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

It was a bliss unlike any other. The softness of Orchid's body, the tension of her orgasms, the way she sighed as her flesh slid over mine, it blew away anything I'd expected to experience. The weeks and months that led up to those moments, those blissful moments, had given me a slow burn, a need, a desire, for my own pleasure, my own true experience. But it had been all about Orchid. Her body, her burn, her wonderful, shuddering climaxes. Instead of being my muse, I'd been hers, the rigid flesh, the soft touches, they'd been mine, all for her, all for my daughter's first time with a man penetrating her virgin vagina.

It is hard to describe what I'd felt with Orchid, my penis spewing inside her tight young hole, her wonderful shudders, her amazing moans. I felt so many things that I don't know how to separate them fully. As a man, as her lover, I felt the warmth of her body, the deep satisfaction in seeing her cum. As her father, though, I felt proud, elated, so joyous that my daughter's first time had been wonderful, caring, that she'd given her virginity to a man who loved her more than anything in the world.

Other men, other fathers, they don't get those experiences often, certainly not with their own daughters, rarely with the love and kindness and intense, mutual pleasure that had come from Orchid riding my penis, cumming on me, giving me her everything. No matter what lovers Orchid knew in her future, her first time, she'd given herself to me, and it had been more earth-shattering than any other moment in my life.

Orchid's skin was warm against mine as I held her, unable to look away from her as I stroked her hair lightly, her soft breathing so innocent and delightful. I could see sperm drying around my cock, blood as well. My daughter's hymen was given to me, shattered and torn on my penis, and the signs of her ripped maidenhood were slowly becoming sticky and thick, matting my pubic hairs, and probably hers as well.

I didn't want to move, so I kept still, just moving my arm enough to stroke her hair and her shoulder. I kissed her forehead from time to time, her innocent form so recently given to me, given to me as a lover, as a woman. I suppressed a delighted chuckle, felt so good that I'd been able to share that with Orchid. It made me feel like the most fortunate man on Earth.

Despite my reservations about Lily, and there were many, the months of build up to that moment with Orchid had washed away my concerns for my daughter, at least for a time. She was ready, as was I. We'd inched there, inched, took steps together, carefully, exploring our desires and our boundaries, made sure that when we arrived at that moment, the one moment where she gave me her virginity, we'd done everything to be ready.

We were ready, but as I said, it blew away what I'd built up in my mind, destroyed even the most hopeful, erotic dreams I'd had for my daughter's first time. I hoped her experience of it matched mine. No, I hope it exceeded it. I wanted her to remember it always as wonderful, passionate, full of arousing, delicious pleasures that she'd value the rest of her life. I knew I would.

She stirred around midday, stretched, turned her head slowly at me, sleepy grin on her face. I kissed her nose, said, “morning again, Sweetie.”

She smiled broader, said, “morning again, Dad... mmm... I feel... alive...”

I stroked her arm, said, “yes you do... I love you so much, Orchid... so much...”

Orchid kissed my lips, let them linger before pulling back and smiling again. She said quietly, “did that just happen? All of that? It feels like a dream...”

“It did, it really did. Was it... everything you hoped it would be?”

“Mmm... Dad... it was... I don't know how to describe it... powerful, really powerful... taking you inside me... I want it again. Right now... please...”

I smiled and rolled her onto her back. Orchid's legs spread instinctively, her eyes locked on my body, her lips parted. My daughter's crotch was a mess of tangled, matted hairs, sticky cum and virginal blood. I thought about suggesting we go clean up first, but her knees came up, then her legs, her body open for me to enter.

I slid between her thighs, felt her opening, found her wet. From blood, from cum, from excitement, I don't know, but her slickness was coating my fingers quickly, so I rubbed them along my shaft and pressed the tip of my cock against her labia.

Orchid sucked in her breath as my penis pushed into her, my penetration slowed only by her vagina's need to dilate. Her tight hole barely gave way, barely let me in, but let me in she did. I sank into Orchid, bottomed out against her, her body moving as soon as I was inside. Her hips rolled slowly as I started to thrust. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, our tongues twirling, moans joining between our lips. Her vagina felt sticky and warm, so warm, tight and grasping.

Orchid's feet pressed into my back as her body tugged me in, held me as I moved with her. We got a slow rhythm that soon had her shuddering, moaning, her fingers running over my back. I felt so powerful then, matching her description of our previous rutting. Powerful, like I had the most delicate flower in my control. A flower willing and wanting me to consume her. Consume her I did.

My daughter orgasmed slowly. It built with each thrust, each movement, her messy little labia swollen and raw, covered in blood and cum and juices. Her body shuddered, shivered, trembled, she bit her lip, closed her eyes, rocked with me inside her body. Orchid's vagina spasmed, spasmed, her thighs clamped my own, her feet pressed harder into my ass, and she rolled into a long-running climax that left her panting and out of breath.

