3 comments/ 28802 views/ 17 favorites Cause and Effect Ch. 02 By: rufriter Chapter 02: Regina's Story. I was only an adolescent when Mom and Dad sat me down, and hesitatingly told me the secret they had kept all these years. I suppose there are some people who would call it a guilty secret, but after hearing the full story, I honestly couldn't think of a single reason for them to feel guilty about anything. The truth is, Mom is Mom, and Dad is Dad, and I love them more than life, so it really didn't matter to me then, and it matters even less now, when they told me that not only is she my mother, she is also Dad's mother. The only thing that mattered was that they were totally in love with each other. The fact that I was a result of their incestuous coupling was my good fortune, made even better by the knowledge that I was planned and wanted. After hearing of how my grandfather had got away with murdering my Mom's parents, and then subjected Mom and Dad to almost two decades of brutal abuse, it seemed natural to me that they had found comfort -- and peace - in each other's arms. Although my body was going through its natural changes -- I had recently finished my second period -- I had never had more than the normal curiosity, but the thought of my Dad doing 'it' with his own mother had a strange fascination for me. It didn't occur to me at the time, but I guess it started me thinking. That night, after they had broken the news, I lay in bed, absorbing what they had told me. A little while later I heard their bedroom door close, and giving them time to undress, I crept from my room. For the first of many times I stood with my ear pressed against their door, hoping to hear sounds of them making love. As the years passed I had my share of boyfriends, but nothing really serious. If I liked a boy enough, I would let him fondle my breasts as we kissed, or if he was really nice he could feel my pussy while I jerked him off. I never allowed it to go further, because although it was nice having my clit stimulated, it never really made me want more. A couple of occasions in the back row of a movie theatre, if the boy I was with made me climax, I leaned across and took his cock in my mouth, each time pulling away before he could cum. By the time my figure had filled out as much as it was likely to, I had finished high school and was waiting to hear if I had been accepted into university, when Mom and Dad bought me a cute little three year old, bright red Toyota, which I promptly called Cherry Bomb. Dad was a bundle of nerves the first time I took Cherry Bomb for my first solo drive, and he was a total wreck when I finally returned after what was intended as a ten minute test run, but which stretched out to more than two hours because I couldn't resist showing it off to my envious friends. Now that I had a measure of independence, I suddenly found myself more popular than ever with my old school friends, primarily because I was the only one with transport. After a couple of weeks playing taxi driver, Kelly, one of my three closest friends, suggested a belated end of school camping trip. The idea was enthusiastically supported by Joanne and Freda, and when I commented that I knew nothing about camping, they looked at me almost pityingly. "There's nothing to know," Joanne said. "Just throw up a tent and roll out a sleeping bag and that's it." "Maybe," I replied dubiously, "but I don't have a tent or a sleeping bag." "That's easily fixed. I'll just borrow Tony's stuff. Me and him used to go camping every summer, so we have our own tents and shit. You provide the wheels, I'll provide the gear, Kelly and Freda can pay for the eats, and we can all chip in for juice for the car." I allowed myself a small grin at the mention of Tony's name. There was no way I would ever tell her, but Joanne's brother was one of the boys I had sucked off in the movies. She must have mistaken my grin for agreement, and before I knew it, it was decided that we would leave on the next weekend. It was only when I arrived home and told my parents, that Mom reminded me that Dad's birthday was in just over a week, and he would be disappointed if I missed it. Glancing at the clock, I realised it was too late to be ringing round, so I left it until morning to call the girls, and tell them if we went it would only be for a week. They didn't like it much, but since they were relying on me for transport, they agreed. Having sorted that problem out, I turned my mind to what to give Dad, since I had completely forgotten his birthday in the excitement of the last couple of weeks. Nothing I could think of seemed either suitable or good enough for my Dad, and then I began to get a germ of an idea that must have been sitting unnoticed in my mind for I don't know how long. I talked it over with Mom, and she not only agreed, but suggested a refinement. She took a few photos, and after picking out the one I liked best, I made a card with a hand written note inside, and asked her to give them to Dad on his birthday. When the weekend came around, I packed a few clothes into Cherry Bomb, and went to pick up the girls. We drove until late afternoon, before finding a fairly cheap and somewhat Spartan camp site with little more than a shower block and a barbecue area. After unloading the car, the girls suggested I go into the nearby town to pick up half a dozen bottles of wine, and by the time I returned they had set up a couple of small tents, and were cooking some steaks. We cracked open a bottle, and as we ate we discussed sleeping arrangements, although it seemed to me it had been settled in my absence. Since we were all good friends, I was quite happy to share a tent with Freda, a statuesque blonde of Scandinavian extraction. As the evening wore on, we finished first one bottle, and then a second, and were well into the third. The temperature didn't drop much as we sat under the stars, and as would be expected, the conversation soon turned to boys. As the level in the third bottle fell, our talk became more bawdy, and quickly degenerated into a girly confession session. The seemingly demure Kelly provided the biggest shock, by admitting that she was a secret exhibitionist. She