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The Steffi Chronicles
by Tantalus (tantaluseros@yahoo.com)

***

By accident, or divine design a newly married man finds 
himself in a delightful situation: His new wife decides 
their 11-year-old would be a good sexual companion for 
them both, and since they're nudists, they ask help 
from a very special club. (MFg, ped, bi, inc, swing)

***

Whether it got out of hand or whether it was was fate 
remains for the moralists to decide. But it began with 
Margaret, and just a few days after I decided to move 
in with her.

Our sex was fabulous. She especially would make me buck 
like a maniac as she took my medium-sized cock deep 
inside her mouth nearly every morning while forcing two 
fingers up my ass until I exploded inside her. She said 
"what's morning coffee without the right amount of 
cum?"
It was heaven. So was Steffie.

Steffie was 11 -- quite tall for a preteen, with bright 
red hair and flashing green eyes, long muscled legs of 
a thoroughbred, a mouth to die for. As for the rest of 
her fantastic body, read on.

It was a chilly Sunday afternoon in May. Outside the 
late spring rains were taking their toll and everyone 
just felt like staying in bed...at least that was my 
intention with Margaret. 

As I awoke, as usual, my head on her stomach and the 
metallic yet magnetic smell of last night's sex filling 
my senses, I began moving down to her partly shaved 
blonde cunt, eager for a morning taste that I knew 
would drive her mad, bucking and screaming.

Just as I was about to let my tongue wander deep inside 
her I heard the door handle click, and quickly arranged 
myself back to the head of the bed as Steffie poked her 
head in to ask "Mom??"

Margaret stirred sleepily, asking "What is it Steff?"

"I'm chilly mom and David took all the extra blankets 
on the camping trip.."

"Well then come on in here," Margaret motioned, pulling 
back the bed covers on her side, but not far enough to 
expose her ample bare body.

"Thanks Mom," the 11-year-old said, snuggling under the 
comforter with the remark. "You guys sure are cozy in 
here."

"If you're that cold, you'll probably be warmer between 
us, honey," Margaret said, prompting her daughter to 
crawl over her naked form under the covers and 
snuggling down between us.

As fate would have it, I was facing Margaret as Steffi 
joined us. And I felt her thigh brush slightly against 
my hardened cock already dripping with precum in 
expectation of thoroughly eating her mother.

And try as I might, it would not go down. A galaxy of 
new and stunning sensations ran through my body as this 
11-year-old beauty snuggled eagerly between us, one arm 
across her mother's chest and the other lying 
underneath and behind her so I could feel it against my 
stomach.

"This feels so great," Steffi said eagerly. "You guys 
are so warm" As she cuddled in closer between us, I 
felt my erection lay wetly against her thigh, the upper 
part of the shaft in direct contact with her panties. I 
had to get away, thoughts and images were rising too 
fast as was my cum as my stiff cock lay against this 
smooth young leg.

"I should get up, make some coffee," I blandly 
announced, only to have Margaret protest unlike I've 
ever seen her in bed manners. "No, Jim, stay here with 
us, it's too warm and Steff's still chilled, aren't you 
baby?"

With that, Margaret turned to face me, her 34C's 
literally tumbling out of the covers, nipples quite 
erect as Steffi snuggled closer into her shoulder and 
pushed back ever so slightly against my now raging, and 
well-dripping erection.

I tried to signal her through eyebrow and eye movements 
that it was all a bit much for me, but she just smiled 
and asked: "Steffi, you probably would warm up quicker 
if you took off that nightshirt and underwear. It's 
what the Eskimos do to keep each other and the whole 
family warm at night."

Then came the kicker: "Jim, help her so she can get 
real warm." Steff sat up slightly and pulled the 
nightshirt up off her head ( I helped her out of the 
arms) as Margaret reached down gingerly and slid off 
her white cotton panties, my precum dripping across the 
back of her hand as she lowered them off Steffie's long 
and oh, so soft thighs.

Steff quickly resumed her favorite snuggle with the 
instant result that my hard-on now obviously was 
resting just under the crack of her sweet ass, 
twitching frequently up into those glorious cheeks.

She had to feel my precum dripping along her lower 
thigh by now! But she just smiled in her mother's arms 
as Margaret quite deliberately licked the drops of my 
precum off the back of her hand, smiling.