I finished quickly inside my daughter, her vibrating body willing me to cum. I tensed up, moved into her twice, three times, four, swelled in her vagina, burned, burned, cried out, and ejaculated, squirting another load into Orchid's pussy. She gasped as I came, her eyes open half-way, staring into mine, her mouth open, her head rolling and tilted. I filled her again, my hot jism soaking into her hole.

I stayed inside, kissing her, rolling side to side on her body. She started to laugh, and I had to join her. Orchid threw her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, whispered, “I love you, Dad...”

“I love you, Orchid. You are so wonderful.”

“Mmmmmm...”

We held together awhile despite the sticky messes between our thighs. Soft giggles came from Orchid's lips randomly, and she enjoyed rolling her hands across my chest hair as I touched her stomach and breasts.

I let out a contented sigh, said, “shall we go clean up? I'm getting hungry, you?”

“Ok... yeah. Geez, Dad, you wore me out!”

“Me? I think you did most of the wearing out.”

“Oh, right.” She smiled proudly, “I guess I did. I'm not apologizing.”

“Nor am I.”

- - -

We cleaned up in the creek. I had a lot of fun washing the mess from her crotch, wiping away the sticky, dried sperm and virginal blood that had marked her first time. Orchid's hands slipped over my cock and threatened to make me rise. I needed a bit of a break, my flesh feeling raw and sore from her tight little hole, and she, too, was feeling sore. The spot where her hymen had been torn was tender, and I gently fingered her to clean out the semen and blood inside.

We cooked hamburgers and munched hungrily in the early afternoon, then hiked one of the Northern trails which looped back quickly to the campsite. Our legs were sore and after a meal of potatoes and eggs, we crawled into the tent for an early night. We both felt worn out but 'alive,' as Orchid had said. As she snuggled into my arms, her head on my chest, I whispered, “I love you Orchid. Thank you for today. It means everything to me. I'm glad I was your first.”

“Mmm... I can't imagine giving myself to anyone else. No one else could have made my first time so wonderful. Love you, Dad... Sweet dreams... Lover.” She giggled and let out a sigh, sank into my arms as the crickets chirped outside.

- - -

Friday morning I awoke knowing it was going to be a fun day. Orchid and I were driving an hour South to look at the large piece of land for sale, already knowing I would probably want to buy it. I hoped it was as interesting a spot in person as it seemed to be from the listing.

Friday would also bring Dahlia and Lily to the campsite, and I couldn't wait to share with Dahlia what Orchid and I had finally done together. I tingled at the memories, wondered if Orchid was in the mood as I opened my eyes.

She wasn't beside me, and I could hear a fire crackling nearby. I slid out of the tent to find Orchid in her pajamas, a stack of pancakes on a plate resting on one of the chairs, strips of bacon and sausage links sizzling in an iron skillet.

I smiled as I slowly approached, waited till she had nothing hot in her grasp, and slid my hands into her pajama bottoms, cupping her firm little ass. “Morning, Lover.”

“Mmm... hey, nice grip, Dad... Careful. You bend me over here I'll burn my hair.”

“So maybe I bend you over... over there,” I said, nodding to the large cooler.

“Maybe... or I could not burn breakfast first, then you could bend me over.”

“Deal.”

I wandered off to piss while Orchid finished breakfast, then found her standing, hands on hips near the cooler. “I've been waiting.” She pulled down her pajamas, turned around, “still interested?”

I said, “mmm-hmmm...” and knelt down, pushed my face between her thighs. Orchid moaned as I ate her, let my tongue slide around her tender labia, her tight little anus, slipped it inside her vagina and licked at the wetness spreading there. Her clit was hard as I twirled it, felt her body tensing and rocking with my touches.

I stood, pulled out my throbbing penis, touched her labia briefly, and started slowly pushing into Orchid's pussy. She took me cautiously, her small opening stretching wide to allow me entrance. My balls slid against her clit as I reached her depths, her cervix pushing back against further penetration.

I humped her then, a fast ride. Not hard, not violent. Steady, feeling every inch of Orchid's pussy with each movement. Her soft moans, sighs, the way her hair fluttered in the breeze, the way her head rocked back, the way she grunted each time I bottomed out. I reached under her, her pubes tickled my hand as I passed through her parted thighs, found her clit, and rubbed her quickly to orgasm.

Cream slid down my shaft, frothing, sticky as Orchid climaxed. She moaned loudly, so wonderful in my ears, so carefree in announcing her pleasure to the world there in those lush, isolated mountains. She came so easily, no effort, really, no great cries, no hard thrusts, just a young girl cumming on her father's penis as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I felt overwhelmed by it all, by the wonder of my child orgasming, by my young lover's tight little hole, by the way my balls drew up and a burn flooded my stomach and groin. I cried out, savored every stroke, every wet, tight stroke in her body. My daughter's vagina spasmed around me, clenched, her butt jiggled each time I penetrated her fully. I cried out again, grunted, held tight against Orchid, and unloaded in her pussy.