didn't like to wear panties, and although she had never allowed any to actually touch her, it turned her on to let boys look up her skirt and see her pussy. Things went downhill from there, with Freda stating openly that that at least half a dozen guys had fucked her, whilst Joanne said that although only one boy had ever put his cock in her, she had licked more than her share of pussies. Eventually, after convincing me to confess my own 'sins', we decided enough was enough, and we paired up and headed giggling for the tents. A small solar powered lamp provided just enough light to see by, and as soon as the tent flap was closed, Freda unrolled a sleeping bag and started to undress. Although we had seen each other naked countless times in the showers after sport or gym, there were always others around, but now that we were alone, no more than a couple of feet apart, I felt a little awkward. I sat on my still rolled sleeping bag, trying hard not to look at her, but she seemed to sense my unease, because she stripped off her bra and panties and squatted in front of me with her forearms resting on her knees. "It's OK to look at me you know," she said quietly. "I don't have anything you don't." I raised my eyes shyly and studied her firm breasts, tipped with hard points only a little darker than the surrounding flesh. She parted her knees slightly, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Down there too if you want." I don't know if it was the effect of the wine, or the conversation we all had earlier, or even a combination of both, but I raised my arms to allow her to slip my light sweater over my head as I looked down to the shadowy area between her thighs. Her voice suddenly husky, she looked at my bra covered boobs and whispered. "I envy Joanne. I've never done anything with another girl, and she has." I looked at her uncertainly, knowing she wanted to touch my breasts, but unsure if I wanted her to, and equally unsure if I wanted her not to. I tried to keep the tremor out of my voice as I replied. "Me neither." My mind was made up for me when she took my hand and pressed it to her boob. Her resilient flesh and hard nipple felt so warm and inviting that all hesitation vanished, and I wanted to feel her hands squeezing my tits the way I wanted to squeeze hers. As my fingers tightened, I reached behind me with my free hand and unclasped my bra. The instant my boobs were freed her mouth was busy, sucking my nipples into stiff buds as she fumbled with the fastening of my tight mini shorts. I pulled in my stomach to give her fingers room to work, then knelt upright so she could pull my shorts and panties down together. There wasn't enough room in the small tent to stand, so I crawled across to Freda's sleeping bag, taking her hand and drawing her close. We crouched face to face, knees apart, exploring each other's breasts and nipples, then Freda brought the lamp closer, and for the first time I was able to see her pussy up close. Despite her being a good six inches taller than my own five foot six, her slit, with its light fringe of silky blonde hairs, somehow didn't seem big enough to have taken the half dozen cocks she claimed, and I knew I had to taste it, and her. With a nervous giggle, I touched a fingertip to her clit and she flinched as if she had been stung. "Oh wow!" she breathed, laying back and spreading her legs wide. "That's so different from a guy touching me." Putting a hand on my knee, she urged me closer and touched my own wetness. How right she was. Although no less insistent, her exploring fingers were softer and gentler than any boy who had ever felt me, and even though it was a first time for each of us, she seemed to know exactly how, when and where to touch me. We lay side by side, caressing, fondling, kissing, sucking, exploring without penetration, slowly bringing each other to needed climax. As our secretions thickened from being mere lubrication, I switched ends and moved over her, lowering my pussy to her mouth, hoping she would lick me but not really minding if she didn't. Slowly and purposefully I parted her lower lips, opening her pink inner folds to my questing tongue. The taste of her cum was sharp and tangy, and I was gratified to feel her tongue probing my clit as mine was probing hers. There was nothing frantic about our lovemaking. Unlike a boy trying desperately to get as far as he could before the girl changed her mind, Freda and I each sensed exactly what the other wanted, and more importantly, how to provide it. Mindful that I was a virgin, she pressed her tongue against my hymen, but made no attempt to penetrate. Instead she was quite content to stroke and lick up and down my slit, sucking hard on my clitoris as her other hand teased my nipples. Happily for us both, I felt no such restrictions, and she moaned with pleasure when I pushed two fingers deep into her slippery hole. Her moans became loud growls of unadulterated lust, the faster I worked my fingers in and out, and I pressed down hard, grinding my pussy against her tongue. She raised her hips, quivering as her orgasm started again, and I withdrew my fingers, covering her snatch with my mouth to catch the stream of thick creamy love juice. I thrust my tongue into the flow, prompting her to lick furiously until my own dam burst, pouring my cum over her face and into her greedy mouth. We didn't need the second sleeping bag, because we fell into an exhausted sleep, arms and legs entwined. We woke to the smell of frying bacon, and pulling on our robes we came out of the tent, to see Kelly crouched beside a small camp stove. Freda glanced towards the other tent. "Jo still asleep?" Kelly shook her head. "No, she's in the shower." Freda grimaced. "Good idea, I could do with one myself." Ducking back into our tent, she emerged with a towel. As the tall blonde made her way to the shower, I dropped to the grass facing Kelly. Her robe Came to just above her knees, and the way she was crouched I had an unimpeded view up between her thighs. If not for her confession the previous evening, I would have been surprised, but now I was merely interested to see that she was completely smooth. She looked up from shuffling