Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, father of Orchid, Dahlia's fiance

	- 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, Brent's fiance

	- 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

We picked the house design while hanging out at a small lake-side beach a few miles from my home. The beach was a fairly private affair, the property privately owned by an old retired couple I'd known for many years. They were out of town but a quick phone call had their permission to make the drive through their tree-covered dirt path to where the lake backed around along the narrow but deep northern end. The beach was a lake beach, a bit mucky, but after a few days of no rain, it made a soft spot to lay out our gear and relax while making the decision.

The privacy there was total, trees lining all sides of the water, and the lake itself devoid of other people anywhere around. We let the girls shed their clothes and skinny dip, and Dahlia and I joined them for a bit before eating sandwiches and peaches and poring over the designs.

We loved the one which looked a lot like a log cabin. It was huge in the architect's renderings, nestled into the treeline, built partially into the hill. The dark, dense wood outside was a decided contrast when looking at the light and spacious interior. High ceilings and a crow's nest in the living area looked roomy, and the upper floor bedrooms were plush and designed to provide comfortable arrangements.

I had hired a contractor the day before and set up a meeting for all of the parties for the following day to go over the plans and start setting a schedule.

- - -

A few days went by with a flurry of activity. The planning had started in earnest and by the time I'd caught my breath we had a three-month build schedule set up. I went into all the details that mattered to us, including preserving as much of the natural landscape as possible, clearing only branches that obstructed the Eastern view.

I felt confident that the team building the house was on top of things, and I decided I could let them do their work for a few weeks before I needed to check in closely and see how far the schedule had drifted by then.

Dahlia's house sold over that time, a couple moving from the Capital area were retiring and loved the location so near the mountains. The closing date was over a month away and the purchase was made above the initial asking price. As the end of July approached, Dahlia and I discussed taking a vacation with our daughters.

“Orchid's really interested in going to the Keys. I've only been once and loved it. You?”

Dahlia shook her head, “no, never. I've been to Miami a couple of times, never further South.”

I searched for listings in Key West, the end-of-the-world lush destination spot of so many. I knew it was a more adult place, in general, than some of the other islands, but I thought the girls were mature enough to enjoy it and it would be fun to share such a wonderful spot with them.

I called hotels, bed and breakfasts, guest houses. One after another, they had no vacancies. I was told often that most of the rooms booked up months in advance, but several referred me to another place of accommodation where a 'rumor' said an open room was available. These turned out to be mere whispers, and I ran into a few dead ends.

One finally turned up a single available room. The place was called Maria's, just off Duval Street, and they'd just had a cancellation for the following week of a single room with a king-sized bed.

“We'll take it,” I nearly shouted into the phone.

“Excellent. And how many of you will be staying?” The woman's name was Maria, but she wasn't the owner.

“Four of us.”

“Four... ok... The room only has one bed. Oh, well, we do have a couple of cots in storage, could bring those out.”

“Fine, fine, we'll take it.”

“All adults eighteen and over?”

“Um... no, two adults, two girls, thirteen and nine.”

“Are you familiar with Maria's policies?”

“Uh, policies?”

“We're clothing-optional within the building and around the pool area.”

I must have hesitated because the woman jumped in, “I understand if that's a deal-breaker for you... Let me see if anyone here knows of a vacancy...”

“No... that's great. I mean... we're... uh... we're naturists... so... we're all comfortable in our own skin. Nothing the girls haven't seen a million times before.” A bit of a stretch, but telling the woman that a thirteen and nine-year old were sexually active, with their parents, wasn't an option.

“Oh, well. Ok. So long as you accept the terms. We'll email you the details, you'll need to sign off on a parental waiver stating that you know about our clothing-optional status and that you will be responsible for your own children while staying here.”

“Of course, of course.”

She let out a relieved sigh, said, “Alright, let's start with your name and address...”

- - -

A few days later we were on our way to Key West. The construction team had started on the leveling and initial requirements on the house, and Dahlia's sale was still a few weeks away. It was the perfect opportunity to get away before we had to deal with both selling and building homes again.

We flew out of Roanoke and into Atlanta where we caught a small jet that went directly to Key West. The girls chattered the entire time, sharing two seats on one side of the plane while Dahlia and I relaxed opposite them. Lily got a bit over-excited, tickling Orchid's crotch and giggling. I had to lean over and remind the nine-year old to settle down, which she did, the smile never leaving her lovely face.

We were over the water for part of the flight, the girls oohing and aahing at the brilliant blue water. The flight landed in the early afternoon and we caught a cab downtown, the cabbie putting us out right in front of Maria's.

