loved."

   "Oh, I think you've succeeded at that," said Dawnielle.

   "I don't just mean sexual love, I mean love love," said the other woman.

   "Yeah, like I said, I think you have.  I know Lynette loves you and her
dad very much."

   "Yeah.  I think so too."

   Yvonne stood.  She indicated the door.  "Dawnielle.  Please come with
me."

   They entered the room.  There were two bunks in the forward cabin of the
houseboat.  Lynette lay in one of them, her legs spread wide, her father
nestled between them, licking her lustily.  His dick was still so hard it
almost looked painful.  Dawnielle knew that it'd get it's turn, before
long. It'd get sucked on, at least.

   "Dawnielle," Yvonne said.  She placed her arms over Dawnielle's
shoulders.  Her breath was in Dawnielle's face.  "Dawnielle, you are a very
sweet, beautiful young lady.  And you are the nicest girl Lynette has ever
brought home.  Would you let me make love to you?"

   Dawnielle laughed softly to herself.  Would she ever.  This is what she
was used to.  This is what she was best at.

   Thirty minutes later she rolled Yvonne over, and rammed her tongue in
the older woman's asshole.  Oh, god, thought Dawnielle, this is what I live
for.  This, and sucking cock.  Yvonne was a sweet, considerate lover. 
Dawnielle had already cum twice, on the end of her tongue.  Yvonne's pussy
felt incredible, just having been shaved minutes before.  So soft and silky
smooth...  if I had a dick, Dawnielle thought, it'd be a hard
son-of-a-bitch.  She wished she had a dick, so she could fuck the woman.

   Across the aisle, she heard Lynette cumming, loudly.  She giggled, and
dropped her face back to Yvonne's sweet asshole.  Oh, goddam, she thought.
Oh holy fucking shit.



   --==+==-

   That evening, Bob and Yvonne left in he ski boat for a club on the
shore. The kids amused themselves in the water, swimming.  Randy climbed
into an innertube, and the girls paddled him about, one on each side.

   "Oh shit," said Randy, and Dawnielle turned to regard him.

   "What, shithead," said Lynette, and Dawnielle giggled.

   "I gotta pee." said Randy, starting to get out of the tube.

   "No, don't!" said Lynette, holding him down.  He wrestled with her for a
second, and then stopped.

   "What?" he said.

   "Pee on us," said Lynette.  She looked at Dawnielle.  "Or just me, if
Dawny doesn't want to."

   Dawnielle surprised herself, even.  "Oh, no, let's do it," she said,
giggling.  She'd peed on herself in the bathtub before, she knew pee wasn't
that nasty.

   "Oh, jeez," said Randy, acting disgusted.  Dawnielle wondered how much
fun it really was to have a sex-crazy sister.  He acted like it was a major
chore, at times.  The two girls got in between his legs, and he held his
dick in his hands, trying to get it to pee.

   "Well, shit, I can't," he finally said.  Dawnielle was sympathetic.  She
knew it was performance anxiety.

   "Just relax, Randy.  It's not that big a deal," she said, reaching out
and rubbing his dick a little.

   "Don't!" he told her.  "If it gets hard, I'll never be able to."

   The girls giggled.  Finally a little stream shot out, and then it turned
into a flood.  He shook his dick all over the girls, and his piss splashed
and squirted all over them, causing them to squeal and giggle.

   Dawnielle opened her mouth for a second, and got a nice splash right in
it.  She didn't swallow it, but let it dribble back out, simply tasting it.
It tasted okay, she thought, kind of like hers when she'd tasted it. 
Strong and salty.

   Lynette leaned forward over his legs, and took his cock in her mouth,
sucking the piss off of it.  That girl, thought Dawnielle, giggling.  They
both ducked under the water and swam for a ways, washing the piss off. 
Dawnielle realized she was turned on by the whole thing.  I am such a perv,
she thought.  Almost as big a perv as Lynette.



   --==+==-

   They played around for a while longer, and then climbed out.  The sun
was slowly setting, anyway.

   "Randy," said Lynette.  He looked at her, curious.