the bacon around the small frypan and grinned. "From the racket you two made last night, me and Joanne weren't the only ones who had fun." Noticing where my eyes were focussed, her grin widened, as did her knees. "You can have a taste if you want. Before last night I never dreamed having my pussy licked would be so much fun. I know Jo wants to try it with Freda, so maybe we can swap?" The suggestion was so unexpected that I didn't know what to say. After my initiation into girl-to-girl sex last night, the idea definitely had its appeal, but things were moving too fast and I needed time to think. "Do you mind if I have breakfast and a shower first?" I quipped, aware that by not actually turning her down, I was leaving options open. She opened her mouth to say something, but just then Joanne returned with her hair swathed in a towel. "Yumm, smells good. Did anyone bring eggs?" Kelly nodded. "I think there are some in the car, but I didn't get them out. I was going to make bacon sandwiches. Less washing up that way." Having made a mountain of sandwiches, she set the coffee on the stove, and by the time it was ready Freda had returned. We sat around eating and chatting, and now that the barriers were down my friends began to talk openly about what had happened. Kelly was leaning back on her elbows, making no attempt to cover her pussy, as she described her nervousness when Joanne had made a move on her. "I always wanted the first one to touch me to be a girl" she admitted, "but I was too scared to do anything about it in case anyone thought I was a freak. Then when I felt Jo's fingers there it was like someone set off a firework in my cunt." She parted her legs slightly, clearly enjoying the attention as three pairs of eyes zeroed in on her slit. I was too preoccupied admiring the smooth symmetry to pay much attention to what the others were saying, and I became a little self conscious about my own bush. As Joanne and Freda concluded their versions of events, all eyes turned to me in expectation. I was suddenly lost for words, and although I knew what I wanted to say, my tongue just wouldn't let the words come out. Instead, I stood up abruptly and headed for the tent. "I need a shower." Ducking under the flap, I grabbed a towel and fled towards the shower block. I was shaking like a leaf when I pushed open the door of the cubicle, and hanging my robe and towel on the wall hooks, I turned the shower on and lowered the temperature. With a sigh of relief, I leaned back against the cold tiles, letting the marginally warmer spray play over the front of my body. My trembling subsided, and I had just started to soap myself down when Kelly pushed her way in. "I thought I'd join you," she grinned, hanging her robe and towel over mine. Taking the soap from my nerveless fingers, she stepped under the spray. "Let me do that," she whispered. I stood frozen as her soapy hands roamed over my breasts, and slowly made their way lower. She pushed the soap at me. "Here, you do me," she ordered, taking my left nipple gently between her teeth. Stung out of my lethargy, I soaped my hands and reached for her boobs, but she grabbed my wrist and placed my palm on her mound. Releasing my nipple, she straightened and pressed herself against me, rubbing her slippery tits against mine. "Rub my clit," she breathed as our lips met. I had never known anything could feel as exotic as her smooth silky pussy, enhanced as it was by the slickness of the soap on my fingers. Her smallish boobs rubbed insistently against mine, our hard nipples fencing in an erotic combat as my finger slipped between her lower lips. My legs parted for her exploring fingers, and for long moments we remained still, the only movement being that of fingers on clits. The feel of her smooth pussy turned me on even more than what she was doing to me, and my legs went weak as my orgasm sent my cum cascading down my legs. Kelly's climax followed within seconds, and we clung to each other for support as we fought for breath. When we had recovered our composure, we carefully washed each other and returned to the tents. Freda and Joanne had already dressed, and were piling the sleeping bags and gear beside the car, pointing out that if we were to be away from the site for any length of time, it would be unwise to tempt thieves. After Kelly and I had made ourselves presentable, I in my usual shorts, and Kelly unsurprisingly in a short summer dress, we pulled down the tents, and loading Cherry Bomb we set off to explore the region. We spent the morning browsing the usual tourist traps, and around midday we sat on the grass in a small park eating sandwiches, and drinking bottled water. It soon became clear that Kelly was determined to make the most of every opportunity, because whenever anything in pants came close, she hitched her skirt a little and bent her knee on the pretext of adjusting the buckle on her sandal. Although on the surface revealing her pussy appeared accidental, in light of her confession I had to wonder. I didn't know it at the time, but over the next few days my suspicions were to prove correct, because there were too many similar 'accidents'. The first time I saw her flash though, I felt a twinge of envy that she wasn't doing it for me. For the remainder of the day, as I drove around with her in the passenger seat beside me, showing a generous expanse of thigh, I couldn't shake the memory of how good she had felt in the shower. The more the afternoon wore on, the more I wanted to take her up on her offer to taste what I had felt. By the time we returned to the campsite, I was wound up tighter than a clock spring. My overworked imagination already had me squirming, and with some five or six hours to go before I would have a chance to get Kelly alone, I knew I had to do something to ease the tension. Leaving the other girls to set up the tents, I made a dash for the rest room, where I tugged down my shorts and attacked my clit to images of that bald slit mashed against my mouth. A short but badly needed orgasm drained the tension, and after taking a pee, I returned to the others, feeling a little foolish but much more able to function normally. I had taken the edge