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

Maria, Female, 19

	- Employee at Maria's Guest House in Key West

	- Mocha-brown skin, Latina, 5'8, 150lbs, shoulder-length dark-brown silky hair

Dahlia and I had eventually crawled back to our room and made just enough space on the edges of the bed to squeeze in and get some sleep. The girls were sleeping peacefully when we did, all knocked out and hopefully dreaming about pleasurable things.

Maria rose and departed at some point during the night. I never felt or heard her leave, but when I roused to see the sun poking through our window, I saw only Orchid and Lily between Dahlia and me. I took my time getting out of bed, letting the others sleep as long as they wished, then donned a robe and slid into the hallway.

Not that I needed to cover up in the clothing-optional guest house, but despite my comfort the previous night, it felt a bit odd to think of strolling out in the morning completely nude. In the small breakfast room, I found hot coffee ready and poured myself a cup.

Maria came in, a sleepy smile on her face. She was blushing, wore a sundress and sandals, said kindly, “good morning, Mr. Daniels. Sleep comfortably?”

I knew enough to keep up the informal charade in a place where others might see or overhear. “I did. We all did, the others are still snoozing.” I smiled at her, wished I could give her a kiss, said instead, “great to see you this morning.”

She looked around, pulled me back into the far corner, sat with me at a small wooden table. She leaned in, whispered, “thanks... for last night... I could never have dreamed that might happen. Is... is everyone still ok? Are we still ok?”

I nodded, “yeah... I think we are. Haven't talked to the girls today, but Dahlia and I stayed up a while last night, talked a bit. We really enjoyed ourselves. That was a first for us... sharing... our daughters with someone else. We risk so much, you know... I hope you understand that...”

Maria looked into my eyes, said, “I do. I'll never say a word... I mean... I was involved, too... I hope you'll never tell anyone, especially my grandmother...” She paused, looked concerned. “It's sick, right? What we did...”

I was quiet a moment, “most people would see it that way... even if I knew of someone else doing what we did... I'd think it was sick.”

She looked away, almost sad, “I don't know why it turns me on so much... I'm really confused by it... Orchid and Lily... they're so young... and you... God, Brent... watching you make love with your daughter... I've never been so turned on. I'm wet right now just thinking about it... makes me wish my father had wanted that...”

“So many reasons that usually ends up horribly. Abusive. Kids can't easily say 'no'. I struggled with it a long time, still do sometimes. I hope Orchid and Lily never think of what we do as anything other than love and pleasure. If I thought they were being harmed... I'd never...”

“Me either... I admit... I'm kinda struggling with it this morning... what we did... I mean... I loved it... can't stop thinking about it... but... I don't know... just really confused.”

“Do you think... do you think it was abuse? Including the girls last night?”

She was silent a moment, shook her head, “no. Not at all. I try to imagine what I might think... if I'd have been Orchid's age and my dad wanted me like that... I think I'd be ok. Better than ok. I love him, want to make him feel good... I bet Orchid is like that. She seemed to really love you last night, really love you being with her so... intimately... No, that wasn't abusive... And Lily... she's what, nine? Ten? She has hair on her privates... so young...”

I nodded, stirred as I pictured Lily's fur patch in my mind, “she's a long story... One I won't tell, but let's just say that she comes by her eagerness honestly. She's a young girl with mature desires... and she has a lot of fun... maybe more than the rest of us. If it wasn't us... I suspect Lily would have found herself sexual partners on her own, so... I guess I'm glad we can protect her a little bit from people who might not treat her well, who don't love her the way her mom did, and now I do, as well.”

“Oh... so, she's not your daughter?”

“No, not yet. She's Dahlia's. From her first marriage.”

“Oh... wow, I didn't know.” Maria shuddered, closed her eyes. I wondered if she was watching Lily and her mom's participation in the previous nights events with a different understanding. We heard the front door to the guest house open and someone walked down the hall. Maria stood, said quietly, “So... thanks, for all of it. Best night of my life. Gotta get back to work... wish I could join you again while you're here.”

“I think we'd all love that.”