   "Randy, let's show Dawnielle how we do it.  And maybe, who knows, maybe
she'll want to do it, too."

   He laughed.  "Promise?" he said, looking at Dawnielle.

   "Yes," she said.  "I promise that maybe I'll do it."

   His face fell.

   "Well, silly," said Lynette, "You'll still get to fuck me, at least."

   They all piled in the front room of the boat.  Lynette stepped two steps
back to the kitchen and returned with a tub of butter.

   "Dawnielle," she said.  "Make his dick hard."

   Randy laughed, and she reached down and pumped him for a while.  She
finally dropped to her knees, and sucked him into her mouth.  He got hard
pretty quick after that.

   Lynette opened the butter, and Randy just stuck his dick in it,
giggling. Remember that, next time we have biscuits, thought Dawnielle. 
She didn't figure it'd bother her, much, though.

   Lynette leaned over the kitchen table, on her stomach.  Luckily, the
table was low.  Randy approached, his buttered dick leading the way. 
Dawnielle giggled.  This was just too much.  He fitted his dick right onto
Lynette's asshole, and then, without much fanfare, pushed right in.

   "Oh, baby," Lynette said, and Dawnielle could see her fingers, working
her clit.  Dawnielle approached her, and kneeled, putting her face even
with Lynette's.  Lynette grabbed her, and pulled her over, and they locked
lips.  They kissed for a while, and finally Randy began pounding his sister
harder and harder.

   "Don't you dare cum, you little shit," said Lynette.  "Save it so you
can do Dawny."

   He remembered, just in time, and slowed his pace.  Lynette finally came,
a few minutes later, gasping and coughing and sighing loudly, and he
finally came to a stop.  He pulled out, and Dawnielle could smell the
slight hint of Lynette's shit in the air.  He wiped his dick on a
dishtowel.

   "Don't stick your dick in the butter now, after it's been in my ass,"
said Lynette, so he reached his hand in the tub, and scooped out a handfull
of butter, slathering it on his dick.

   Lynette had gotten off the table by now, and Dawnielle approached and
lay on her stomach.  She spread her legs wide, wondering if this was going
to hurt any.  Her poor little asshole was going to be violated.  She hoped
it was as much fun as Lynette had looked like she was having.

   She felt him back here, moving around, touching things.  He grabbed her
ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading it, and she heard Lynette say
something.  He growled, and stopped.  Dawnielle wouldn't have minded if he
kept it up.  It felt good.  She felt his cock touch her asshole.

   He just pressed it in, insistently.  She felt no real pain, at least, it
just felt kind of funny, because nothing had ever gone back there before.
When she stopped and thought about it, it did feel good, actually.  Thank
goodness his dick isn't as big around as his dad's, she thought.  His cute
little dick was just the right size for butt-fucking, she thought.

   Finally she felt the front of his thighs on her ass.  He was in all the
way.  Thank goodness there was no pain, just a funny full feeling, like she
had to poop a little.  He pulled out a ways, and pushed back in.  She felt
Lynette come in from the side, and reach all the way around her body to
touch her pussy.  Lynette fumbled around a while, and finally managed to
get her finger right on Dawnielle's clit.

   "Oh there, right there," Dawnielle said, and Lynette began jiggling her
finger.  That quickly, again, Dawnielle began to feel her legs twitching.
Randy pumped in and out of her butt, and it actually felt pretty good.  She
was having a good time.

   "Are you gonna cum, darlin'?" said Lynette, and Dawnielle nodded.  She
most certainly was gonna cum.

   And cum she did, mightily.  By now Randy's cock felt right at home in
her ass.  She almost considered asking him to put it in her pussy, but then
she remembered.  No pill.  And, for some reason, she wanted to stay a
virgin a while longer.  She wanted it to be special, not just somebody's
little brother.

   About the time she finished cumming, Randy said, "Oh Shit," and she
could feel him cumming.  She couldn't really feel him cumming inside of
her, but she knew that's what was happening back there.  His hands clenched
the sides of her ass, and he finally slowed, slower and slower.  He finally
stopped.