It was with that motion that I saw the instant of 
recognition between mother and daughter, and to 
punctuate the moment, Steffi turned over on her back so 
my erection lay just across her flat young stomach, 
more precum than ever now oozing onto her skin.

She looked down quizzically as Margaret moved her hand 
oh so deftly across her daughter's stomach, picking up 
the slick precum as she did, then gave my cock a soft 
jack.

That was the detonator. Immediately my body started to 
buck up against Steffi's luscious young body with cum 
shooting over her smooth stomach and over against 
Margaret's thigh. I couldn't help myself and began to 
turn red, saying, "I'm so very sorry, so sorry."

But Steffi and her mother just smiled, as if it had 
been planned, and I had been the unwitting tool. "I 
told you, baby, he wouldn't be able to hold it," she 
said as she wiped thick gobs of cum off her daughter's 
stomach and her own thigh, then put two fingers rich in 
my fluids into Steffi's mouth, saying, "Enjoy it Steff, 
swallow it... you'll learn to love it."

Ever so gently, Steff took her mother's cum-rich 
fingers into her mouth and gently swirled my fluids 
around before swallowing. Then with a quick smile to us 
both, she said, "It's a little salty, Mom, but I think 
I'll like it."

She still seemed slightly confused over what just had 
happened when Margaret laid back, slowly rubbing my cum 
across her sweet daughter's stomach and then ever so 
slightly lower, stopping just above where her lovely 
but yet unencumbered slit began.

"It's a gift from Jim to both of us, honey," she told 
the now relaxing preteen. 

"He really loves us so he gives us this from his body 
to show how much, and it's up to us to care for it as 
the precious present it is."

With that, Margaret bent low over her supine daughter, 
licking my spread cum off her daughter's luminous skin. 
Then she bent farther, taking my now-soft cock in her 
mouth to lick up the residue. "It's also up to us, 
baby, to ensure that lovely warm gift he gives us isn't 
wasted. It belongs inside us, one way or the other."

"Now tell Jim thank you, honey, and give him a nice 
deep kiss to show him how much you appreciate his 
gift."

Steff looked at me eagerly with such a delightfully 
shaped half-open mouth and just above a whisper, said 
"Thank you so much, Jim" as she turned sideways and 
offered me her lips, which I touched at first, 
tentatively then slowly edged my tongue along the 
inside of her mouth.

Surprisingly, she sucked eagerly on me, tongues 
answering as her mother squeezed her into me as my now 
drying cum glued us together at the stomach and I felt 
her hips undulate oh so slowly in excitement.

Her tongue magic was not wasted as I quickly grew hard, 
my cock rising up between her virgin thighs as her 
mother eased away, leaving us in a firm embrace as 
Steffi's cunt juices began to stream over my erection.

"That's it baby," Margaret urged. "Jim really loves us 
both and we have to return all the favors he'll be 
doing for us."

Much as I wanted my seven inches buried deep inside 
that moistening, virgin cunt, I turned on my back 
instead and let her now sopping teen slit rest on my 
crotch with my cock laying just against the crack of 
her sweet ass.

"Mommy, I feel so funny," Steffi said, glancing a 
cautious glance at her mother, now resting on one elbow 
and massaging her daughter's back, down to where my 
cock lay.

"Of course, you do, Steff," her mother answered. 
Remember what I said about strange feelings and the 
urge to return all that love Jim has for you? Just 
slide forward on his chest so he can see how much you 
care."

The lovely nymph climbed onto my chest, inched along on 
her knees, leaving a well-defined trail of her cunt 
juice from my pubic hair up to my nipples as the 
delightful odor of her arousal filled both our 
nostrils.

"Remember, Jim loves you so much that he'd like to kiss 
you everywhere," she remarked, then glanced that 
devilish stare at me: "Wouldn't you Jim?

I was at the point of bursting, and told the cautious 
11-year-old: "Yes sweet Steff, I'd especially like to 
kiss you at that special place."

"You mean where I pee, Jim,? she asked, eyes growing in 
wonderment.

"Especially there, baby." I gripped my hand lightly on 
her long thighs and urged that dripping slit toward my 
mouth until my lips were directly under her opening 
where I began lightly flicking my tongue against her 
lips and up toward her now visible clit."

In response, she moaned softly, threw her head back and 
planted her dripping cunt directly on my open mouth, 
rocking back and forth before half-shouting: "Mommmmy! 
Oh, Mommy if feels so wonderful, and it feels like I 
want to pee and, God, Mommy I feel tingly all over... 
what's happening?

