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Friday night I read Peter Pan's If the Shoe Fits. Over
the top, of course, but I couldn't help being caught up
in the sheer bawdiness of his tale and the delight in
loving the beauty of young women that energizes his
writing. His stories always rekindle my own lusts,
fantasies and memories of the gorgeous young creatures
I've been close to, or wished I could have know more
intimately.

Saturday morning I went to the Post Office. As I
entered the Mail Box area to pick up my "junk mail"
there is seldom anything else, even bills are mostly e-
mail these days, my attention was immediately drawn to
a striking couple making their way from the boxes to a
table to sort their mail. My first thought was, 'c***d
bride!'

As my gaze followed them and I thought more about what
I was seeing, the image evolved to, 'Father and
daughter!'

He was about six feet, broad shouldered, straight
backed, with a thick chest and flat stomach. His face
was firm featured and his hair was close cropped. He
wore a sweat shirt, jeans and topsiders. Military,
presently or in the near past, would be my guess. He
was in his mid to late thirties.

She was a little over five feet with a trim figure that
was clearly womanly but without flair of bust or hips.
Her hair was a glowing rich dark brown that cascaded in
glorious waves and loose curls to her shoulders. Her
golden complexion was clear and highlighted by dark
arching brows, dark brown eyes and lightly glossed full
lips. A light brown velveteen close-fitting track-suit
type outfit with embroidered flowers on the shoulders
and waist panels and decorated sneakers complemented
and enhanced the allure of this beautiful young woman.
Her top was zipped low enough to give the slightest
hint of cleavage.

The more I looked, the more I realized 'young' was the
word. Her striking face still had the fullness of
youth. I would guess fifteen. It's hard to tell. This
girl/woman had a style and grace about her as she moved
and talked with her 'father' that was magnetic to me. I
couldn't keep my eyes off her. She seemed to move in
smooth fluid motions that spoke of self-confidence and
inner security - maybe a gymnast. As she talked her
face and whole body were animated by her excitement and
intensity. I thought, it is the sense of loving and
being loved by her 'father' that enlivens this young
beauty.

As I watched and followed them out to the parking lot I
was struck by the intimacy between them. He listened
and looked at her as she spoke. She gazed at him and
followed his every move and action. As he sorted mail
she stood close and lent her arm and chest (breast)
against his arm and pressed her hip to his leg. As they
walked to the car their lively conversation continued.
She held his hand and swung his arm so as to rub across
her chest.

My imagination was off to the races. Were they daughter
and father? Were they lovers? Would they become lovers?
Was he just a man who lusted for, and found, young
women? Did she wear a thong? (Certainly no panty line.)
Were her nipples still puffy or had they acquired the
contrast to complement her rich honey colored skin?
'Fortunate the man who could pay tribute to this young
Venus,' I thought.

The weekend was largely spent on my fantasies.

Sunday evening and here I am, 'putting pen to paper'.

On his website Peter Pan publishes pictures of sweet
young things. When images of the Princess of Wellington
disappeared after only a short stay, I emailed Peter
saying I missed her. He answered by sending me the
deleted pictures. In thanking him I explained my
attachment to the Princess. To my further surprise
Peter proposed writing a story based upon the account
of my attraction to this particular girl.

I don't for a minute compare myself with Peter. But the
thought crossed my mind, 'If Peter can write my story,
why can't I?' Peter's version of my experience has not
yet appeared. So in an effort to use up some fantasy
energy with which If the Shoe Fits and my Post Office
sweetie imbued me, here's my telling of the day I met a
Beach Princess. Mostly, this is what happened.

For the last few years I've been able to spend about a
month visiting family and friends on the Banana Coast
of Australia. Early in the year is a great time not to
be in the Northeast of the United States. Eating fresh
mango for breakfast on the deck and feeding king
parrots verses shoveling snow and chipping ice. 30C
vs.10F. Despite the loooong flight, the choice is easy.

The family house is a couple blocks from the beach.
I've gotten into the habit of rising at dawn and
walking the beaches for an hour or so each morning.
Early mornings are a beautiful time of day. While the
walking is good for me, I really need to do something
to
counter the quantity of food and drink I consume while
visiting the family. Duty free Scotch only lasts a week
or so and Australian wines are so good.