   "Goddam," he said.  "Goddam."

   "Well, thank you, Randy," said Lynette, giggling.

   "Uh," he said.  "Anytime."

   Dawnielle sighed, and stretched.  She always felt good after she came,
and this time was no exception.  She loved that feeling.  She just lay
there, on her stomach, on the table.  Finally Lynette poked her.

   "C'mon, girl," Lynette said.  "Let's get that shit out of you before you
leak."

   Dawnielle dragged herself up, and followed Lynette back to the stern of
the houseboat, when the tiny bathroom was.  Lynette opened the door, and
then motioned for Dawnielle to enter.  Danielle was a little puzzled by it
all, and Lynette finally noticed the look on her face.

   "You can poop his sperms out.  Just so it don't leak out later, when you
relax."

   Ah, that made sense.  Dawnielle sat on the tiny toilet, and relaxed her
sphincter.  Lynette entered the cramped bathroom, and examined her face in
the mirror.  Her butt was right in Dawnielle's face.  Dawnielle laughed,
and put a hand on each of Lynette's butt cheeks, and spread them wide.  The
girl's beautiful little asshole was exposed, like the bud of a flower.  Oh,
that is sweet, thought Dawnielle, and put her tongue right on it.  Lynette
jerked, and then held her body still.  Dawnielle licked away, contented. 
She loved assholes.  Just something about them.  She remembered the first
asshole she'd licked, Miss Lyndoria's.  She had been surprised that Miss
Lyndoria wanted to lick her asshole, but then when she licked her back, she
knew why.  Assholes were fun, and cool.

   "Mmmm..." said Lynette, enjoying the feeling.  She liked having her
asshole licked.  The two were made for each other.

   Suddenly, Dawnielle squirted a large glob of Randy's sperm into the
toilet.  She strained a little more, and to her embarrassment, a turd
popped out.

   "Oh, shit, Lynette, I'm sorry," she said, giggling.

   "Oh, shit, don't be.  Everybody poops," said Lynette, giggling herself.
Dawnielle just went ahead and had a nice poop, after that.  It felt good,
and it felt doubly good to be eating an asshole while she did it.

   She finished, and wiped herself.  Lynette gave her a baby wipe, and she
used that to, cleaning her asshole good.  She had plans for that asshole,
later tonight, she thought.

   Dawnielle stood, and Lynette moved out into the hall to let her pass. 
"Don't flush," said Lynette.  "I gotta poop, too." Dawnielle let Lynette
sit, and then did the same thing Lynette had done, look at herself in the
mirror.  With satisfaction, she felt Lynette's hands on her ass.  Ahhh,
yeah, she thought.  Lynette had a sweet tongue.  And she was fearless, she
licked and sucked Dawnielle's asshole, even though a turd had just come out
of there.  The girl was too much, Dawnielle thought.  I made the right
choice.  I lucked out.

   When they finished, well, when Lynette finished pooping, she cleaned
herself up, and they finally flushed the toilet.  Randy was bitching about
the smell by then, so they all went out of the front deck.  The lake was
dark and quiet, so they told ghost stories for a while, until Randy got
disgusted and went inside to try and find the little TV they had brought.

   "Lynette," said Dawnielle.

   "Yes, darling?" replied Lynette.

   "Thanks again for bringing me.  This has been the most fun I've ever
had."

   "Yeah.  No problem.  It has been fun, yes."

   "Your mom and dad are the coolest.  God, I wish my parents fucked around
like yours do."

   "Yeah, I know I'm lucky.  I think I'm lucky at least, I know that not
everybody would think so."

   "Yeah.  But you are."

   "Yeah."

   They were silent for a while.  Then Lynette spoke.  "Dawny."

   "Yeah?"

   "I'm thinking about doing it.  About letting my dad fuck me."

   "Oh shit, that would be...  too cool..."

   "Yeah, I think so...  too..."

   "You think he's got rubbers?"

   "Dawny, I don't need rubbers.  I been on the pill for over two years...
they put me on it to regulate my periods or something.  Plus, I think my
mom and dad just feel better knowing I'm...  protected..."