“Wish I could, but after work I have to go to a cookout with my grandmother, then I'm leaving tomorrow to go to Colombia to visit my mom's family. I'll be gone for three weeks.” She sounded sad, and I felt a sense of loss that Maria would not be around, even if just to share a smile.

“Well... thanks, Maria. I wish you safe travels and I hope you'll think very fondly on the moments we spent together. I know I loved it, and my family did as well. If you ever want to talk, I'm sure you have my number in my contact info. Call anytime. If you ever get up to Virginia, I'd love for you to stay with us.”

“I just might do that.” She paused at the door, turned back, said in a full voice, “have a great day, Mr. Daniels. Enjoy your stay in Key West, and come in Maria any time you're in town.” I wondered if she had intentionally said it that way or if the phrase had accidently left her lips. It made me want to cum in the nineteen-year old all over again.

I fixed a coffee for Dahlia and orange juice for the girls, took the drinks back to the room as they were finally stirring. Sleepy smiles and sweet kisses met me. I sat on the bed while they got themselves together slowly. I pulled Orchid aside, asked, “so... what do you think about last night?”

Orchid's smile beamed, she blushed a little. “Awesome. So awesome. Think she'll come back tonight?”

I shook my head. “She wants to, but she has something else to do. Won't be around the rest of the time we're here, unfortunately.”

She looked crestfallen. “Bummer. I like her a lot.”

“Me too, Sweetie. But cheer up. We've got several days of fun ahead of us,” I slid my hand to her naked thigh, watched her legs part as I petted her, “and plenty of fun things the four of us can do in bed, right?”

“Mmm... yes. Pretty sore right now, though, Dad.”

I felt my cock rising, sore spots from the friction of fucking four wonderful pussies all over. “Me too, Kitty. Me too.”

- - -

We spent that day slowly walking around the South end of town, visiting popular landmarks and exploring cafes and art galleries. To say we were all sexually exhausted was an understatement. Even though willing, my penis was really sore. It felt thick even when flaccid, and we all seemed to understand it as we piled into bed that night.

The next day was more of the same, different shops, different cafes. We passed a tattoo shop and Dahlia stopped short. “I want to get a tattoo.” She waited for my reaction.

“Ok. It's your body, decorate it however makes you happy.”

She smiled, said, “but you can't watch. I want it to be a surprise.”

I grinned, said, “fine. Shall I take the girls and go wander a while?”

“I want to watch!” said Lily. “Can I get one, too?”

Dahlia's eyes became narrow. “No, you cannot get a tattoo. One day, not today. But you can watch.” She looked at Orchid and I, said, “you two be ok without us for a couple of hours?”

I smiled at my daughter, said, “I think we can manage.”

- - -

Orchid and I wandered through the less touristy parts of town for about forty-five minutes before we stopped at a little cafe for iced tea. Many of the houses were clearly second or third residences, and many of the owners seemed to be out of town. There was less foot traffic, less to see, but we both enjoyed looking at the interesting building designs, both the flamboyant and conservative manners in which decorations were placed.

I loved the way my daughter's white and flowery skirt kicked up when the wind blew just right, the thirteen-year old oblivious to the way someone could see her panties for a split second before the skirt settled back and hid her underwear from view. We chatted about the plans for the new house as we sat outside, how we couldn't wait to move in once it was ready. We loved being on the island in the hot sun of Key West, but we both felt our hearts were somewhere more mountainous.

The skirt was a one-piece with thin straps worn over Orchid's shoulders. She'd put on no bra, something which she had told me weeks before that she enjoyed. I could just make out her areolae under the fabric despite the built-in cups. I wondered if she'd be turned on to know other people could see them, as well.

We finished our tea and slipped down a narrow road heading back in the general direction of the tattoo parlor. We were both sweating in the heat, and I was actually looking forward to heading back to the guest house to cool down in the pool.

“Oh, cool!” Orchid exclaimed. She bent over at the waist to pick up a package of butterfly hair bows, and when she did, I stared at where her cotton panties were exposed. The ridges of Orchid's labia formed a clear imprint on the fabric, moisture from her sweat, and possibly arousal, left a long wet strip down the middle. It took all my willpower to keep from reaching for her then.