The Banana Coast is characterized by powdery white sand
beaches, rocky headlands and occasional creek and river
outlets. Small beach communities are s**ttered along
the shore. Most of the rest of the coastline is
isolated by narrow national parks, nature reserves,
marine parks and the like, with access to the beaches
open but limited. Since dogs have been banned from the
parks and most of the beaches, native a****ls, mostly
bush kangaroos, are common sights these days.

After about three weeks of walking the same three or
four beaches, one morning I decided to drive a few
kilometers north a try a new stretch of beaches. I
parked at Three Rocks Beach, waded Three Rocks Creek
and started north on Three Mile Beach (which I doubt
was even two miles long!).

The tide was low so the walking was easy on the hard
packed sand down by the wave line. The surf was
moderate with waves of about one meter breaking about
thirty meters out. The remnants of morning fog and surf
mist made my view along the beach a little hazy. In the
whole length of Three Mile Beach I only encountered a
couple of men surf fishing (with apparently some luck)
and a woman walking a pair of malamutes (in this
climate?). I just nodded to the fishermen as I passed,
but one of the dogs bounded up to me to sniff between
my legs and lick my hand.

The woman, dressed in a short stretchy sun dress, ran
over to me, "Sorry about that, Jack is too friendly
sometimes."

"Don't worry, Jack's a beautiful dog." I answered, as I
scratched his throat and chest.

She knelt beside Jack, put an arm across his shoulders
and her cheek on his head and said, "I just love my
boys." The action of leaning against Jack made the
front of her dress gape open giving me a delightful
view of the top of her breasts.

Out of nowhere the other dog appeared and started
licking her shoulder and neck. "You want some smooching
too, don't you Sam." She put her other arm around Sam
and rubbed her face into his neck. Unfortunately, my
view was now blocked by her dress being tightened by
her outstretched arms, but I did notice the impression
of her nipples clearly showing in her bodice.

I gave Sam a token pat and straightening said, "They're
beautifully groomed. They must keep you busy taking
care of them."

With a pat to each dog, she stood and with a strange
smile replied, "Oh, we keep each other quite busy.
Enjoy your walk." With a soft whistle she headed back
towards Three Rocks Beach with Sam and Jack in tow.

As I went on, my life-long friend showed stirrings of
life. 'What brought you to life? A peek down her front,
or is there a... special... relationship with her
dogs.' Pondering those thoughts kept my friend
interested all the way to the headland at the end of
the beach.

Since I'd driven up here and was feeling great I
decided to head on over the headland on a somewhat
overgrown path I found, to see what was on the other
side. Halfway down the far side of the headland I came
to a meadow that allowed a view of a beach reaching
almost as far as I could see. The mist on this beach
was a bit heaver than on Three Mile Beach.

From the exertion of climbing the headland and the
rising temperature I was feeling pretty sweaty. I
looked around; no-one in sight and no footprints since
high tide last night. I stripped and waded into the
surf. Out beyond the breakers I just lounged floated
with the swells and enjoyed the sensual feeling of the
warm ocean washing around me. My friend responded well
to this freedom and the memories of the morning's
titillation.

I'm not a nudist, as such, however, I've always enjoyed
being nude. My mother wondered why I seldom put pj's
into the dirty clothes. Not often do I miss a chance to
skinny dip. Visiting a friend's camp in the woods by a
lake, I took advantage of sunning and swimming naked
with them. When I lived in a house with a pool, only
woozer company got me into trunks.

I took another careful look. I had this beach to
myself. I put my t-shirt, shorts and shoes in the grass
at the base of the dunes and carrying only my briefs,
just in case, headed on up the beach just as the gods
of good feelings intended beaches to be enjoyed. My
friend, while not to be forgotten, was not demanding
special attention. My mind wondered; 'sensuousness of
the day, glimpse of cleavage, dogs?, romping naked on a
beach far away, my daughters and their friends in our
pool...'