The building was gorgeous, Old South mixed with island charm. It was bigger than I'd expected, and as we swept up the stairs, bags in hand, the door opened and a young woman greeted us. “Hi! I'm Maria. Staying with us this week?”

I introduced myself and Dahlia, then the girls.

Maria couldn't have been older than nineteen, her Latina heritage obvious in her features and brown-toned skin. She wore her long, black hair pulled back and gathered into multiple dangling braids. Her white blouse ran low at the neckline, and her tight, black slacks left no room for anything to move beneath. Dahlia grinned at me when she saw me admiring the young woman's backside as we were led inside. My fiance whispered, “she's hot, can't say I'd kick her out of bed.”

I laughed and pinched her ass, leading her to squeak and squirm. Maria turned back, smiling, and swept her hand toward the office.

The inside of the building was lovely. Old wood and décor which mixed plantation with fiesta. As we turned to walk into the office, a middle-aged couple came in through the rear door, a man and woman both naked. His cock swung loosely as he strode in front of her, his eyes on mine a moment before he smiled and waved, said, “hello.” He turned toward a door and used his key to open it. The woman lingered only a moment, a pleasant look on her face. Her dark bush covered her genitals, and her small, tight boobs looked like they belonged on a teenager.

I saw Dahlia glance and admire both of them before she grinned and headed into the office. I looked back at the girls, pulled them to me, said quietly, “remember what we discussed. It's ok to look, but don't stare. Don't make anyone feel uncomfortable.”

They both nodded, both blushing, and I anticipated the thrill I'd get sniffing their panties later because I was certain both girls' vagina were drooling.

- - -

Maria showed us to our room, and I was never certain if she swished her ass to intentionally tease us or if the effect came only from her natural gait. Whatever it was, four sets of eyes followed her up the stairs and around to one side of the house. She unlocked the door for us and handed me a key.

The brown-skinned beauty smiled, told us, “enjoy!” then pecked my cheek and then Dahlia's. It left us unable to move a moment as the four of us 'enjoyed' watching Maria walk back down the stairs and return to the office.

Inside we set our luggage aside and collapsed into a big pile of warm bodies on the bed. Dahlia and Orchid snuggled against my sides as Lily spread herself over us, giggling.

I had to get a few things out of the way before we could really enjoy ourselves. “Remember, girls, we have to be very quiet when we are being intimate. The walls here are very thin. If any of us makes noise, someone will hear, and that will bring some very uncomfortable questions.” I stroked Lily's hair out of her face as she laid her head onto my chest. “Not a problem for Lily, but the rest of us tend to be... a bit loud.”

Orchid laughed, said, “I know, Dad... I'll remember. You two are the ones who tend to get loud, though.”

I nodded, replied, “we'll be quiet, too.” I let my hand stray down to Dahlia's ass where I squeezed her heavenly cheeks. “Also, naked does not mean sexual, ok? No playing, not even teasing, not so much as a stray comment, while we're out of this room where people can hear or see you, ok? We can't take any chances. I wish that weren't so... but that's the way it is.”

Orchid said, “We know, Dad. We talked about this... at length.”

“Just making sure. We're here to have fun, not get caught doing something that others will not understand... If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable... tell us. You're welcome to be naked here, but you don't have to.”

The smell in the room became familiar, intense. Warm and sweaty horny females all around me, I inhaled their scents. My cock rose in my pants as I tried to tell which of them I could smell the strongest. I pulled Lily over and had her legs quickly straddling my head. She laughed and settled her crotch over my nose. I sniffed her deeply, could smell the nine-year old's sex strongly through her sweatpants. I was in heaven.

Dahlia's hand found my crotch and unzipped my fly, pulling my cock out and was quickly sucking me as I smelled her daughter's odors. I rubbed my nose through Lily's crotch, her body suddenly rocking on my face. I pushed her up, pulled her sweats and panties down, the smell of her unwashed genitals grew stronger as she settled onto my mouth.

I inhaled again, the musky young preteen's pussy was almost overwhelming, so deliciously exciting. I groaned into her little hairy cunt as my tongue swept through her snatch. I tasted sweat and the day's excitement as I cleaned her swollen labia, sucking down the intense flavors between her thighs.

Orchid rose onto her knees and pulled Lily's shirt off, fondling then sucking on the nine-year old's breasts. As I ate Lily's sweaty pussy, I rubbed my daughter's crotch. Orchid moaned once a little too loudly and caught herself, letting Lily's flesh muffle the sound.