She righted herself, showed me the bows, and stuck them in the little purse she carried. We walked a bit further, realized we'd headed the wrong direction for a few blocks, turned around. Orchid started squirming, said, “Dad... I really need to pee...”

I looked around, saw only mostly-vacant homes, replied, “hold it sweetie... we're a ways from the cafe still.”

“Oh... I'm about to burst...”

I saw a house which sat back on its property a bit, a tall wooden fence surrounding the back yard. The state of the grass said no one was home, but I knew it was risky. “Ok... follow me... quickly.”

I made sure no one was on the road when we scuttled up the short drive. I listened a moment, heard no one in the home, saw no lights. I opened the gate and ushered Orchid inside.

The backyard was terribly overgrown, no sign of care for months, if not more. We had only a couple of feet of relatively low growth before it became too thick to proceed. Orchid looked at me funny, “here?”

I nodded, watched as she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down past her thighs, then squatted quickly. Orchid closed her eyes, hunched slightly, and pissed heavily on the ground. I smelled her urine strongly, her stream flowing for several moments before slowing and dripping from her hairy young snatch. Orchid let out a sigh, opened her eyes, “much better... got anything I can use to wipe with?”

I knew it was a risk, but I was highly aroused by what I'd watched. “Yes,” I said with a grin. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet, panties still around her knees, and turned her around. With one hand, I bent her over, her hands braced against the high fence. I knelt and lapped quickly along her slit, cleaning away the piss and heavy, musky sweat and vaginal discharge which had collected there all day. The flavor was strong, complex, intoxicating. She smelled warm, briny, a bit of fresh urine and hours of sweat and wet pussy.

I was overcome with desire for my daughter. I barely paused to unzip my pants before I brought my hips to her ass. Orchid looked over my shoulder, “horny, Dad?”

“Very...” Cock hard in my hand, I slid it along her slit only a moment before I pushed it inside my daughter's wet, tight vagina. Her pink labia spread around my penetration. I filled her quickly, swelling inside the thirteen-year old's pussy. I held Orchid's waist, watched myself slip in and out of her tight hole, my daughter's tiny, wrinkled butthole glistening with sweat just above. I could still taste the slick sweet and bitter flavors from her crotch in my mouth as I quickly built toward release.

I humped my daughter faster. She held still, leaning against the fence, letting me enjoy myself in her body. I smelled her strongly, then, the odors from her churning pussy becoming pungent and thick, lingering scents from her fresh urine still hitting my nose, as well. I tried not to cry out as I shuddered against Orchid's ass, grinding against my daughter, the thirteen-year old grunting quickly each time my penis struck her cervix.

I was overcome, lustful, my own daughter's tight pussy so tender, slick, so, so hot. I stared at Orchid's asshole as I began to ejaculate into her vagina. She braced herself as semen flowed out of me and deep into her cunt. I writhed against her, writhed, filled her with my seed, felt fiery as I barely stopped from screaming her name. Instead, as the cum slowed in my daughter's pussy, I whispered, breathlessly, “oh, Orchid... oh...”

Voices sprang up not far away. I couldn't tell where, but I panicked and so did my daughter. In seconds her panties were up and covering her genitals before my semen had a chance to slip out. My cock was back in my shorts and we slid out of the fence and quickly made our way back down the street. I thought maybe we had heard people on a nearby deck, but we were never sure.

We stopped at the cafe again to quench our thirst. Orchid giggled as we stood with our hearts racing. She leaned toward me, whispered, “I can feel it dribbling out of me.” I imagined the way my daughter's thirteen-year old vagina was swollen, gaping, raw from me fucking her moments before, my cum slowly sliding out and coating the fabric of her cotton panties. My cock was hard once more.

- - -

Dahlia pulled me into a bathroom, laughing as we closed ourselves in a stall in the women's room at a bar on Duval, the girls left to chat about the close call Orchid and I had had earlier that day. Dahlia said she wanted to show me her tattoo somewhere private.

