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

Thirty miles south of Front Royal was a spot I'd decided was the perfect one for my proposal. It was buried deep in the Shenandoah National Park. The old campground sat high on a curving ridgeline, near the source of a small stream that ran East and down through the valley below. The site offered some of the most beautiful views I'd ever experienced and was rumored to be an long-abandoned hunting camp of Native Americans prior to the arrival of Europeans. I'd found many artifacts over the years that seemed to lend weight to its use as a jumping off point for hunters of bear and turkey and other desirable creatures.

The site had been abandoned as a featured camping site many decades before and wasn't officially sanctioned for usage within the park, but I'd been there several times over the years and knew it was still accessible after a long drive on narrow, rutty mountain roads.

Well before noon, the four of us arrived in my SUV and pulled up to the campground. It was a bit overgrown with weeds and vines. Anyone who wished to set up a tent would need to do some work before pitching, but we were only visiting for the day and found a spot down the slope a bit which was easily cleared and offered a view down the valley that was unmatched anywhere in the Park.

The girls giggled and chattered as Dahlia and I grabbed our gear and supplies and set up a picnic area a few feet from a sharp, rocky dropoff. The cool mountain air was crisp and refreshing, doing wonders to keep nipples hard, and I couldn't help admiring the way Dahlia's pressed out against her thin dress top.

Lily helped get Orchid settled in a chair, her leg propped, and before long the four of us were enjoying tuna sandwiches with melon and pistachios on the side. Dahlia and I sipped a pinot grigio while the girls drank cold non-alcoholic sparkling cider.

It was a wonderful start to our day, and I knew that I wanted to propose to Dahlia very soon. While the woman excused herself to void her bowels near the top of the slope and out of view, I hastily led my confederates to help with a few preparations. Orchid carefully swung herself on crutches to a tree near the steep slope, a bit off from the picnic site. Lily joined her and climbed the tree, working her way out over a thick branch. My daughter passed her a small bundle containing a small box covered with a bow, a long, thin string attached. Lily tied it around the branch, the bundle hanging at shoulder-height, and scurried quickly down.

I placed a small envelope on our blanket. I was sure Dahlia would spot it, and I quickly ran through a very small looped trail that led to the site of the tied bundle, placing items and marks along the way. By the time I returned, Dahlia was just making her way down the slope and the three of us pretended to be watching a hawk circle in the distance.

Dahlia spotted the envelope immediately and picked it up. Her name was on the front, and she eyed me with a curious look. Lily didn't quite stop her giggle, and I'm sure Dahlia knew we were up to something at that point. She opened the envelope and read what the note inside said, first to herself, then aloud. “At the end of a journey, there are often more beginnings than endings. The same is true on this one, and I hope the beginning you find is the one you desire. Around you is a yellow mark on a tree. Follow the trail next to it to find your next clue.”

She laughed and returned the note to the envelope, said, “Hmm... a mystery. Let's see what you three are up to...”

Dahlia found my yellow mark quickly, looked back at me with a smile, and started up the short trail. The girls and I followed behind. A hundred feet down the straight first leg I had placed a freshly cut lily, wrapped in silk, with a note attached. Dahlia opened the note and read it. “For so small a thing, a Lily produces outsized joy. Gather this one and turn left to continue down the trail.” Dahlia smiled, looked back at her daughter and me, then moved to her left.

At the next corner I had placed a purple orchid, similarly wrapped, also with a note. This one read, “An Orchid alone is a beauty to behold, but settled beside a Lily, each becomes something profoundly wonderful. Gather this one and turn left once more.” Dahlia turned back at me and I'm pretty sure she knew what I was up to. I shushed her and had her move on down the trail.

Near where the path led back to the cleared slope, I'd placed a red and white dahlia and a small vase. She read the note attached to this flower aloud. “Sweet and open is the Dahlia, and when joined to a Lily and an Orchid, the three become a magical bouquet that I cannot be without. Please put the lily, orchid, and dahlia into the vase, then turn right and approach the tree near the slope.”

Tears were in Dahlia's eyes as she glanced back at us then moved toward the tree. She spotted the bundle hanging down, sat the vase on the ground, and untied the bow, holding the box in trembling hands. I softly took one of her hands in mine and opened the box, retrieving the ring inside. It felt just a bit cliché to fall to a knee, but it was the only way that felt right in that moment. Dahlia's tears and smile wouldn't stop as I slid the ring on her finger and asked, “will you marry me?”

She nodded before she could speak, finally whispered, “yes!,” then pulled me up for a long kiss, holding me tightly. “Oh, Brent... yes!” Orchid and Lily were both crying as well, smiling big smiles, hugging each other.

I led Dahlia back to the blanket and laid her down, kissing and touching her wonderful body. Down her neck I licked, let my hands take in her heavy breasts, fondling and caressing their weight, my fiance's sighs lovely in my ear. The girls settled down on the other side of the blanket, kissing softly, sometimes watching us as their hands explored each other. I let them fall from my perception as I concentrated on Dahlia.

