Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Orchid, Female, 13

	- Daughter of Brent

	- Pale white skin, 5'8, 140lbs, mid-back length nearly-black hair

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, 9

	- Daughter of Dahlia

	- Dark-tan skin, 4'5, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

I rolled my hand lazily across Dahlia's heavy breasts as I kissed her ear and neck. She stirred, smiled, turned back to me and kissed me, opened her eyes slowly. We heard the girls out by the pool as we donned robes and made our way to the kitchen. Both girls sat next to the water, Orchid's crutches propped against the wall. They were chatting and laughing while Dahlia and I pulled together toast, eggs, and waffles. The girls joined us when it was ready. Dahlia asked kindly, “have fun last night, you two?”

Both giggled and blushed, Lily squeaked, “yep... sooo much fun. Hehehe...”

Orchid looked away but couldn't break the wide grin on her face. Neither girl elaborated and we left it at that, allowing the girls the privacy and respect they deserved in their new relationship. I admit I imagined watching each girl taste the other, wished I could have been there to sample my daughter's juices.

Before noon, Dahlia returned from the bedroom wearing a white dress covered in roses and other flowers. She'd put on a bit of makeup, something I'd rarely seen from her, and had her hair pulled into tight, wavy rows down over her shoulders. She looked stunning, said, “I'm ready for our date when you are.”

I showered and put on a pair of nice slacks and a dress shirt, donned a sharp pair of dress shoes. I joined her in the living room and kissed her hand. “Ready.”

We kissed the girls goodbye, told them we'd be home late, and headed toward town in my SUV. Dahlia leaned back in her seat and looked at me, a devious smile on her face. She stroked my thigh as I drove, let her hand rub against my growing bulge and mewled when she felt me throb. She said, “hey... want to just... drive a while?”

I laughed, said, “sure,” and turned off on a backroad that I knew ran for dozens of miles through a valley. She unzipped my pants and pulled my penis through the opening in my underwear. Dahlia leaned over and licked my shaft, then my balls, then took my cock in her mouth. She sucked me and I had a tough time focusing on the road.

Up and down she slid her lips, my dick pulsing in her mouth. I slowed down, managed to pay attention to driving long enough to get to a long straightaway. No cars in sight, I relaxed, leaned back, and enjoyed the sloppy blow job.

Dahlia took me deeper and deeper, at one point her lips wrapped around the base of my shaft and she held herself still, her tongue wiggling under my penis. She came up for air, smiled, saliva dripping out of her mouth and over my genitals, then took me inside her once more, consuming my entire cock, the head of my dick in her throat.

I throbbed and felt myself swelling against her tongue. I groaned, “gonna cum...” as my hips rose instinctively to push deeper and deeper. She moved up, down, held, up, down, held longer, up, down, and I ejaculated. My penis was deep in Dahlia's mouth when I fired a shot of cum down her throat. She didn't gag, just held her lips around the base of my cock and milked me with her tongue as I unloaded in her mouth.

I filled her, cum pooling in her throat as my orgasm flared and faded. Slowly, slowly, she pulled back a bit, swallowed, swallowed again, slurped noisily as she pulled off my penis. A strand of cum grew tight between my cock and her lips as she moved away. Dahlia licked the cum, swallowed again, and sat back, smiling. “Been wanting to do that for a long time.”

I remembered I was driving and was amazed I'd managed to stay on the road with my dick spewing my seed down my lover's throat. “I'd love to return the favor... kinda hard while driving...”

“Any place we can go for a quickie? I'd love to cum on your tongue.”

“Hmmm... Let's see.”

We drove a bit, rolling around corners and moving up and down small hills. We were out in the country, spotted a road that led up toward the face of a larger hill, and turned down it. A mile or so in, the road forked, turned to dirt in one direction. We followed it back to a large field. The dirt ended near an empty fenced-in area, woods heavy on all sides. It seemed as good a spot as any.

I turned off the car and moved around to Dahlia's side, opened her door. She rose and we embraced, kissed, I tasted my sperm in her mouth. She moaned as my fingers found her cunt through her dress, her lack of panties making it easy to feel her heat and her wetness.

I moved her to the back, opened the rear gate, and laid her down in the back. She spread her legs as I knelt down, pulled her dress up, and offered me her pussy. I sniffed her, smelled fresh scents of warm, wet pussy. My tongue darted out and lapped up her slickness, the sticky discharge both sweet and sour, wonderful as it coated my mouth. I licked it all up, heard her moaning as her hips began to rock.