About halfway down the beach I thought I saw movement
in the mist ahead. I became sure of it, there were
people ahead. I was about to pull on my briefs when I
saw a figure by the water line stand up and walk toward
the dunes. In a swirl of clearing mist I recognized a
man who was also naked. 'If he can be nude on this
beach, so can I.'

As I got closer I heard noise of 'c***dren playing' and
picked out movement in the grassy dunes. It looked like
a family picnic. There were a couple of fishing rods
standing in tubes in the sand and a low beach chair by
the wave line. k**s didn't appear to have anything on.
As I came abreast of them the man turned and gave me a
wave. He was naked. Just then a woman stood, waved and
called, "Bonza morning, isn't it?"

"Especially when you can enjoy it like this." I swept
my arms down to indicate my sans clothing state.

"We love it," she said with a smile and bob type
curtsy, a bounce and spread, which fully displayed her
natural charms.

"Enjoy," the man said. By this time a couple of small
c***dren were standing beside them and waving to me.

I waved back and headed on. Now my friend had more to
think about. 'That woman, probably the mother of two,
was attractive. They all seemed at ease with their
nudity. And mine.' He was certainly paying attention to
these ponderings.

A minute or so later I heard yapping behind me. Turning
to look, I saw a small mutt and a girl running after
me. 'A naked girl! Not a stitch of clothing. Of course
I should talk.'

They caught up to me. She ran a few steps ahead,
swiveled and running backward said, "What ya doing
mister?"

'Ogling you sweetie. Trying to keep my friend under
control.' "Taking my morning walk on the beach."

"Like this? You're naked. We don't see many people on
this beach and I've never seen anyone without anything
on before."

"What do you mean? Your bikini must be pretty small." I
said as I kept walking.

She giggled, "Dah! I'm not wearing a bikini, or hadn't
you noticed?"

'Hadn't I noticed? I had already noticed honey blond
hair blowing in the wind, pubic hair - a little darker
patch that gaped slightly as she danced on facing me,
nipples centered in breasts that swirled as she back-
stepped, and green eyes that sparkled. I'd already
noticed that much.' "Oh, I noticed," I smiled. "What's
your name?"

"Cindy, what's yours?"

"Malcolm."

She rolled her eyes and wiggled her hips, "Well aren't
we something special. I'm going to call you Mel." With
that she dropped in beside me and took my hand. "My dad
caught some fish and we had them for breakfast. We do
this about once a week." She bent down to pick up a
stick to throw for her dog, 'sweet butt.' The dog raced
after it, shook and then dropped it and wondered off up
the beach. Cindy took my hand again and chattered away
about family, dog, me, school, etc. She hardly drew
breath.

Now, I've got to tell you, my friend was taking a
healthy interest in young Miss Cindy. The dimples in
the small of her back, her slim hips, hair that she
swept back from her face every now and then, the little
gap between her upper thighs, the perfect symmetrical
shape of her young breasts, the gold locket that
bounced in her cleavage, small tips on her puffy brown
areoles, ... 'Oh my.' My friend of the nether regions
did not know his place and was seeking a station higher
in the world. Mr. Pecker was not to be ignored.

Apart from my condition that was growing more obvious
by the minute and my lustful delight with the company
of dear Cindy, my better self was uncomfortable with
the situation. "Don't you think you should go back to
your family now?"

"Dad said I could go to the end of the beach with you,
but not over the hill," Cindy said as she took my arm
and pulled me along the beach. "You like me don't you?"

'Yeah!!!!!' "Sure do, Cindy. How can you tell?"

Releasing my arm, Cindy reached over with a finger and
gently tapped my semi erect penis. With a foxy smile
she said, "I can tell."

'This is too much. I'm going to be in BIG trouble. And
her father is only a kilometer down the beach.' "I'm
going to take a dip to cool off." Without waiting for
Cindy's reaction I dropped my briefs and headed into
the surf.

Out past the breakers I relaxed and floated on my back.
Mr. Pecker was now on the lookout for Mistress Pussy.
For about a minute I was on my own. "Mel, help me. I
can't get through the waves," called Cindy.