off my immediate need, but fortunately not my appetite, and I was looking forward to nightfall. As I approached the tents, Joanne was sorting out the evening barbecue menu, and I stood beside her watching. "We've been trying to decide on sleeping arrangements for tonight." Her voice was a little too casual, as she continued. "Do you want to keep things as they are, or do you want to switch?" As she looked me over out of the corner of her eye, it seemed to me that she had already made up her mind. Unwittingly she was putting me in an awkward situation. The lure of Kelly's shaven mound had been on my mind all day, since she made the offer, but I had known Jo the longest. We had pretty much developed and filled out together, so although she was obviously attractive to guys, it had never occurred to me to think of her in that way. Now however, in such close proximity, the jiggle of her full breasts and the flare of her hips, gave her a sensuality that was impossible to ignore. I didn't want to turn her down, but I didn't want to turn Kelly down either, so to give myself time to think, I shrugged. "I don't mind either way. Whatever the rest of you decide is fine with me." Picking up the steaks and sausages, I went over to the barbecue area and started cooking dinner. Cause and Effect Ch. 02 My thoughts were mixed as I turned the food on the hot grill. Kelly had shown her interest in the most blatant way possible, and I was concerned that if I didn't show equal interest I may not get another chance. On the other hand, although Joanne hadn't suggested anything directly, her body language said she wanted me. The problem was that I wanted them both, and I couldn't see any way of choosing one without offending the other. Freda came over to help carry my culinary efforts back to the tents, and after Jo opened another bottle, we sat eating, chatting and drinking. I could still see no solution to my situation, and I grew more concerned as the light faded. My dilemma was finally resolved just as the sun dipped below the horizon, when Kelly moved alongside Freda and pushed a hand underneath her tee shirt. A twinge of disappointment that she had apparently chosen the tall blonde over me, lasted only as long as it took Jo to start unfastening my shirt, and slide her fingers up the inside of my bare leg. Taking a quick look around to make sure no other campers were watching, I squeezed her boobs, and by unspoken agreement we moved to the tent she had shared with Kelly. Once inside, I shrugged out of my shirt and reached behind to unclasp my bra, but she shook her head. "No Reg, let me. I've been wanting to do this for years." Holding the cups in place, she released the fastening and slid the straps down my arms. Kissing from my left shoulder to the slope of my breast, she moved the fabric aside with her lips, capturing my nipple with her mouth almost before it was revealed. She sucked until the rubbery bud was rigid, then switched to the other as I reached for her firm mounds, but she pushed my hands away and laid me flat. "Not yet," she whispered throatily. "Your turn will come." I lay quiescent, content for her to take command, and watched her undress, staring in amazement at her extraordinarily impressive nipples, standing out like beacons. As she pulled of her briefs, I saw that her bush had been trimmed much closer than mine, and I licked my lips in anticipation. She smiled and parted her legs, before covering her crotch with her hand. "You can feel my tits, but only my tits. Save the best for last." I seized the superb orbs, squeezing and fondling as she pushed down my shorts and panties. "Keep still." she ordered, moving lower and removing both garments together. "Oh god, that's beautiful! Some day some lucky cock will be in there, but for now it's mine." I held my breath, waiting for the first touch, but instead she moved up my body, and with both hands she squeezed her boobs, forcing the prominent brown nipples to stand out stiff and proud. With deliberate slowness, she brushed the hard tips across my forehead, and down my cheeks, pausing briefly at my lips before continuing. Her amazing buds were like tiny fingers as they traced patterns over my skin, and she was driving me frantic, touching me anywhere and everywhere but the one place I wanted. Abruptly she tired of teasing, and moved between my legs. There was an avid look in her eyes as her fingers parted my pussy lips, and wrapping her hand around the base of her breast, she squeezed until the nipple stood out stiffly and rubbed it up and down my slit. I was so aroused by this totally unanticipated development, that for several minutes I could only lie quivering as she vigorously nipple fucked my clit. When her tits were glistening with my juices, she swivelled to press her wet pussy against my face, and clamp her mouth over my oozing crack. The rest of the evening, and well into the night was an erotic adventure, with Jo pleasuring me in ways I never even thought of, and me mimicking her every move. Joanne used almost her entire body as a sensual instrument of pleasure, and, by the time we fell into a sated slumber, both of our bodies were glistening from head to knees with sweat and sexual secretions We woke early next morning, and after showering off last night's excesses, we set up the camp stove and started cooking breakfast, just as Freda and Kelly emerged from their tent. Everything was ready by the time they returned from showering, and after eating we piled all the gear into Cherry Bomb, and set off for the day's adventures. Since leaving on our trip we each seemed to have taken on additional personalities. During the day we were four fun loving girls having a good time, but away from the scrutiny of friends and families, when the sun went down our friendship was blatantly sexual. We were fairly worn out when we returned and set up camp again, but we had picked up more wine, and after another barbecued dinner we sat round drinking and giggling. As expected, the talk became more risqué, and Kelly's eyes widened at Jo's vivid description of my reaction at being nipple fucked. The over exaggerated 'Oooh's' and 'Ohhhs', and gasps as she leaned back on her