"Just keep rocking like that, baby and Jim will make 
you feel like nothing you've ever felt before," she 
encouraged her naked and rocking daughter with my 
tongue inside her and flicking over her now engorged 
clit." With that, Margaret took me deep in her mouth 
and I only knew I had to outlast Steffi now working to 
a climax and her first cum ever.

I didn't have to wait long. Twisting her head from side 
to side and now grinding her sopping cunt against my 
mouth, she suddenly screamed: "AHHHHHH! OH, MOMMY! 
MOMMY I FEEL LIKE I'M COMING APART, MOMMY, WHAT'S 
HAPPENING????" Then she exploded onto my face with a 
gush of glorious cunt juice that sent me over the edge 
as I shot into Margaret's welcoming throat. As mother 
kept draining me of string after string of cum, Steffi 
reached down and pulled my head ever so tighter against 
her gushing nectar as she stiffened, then went into 
tiny seizures rippling up and down her thighs, her eyes 
looking toward the ceiling and her mouth open in a 
silent scream as the second and final orgasm took her.

It was too much for all of us and we literally 
collapsed into a pile of three sated bodies as Margaret 
kept gently sucking on my now-softening cock, draining 
the last vestiges of cum into her eager throat as 
Steffi slid off my face to lay, legs slightly akimbo 
and her cunt still dripping profusely with glorious 
juices as her mother continued to massage her now 
relaxing ass.

It clearly was the most emotional and defining moment 
in the 11-year-old's life and as we all positioned 
ourselves for a well-deserved nap I thought back to how 
my life had changed to this wonderful festival of lust 
and love.

It began at the Jeffrey's pool that Sunday afternoon. 
Margaret, 42, with a rich ripe body, pure blonde and 
tremendously sexy, sat up against me at the portable 
bar in her dark blue bikini, noticingly intently how 
Steffi in her most revealing bikini of the same color, 
was turning ever so lasciviously on a nearby blanket, 
her oiled arms and legs open to the midafternoon sun.

"My God, Jim," she whispered, inching her fingers into 
my loose trunks. "Steff is only 11 and look how her 
body just glows. Jeez, she's almost turning me on."

"She is going to be one helluva woman for someone, 
Marge," I replied eagerly, my cock stiffening quickly 
to her ministrations. "If she was even five years older 
I probably would be hard put to keep my hands off her. 
But that's as your countrymen say, verboten."

"Ah, yes, pure verboten," she commented, squeezing the 
head of my erection just enough to produce those few 
drops of precum I knew she was thirsting for.

Later that evening, as we relaxed naked in our basement 
hot tub, with Steffi and her brother David upstairs and 
sound asleeep. Marge brought it up again, to my 
surprise.

"I was just wondering, you know, about Steffi. She's so 
damned sexy already and I know we'll both worry about 
her -- even though you are her stepfather -- I can only 
hope she finds her first lover as wise and caring as 
you, Jim."

While the comment caught me slightly by surprise, I 
laid out my views: 
"Look Marge, there isn't a normal sexually guy in the 
world like me -- even at 62 -- who wouldn't get hard as 
a rock thinking about having sex with a pre-teen girl 
like that. But we know in this society, such things are 
"verboten" as you say... but... if it were a different 
world, I'd have you both in bed, wet, screaming and 
cumming every night, count on it."

"I know you would lover, and it's your honesty that 
turns me on," she said, her mouth then nibbling lightly 
on my stiff nipples before moving down, tongue first to 
swallow my raging hard-on, brought on, certainly by 
considering that bed scene I just imagined. It took 
only seconds before I exploded into her mouth as she 
eagerly sucked me dry.

Margaret and I had been enjoying the nudist lifestyle 
whenever we could get away from Steffi and her brother 
during the warm months. We had talked about introducing 
them to the lifestyle in the few camps we had in the 
area, but had hesitated, given Steffi's obvious charms, 
even when she was nine years old.

As I pondered how the new sexual atmosphere now raging 
through our house posed challenges that obviously will 
be changing our lives, I remembered something I'd heard 
from another nudist during a rather serious 
conversation in a hot tub at Sunshine II the previous 
year.

So I called Bob Davidson, the only other nudist I could 
remember being present at that gathering. "Bob," I 
asked, "Do you remember something we overheard at the 
camp last year about a 'very select' or 'most select' 
club somewhere that lends itself to overt sexuality 
among members than what occurs at our regular camp?