I held still as my penis spasmed, jism flooding out to fill her tiny hole. She sighed as she felt me cum inside her body, her head raised, she leaned back to kiss me, my cock still drooling the last of my seed in her cunt.

“Mmm... God, Orchid.... Goddamn...”

“Ohhh... mmm... I know... so good... oh, so good...”

It was all I could do to will myself to withdraw, the pleasure of being held inside my daughter's body so peaceful, loving, so wet and hot and tight. My penis pulled out with a loud plop, sperm running over her swollen, raw labia and down one thigh. She reached a hand down and scooped up a glob of sperm, slid it between her lips, smiled and mewled.

Breakfast was a buzzed affair as our mutual orgasms left us trembling and feeling high. We ate quickly, needed to get on the road for our trip South.

I put the fire to bed as Orchid changed. She came out wearing an outfit that had my cock once more becoming hard.

She wore a button-up plaid shirt that both hid and accented her blossoming tits. A tight pair of blue jeans made her ass look fantastic, tight, curvy. The brown boots tied in with the cowboy hat to make Orchid look like prime jailbait, straight from the ranch. Half-right, she was definitely jailbait, and thankfully, she was all mine.

I whistled my approval. She stopped, smiled, struck poses, blew me a kiss. I changed quickly and in moments we were on our way back down the mountain and toward the property for sale.

- - -

Breathtaking. That was the word that formed in every corner of the property. The streams were very different, each beautiful. One was much wider than the other, running down from the North where the agent said a set of natural springs flowed strongly to feed the creek. It was eight feet wide or so through most of the property, shallow in some spots, two backwash deeper areas provided still spots for fishing or swimming. The other stream was small, just a fat trickle, and the agent was unsure of its source.

The ridge-line ran through the Western-most part of the property, heavily forested, but we could easily spot distant ridges and valleys, could hear the sounds of nature trickling up from below. Dense trees covered most of the property, four or five nice clearings the size of basketball courts were covered with mosses and ferns and small berry bushes. The berries, we were told, were a mix of blackberries and elderberries, though there may have been others as well.

We heard animals dancing just out of sight, the crackle of loose leaves and the swish of foliage marked something large, and the way the movements darted off quickly told me it was likely deer.

The agent showed us three potential homesites. One just off the ridge-line facing East. With a bit of clearing and a tall house, we'd have views of mountains on both sides. A second was near the edge of the property on the East side, which offered better views in that direction and close access to the larger stream. A final spot nestled to on the South side of the property. The views would need a lot of clearing to materialize, but the dense trees and fragrant berry blossoms offered an attractive location.

I'd like to say I kept an open mind, but that would be bullshit. I knew as soon as I stepped out on the soft grass that I wanted the place. It had everything I ever wanted in a property, and I couldn't imagine finding so much land with so much potential at such a price. The agent cautioned me that the price reflected the distance from things like power lines and roads. The drive in had been almost thirty minutes along a narrow path that looked much more like a game trail than a dirt road.

I knew the extra expenses involved, and thanks to my recent buyout and forced retirement, I had the money to spend.

Orchid was all in. She loved it, dancing around the trees, acting gay and carefree. Her pants were so tight that her ass looked juicy, and once or twice I had to feel my daughter's butt when the agent wasn't looking. Orchid giggled, smacked my ass, and danced off again.

I needed to get Dahlia involved in the decision. It wasn't fair to put an offer on the property without getting her input, so I barely kept myself from giving the agent a good faith check around midday. I asked how late she'd be in the office, and when she told me to call her cell at any time, I grew excited to think that Dahlia might jump at the opportunity as quickly as I had.

We thanked her and headed back North. I came into cell range and called Dahlia's phone, hoping she'd not yet made her way up the mountain were reception was non-existent. She picked up.

“Brent, hey! We're just turning on the road.”

“Stop, pull over. I want you to see something first.”

“What?”

“Something I think you'll want to see. Just wait for me at the turnoff, we'll be there in twenty minutes.”

- - -

Twenty minutes later, I was hugging Dahlia and Lily and talking excitedly about where we'd been that morning. We left her truck and fifth-wheel pulled off to the side of the long mountain road and piled into my SUV.

Once we were underway, Dahlia exhaled, smiled at me, said, “I quit.”

I looked at her oddly, “quit what?”

“My job.”

“Really?!”