   "Oh shit.  Oh shit, girl.  You really gonna do it?"

   "I think I'll ask him, tonight, when they get back.  Will you stay with
me while I do it?"

   "Shit, if you want me to.  I'd be...  uhm...  honored."

   They both giggled at that.  Lynette nodded her head, in the darkness.



   --==+==-

   Lynette's parents returned about ten o'clock.  They started a
half-hearted monopoly game, but their hearts just weren't in it.  Randy
finally went back out on the deck, dragging the little TV with him.  The
girls and Lynette's parents sat in the dining area and talked, mostly.

   Lynette's parents had been naked when they drove up in the boat.  They'd
stripped on the way, and enjoyed driving around the lake naked.

   "Mom...  dad...  did you do it?" Lynette asked.  Yvonne giggled.

   "No, but not for lack of Bob asking.  I told him to wait until we got
back."

   "Mom...  I don't wanna steal from you, but can I...  can I..." Lynette
stopped, embarrassed for some reason.

   "Yes, dear?" said her mother.  Mr.  Hester waited, wondering what this
was all about.

   "Mom...  can I have a turn with Dad first?" Lynette said.

   "Well, of course, sweetie," said her mother, laughing.

   "No," said Lynette, "I mean, can I let dad fuck me.  Is that okay with
you?"

   It was silent for a moment.  Finally her mother sighed, and put her
hands up slightly.

   "Darling, I don't care in the slightest.  And I know your father would
be overjoyed.  You are his sweetest sweetheart.  Just make sure it's what
you really want, there's no going back."

   "I know, I know," said Lynette.  She faced her father.  "Daddy.  Would
you please fuck me?"



   --==+==-

   There was some discussion on where the act would occur.  Finally they
threw some blankets and pillows up on the roof, and the four of them
climbed the ladder.  Bob turned the running lights on, so they had a little
light, at least.  Yvonne spread the blankets out, and placed a pillow at
the head of it.  Lynette careful lay herself down, and spread her knees
until they touched the floor.  Dawnielle watched from the side, joined by
Yvonne, and Dawnielle put her hand in the older woman's.

   "Darling." Bob said, kneeling before his daughter.  "Can I lick you,
first?"

   "Of course, daddy," said Lynette, giggling.  The next twenty minutes
passed as he licked and lapped her sweet pussy, his pale ass sticking up in
the air.

   Dawnielle finally turned to Mrs.  Hester, and leaned into the woman,
kissing her.  Yvonne kissed back, and put her hands up, holding Dawnielle's
breasts, kneading them, and softly pinching her nipples.  It felt good. 
She reached down, and began to stroke Yvonne's pussy.  Her soft, smooth
pussy.  Damn, that feels good, thought Dawnielle.

   "Daddy...  I'm ready..." said Lynette, and her father rose from her cunt
and gently kissed her.  He crawled up, over her body, and positioned
himself over her.  His cock was hard, harder than he ever remembered it
being.  One of his greatest fantasies was coming true.  It was better than
he'd ever dreamed of.

   Dawnielle and Yvonne paused to watch.  Bob got his cock nestled right in
the middle of Lynette's little pussy, and he slowly and gently pushed.

   "Oh, god," Lynette said, and he stopped.  "No, keep going," she said,
and he pushed some more.  Slowly, inch by inch, his cock disappeared into
his daughter's body.  If her hymen had been ruptured, it didn't seem to
hurt her.  Maybe it had been popped in gymnastics or something, he figured.

   Finally, his hips touched hers.  He was all the way in.  He pumped,
slowly, and was rewarded with a gasp from her.

   "Oh, shit, daddy, do that again," Lynette said, and the three of them
laughed at her.  He did it again.  And again.  He began to pump, and she
sighed and gasped and hiccuped.  It was pretty obvious she was enjoying
herself.

   It did look like fun to Dawnielle.  She decided that she was going to
have to try that, someday.  But not yet.  It would take some special guy,
for her.  She liked Bob, but he was not the one.  She'd suck his cock, and
let him eat her pussy.  But she wasn't going to fuck him.