There was a hesitancy on Bob's end, he told me later he 
was waiting for his wife to walk out of earshot. "It's 
called 'Most Select,' Jim, I understand it's a little 
heavier and deeper into physical contact than most. All 
I have is this phone number."

I punched it into my cell phone. Since I work at home 
on the Web, I decided to call around mid-morning, when 
Margaret and Steffi were out shopping (I remember 
something about Victoria's Secret to surprise me).

Surprised as I was by hearing a woman's voice on the 
other end of the line, it didn't take long to overcome 
my nervousness in the conversation.

She pleasantly took down Margaret's and my name and 
obviously, by her computer, was able to verify that we 
were frequent campers at Sunshine. That also seemed to 
quell her suspicions, if the attitude in her voice was 
anything to go by.

"Why did you call us, Jim? Before you answer, be 
assured anything you tell me will be held in the 
strictest confidence."

She was reassuring. So I began: "We'd like to introduce 
our daughter to the lifestyle but also ensure that her 
introductions to sex are very well-rounded, unbiased, 
open and pleasing to her and to us, her parents."

There was the slightest hesitation on the other end, 
then the voice, with a surety gained only with 
experience asked: "It sounds like you'd like to 
integrate your daughter's sexual experiences with you 
and your wife's in the most congenial atmosphere 
available, Jim. And, it certainly sounds like some 
basic steps have been taken in that direction, am I 
wrong?"

"No, you're right on the money," I said somewhat 
anxiously. "We're all a little confused here and are 
seeking some help."

The reply was thoughtful and direct. "We may be able to 
offer just the right assistance, Jim. Here at 'Most 
Select Resort' our unique lifestyle and attitudes 
toward sex regarding family relations have been most 
rewarding. We'd like you to visit but there are some 
rules: Only couples with daughters are allowed, no 
sons. There is another resort system available for such 
combinations.

"Meanwhile, before we invite you, your wife and your 
daughter for a visit, we'll have to have an approving 
family visit you at your home. Is that acceptable?"

I had no problem with that, and it seemed a most 
appropriate vetting procedure. Sounds fine, I said.

"Alright, Jim," the resort spokeswoman said. "I think 
we can have a family visit you this Saturday if that 
suits you. There will be a couple and their daughter 
also involved. You can discuss the resort with them, 
the adults can talk privately and the girls can get to 
know one another and see if they're comfortable with 
some of the resort's concepts.

"Their name is Grambling, Howard and Dorothy and their 
daughter, Vickie. I'll set it up for them to meet you 
Saturday at your home -- we have the address on the 
computer here -- say around noon?"

"That's fine," I told the spokeswoman. "We can have a 
poolside lunch and see how things work out."

Margaret had little trouble buying into the whole 
proposal. We discussed it later that night in the hot 
tub while Steffi enjoyed herself naked in the pool. "I 
think we both know where this is going, lover," I said 
sagely." We haven't crossed a lot of taboos yet, but 
we've certainly crossed some lines going there."

"You've hit on a possible solution, hon," Marge said, 
squirming her naked backside onto my hardened cock, a 
move that squirted more than a few bubbles into her 
welcoming opening. "We'll make these visitors most 
welcome tomorrow, and I can't wait to see how Steff 
reacts to another girl also receiving her parents 
attention."

Saturday morning and the air was so sexually charged 
that just touching one's own skin was enough to bring a 
tingle. Margaret had chosen an off-the-shoulder elastic 
top that left her large-nippled breasts just barely 
visible from underneath and around her waist a slightly 
see-through skirt that made it plain to the inquisitive 
eye that here was a woman who spurned panties.

We deliberately avoided touching each other from the 
moment we awoke, knowing that the sexual tension 
between us was unbearable and that with the slightest 
urging there would be a mad scene of sheer lust.

Margaret dressed Stephanie splendidly, barefoot in a 
transparent cotton sundress that made her pronounced 
dark blue panties and small bra so very obvious. The 
11-year-old with whom both her parents were so deeply 
in love kept herself busy straightening up her own room 
and ensuring the food table with some light snacks and 
iced tea was tidy by the pool.

I went with my climbing shorts and a loose t-shirt, 
barefoot as usual, and all the better to take off when 
the situation called for it.