I rolled down her dress top and exposed her tits, her big, brown areole so beautiful and firm in the warming air. I sucked each into my mouth as she moaned softly. My hand slid lower, down below her hemline, slipping underneath to find that she wore no panties. Dahlia's crotch was sweaty and hot, slick with emotions and excitement. Her thighs parted as my hand slid close, and in seconds my fingers were entering her vagina.

Dahlia let out a gasp as I fingered her, her body moving slowly in sensual circles. I moved lower, ducked under her dress, and settled myself between her legs. Dahlia smelled so fucking exciting. Musky, sweaty, sweet and salty scents hit me as I leaned closer. Her wet pussy made sloshing sounds as my fingers slipped in and out of her hole.

I let my tongue drift across her clit, felt her tense and heard a long, low moan escape her lips. The purrs of the playing girls joined Dahlia's noises to create an amazing soundscape of sexuality and arousal in my ears as I licked my lover's salty crotch.

I slid my tongue along her length, letting it dance in her entrance before slipping down to her anus and back up to her clit. Dahlia was writhing stronger, stronger, letting my rhythm move her body. She held my head through her dress, pressed me into her crotch, ground her body against me.

Dahlia rose slightly, let out several long, loud cries, then shuddered into a crashing orgasm. Her pussy convulsed, twitched, grasped my fingers and became slick and slippery. Up and down her hips moved, her cries of pleasure echoing around the trees and down the valley. She let loose, came hard, my tongue circled her clit and lapped at her leaking juices.

I didn't stop there, I followed the movements of her body as Dahlia's orgasm slowed, kept just enough pressure on her labia and her clit to have her circling and moaning once more, a second orgasm quickly following her first. I used my fingers to press up against her g-spot, rubbing the rough patch as she climaxed, her body squirting three thin streams of fluid as she came. The squirt hit my chin, my hand, soaked the back of her dress.

I rose up, had to penetrate her then. The look of love and lust in her eyes showed me how much she wanted me inside her. I quickly pulled down my pants and positioned my erect penis against her labia. I sank in, came to rest against her Mons, my length hard and throbbing inside her body.

She moved before I did. Dahlia's hips shifted and rose, pushing and pulling on my cock as we built up a rhythm. I saw the girls beside us for a moment, Lily's head under Orchid's skirt, bringing my daughter to orgasm while the nine-year fingered herself and may have been cumming as well.

In and out, in and out, I lovingly slipped my penis through Dahlia's vagina, letting her velvety-soft channel send shivers through me. I whispered to her, “I'm going to cum in you, Dahlia... going to plant my seed in you...”

“Oh yes... yessss... oh... ohhhh... fill me... please... cum inside me...”

I moved steadily in and out of her body, not pounding, not slow, just strong, full strokes, feeling every inch of her surrounding me, savoring the way her beautiful labia slipped up and down my shaft. I looked around briefly, felt awe at the view down the slope as I felt myself tensing inside Dahlia. The scene was full of arousal and beauty and love. Four of us on a high mountain, copulating and tasting and experiencing each other in intimate ways.

My load rushed up my length, and I groaned next to Dahlia's ear as I exploded inside her pussy. Spurt after spurt fired into her fertile, unprotected vagina, my seed boiling out to fill her completely. She moaned as I unloaded, her body receptive, her channel coaxing every drop of semen from me. I was overwhelmed with pleasure, with emotion, with a sense of rightness and hope and joy in that moment. As my sperm slowed and leaked from the tip of my cock, I let myself sink into Dahlia.

Her arms wrapped around me, her knees rose up and held me inside her. Her body soaked up my semen as we kissed and necked. The girls next to us were breathing heavily, holding each other. The smells of wet pussy mixed with earthy grass and soil, with the scents of blooming berry bushes.

My penis semi-hard and still held inside Dahlia's cunt, we shifted closer to Orchid and our hands reached out to pull our daughters to us. The four of us giggled and moaned and otherwise lay quietly, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms and the momentous day we'd all shared. My hand drifted lazily from my daughter's wet, hairy teen pussy to her lovely swollen breasts. She smiled at me and let out a long, contented sigh.

Lily moved around to the other side of us and snuggled up to where I lay over her mother, still impaled inside her body. The nine-year old propped her leg over my hip and let her wet little pussy press against my thigh as she kissed Dahlia.

My penis grew hard again, three wonderful bodies touching mine. I fingered my daughter while Lily slowly ground herself against me. I was overcome, felt myself swell in Dahlia's body. I humped her slowly and in just a few moments felt another load of cum rushing up my shaft. I groaned as Lily's pussy squished against my leg, Orchid's pussy squished in my fingers, and shot hot sperm into Dahlia's fertile vagina.

The rest of the afternoon was lost in short periods of dozing and soft touches shared with three females I loved with all my heart.