“I did. I couldn't take it any more. This wasn't what I signed up for, not what I'd worked so hard to do in my career. I'd been at my desk all week. I didn't talk to one girl needing help, not one child who I could offer the smallest comfort. You know what I did? I spent all week filing budget requests, doing inventories, writing reports on the way the office should be reorganized. I hated it. I hated it worse than the weeks that came before. So, I quit.”

“I'm sorry it came to that, Dahlia. But I can't say I'm not happy to hear it. I'm happy for you. You've got time to find a new thing to make you happy.”

“You make me happy, Brent, you and your, uh, 'thing.'”

The girls hooted and rolled in the back seat. “You know what I mean. And, thank you.” I smiled at her as she held my hand. I waited to tell her about Orchid and I. One exciting thing at a time.

- - -

I dropped the check off at the agent's office at 4pm. Dahlia had loved the property as much as I had. I didn't bother giving a deposit. I wrote the check for the full amount and she drew up the initial documents immediately. The purchase was contingent on an inspection of the property, we had to ensure we'd be able to build on the lot as advertised, but the agent assured me that the seller had already performed such due diligence and was certain we'd have no issues.

The four of us settled down around the fire at camp full of laughter and excitement. The girls wanted to know if we could build a treehouse, to which I assured them we would. They wanted a cabin near the stream, which sounded great to me. They wanted to raise tigers, which I laughed at and said we'd see.

Lily took Orchid's hand and the girls skipped to the creek, shedding clothes and disappearing into the dark water.

Dahlia sat next to me, leaned her head on my shoulder, said quietly, “all this, Brent. I'm putting my life in your hands, and I get all this if it pays off. It feels unreal. I quit my job, I'm marrying you, we're going to build a house miles from nowhere on the top of a mountain. All this... it can't possibly be true.”

I kissed her forehead, said softly, “it is. All of it. All this. It's all true, and there will be more, much more. Don't think this is all that we'll enjoy together. More will come, you'll see.”

“What do we do about choosing a house plan?”

“I'll need information from the inspector on the potential building sites. The seller's agent showed us three, but suggested we could be creative and pick somewhere else. I really liked the one near the East side, near the wider stream. The views there, fantastic. Though, having a view of the East and West mountains would be very nice too. I'm torn. We'll see what the inspector says.”

“Nice. Yeah, I like the Eastern spot, too. The views are already spectacular, and being near the stream would be really nice for all of us. We could put in our own personal campground there, put in a fire pit. Oh, Brent. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, and I love that you think that would be cool. Love you, Dahlia.”

“Love you, Brent. How are... how are things with you and Orchid? Glad to see the cast off. She's getting around pretty well already.”

I smiled, almost unable to speak.

Dahlia smiled back, tilted her head, said, “what? Did you... Have you two...?”

“Yes. Two nights ago, and then yesterday morning, and again this morning... yes... Orchid gave me her virginity.”

Dahlia's head shot up, her face flushed, she wanted to know everything. I told her, “it was all in her hands. I let her decide how and where and when. When the time was right, and she was ready, we both knew it. No doubts, no fears, no worry about what we were doing. It was so... amazing... so special...”

Her hands were dancing under her sweats, masturbating as I described being with Orchid fully. She knelt down as she talked, pulled my rising penis out, and started sucking me. “She straddled me, Dahlia, so hot, her little pussy right there, right there sitting on me. She sat down, hit her hymen, she decided how hard to try to break it. And break it we did, my cock shot through and she rode me. Dahlia, it was the most amazing, wonderful expression on Orchid's face... oh... yeah... oh, that feels great... the most amazing look, so sweet, my daughter...”

Dahlia's head bobbed, sucking me, already had me tingling, her hand moving rapidly between her own legs. I continued, groaning throughout, “she was wet, so tight. God, Dahlia, my daughter's pussy is so tight. She rode me and came, then came again... ohhh... ohh... fuck, Dahlia, getting close... she rode me, and I filled her... oohh... I filled... my daughter... ohhh... fuck... cumming... cumming...”

Cum spewed out of my cock and splashed against Dahlia's tongue, telling her about fucking Orchid had sent me over the top. Dahlia moaned, “mmm-hmm... mmm-hmmm... mmmmmm... mmmmm... her body shuddered into her own climax as I ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed and shuddered and swallowed and came and trembled, pulled off my cock, swallowed again, her eyes dilated and wide, the look of pleasure washed onto her expression.

“Ohhh... ooh, Dahlia, oh that was great... I think you enjoyed hearing about it as much as I enjoyed telling it...”

“Mmm-hmm, fuck, Brent, fuck that was hot. I just imagined it, imagined seeing Orchid riding you, cumming, taking your cum inside her body. God, that makes me so hot. So hot.”

I grinned, pulled her to me for a kiss, tasted my warm, salty sperm on her lips. “I bet... you'll get to see it close up soon enough...”

“I can't wait...”