At 62, I've managed to keep my somewhat stocky build 
fit by exercise and devotion to the treadmill while 
Margaret, at 33, by dedicated diet kept her big-boned 
but attractive body ready for any amount of physical 
activity. In short, we were more than a little proud of 
our shape at our respective ages and managed to keep 
each other more than sexually interested.

Better than clockwork, just a few minutes before noon, 
a late-model SUV pulled into the driveway and out of 
the doors came an attractive couple -- a man obviously 
in his late 40s, and a woman clearly younger, followed 
sprightly by a long-haired slim brunette who at first 
glance seemed very close to Steffi's age.

The welcome at the door was the usual hugs and hellos, 
during which Marge and I, and Steffi, managed to size 
up our visitors who did the same, Howard giving 
particular attention to Marge's adequate bust and see-
through skirt as well as Steff's more-than-revealing 
sun dress.

Dorothy was diminutive, quite attractive with 
proportionate breasts and beautiful grey eyes, a 
brunette who clipped her hair close with effect. She 
also, after the traditional greetings, seemed to be 
captivated for the moment by Steffi's garb.

Victoria, a clearly athletic brunette, seemed overly 
shy at first but gave up a bit to allow Marge and 
Steffi to exchange hugs with her in welcome as the 
three visitors made their way through the house to the 
pool/hot tub patio at the rear of the house where we 
all sat down for iced tea to get acquainted.

To our astonishment, it was Dorothy who from the start 
set the tone of the afternoon. After the requisite 
comments on the "nice house, " lovely pool" and 
"exquisite" daughter, she cut to the chase with a broad 
smile.

"All the adults here and Vicky are well into nudity so, 
will someone tell me why we're sitting around with any 
clothes on?" she asked smartly.

Within half a minute that was not the case. We all 
laughingly had shed our clothes while Steffi, walking 
around and getting to know Vicki at the pool's edge 
called over eagerly: "Does that mean us, too, Mom and 
Dad?"

"For sure," Howard called back with a smile. So did we 
go from your normal weekend suburbanites getting to 
know each other to a more relaxed gathering in the 
altogether within minutes.

Howard's hefty cut cock was already semi hard as he 
leaned back in the lounge chair laughingly and Dorothy 
just curled up in hers, legs up and open letting Marge 
and myself get a good look at her well-shaved cunt, 
which, I could swear was already oozing some early 
afternoon dew.

Marge just spread herself out on a towel on the patio 
while I sat on the ground, also obviously swelling 
slightly from the view offered by Dorothy, and leaned 
back as Howard began:

"Let's lay it out plain and simple for you folks 
regarding Most Select. We're a pretty closed group who 
have decided that it's best for our sex lives and that 
of our daughters to share what's pretty much forbidden 
by the rest of the folks in the world.

"You wouldn't have invited us over, we know, unless 
you've already crossed some taboo lines with Steffi, 
and given both your attitudes about nudity and open 
sex, it's obvious you made the right choice."

Marge's eyes visibly grew larger and I was obviously 
surprised when Howard dropped his biggest surprise: "I 
said plain and simple so there'll be no 
misunderstanding, Marge and Jim. I took Vicki's cherry 
a little over a year ago and she just turned 11. It was 
something we all, Vicki included, simply gloried in at 
the moment, as did all the members of Most Select who 
were there. As I said, no surprises."

My jaw certainly dropped a bit and Howard's statement 
really got Marge's attention as she sat up slightly on 
one elbow with an awkward smile. We didn't know how to 
react, it was obvious, but Dorothy saved the moment.

"Once you've crossed that, you know, taboo line 
everyone warns you about, it's not that difficult to 
understand where you are and react like intelligent 
people to your situation," she said wisely. With that, 
Marge clearly shifted in her position slightly and one 
hand began playing with that on-so sensitive left 
nipple.

"We realized that with Vicki over the threshold with 
us, here was an opportunity to open up the sex lives of 
all three of us to unimaginable experiences that we can 
share for a lifetime, without guilt.," Dorothy added.

"As with all of us, it happened by chance, purely by 
chance," Howard chimed in. It was a Christmas eve two 
years ago in front a fireplace. We thought Vicki was 
well asleeep upstairs and after some wine, I decided 
Dot here would be a nice meal in front of a roaring 
fire. As I had my tongue up inside her and she was 
moaning a little above the prescribed decibel level, in 
walks Vicki, eyes agog and wearing nothing but a t-
shirt and light blue panties."