On the shore the mutt was barking at Cindy who was
taking a bit of a pounding by the breakers with hair
straggling down her face and plastered to her head. She
called again, "Come get me Mel."

'A maiden in distress, how could I refuse?' A few
strokes brought me to the line of breakers, a ride down
the front of a wave and there was Cindy. I took her
hand, "Follow me, stay close and we'll get passed the
breakers." I turned sideways, raised an arm over my
head, pulled Cindy close to me with the other hand and
jumped to ride the next breaking swell.

Beyond the breakers the depth was up to my chest and at
wave height I had to jump and float as the waves swept
by. Cindy, out of her depth, hung on to me. 'I came out
here to get away and here I am with this beautiful
creature, her arms d****d around my neck, her breasts
brushing against my chest, her legs drifting back and
forth across my hips and occasionally brushing against
my friend.'

'I am a lost man.' My friend, Mr. Pecker, joined the
party in full force. He stuck himself between Cindy's
legs. She squeezed to hold him tight. "See I knew you
liked me," she said.

Cindy gave up pretense of just hanging on to me. Now
she was clinging with arms wrapped around my neck and
legs resting on my hips about my waist. I had the job
of keeping us above water. Slowly she lowered herself
until her pussy was resting on my life-long friend. If
before I had thought he had joined the party, now Mr.
Pecker was quivering with joy and so engorged it hurt.
I was so distracted that I allowed a wave to
momentarily wash over our heads. The sheer sensualness
of our resumed embrace was mind-blowing and pecker
throbbing.

Then Cindy did the wildest thing. She leant back on her
arms, bowed her back outward and rolled her hips
forward and upward along my ridged penis. Slowly, she
reversed the motion. Chest forward with tits pushing
into me, back arched and butt thrust away, all of which
made her lips slide out along friend Pecker. 'Oh my
gawd, where did the k** learn to do this?' Our natural
juices were washed away by the sea and our only
lubricant was the ocean.

The slide was really a series of pulses, as my shaft
and her lips momentarily held and released as Cindy
worked her hips back and forth. In miniature, she had a
bumpy ride alone my road. I almost drowned us a couple
of times, but this angel just kept going, to and fro,
gradually gaining speed.

The sensation was incredible, excruciating... 'She
going to bring me off!' "Cindy," I gasped, "I'm
cumming!"

"Tell me when, I want to see it." That did it. I
started my own hip thrusting. With my pecker between
her legs and the top of it against her spread lips, I
humped. My balls exploded.

"Stop!" She screamed. Her hug tightened as she dropped
her legs from my hips and clasped my penis between
them. "I can feel you throbbing." Cindy spun her head
to look back over her shoulder. I looked over her other
shoulder to see the globs and strings of my spunk
drifting up and away in the surf.

She reached a hand out to scoop up some of my cum, but
as her hand broke the surface, the string, along with
the water drained away. Then a wave that was starting
to break churned passed and swallowed my offering to
the goddess of beach nymphs.

For a few moments we just clung to each other drifting
in the swells. Then Cindy turned her face to me and I
kissed her a gentle lingering embrace that lasted till
a wave lapped our faces. The better me said, "We better
get back before your Dad comes looking for us."

"Don't worry; he won't come until he's ready to go
home."

Pushing Cindy ahead of me, to protect her from the
breakers, I headed for shore. The mutt came out as far
as it could walk to meet us and jumped up to Cindy
licking her hand.

I thought of heading on up the beach, but knew my
sweetie wouldn't let me go alone. So we started back
toward her family. Cindy chattered nonstop seemingly
oblivious of what we had done in the surf. All the
while as she walked skipped along beside me she held
my hand or hugged my arm to he chest. I can still
'feel' those soft young breasts and puffy tight nipples
brushing across my arm.

As we approached the family encampment, a couple of
young c***dren, a girl sixish and a boy eightish, came
running toward us, naked, of course. "Where you been
Cin?" The girl asked as she took my other hand.

"We walked a long way up the beach, almost to Lost
Head, and went for a swim way out past the breakers."