I opened Dahlia's thighs wide, slipped a finger into her pussy as I licked her clit. My finger rubbed her g-spot, a second finger soon inside her doing the same. Dahlia was moaning loudly, her voice amplified inside the vehicle. With my ring finger I tickled her anus, felt it clench and relax. Saliva trickled down along with her pussy juice to coat her tight opening, and I slipped inside her ass.

Three fingers inside her and my mouth sucking and swirling her clit, Dahlia started fucking herself against me. She cried out, “yes! Yes! Yes! Ooohh... Yes... Just... Like... That... OOOHHH...”

Her holes grew tight, her clit swelled in my mouth. She bucked, her vagina grew very wet, her asshole tightening around my finger.

“Ohhh... OOOOHH... OOH, Fuck Brent, Fuck! OOOOHH... OOOOOOOOOOOHHH... UHHHHHHH...” Dahlia's climax shook the vehicle, her body shaking, her legs rising and falling along my sides. A small amount of squirt shot out and hit my chin, followed by another that soaked my hand. She shuddered through her climax while my fingers explored her holes.

I withdrew and rose over her, said, “I could go on all day... let's find another opportunity and do it again somewhere else, what do you say?”

She smiled and nodded and before long her dress was down and we were heading back to town.

We stopped for coffee and a light lunch at a cafe near the art gallery. Dahlia played footsie with me while we talked, flashed her boobs and pussy while other customers sat nearby, unaware. One women behind Dahlia, probably in her late 20s, seemed to notice after awhile. When I told Dahlia that I thought the woman knew what she was doing, she smiled and said, “let's find out.”

She pulled down the top of her dress to reveal one breast while I kept an eye on the woman across from us. She tried to appear like she wasn't looking, but she was looking. When Dahlia opened her legs and showed me her pussy, the woman's gaze was hard on Dahlia's backside, and I knew the woman was wishing she could have the view I was enjoying.

I leaned in, whispered, “she's staring at your ass. Think she wishes she could see the goods.”

Dahlia blushed a bit, recovered, asked, “should I give her an upskirt?”

I laughed, shrugged, “sure, if that turns you on.”

Dahlia raised up, the hem of her dress 'caught' too high, and for a couple of seconds, Dahlia's genitals were revealed to anyone who looked. The young woman stared hard, her eyes wide, her lips parted slightly. Dahlia had to push the dress back down to avoid being too obvious and moved off to the bathroom. The young woman sat, pretended to pick at her salad. I could see her legs jumping around, her skin flushed. Seeing my lover's pussy had very clearly turned her on.

Dahlia returned and we finished our meal. The woman stayed longer than we did and Dahlia flashed her a big grin, said, “hope you have a great day,” to her as we headed out. The woman stuttered a 'you too' as we went by, and Dahlia and I chuckled at the thrill of what had happened.

We walked to the gallery, Dahlia admitted to me, “I've never done that before... not intentionally... I've kinda always wanted to be an exhibitionist, but... never really got the nerve to do it before. You're a bad influence on me! Nah, strike that... You're a good influence on me.”

We held hands and kissed then entered the gallery. Several exhibits of paintings and sculpture were sexual in nature. One room featured artistic renderings of vaginas, many of them made to look like flowers. Another section displayed bronzes and pewters of copulating couples, some heterosexual and some homosexual. I regularly fondled Dahlia's ass as we walked.

By the time we left we were both turned on and ready to find somewhere to fuck. I suggested that I knew a park, but there weren't a lot of places out of view, so we'd have to choose our spot carefully.

We drove to the park and started down the main path. Tall trees showed that spring was ripe and summer was on the way. Birds chirped, squirrels were everywhere. A few bugs buzzed but weren't a nuisance. The park had many people walking through on such a beautiful day, so we slowly made our way down the path, turned down a fork that was not paved and managed to get ourselves to a spot with only a few people passing by.

We found what we thought was a perfect place. We had seen many couples sitting together, or on each other, kissing and cuddling all over the park. It wasn't unusual to pass a couple that, for all we knew, were in positions that might have been sexual. Dresses provided a lot of cover.

There was a small stone bench placed at the back of a sharp bend in the dirt path. It provided perfect views of each end and at that moment, there was no one in sight. I sat down, pulled out my penis and stroked myself to hardness. Dahlia watched the trail and when I was erect, turned around and sat down on my lap. My cock slipped into her vagina and we both moaned in pleasure.

She rode me slowly. Only a few strokes in we heard voices and froze. I pulled her back to me, turned her to the side a bit, and we kissed as two middle-age women walked toward us. I felt Dahlia's pussy grow slick and wet as my penis throbbed inside her. The women caught my eye, and I broke the kiss to say, “Good afternoon.”