"I was clearly at a loss," Dorothy said. "So to make 
the best of a most awkward situation, I calmed her, and 
had her sit by the fire in front of me, holding her as 
I described this was how Daddy and I pleasured each 
other and how she would someday be pleasured and find 
it so amazing."

She shifted ever so slightly in the lounge chair and 
three other pair of eyes immediately noticed how the 
drops of moisture on her slit had reached a dripping 
stage.

Howard had gone to full erection in describing how 
their sex life with Vicki took flight and Marge was 
softly rubbing the inside of her now-open thigh while 
my medium-sized cock was throbbing, precum dripping on 
the inside of my leg.

The sexual energy on the patio had gone from boiling to 
supernova in a matter of minutes.

"I went to kiss Vicki oh so gently to reassure her that 
everything was fine, Dorothy continued, "when, she 
suddenly grabbed me close, opened her mouth and began a 
deep probe of mine, and she started caressing my 
breast. Howard and I were both pleasantly surprised. 
From there on it was a great Holiday week, all three of 
us alone in the house...at the end, Vicki had really 
acquired a hunger for being eaten by both of us, 
fingers up her ass and cunt, and for as much cum as she 
could swallow."

"I hadn't cum in her mouth yet," Howard noted. "But she 
watched as Dot swallowed several loads and then they 
would share the mouthfuls, swirling them around before 
swallowing or letting them drip out on each other's 
breasts and tummies."

"It was a holiday sight to behold," he said, smiling. 
"After that we found ourselves in the same bind that 
I'm sure you did... 'wondering where do we go from 
here?'

"Since we were nudists, a little probing among some 
more involved folks at our club led us to Most Select. 
Which, basically is why we're here with you and..." 
Howard's eyes glanced quickly to his wife's now clearly 
dripping cunt and Marge's slow but deliberate rubbing 
on her own clit "...why these two great women here are 
so damned turned on."

Both women giggled slightly but were obviously 
entranced by the lust of the moment. It was Dorothy who 
took the hint as Marge laid back on the bench legs open 
so she could better finger herself. Like a deft 
serpent, Dorothy slid over to my now open-legged wife, 
dropped to her knees and began softly slurping the 
juices from Marge's now flowing cunt.

"The girls are looking this way, Jim. We'd best call 
them over to let them know they're wanted in this 
situation," Howard said.

I waved them over, watching as the eagerly skipped hand 
in hand, obviously now good friends. As they 
approached, Howard called his daughter over and 
whispered something in her ear.

Vicki, not as tall as Steff but with breasts protruding 
slightly more holding nickel-sized aureoles that 
obviously were stiff, asked "Can I sit on your lap and 
watch, Jim? and is it OK if Steff sits with my Dad?

The mood and the invitation was obvious and quite 
welcome. As Dorothy and Marge assumed the 69 position 
on the blanket next to the bench, Steffi cautiously 
positioned her self on Howard's lap, literally sitting 
on the length of his dripping cock as Vicki did the 
same with me, after a deep, deep kiss that told me all.

My precum must have increased flow by 20 percent with 
that light weight softly rocking on me. I softly 
nibbled her velvet neck as we four, fathers and 
daughters watched the lustful scene before us unfold.

Marge and Dorothy were now eagerly, literally slurping 
deep into each other's cunt, fingers driving eagerly 
into each others ass openings as the moans and light 
squeals increased until suddenly, in a series of nearly 
violent seizures each climaxed into the other's mouth, 
the juices visible leaking down their open thighs.

On Howard's rocking lap, Steffi, now shuddering as 
Vicki's father lightly twisted and released her budding 
nipples, was making Howard's dripping erection glisten 
as she climaxed, eyes closed and mouth open, onto his 
twitching hardness.

I felt Vicki's juices pour over the length of my cock 
as I kissed her along her neck. Then she offered me 
that delightful mouth again, and sought the back of my 
throat with her tongue as she quivered into orgasm, 
whimpering softly.

Howard and I, our thighs now glistening with the juices 
of our daughters an precum leakings leaned back to 
smile at each other. While not sexually satisfied, we 
knew with a glance the two families had reached an 
understanding seldom achieved in modern society.

Before us on the patio deck, Dorothy and Marge now 
embraced each other tenderly, occasionally dipping a 
finger into each other's slit, or their own and 
offering a damp finger to the other.