Not being comfortable about what had happened in the
surf, I had hoped to just drop Cindy off with her
family and continue on my way with as little said as
possible. But Cindy and the k**s would have nothing of
me continuing on. "Come have some fish and see Mum and
Dad. There's still lots of breaky left." And so I was
dragged towards the picnic in the dunes.

The father stood and came to greet us. He was tall,
rangy and tanned (all over) with an open smiling face.
I wondered how long that would last. He extended his
hand to me and with a twinkle in his eye asked, "Did
our Cin take good care of you? Talked your ear off,
I'll wager." Even while I shook his hand the girl held
onto my arm.

'God, what does he mean by that?' "We had a great walk,
a cooling dip in the surf and Cindy is charming company
on a lonely beach." 'For an old duffer like me', I
almost added. Cindy squeezed my hand and hugged my arm.

By this time we had reached their set-up, low sand
chairs a gas camp stove and a tarp with fishing,
cooking and play gear spread on it and a pile of dirty
paper plates etc. The mother stood, a mature version of
Cindy, short, slender, fuller breasts and hips, long
dusky blond hair drifting in the breeze and small gold
locket hanging between her breasts. "Thanks for taking
our chatter-box off our hands for a while." Then to
Cindy she said, "Did you have a good time, dear?"

"We had a great time. Mel is from America and it took
more than a day to fly all the way here and there's
snow where he comes from and he was a solicitor and a
school teacher and he owned a printing business. We
went for a swim and Mel took me out past the breakers."

"This is Rena, and these two brats are Russ and Tess.
I'm Colin," said the father. "Come sit." He sat in one
of the low chairs, stretching his long legs out in
front of him and indicated one across from him for me.

"Do you take anything in your tea?" Rena was busying
herself at the stove. I couldn't help staring at Rena's
profile. Hair shrouded face, slender arms, hanging
breasts, bowed back and beautifully curved backside I
ogled.

"A little sugar if it is strong, thanks."

"Tess, this one is for your Dad and Mel gets the other,
carefully, now. Cin, give this plate to Mel, and get
him a folk." In short order I had a cup of tea, which I
placed in the sand to cool and a plate with a large
piece of battered fish and a couple of slices of fried
bread.

"Eat up", Colin commanded. Rena with her tea sat in a
chair near the stove. Although the food had been cooked
sometime earlier, it was warm and the fresh caught fish
was succulent. As I ate I relaxed and was comfortable
with these happy 'nude' people.

Rena said, "I want to thank you for being so nice to
our Cin. She can be a handful at times and she doesn't
warm up to many people the way she has with you."
Relaxed! Not any more. 'Where is this conversation
going?' Cindy, who had her own cup of tea was standing
near Rena. Rena reached up and pattered Cindy lovingly
on the butt.

To Colin I said, "I was surprised you let Cindy go off
with me like that. When I tried to get her to go back
she said you ok'd her going with me to the headland."

Colin took a sip of tea, sucked his teeth. Suddenly the
mutt set up a racket racing and barking around further
back in the dunes. "Mack's got a possum!" Russ,
followed by Tess ran off to see what the fuss was
about.

Cindy walked over and sat beside Colin, one arm up on
his leg and her cheek resting on her arm looking over
at me with an indecipherable smile. Colin started to
stroke her hair and looking at me said, "You walked
passed comfortable with yourself and comfortable with
us. You didn't need to gawk. Cindy is a good reader of
people. She liked you. I could tell from the way she
responded when you went by and how she danced around
you when she caught up to you. If I had whistled the
dog back, Cindy would have come running too, wouldn't
you sweetie? While Mack is small, I can assure you, if
you had been threatening toward her, Mack would have
drawn blood."

Colin paused, then added, "Cindy wanted to go with you,
I just told her how far to go." 'Now what does that
mean?' Cindy had moved and was kneeling beside Colin
hugging his arm and squeezing it between her tits. To
my surprise, Colin, with his hanging hand, seemed to be
gently caressing her upper thighs.

"I told you he was a nice man and he looked like he
needed some company. We had a good talk. I told him
about how you fish and we come and have fresh fish
breakfast and he told me about his trip from America
and while we were swimming I rode him like I ride you.
We had a good..."