The stall door closed and, no one else inside, she smiled, turned around, and pulled one side of her thin shirt down over her shoulder. “Just ease the pad off and take a look.” I carefully pealed the covering and looked below. A multi-colored tattoo about the size of my hand was just below the ridge of her left shoulder.

It was a tree shaped as if it were a penis, a thick, flesh-colored trunk ended in a bulb of dark red leaves. Around the tree were three beautiful butterflies. On each, the area between the wings was pink and red, looking very much like vaginas with wings. I was blown away. “That is amazing!”

She smiled back at me, “like the symbolism?”

“Love it. Which vaginafly is yours?”

“Those are buttersnatches, thank you, and I think you know which one is mine.” She pulled her shorts down quickly, revealing that she wore a pair of dark, silk panties, the smell of her sweaty, excited genitals wafting quickly to my nose. “Think you can unload in me like you did in Orchid?” She asked, batting her eyes. “Can't be in here too long, someone else is bound to come in.”

“Do my best... mmm...” I unzipped my fly and brought my cock out, half-hard. I stroked myself and ran the tip of my dick along Dahlia's sweaty crotch. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, said, “either hole... your choice. Make it quick.”

I plunged into her pussy a moment, the woman already wet and slick. I fucked her rapidly, trying to keep my grunts in check, felt myself becoming tense. I pulled back, sank down, lapped Dahlia's sweaty anus, tasted her natural flavors which had worked up from a day of sweating in the heat. The taste was strong, sweet, salty, certainly bitter and powerful. I loved it, let my tongue sink deep into her ass.

I could have easily lost myself licking Dahlia's asshole, but I remembered her words, pushed saliva into her tightest hole, and pressed the tip of my cock against it. She gasped lightly as I pushed in, her anus dilating slowly but steadily, her asshole becoming comfortable, used to opening and letting me slide inside.

I sodomized Dahlia quickly, slamming myself in and out of her increasingly sloppy hole. I rose over her, tensed, felt her tight ring open further, and pulsed into Dahlia's rectum. I spewed cum into her ass, filling her quickly, urgently, grunting despite trying not to. I tingled as I came in the woman's bowels, her guts churning, Dahlia taking me there so comfortably, her butthole such a welcome hole for fucking and cumming.

I pulled off her even as my cock continued to drool semen. It trailed out of her hole as Dahlia's anus gaped, red and swollen, then closed, my jism trapped inside. I thought she might sit down and empty her bowels, but instead, she reached back, dipped a finger into her ass and brought it to her lips, mewling as she tasted the mix of my cum and her dirty hole.

Dahlia stood straight, clenched her asscheeks, and pulled her panties and shorts back up. She turned and faced me, brought her lips to mine, and we shared a kiss. As we left the stall and made our way back to the girls, she whispered to me, “I'm going to walk around all day knowing your cum is in my ass. Mmm... Might even let a little of it dribble out... like I know Orchid's pussy has been doing since you came in her earlier...”

- - -

“My turn, Daddy,” Lily whispered to me, her head close to mine. I had just slid into the pool, four or five people besides us in various states of undress swimming and lounging, sipping cold drinks. Dahlia and Orchid had shared with each other the fact that my cum was still inside them, dripping into panties, and though they had removed their shorts and skirt, respectively, they had both left their soiled underwear on.

I was thankful that Dahlia's were dark given the dirty load which was slowly draining from through her sore anus. Orchid mostly kept her legs closed, and I was thankful since I knew they would easily show the heavy deposit of semen which had to have slipped from her vagina and soaked into the fabric. In the room, we'd all spent a moment pressing our noses into Orchid's panty-covered crotch, inhaling the strong smells of sex and genitals and seminal fluid which had soaked in. It was heavenly.

By the time I'd settled into the pool, Lily had decided I'd left her out of the fun, and she was right. The nine-year old was naked, not a shameful bone in her body. I caught an older man, probably in his sixties, watch as Lily bent over to test the water, his eyes drawn to her hairy slit. He turned to the side before his growing erection was obvious to everyone.

I wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand, I was somewhat angry at the man. How dare he stare at Lily like that and become aroused. On the other... I totally understood, felt myself becoming aroused by the view as well. It passed quickly, so I didn't have to wrestle with it for long.

I looked around, realized no one was at the far end of the pool area where the shower stalls lined a walkway leading toward the rear of the property. I whispered in Lily's ear, “we have to be quick... and we have to be very, very careful. Can you do that?”

Lily giggled, said quietly, “aren't you the one that has to be quick... and quiet?”

I laughed, “you got me there. Meet me in the furthest shower stall in just a couple of minutes.”

Lily jogged off and I slowly made my way out of the water. Dahlia watched me with a half-grin on her face, and Orchid appeared to be sleeping in the evening warmth, her young nipples stiff and moving up and down as she breathed deeply.

I grabbed a couple of towels and headed toward the rear. No one was back there, and I could just make out Lily's toes under the gap at the bottom of the stall door. I looked under the others, saw no one else in the other three, and slipped in with the nine-year old.

She immediately squatted and started urinating down the shower drain. Lily looked at me, smiling, watching me watch her piss. I loved that sight, seeing urine streaming from the nine-year old's crotch. It splattered her feet and ankles. I don't know where she got it from, but she leaned back as she pissed, spraying my feet. My dick jumped and she giggled as her pee slowed and dripped from her pussy.

Lily stood, turned around, “I want what Orchid got...”

I knelt down and lapped quickly at the nine-year old's hairy, urine drenched crotch. Her piss was bitter and warm, unpleasant to taste but incredibly erotic to consume. I cleaned her thoroughly, her natural lubricants soon replacing the stringent urine on my tongue.

I stood and brought my penis up to her labia, nestled the head just inside her entrance.

We heard a noise and realized someone had stepped into the stall next to us. I froze, put my hand on Lily's shoulder to keep her from moving. My cock pulsed resting with just the tip inside the preteen's tight little hole.

We heard the sound of a woman humming. I wondered which of the older ladies we'd seen near the pool it might be, the dark-red haired woman with heavy, swinging breasts, or the shorter, somewhat overweight brunette whose large clit was obvious even with her extra pounds pushing out her Mons.

I didn't dare to move, either deeper into Lily or out of her, fearing I'd groan and give myself away. I heard splashing. The water hadn't been turned on. I knew then the woman was urinating. My cock jumped in Lily's cunt, slid in an inch, the tightness encompassing the top of my shaft. Precum shot into Lily's hole as I tried to hold still.

The piss in the stall next to us slowed and stopped, then there was a moment of silence. A low moan, then another. Lily looked back at me, grinning. I smiled back, pressed my finger to my lips, and she turned back, continuing to brace her young body against the back of the stall.

The woman moaned again, and I heard squishing sounds. She was fingering herself fast, building quickly. Lily pushed back against me then and my cock swelled inside her. I was growing very aroused, tensing. The anonymous woman started to climax, her low moans becoming gutteral, pleasurable.

I swelled further, Lily's tight hole not dilating, the pressure building in my groin. I moved slightly, slipped through her hole and out a bit, in and out, Lily moved in small movements. The woman was purring next door, her orgasm clearly washing euphoria through her.

I flooded Lily's nine-year old pussy, her hairy cunt taking my load in long, slow blasts. I squirted, paused, squirted, paused, flowed into her, then slowly, on a time-delay, the peak of my orgasm crashed over me as my ejaculation had almost finished. Lily breathed heavily, and somehow, I managed to avoid making too loud a noise.

The water in the next stall came on, drowning out any sounds I might make. Lily looked back again, smiling. I pulled myself grudgingly from the nine-year old's vagina, semen rushing out and drooling down her inner thigh. I kissed her deeply, held her tight in my arms, whispered, “I love you, Kitty.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

We turned on the water and cleaned ourselves off. I listened a moment, the woman in the other stall appeared to have finished and left, so we scooted out and slipped back into the pool. Dahlia smiled at me from where she dozed in her chair. I'd just filled her nine-year old daughter's vagina with my semen, and once more that week, my cock was too sore to fulfill all the sexual plans I had for my three beautiful lovers.