"Steffi," Howard said. "Why don't you and Vicki go down 
there and give your mothers some hugs and kisses... and 
kiss especially around where they made each mother 
happy."

Smiling, the young nymphs ran eagerly into their 
respective mother's arms, exchanging deep kisses all 
around and wiping their mother's thighs with their 
hands and licking each other's fingers.

"We should let them talk among themselves, now Jim," 
Howard suggested. "Let's take a walk around the 
pool...and, by the way, do you have any beer?"

We both got up, our erections proudly pointing the way, 
as we walked to the party room of the pool and I handed 
him a cold one well out of earshot of the ladies.

"Well, Jim, any thoughts?" Howard asked with a 
satisfied grin.

"It's absolutely amazing," I said. "And that prospect 
of growing in sexual experience and performance with 
our girls for the next decade... and hopefully beyond 
that... can't be denied. As for Marge and Dorothy, 
well, it's certainly clear that they fell quickly into 
the spirit of it. And it's obvious the girls can't wait 
to experiment."

"About the girls," Howard noted. "Since you've never 
cum in Steffi's mouth yet, let alone broken her hymen, 
maybe you'd like to introduce her to the first process 
with Vicki? We discussed it in the car driving up and 
Dot even brought her and the girl off while they talked 
about it.

"And after that little show on the patio, and looking 
at both of us, one of us should get off pretty soon, I 
would think."

"We can try that," I blushed and answered more than 
eagerly. "But let's let them all cool down, have a 
snack and maybe play some more after a swim. Can you 
folks sleep over? Maybe all six of us on our king bed 
tonight?"

"Sleepover?" Howard smiled. "You got it. And we'll 
definitely plan on having Vicki demonstrate for Steffi 
tonight before bed, then see where that leads all of 
us. I'm sure none of us will be up to early tomorrow."

Laughing, and with a handshake, we walked back into the 
late afternoon sun to join our four ladies, now smiling 
and laughing, naked on blankets along the pool.

Both Marge and Dorothy agreed that everyone needed a 
good shower after the afternoon's excitement and, we 
all could use a sound nap. I decided to cook a 
torchlight dinner by the patio fo everyone later in the 
evening and, truth be told, after watching the reaction 
of Steffi and Vicki to their mother's lust, and 
although I didn't get off, I certainly needed a short 
snooze, while having no doubt both Howard and I would 
be well-satisfied before the evening's close.

The ladies portioned out the sleeping arrangements 
through the house, letting the girls take their naps on 
the patio lounge chairs while the four adults took a 
quick pool shower together before toweling each other 
off -- yes, Howard and I remained raging hard -- then 
we headed to the bedrooms for a couple of hours rest.

With Marge holding my still hard cock and my hand 
firmly fitted between her still-wet thighs, my wife had 
one comment before she drifted off: "My God, but Howard 
is really hung, huh, dear? He's already filled up 
Vicki. Can you imagine that inside our Steff?"

I glanced over after that remark, to notice she had 
fallen asleep, smiling.

We all dressed formally for nudists at an evening meal 
-- we didn't wear a damn thing. Both girls were 
delightful with their hair up in pony tails giggling 
through the meal, and everyone else seemed thoroughly 
refreshed by their showers and naps.

After a seafood pasta dish and a light salad punctuated 
with some excellent chardonnay, Steffi and Vicki 
surprisingly took over the conversation. quite erudite 
for 11-year-olds.

"Mom and Jim, I just don't know how to thank you for my 
new friend Vicki," Steffi sincerely remarked moving 
over on the picnic table bench to give the new 
visitor's daughter a tight squeeze and a more than 
just-friends kiss. It was delightful to watch them sit 
embracing, a nipple from each just grazing the other's 
as they held each other.

"We know you love us very much and we love you oooh, so 
very much. Vicki says only a few girls in the world are 
lucky enough to be loved and taught the way we are, I 
know she's right."

Vicki just bowed her head slowly, blushing, "Thank you 
all for inviting me and my family. Steffi is going to 
be a wonderful friend."

We all toasted the two precious lovelies in whose honor 
everything for the next few years will be held. After 
the drinks we took to the patio lounge chairs again, 
the girls wanting a quick dip and to chat, all, of 
course, within sight of the patio.

"You guys have been simply great about all this," Marge 
said, referring to Howard and me sitting side by side 
on the patio swing. 

Dorothy chimed in: "Yes, and no cream from either of 
you yet, so late in the day. Must be a record," she 
laughed."