Before Cindy could finish, Rena blurted, "Cindy! You
didn't," pushed herself out of her chair, knocked over
her tea, swore, and knelt at the tarp and started
pushing things around. She stopped and turning toward
Cindy and quietly said, "We've told you, things like
that are only for family. You promised. How could you?"
Rena turned toward me with a questioning and very
troubled look.

The shit had hit the fan. Where do I go now? What do I
say? How do I keep myself out of jail? How do I be kind
to the sweet beautiful, charming, innocent? wonderful
Cindy?

Colin was hugging Cindy to him. She was trying to hold
back sobs that shook her body.

'Try straight shooting.' I cleared my throat and
hesitantly started, "Cindy is a beautiful, charming,
lovely young woman who bewitched me the moment she
skipped into my life." Cindy looked up at me and smiled
through her tears. Her dad hugged her tighter. I
continued, "I have always loved girls young women
like Cindy. I love my daughters very much. I would
never do ANYTHING to harm them or her."

Looking directly at Rena I said, "I'd suffer anything
before I'd let Cindy be hurt." I was watering up with
the intensity of my emotions. It surprised me. I looked
at Cindy, half smiled, "It's a beautiful day. Cindy and
I had fun chatting and walking. She is an exquisite
creature. I had trouble hiding the degree of my
attraction toward her."

"She is bewitching isn't she?" said Colin.

"Trying to avoid being too obvious I went for a swim.
Cindy followed me. When she commenced her
ministrations, I was astonished and torn between
enjoying the pleasure we were sharing and rejecting
her. Since then, I've felt guilty for letting it
happen. I wish I could have walked on passed and
started to pretending it didn't happen." Cindy shot me
a dark stare.

Rena came over and bent to hug me, "I should have
known, Cin chose well," she said quietly to me and
planted a warm kiss on my cheek. Yes I did feel her
breast pressed into my shoulder and see her other
nipple inches from my lips. She then stood for a moment
looking at Cindy. Finally she said, "Girl you are my
love, but you frighten me sometimes." More calmly now
Rena went back to tidying the breakfast things.

"Cindy, you made my morning walk very, very special." I
said. "It's something I'll never forget. An old guy
like me has a duty to be careful of what we let happen
with a young woman like you, that's why I loved what we
did and why I felt as if I should not have done it. I
was confused. I'm sorry I upset you."

Cindy came over to me, and from the other side this
time, pressed against me and kissed me on the cheek
just the way her mother had. Her nipple didn't quite
reach to my lips. "You'd better not forget me, Mel."

"Now that we have that out of the way and peace and
harmony reign, Mel, why don't you tell us about your
travels and how you come to be naked on our beach?"
Colin lightened the mood. Cindy returned to Colin and
sat in his lap with her legs spread and hanging outside
his. I now had a direct view of her pussy, curls and
slightly parted lips. 'My god, this k** doesn't stop.'

We talked about my life, family, and my search for a
new beach to walk. Australian politics, the parks that
protected the coastline from overdevelopment, wars, the
US President and so on, all needed an exchange of our
views. Rena kept at her business but took an active
part in our conversation. Her movement continually
diverted my gaze from Colin and his lap warmer.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as we talked.
Cindy started out by squirming in Colin's lap. After a
while she reached between her legs. I thought she was
playing with herself, but then I realized she was
playing with Colin! Somewhere between Iraq and the
price of petrol, Colin's cockhead appeared between
Cindy's legs. While Colin seemed to manage unphased, my
contribution to the conversation became disjoined. I
thought I saw Rena glare at Cindy, but Colin waved her
off.

About the time Colin slid forward and leant back to
allow his full erection to emerge the conversation
died. Cindy nestled herself down on the extended cock
with her lips on each side of it and started to slowly
ride Colin's prick back and forth, the way she had done
to me. I would see an inch or so of his member and then
the head would disappear behind her hood. Back and
forth, slowly, back and forth. Cindy was sitting on his
lap and he had his arms crossed on her belly allowing
him to fondle her breasts and nipples.