They smiled and returned the greeting, completely unaware that Dahlia was impaled on my penis and her juices were sliding over my balls. The women headed away from us and before they were out of sight, Dahlia started riding me again. Up and down, my cock pulsed as the excitement of being 'caught' had me very horny.

Dahlia climaxed quickly. I held my hand over her mouth to keep her cries mostly quiet. Before she was done cumming, more voices sounded and we saw a man and young girl walk toward us, walking a dog. Dahlia froze on me. Anyone who knew what to look for would have seen a woman washed in orgasmic pleasure. I have no doubt that the man who walked by us knew, and his small smile seemed to confirm it. He walked ahead while the girl and the dog trailed a few steps behind.

The young girl stopped, her dog approached us quickly, and raced his head under Dahlia's dress. In the rush to stop the dog, the girl yanked on the leash and Dahlia inadvertently threw the edge of the dress too high. For just a split second, Dahlia's creamy pussy and my penetrating penis were exposed to the girl's eyes. She paused a long moment, looked between Dahlia's legs, said nothing, then led her dog off down the path after her father.

Dahlia whispered, “oh, God, I think she saw us fucking... oh, God... oh, God...” She rode me hard as we watched the girl and man and dog head off down the trail. Her pussy exploded a second time, spasming hard and causing me to thrust up into her, three, hard, times... I spewed my load in Dahlia's cunt. She giggled as I came in her, rode me and churned our juices to a white, creamy froth.

We sat like that for a while before she slowly slid off me. With no one in sight, she raised the dress and showed me the sticky cum caught in her pubes, the dripping mess running down one thigh. She dropped the dress, kissed me, and we headed back to the parking lot, my cum running down her leg as we passed people on the trail.

We went to an upscale Italian restaurant for an early dinner, Dahlia commenting that she could feel my seed leaking out of her as we waited for our food. We talked about the girls, what they might be up to. We were both excited to see where things went with Orchid. I admitted to Dahlia that I'd begun to think we might become intimate, and I was glad that Lily was there to help her feel ok about things. To help her learn about sex so that, maybe, she might find herself ready to be with me in some way.

Dahlia admitted that the thought of Orchid and I together had been in her mind a lot lately, that's she'd masturbated several times imagined watching me fuck my daughter. I told her I hoped that fantasy would become real.

She looked serious a moment, “would you be really hurt if she didn't want to... you'd... you'd be able to stop yourself... if she didn't want it, right?”

I replied, “I... Well, the last question first. Yes, I would stop myself. I have no desire to hurt Orchid, none at all. I'd never force her to do anything. Never. That's a big turn off for me, would never do it. To your first question,” I took a sip of wine, “I suppose... yeah. I'm looking forward to it so much... have it so built up in fantasies... yeah, I'd be disappointed... maybe hurt... That said... I have you and that alone makes me so unbelievably lucky that it wouldn't last long. So long as Orchid's happy with whatever she wants to do, and I have you, I'll be fine.”

She smiled and we finished up our meals, going next door to a wine bar to drink another glass and relax on comfortable couches in low lighting. Soft jazz played and there were several couples clustered around, kissing and holding and laughing together. I let my hand play between Dahlia's knees several times, but we didn't try exposing her pussy. We were really into each other, talking softly, laughing, enjoying each other's company. It was really a first date for us, and it was going great.

I sobered up enough to drive as the night got late, and I wanted to take her somewhere special. There was a really nice mountain up one side of the valley where a long drive led to the top. It overlooked the town, and at night, the lights could be seen for miles around. There was a clearing, railing along an open section near the cliff face, and was known as a popular make out spot for teens and adults alike. I'd never taken anyone there.

Dahlia and I parked, saw a couple other cars. I pulled out blankets and the bottle of wine we picked up on the way. We found a great spot near the edge, could see Roanoke below us. Two other couples were settled a distance away from each other and us. Close enough to see silhouettes kissing and petting, but nothing more.

Dahlia and I drank our wine and kissed, soon had our hands running over each other's bodies. Soft moans came from our right as one of the couples was getting heated. I rose over Dahlia and pulled out my penis. She held it, stroked me to hardness, and led me to penetrate her pussy. She sucked in her breath as I filled her and moaned lightly as started fucking her.

The cool night slowly slid by with my lover under me, then over me, then under me again. We rolled over and teased and kissed and felt high. Occasional moans and sighs and bursts of sweet laughter came from the other couples, and two or three more joined us and settled into the darkness to make out.

I fucked Dahlia hard, slow, rough, gentle. She came several times, and I twice filled her with my cum. After my last orgasm we both collapsed and laid back on the blanket. I wrapped a thicker one around us and well into the early morning, we lay together, smiling, giggling, enjoying the touch and taste and smells of each other's body. It was the best first date. Ever.