Dahlia mounted me quickly. Her pants were off and her slick, trimmed cunt slid easily down my length. I felt her shudder and hold back a moan as she started to hump me. Her hands slid over Lily's ass, slipping into her crack as I lapped her daughter's clit. Lily stiffened and came quickly, her silent cries perfect as we tried to avoid being overheard. The nine-year old's body bucked over me as her clit throbbed between my lips.

Lily slid off me and my daughter took her place. She was flushed, panting as her legs moved over my face. She'd left on her shorts and pressed her crotch against my nose. I inhaled her, the strong odors from my daughter's crotch sent me over the top. I ejaculated strongly into Dahlia's cunt, the woman sliding her vagina up and down my length. As semen rushed out and filled her pussy, I moaned quietly into Orchid's covered crotch, my daughter's unwashed feminine aroma so wonderful and intoxicating.

As my orgasm slowed, Dahlia slid off me and sucked my penis back into her mouth before I could soften. Her expert lips kept me mostly hard as I pulled my daughter's shorts down and sniffed against her soiled panties. The wet spot in Orchid's crotch kept my eyes locked a moment. She smiled down at me, lips open, eyes glazed. I inhaled her odors, shivered, then pulled aside her panties and lapped at her slick, sweaty crotch.

Orchid slid a hand over her own mouth as I licked her thirteen-year old pussy. My cock stirred in Dahlia's mouth as my daughter's private juices slid down my throat. Orchid tasted briny and sweet, tart, tangy, strong earthy flavors that were rich and full on my tongue. I lapped where the cream slipped from her young, pink vagina and darted inside to taste her deeper.

Her body shook as I found her clit. I felt Dahlia pull back and a tight, wet pussy slid over my cock. Lily's little body ground down on me as her mother fondled my balls and her daughter's asshole. I humped up into Lily as Orchid began to orgasm. Her throbbing clit bobbed as I tongued her hole, her moans muffled by her hand, her young, supple tits lovely and firm above me.

Orchid continued to ride my mouth after she came. I licked front to back and toward the front again, tasting both her holes and the hairy space in between. She quickly built into a second orgasm, discharge sliding down her vagina and onto my tongue.

My hand found Dahlia's cunt nearby and I slipped two fingers into her cummy vagina and another pushed through her anus. She gasped as she sucked on Lily's little tits, the nine-year old riding me faster, her tight pussy drawing up my tension and making me moan into my daughter's creamy crotch.

With my thumb, I circled Dahlia's clit while three fingers worked in and out of her holes. Her body bucked against my hand, shaking, her lips sucking greedily on her daughter's tits. She moaned into Lily's breasts, moans barely quieted against the nine-year old's flesh. Orchid grew weak over me as her second orgasm waned and she slid off my face, settled down and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips.

Lily rose off my cock and pushed her thin, hairy crotch into her mother's face. Dahlia ate her daughter's pussy while the young girl rocked and humped back. Lily's mouth was open, her beautiful silent scream locked on tightly as her orgasm crashed into her small body. Dahlia was right with her, clenching my fingers with her vagina and anus as her climax rocked her body. The woman had enough awareness as she came to grasp my cock and shove it into her mouth as Lily slid back onto her knees.

I watched Dahlia's body trembling, Lily's too, as they passed my cock back and forth. Orchid joined them, sharing my penis, taking her father's flesh deep in her mouth. I felt myself drawing up quickly, my balls tensing, my ass clenching. She shared my penis with Dahlia and Lily, warm, wet lips burning over my flesh. One wet mouth after another drew me closer to the edge. I didn't know until it was too late where my semen would go.

I was in Orchid's mouth when I ejaculated. I barely avoided a loud groan as sperm erupted from my penis, quickly filling her mouth. After the second shot, she gagged, my cock ripped from her mouth. Lily was right there, took me between her lips where I ejaculated against the nine-year old's tongue. She held still as I finished in her mouth, sucking me gently as the cum slowed and stopped, swallowing my jism and pulling off me, smiling.

Orchid's face was a mess as she swallowed the bigger part of my load. She'd taken two powerful spurts in her mouth but during the transfer to Lily, some of my cum had landed on her nose and chin, running down her face in sticky globs.

Dahlia spotted the mess and leaned over me, kissing Orchid, tasting my sperm on my daughter's lips. Orchid was still catching her breath after nearly choking on my cum, and Dahlia licked the warm sperm from her skin before sharing a cummy kiss with Lily.

The three of them settled down against me, sweaty, panting, relaxing. I hugged them all to me, and even after two orgasms, the warm bodies, the smells of the sweaty, horny females I loved had my cock bobbing and threatening to stiffen once more.

This was going to be a fun vacation.