elbows, thrusting her hips skywards had us all rolling on the grass clutching our aching stomachs. Gradually our laughter subsided, and catching my eye, Kelly flicked a glance towards her tent and lifted herself to her feet. I looked at the other girls, and seeing that they were rather preoccupied, I followed Kelly. She was already easing her skirt down her hips when I entered, and she looked pointedly at my shorts. Just to be awkward, I ignored her stare and tugged my tee shirt over my head, and teasingly pulled one cup of my bra down barely enough to expose a nipple. My idea had been to tease her for as long as possible, but she caught on immediately and stopped pushing her skirt down before her mound became visible. Chuckling at my frustration, she stripped off her shirt and bra. "Suck my boobs, and I might let you look at my pussy." I cupped her small breast, and brought my lips to her nipple. With a soft sigh she reached behind me to unfasten my bra, slipping the straps off my shoulders until my breasts swung free. I wanted to try to tease again, but her insistent fondling of my tits took away my will to resist, and I sucked in my stomach to make it easier for her to unfasten and remove my shorts and panties. Now that I was naked, Kelly wasted no time in removing her skirt. I was beginning to understand her penchant for showing herself to total strangers, because I wanted her to look at me down there the way guys looked at her. The problem was the fact that she was hairless made me acutely self conscious about my own thatch. I brushed my palm across her smooth slit. "I wish I was like this" I muttered, not realising I was vocalising my thoughts. She stopped feeling my boobs and looked at me. "Are you serious?" When I nodded bashfully, she grinned and delved into her back pack. "I've always wanted to do this to another girl," she grinned, brandishing a battery powered shaver. "You're going to love it." Pushing me flat, she knelt between my outstretched legs, and starting at the top of the vee shaped patch, she trimmed away all the excess hairs, before going to work on the stubble. I could feel myself becoming moist as the faint vibrations transmitted to my clit, and my hands went to my tits, pinching and tugging at my stiff nipples. Just as my orgasm began to build, she switched off the shaver and sat back on her heels. "There, that's much better. Now for the good bit." Snapping the cover in place over the shaver head, she grinned, and flipping the switch, pressed the buzzing instrument directly against my clit. My teeth clamped down on my lower lip in a futile attempt to muffle a screech as my orgasm exploded. My hips arched up towards the roof of the tent, and she slipped a leg between mine and under my raised bottom. Leaning back, she moved closer, forcing a gasp from me as bald slit met bald slit, and she ground her clit against mine. We rocked back and forth in unison, spreading our juices until our pussies were sliding across each other like oiled silk, and then she pulled away slightly, to switch on the shaver and push it between our clits. I let out a low moan of "Ohhh fuuuuuckk", as the vibrations sent fiery spears straight through my body, and I clutched at her thighs, trying to pull her closer. If being nipple fucked by Joanne had seemed wild, this was beyond wild. This was off the planet. For several minutes, the only sound was the sloshing of our fluids, broken only by grunts of exertion, and then Kelly abruptly turned off the shaver and tossed it aside. "We can't let all this yummy cum go to waste," she panted, reversing her position and pressing her twat against my open mouth. My tongue darted out to catch her dripping cum and channel it down my throat, as she lapped greedily. The glide of her tongue over my newly sensitised bald pussy was the most erotic feeling I could ever have imagined, and I thrashed wildly as a torrent of cum gushed from my pulsating cunt. Afterwards it took me a while to come down out of the clouds enough to sleep, and my dreams were filled with shaven slits coming at me from all directions. When we woke next morning, Kelly made her intentions for her day's amusement clear by selecting the shortest skirt she had, and laying it out on her sleeping bag before getting ready to shower. Recalling how much I had enjoyed her and my other friends looking at my pussy, I was gaining some insight into what Kelly gained from showing herself to strangers. Not only that, I was starting to wonder what it would be like 'accidentally' letting boys look up my own skirt. I could never bring myself to show my slit of course, but the prospect of horny young studs imagining what was under my panties made my pulse quicken. I made a joke of remarking to her that it was just as well I had only packed shorts and jeans, or I might be tempted, although now that the seed had been sown, I wasn't entirely convinced that I wasn't at least half serious. Whether or not I would have the nerve was a different matter altogether. After showering, I went to my own tent to dress, and was just about to pull on my shorts when Kelly came in and held out a skirt. "Here, try this." I hadn't expected her to take me seriously, and I found myself in a bit of a quandary. Should I refuse and have her think I was all talk, or should I wear the skirt and hope I wouldn't find myself in a situation I couldn't get out of? Then it occurred to me there might be a way out. She was only marginally slimmer than I was, but if I tried the skirt and pushed my tummy out a little, it might seem too tight to fasten, and I'd have an excuse not to wear it. My plan seemed to work perfectly, but I hadn't reckoned on her persistence or her anticipation. "I thought you might have trouble so I came prepared." She produced a shoelace, which she threaded through the buttonhole, and wrapped around the button, pulling it tight and tucking the ends into the waistband. "There you go, a loose tee shirt over that and no one will know the difference." Faced with a situation as much of my own making as hers, one that pride wouldn't let me duck out of, I dug out an oversize shirt and pulled it on over my bra. After breakfast we decided we needed a change of