"Jeez, maybe we should be jealous," Margaret snickered 
to Dorothy. "Could it be these guys are looking to 
unload elsewhere today?"

It was Howard who brought the conversation home. "Well, 
you've got the best of us girls. We discussed it 
earlier and it's obvious Jim here wants to empty into 
Steffi's mouth if possible. And it's probably the best 
thing for both of them. But to make sure she enjoys the 
moment to the fullest, she should be at the top of her 
arousal, with all of us, including Vicki, helping both 
of them to enjoy the moment."

"Well, let's light some patio torches and get to it," 
Marge cheered us on. "God, Jim, this is going to be a 
sight. Alright with the rest of you folks if we 
videotape it."

"No problem at all," Dorothy said, with Howard eagerly 
nodding agreement.

So was the stage set, and the scene unfolded, I must 
say, as in a dream. With both Howard and myself in the 
full state of erection, it was Marge who again led the 
way, dripping, as usual, as she first gave Dorothy a 
deep kiss as they moved to Howard, he whose cock Marge 
had dropped off to sleep dreaming of.

While my wife slipped into his arms, Dorothy engulfed 
his nine inches easily as he gently bucked at the 
double attention. Then Dorothy, beckoned Marge down, 
Howard's cock now glistening with her saliva and 
precum.

As Marge worked to get this hefty package as deep as 
she could in her mouth, eyes closed and moaning, 
Dorothy called the girls over for their time, and 
Steffi's planned introduction.

My hand slid so easily into Marge's sopping cunt, three 
fingers deep inside as my thumb slipped easily into her 
back package. Well before Howard, now visibly sweating 
and bucking from Dorothy's nibbling at his lips and 
nipples, could cum, Marge began that familiar humping 
that told me another sweet orgasm had occurred.

By now both Vicki and Steffi were on either side of me, 
Steff holding me oh so close, her little body twitching 
at the scene unfolding before her, while Vicki had 
dropped to her knees, one arm reaching from around 
behind my thigh, her hand stroking the underside of my 
raging cock.

At Vicki's urging, Steffi dropped to her knees also, 
planting kisses along my rib cage and down to my 
buttocks as she went. "Jim, I want to show you how much 
I love you and Mommy. Vicki wants to help me show you, 
too."

Slowly I sat on a chair close to the action with a 
dripping naked nymph on each knee as I videotaped Marge 
as she continued to eagerly take as much of Howard as 
she could in her mouth, his cock now glistening 
brightly and twitching as she would let it slip from 
her mouth and then eagerly do the closest imitation to 
deep throat as she could.

Dorothy, meanwhile had straddled her husband's face, 
opening her gushing cunt and ass to his active tongue 
as she leaned forward to massage Marge's back, and 
letting a hand drop down to tweak my wife's swaying 
breasts.

Moaning together in a bucking threesome of lust, all 
came together, Dorothy spewing her love juice over 
Howard's gulping face as he shot his first load of the 
day into my wife's throat, so much that both girls in 
my arms squeezed at my cock as we watched the overload 
from his cock erupt from the side of Marge's eager 
lips.

It was all I could do not to explode with both Vicki 
and Steffi alternately giving me soft jacks and 
fondling my testicles. At a sign from Dorothy, Vicki 
eagerly slid wetly along my knee and went to embrace 
her mom who was swapping Howard's cum with Marge. The 
eager preteen sat on the patio blanket and tossed her 
head back as both Marge and her mother let gobs of her 
dad's juices drip slowly into the welcoming mouth.

Steffi, almost sliding off my knee with the wetness 
from her virgin cunt, asked eagerly, "Can I have some 
too Daddy, please?"

"Go ahead, honey, get your taste," I urged, sending her 
scuttling across the patio with open mouth eager to 
share Howard's semen with the other ladies. All this on 
video tape, I thought, all these wonderful experiences.

"Wow," Howard shouted in a weakened voice from his 
prone position. All four ladies were now sharing his 
semen with each other as he declared "Really need a 
swim now... if I don't pass out, then, Jim it's your 
turn."

All the girls jumped in to wash off and I was left 
sitting on a lawn chair, drying pussy juice from two 
11-year-olds caking my bare legs and a video camera in 
my hand.

But after a quick snack, and the girls and Howard 
drying off, my time did arrive. I knew the closest 
thing to Nirvana now awaited me.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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