I guess the direct pressure of Colin's cock head and
the friction of its ride along the shaft were
stimulating Cindy's clit. She just smiled at me. The
cat that eat the canary type smile.

I guess about Cindy's clit. I know about my prick. The
old boy stood to attention, wanting attention. I
scrunched down in my chair trying to hide my state of
arousal. Watching this exhibit was driving me crazy. My
cock throbbed.

When I thought I could take no more, Cindy gave a
little shudder and pulled her father's arms from around
her and lent forward to put her hands on Colin's knees.
Now I had a direct view of: Cindy's smile aimed
directly at me, her tits slightly distended with
engorged puffy areola tipped with hard little buds, her
rippling stomach, her dusky bush and her lips sliding
along Colin's penis. Colin, with his hands on Cindy's
hips, helped her to and fro action.

Too much! I slid forward to give my old friend more
freedom and my hand more access to him. He stood proud
quivering for action. I took hold starting to stroke in
time with Cindy's motion. Her smile became a grin from
ear to ear. In a husky voice she called, "Mum, Mel
needs your help."

I had forgotten Rena. Startled, I turned to see her
coming toward me smiling at my condition. She was a
beautiful woman.

Rena stood before me blocking my view of Cindy and
Colin. I looked up and she, smiling still, quietly
asked, "May I?"

I stuttered, "Please do." Rena stepped across me and as
she slowly lowered herself reached down, brushed my
hand away and aimed Mr. Pecker right into her cunt. Her
slow squat didn't stop until I was fully embedded in
her. Then she rested, putting her arms around my neck
and her head beside mine. I could feel the slight touch
of her nipples and her locket against my chest.

"How's that?" Rena whispered in my ear.

"You're as horny as I am. You're so moist you just slid
right on to me."

Rena giggled, squeezed my prick with her cunt and said,
"That k** drives me crazy. She's so hot she has me
swinging from the rafters and frigging myself at the
same time." She started to very slowly and with very
small movements rise up and down on me. Without thought
Mr. Pecker tried to follow her. He was afraid he'd lose
her warmth.

Looking over Rena's shoulder I saw that Cindy continued
her riding of Colin's cock, but now her eyes were
closed and she had a faraway look on her face. Colin
smiled at me and gave me a quick thumbs-up and then
looked down at Cindy's back and concentrated on his own
bliss.

I overrode Rena's rhythm and followed Cindy's. Rena
still clung to me, teased me with her nipples and
gloved my friend. "I guess after Cindy is through with
Colin you are left high and dry."

Rena lifted her head looked at me and grinned, "Hell
no. She gets him so turned on, he fucks my brains out.
I just have to wait my turn." Then with a real twinkle
in her eye, "But not today. I have you." She hugged,
crushing her breasts into me. Our rhythm never
faltered.

Cindy sped up her motion. We increased our rate. Every
now and then Cindy would slow and shudder. I think she
was having mini orgasms.

As I thrust up to Rena quicker and quicker I was coming
closer to eruption. I noticed Colin was now driving
forward against Cindy's back pushes. From the
contortions of his face, I thought he was near to
cumming. Rena moaned each time I berried into her.

Cindy opened her eyes, smiled at me and shoved herself
back against Colin. His cock popped out of her hood and
started to spurt.

I said into Rena's ear, "I cumming." She bottomed down
on me driving her clit onto my pubic bone and let out a
scream. Her contracting and pulsing cunt drove me over.
Her tight grip of me made it hard to erupt, but explode
I did, stretching her grip of my prick and filling her.
I could feel my cum ooze between my friend and her
gripping glove.

As the four of us sat unmoving and subsiding from an
incredible high, Tess called, "What's wrong Mummy?"
Russ and Tess were running towards us. As they go
closer Russ slowed and called to Tess, "It's ok, Mum
just did Mel the way Cin does Dad."

When Tess got to the camp site she stopped and looked
from Rena, sitting astride and facing me, to Cindy, now
sitting up with her back to their father. She, absently
fingering her slit, said, "When can I learn to do you
like Cin, Daddy?"