scenery, so we packed up Cherry Bomb, and stopped at the campsite office, where we learned there was a similar site near a larger town about an hour's drive away. Following directions, we had no trouble locating the place, and were pleased to discover that, for a little more than we had paid to pitch our tents, we could hire a small two bedroom cabin. The temptation to sleep in real beds rather than on the hard ground was too much to resist, so we willingly paid the extra rather than waste time setting up camp. This gave us more time to explore, so after dumping our bags we set off into town. Being a bigger town, there was much more to see so we spent a pleasant couple of hours exploring. Shortly before midday we grabbed some burgers and cokes, and headed for the park where predictably, Kelly made a beeline for a small rise which would give her a vantage point to be seen by any guys further down the slope. She dropped to the grass under the shade of a tree, and patted the ground beside her. As Freda, Jo and I joined her I was relieved to see there were no guys within viewing distance, and spared from having to make a decision right away, I relaxed and enjoyed my burger. My reprieve was short lived though, because at twelve o'clock workers emerged from nearby businesses, and congregated in the park to enjoy the sunshine and eat their lunches. Before long there were people everywhere, and with her attention seemingly elsewhere, Kelly slyly watched the reactions of a bunch of five guys sitting a little distance away, as she giggled and nonchalantly parted her thighs, barely enough to afford a view of her slit. One by one, five pairs of eyes focussed, and I felt a twinge of envy at the attention she was attracting. For a moment I was tempted to emulate her, but even though I was wearing panties I lacked the courage. After no more than thirty seconds, she clamped her knees together, and turned to face us with a laugh. "That will brighten their dreary lives, and give them something to talk about for the next month." About twenty minutes later, apparently deciding they had seen all they were likely to, the group dispersed, and we resumed our exploring. Although there was plenty to occupy our minds as we wandered around, my thoughts kept returning to expressions of the guys in the park, and I was beginning to regret lost opportunities. The raw lust in their faces had been more of a turn on than I had realised at the time, even though it hadn't been directed at me. We passed the afternoon just wandering around, occasionally flirting with guys who approached us, and laughing off any suggestions we link up. On our return to the campsite, we found that a couple of guys had moved into the cabin next door, and later in the evening we were sitting outside talking over the day's events, and the duo invited themselves to join us. Since they hadn't come empty handed we raised no objections, and for the next couple of hours we sat chatting and drinking their beer. I wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or not, but they kept the conversation to generalities, so we didn't have to fend off any unwelcome suggestions, and as darkness fell they said goodnight and returned to their cabin. By unspoken agreement I was to share a room with Freda, at least for tonight, and after the thoughts that had been racing through my head all day, I couldn't wait to have her mouth on my pussy. When I walked into our room she was just removing her panties, and away from the cramped confines of the tent, and with better lighting, I was surprised at how much taller she appeared to be without clothing. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, and when she turned to face me, I guessed that Kelly had been busy with her too, because her blonde bush was gone, and I could see her clit peeping out from the smooth lips. She stood with her feet apart, smiling as I admired the view as I struggled out of my clothes. Her eyes gleamed with pleasure, and she licked her lips at the sight of my equally bald pussy. Without delay she pushed me onto the bed, and for almost an hour we slurped and stroked each other to orgasm after orgasm. The following day was almost a carbon copy, except that I reverted to wearing my shorts, and when Craig and Eddie returned to their cabin next door after the beer ran out, Joanne and I nipple fucked and sixty-nined until we were on the brink of exhaustion. I woke early on the final day of our break, and I had breakfast of bacon eggs and beans well under way before the others emerged. As we sat around eating and discussing plans, Kelly started urging me to wear a skirt again. It didn't really matter what happened, she pointed out, because after today we would never see any of the people in town again. More to shut her up than with any intent, I agreed, and after we had showered she produced an equally short skirt, and a pair of almost sheer white panties, daring me to wear them. Since I had no intention of showing anyway, I accepted the dare and pulled them up my legs. When we were all ready we piled into Cherry Bomb and set off into town. Now that we were only twenty four hours from going home, my mind turned to my hopes, although at this stage I couldn't think of them as expectations. As the day wore on towards lunch time, I started to become apprehensive, wondering if leaving that photograph for Dad had been wise. Sitting in the park I thought again about the picture. It hadn't really shown anything he hadn't seen around the house, except maybe the top edges of my nipples, and not even that really, but it seemed to me the note that accompanied the photo had made it pretty clear what I had in mind. No man had ever seen my pussy, but now, in my fantasy Dad was crouched in front of me, and I parted my legs to give him an unrestricted view of my moist slit. I was brought abruptly back to reality when Kelly nudged me. "Attagirl Reg. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You already have an admirer." I looked at her blankly, and she gestured down the slope with her eyes. Turning my head slowly, I glanced in the direction she indicated and saw a man of about forty looking towards me. I still didn't understand until I realised where he was looking, and I literally froze with shock. Whilst I had been fantasising about Dad looking at my pussy, I had unconsciously allowed my knees to drift apart, and the man was staring directly at my crotch. I tried desperately to close my legs, but his gaze seemed to push them further apart, and for what seemed an embarrassing eternity I could only sit helpless as the flimsy panties became wetter and wetter, and, I was sure, almost transparent. Mercifully he realised he had been caught in the act, and he levered himself to his feet and walked away. The remainder of the afternoon passed in a blur. I had no recollection of what we did, or of the drive back to the cabin. All I knew was that having that man staring at my crotch had made me unbelievably horny, and in my mind I was already replacing his eyes with those of my Dad. By the time our neighbours got up to leave I was desperate for release, and as soon as the door closed behind them I practically dragged Kelly into the bedroom. She looked at me in surprise as I tore off my clothes and stripped her, and as understanding came to her she smiled. "Fuck Reg, that guy really got to you didn't he?" Throwing herself backwards on to the bed, she held out her arms. "Now you know why I enjoy flashing. I always felt you were like me. You just needed to realise it yourself." I joined her on the bed, and she pulled my head to her breasts. "You know until this week I had never been touched, not really. I always liked showing my pussy, but except for sometimes letting a boy feel my boobs on the outside of my clothes, that was as far as I'd gone." She pushed her nipple into my mouth. "When Joanne started touching me the other night I was too shocked to stop her, then I found out how wonderful it felt to get my tits sucked. There was no way I wanted to stop her when she started licking my cunt." In many ways, what she said mirrored my own thoughts, although unlike her I knew what it was like to have hands on my tits and pussy, so I hadn't been as hesitant with Freda as Kelly had been with Jo. My subconscious must have still been on tomorrow, because when I took my busy mouth from her hard nipples and fastened it over her slit, I found myself wondering if Mom tasted this good. Before this week it had never occurred to me to lick a pussy, but now the thought of having my face between Mom's thighs excited me beyond belief, and I put extra effort into licking Kelly's bald twat. I swivelled round and pressed my cunt hard against Kelly's mouth, letting out a loud moan as in my imagination it was Dad's face I was fucking, Dad's tongue probing my hymen with each thrust of my hips. Tremors shook me as my orgasm surged from clit to nipples and back again, and my cum poured over Kelly's face an instant before her secretions flooded my waiting mouth. Cause and Effect Ch. 02 "Oh fuck," she panted into my dripping snatch. "That was the best yet. You should flash your cunt more often if that's what it does to you." I couldn't resist a giggle. "If I'd known, maybe I would have." I twisted around and lay beside her, and she turned to face me, gently sucking my nipples. My hands moved to her boobs, squeezing stroking and teasing, gradually working her up until her breathing became ragged. Taking one of my hands, she thrust it between her legs and reached for my clit, and gently but firmly we slowly fingered each other to another orgasm, before finally drifting into a satisfied sleep. We slept fairly late, but when the morning sun woke us there was no sound from the other room. Although I was impatient to get home, I decided there was no harm in letting Jo and Freda sleep in whilst Kelly and I showered. I wanted everything to go smoothly when I arrived home, with the emphasis on smooth, so before heading for the shower I borrowed Kelly's shaver and removed the stubble. It was getting too late to mess around cooking breakfast, so I figured we could just load up Cherry Bomb, and pick up burgers on the way. On the way back from the shower block we discovered the reason for the silence from the other room. Still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Freda and Joanne emerged from next door, and sauntered towards us with smug 'guess who got fucked' grins splitting their faces. Kelly and I pressed them to tell us the dirty details, but all they could do was grin like idiots, so we loaded up and hit the road. After we picked up breakfast, the pair finally broke their infuriating silence, and laughing like demented hyenas, they recounted how they had teamed up to 'suck and fuck poor Eddie and Craig to quivering jellies'. As the miles passed, the descriptions became more and more graphic, but eventually the topic was exhausted, and they lapsed into silence. About halfway home Kelly glanced behind her and broke into a fit of giggles. I eased off the accelerator and risked a quick look of my shoulder and nearly ran off the road. Their lurid account of their antics with the guys must have affected them more than they anticipated, because Freda and Jo had their jeans and panties pushed down around their knees, and they were fingering each other furiously. I tried to concentrate on my driving, but the activity behind me was getting to me. It only made matters worse when I glanced down and was horrified to see a huge and rapidly spreading wet patch on the crotch of my shorts. A part of me wanted to stop and find some release, either with or without help, but mostly I wanted to be home, so I tried to distract myself by counting the different makes of cars coming towards me. The ploy worked inasmuch as I was able to pay more attention to my driving, and when the two in the rear seat finally finished playing, I relaxed a bit more. A short time later, at my friends' insistence we stopped at a roadhouse for a full sit down lunch, which took up almost an hour that I didn't want to waste, but was at least a welcome distraction. As we came closer to home I started thinking about Dad again, and a sudden thought put a huge lead weight in the pit of my stomach. Mom was so much older than he was, so what if he only liked older women? What if he thought an eighteen year old