   "Honey.  Think you want to try that someday?" Mrs.  Hester's voice was
in her ear.

   "Hell yeah," said Lynette.  "When the right guy comes along."

   "Darlin', remember that.  Don't settle for anything less.  There are a
lot of special guys out there, and yours is waiting to be discovered. 
Don't settle for second best."

   "Yeah," said Dawnielle.  "I won't."



   --==+==-

   Finally, thought Dawnielle, as they stumbled towards their bunk,
finally, I am going to get to eat this girl's sweet pussy.  She figured it
was one o'clock, at least.  She was charged up.  She knew Lynette was
tired, but she didn't plan on keeping her up that much longer.  Just long
enough to make her cum a few dozen times.

   They crawled in the bunk, and Dawnielle wrapped her arms around her
friend.  They just lay there for a few moments, feeling the gentle rocking
motion of the boat, hearing the water lap against the side of it. 
Somewhere across the lake something hooted, and it echoed into the
darkness.

   "Darlin'.  You okay?" Dawnielle whispered, and Lynette nodded.

   "Yeah...  I'm...  great," said Lynette, giggling.

   "You did good, girl," said Dawnielle.  Lynette had done good.  She had
one hell of an orgasm, one Dawnielle was jealous of.  The girl had
literally shouted at one point, and Yvonne and Dawnielle just looked at
each other and laughed as the sound had echoed across the lake.  Even Bob
seemed surprised at the strength of her orgasm.  She had shook and trembled
and pulled her arms up into claws and curled her toes, everything.  He had
let himself ejaculate, filling her with his sperm, loving her, filling her
up.  They had just laid there for a while and held each other, while Mrs.
Hester had sucked on Dawnielle's nipples.  It was a fun evening.

   Now, there was a little unfinished business.  Dawnielle leaned into
Lynette, and found her ear.

   "Darling.  There's one thing I haven't got to do yet," she said softly.
Lynette made a funny question noise.  "I'm gonna eat your pussy, darlin'."

   Dawnielle slid down the other girl's naked body.  She spread Lynette's
legs, and pressed her face into Lynette cunt.  Oh, the girl tasted good...
pussy deluxe, she thought, nice and sweaty and...  Dawnielle licked as
deeply into Lynette's cunt as she could...  pretty spermy, too.  Oh, that
was cool, Dawnielle thought.  She licked and slurped the other girls cunt
until her lips hurt.  She finally got down to her asshole, that, at least,
wasn't a first...  God, she thought, Lynette has a sweet asshole.  It was
sweaty tasting too, but sweet.  Dawnielle realized that she loved sweat,
the taste of sweat.  She reminded herself to lick Lynette under the arm,
and see what that tasted like sometimes.

   It had been less that thirty minutes since Lynette had had a monster
orgasm, at the dick of her dad.  Thirty minutes after Dawnielle started
licking her pussy, she came again.  Not as big as the first one, but a
respectable one.  One to be proud of, thought Dawnielle.  She was proud to
give it to her.  They were going to do this, every chance they got, she
thought.  She knew.  She knew she had a new friend, and a good one.



   --==+==-

   The afternoon of the next day, they bid a sad farewell to the lake. 
Dawnielle had had a good time last night, with Lynette.  She had eaten the
other girl up, licking and sucking her for an hour, probably.  Lynette had
come again, and maybe again.  They had finally traded places, and Lynette
had licked and sucked Dawnielle's pussy.  She was good at it, for a
beginner, and Dawnielle came in a hurry, and came again a while later. 
They had had a good time.  Dawnielle knew it was just the first of many
times, for the two of them.

   They let her out at her house, and she dragged her bag upstairs and put
her stuff away.  Her parents were gone somewhere.  She went to her brother
Grayson's room, and stuck her head in it.  He was at his desk, as usual,
studying.

   "Hey," she said.

   "Hey," he said back.  "D'ja have fun?  Where'd you go?"

   "Awww..." she said.  "Just to the lake with a friend...  it was... 
okay, I guess."



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