was too young for him? I had heard that there were men that found no sexual appeal in teenage girls, and now I was terrified that Dad would be one of them. By the time I dropped the girls off and drove home, it was getting close to dinner time, and I had all but convinced myself that my hopes were in vain. My feet were as heavy as my heart as I dragged myself into the house, and the greeting I received from my parents seemed no different than if I was merely returning from the shopping centre. I dumped my things in my room, and undressed to wash off the stale stink of my earlier arousal. When I came out of the shower, I noticed something on my bed that I was sure hadn't been there when I undressed. It stood out starkly red against the cream bedcovers, so I was certain I would have noticed it before now. I picked it up and allowed my hopes to rise a little when I unfolded a sheer half cup bra, which wouldn't even come close to covering my nipples, and tiny matching briefs. They obviously weren't ordinary store bought garments, because there were no manufacturer's labels other than the size, and there was no customary inner lining in the crotch of the panties. The fabric was so sheer and flimsy that it was clear that they were designed to enhance rather than to conceal. Since they could only have been left on my bed when I was showering, the question was who had put them there? Was it Mom's way of showing me how to get Dad's interest, or was it Dad's way of telling me he wanted his little girl? Whatever the case may be, at that moment I didn't really care. The set was so beautiful and alluring that I felt sexy just thinking of wearing them. I put them on and studied the effect in the mirror. "Shit Reg, if I saw me in these even I would fancy me," I breathed. It was just as well my breasts were firm enough to stand out on their own, because the bra gave no support, but the way it framed and accentuated my hard pink nipples was breathtaking. I parted my legs and looked down at my clearly defined hairless pussy, with its pouting lips and neat dividing line. "Hmm, gates of Daddy Heaven -- I hope." I giggled. My self admiration was interrupted by Mom calling me to dinner, and I quickly threw on a robe and went to join her and Dad. He hardly looked at me when I sat down to eat, and except for an occasional glance, he kept his eyes on the plate throughout the meal. I helped Mom clear away the dishes, and went into the living room, where Dad was sitting at the end of the couch. My heart lurched when I saw he was looking at my photograph, and for the first time since I arrived home he met my eyes. "What you suggest is a huge step Baby, and there can be no going back, so if you want to change your mind it's ok by me. I don't want you to rush into it unless you are really ready." My heart sank, at the thought that my worst fear was about to be realised, and he didn't want me. Nonetheless I shook my head firmly. "No Daddy, I'm ready. It's what I want - if you want it too." In reply he smiled and patted the cushion beside him, and relieved, I sat down just as Mom came into the room. Until then I had felt a little nervous, but when she sat beside me I became calmer than I had ever been. He slipped an arm around my shoulders, and I saw Mom smile as he pulled me closer. Our lips met in a chaste father daughter kiss, which quickly became a deep exploring lovers' kiss and I held my breath, willing him to put a hand on my breast. Instead, he broke away and carefully folded open my robe, gasping as his gaze fell on my rigid nipples. I leaned back and lifted my breasts from the bra cups, offering them to him. "Suck them Daddy." Lowering his head as I unhooked my bra, he took my nipple and as much of the surrounding flesh as he could manage into his mouth. I stifled a groan of ecstasy, squeezing my eyes tight as sparks shot through to my loins. Each in her own way, my girlfriends had been superb tit suckers, but none were as good as this. As he sucked my boob his hand found it its twin, his work roughened fingers rasping across the hardened bud and sending shivers clear through to my toes. His lips moved slowly down my body, followed by his hands, his fingers fluttering on my skin like captive butterflies. I felt a sense of loss when he took away his hands, and I looked down to see Mom unbutton and take off his shirt. There was a misty gleam in her eyes as she knelt to unfasten his belt, and tug down his pants. My eyes widened in delight and I licked my lips, as for the first time I saw my Daddy's hard cock. It wasn't huge, but it looked bigger and stiffer than any of the boys I'd jerked off, and certainly bigger and stiffer than the two I had sucked. Looking at it standing proudly from its nest of curly dark hairs, I decided there and then that, unlike the other times, if I took it in my mouth I would not stop until I had every last drop of his cum trickling down my throat. Mom resumed her seat, and I reached for Dad's wonderful tool, itching to feel its warmth in my palm, but he evaded my grasp and knelt between my open thighs. I could feel his eyes burning on my moist slit through the now wetly transparent fabric of my panties, and I held my breath again in anticipation. Mom had told me in past 'girly' conversations, that until she had gained the confidence and courage to take it further, in the first months they had been sexually active, she hadn't been able to bring herself to let Dad do any more than suck her tits and lick her pussy. Now he had sucked my tits, and I desperately wanted to feel his tongue probing my pussy. I provocatively stroked the wet fabric and placed my fingertip against his lips. "Taste Daddy." His tongue darted out for an instant, and then he leaned in and licked at the pussy juice that was seeping through my panties, pressing the filmy material into my slit. A sharp intake of breath from Mom made me look to the side, just in time to see her slip her hand under her skirt as Dad pulled my panties down my legs, and tossed them behind him. Ever so gently he eased apart my pouting lips and gasped in surprise. "My god, you're a virgin??" I wasn't sure if it was a question or an exclamation, so I smiled and said quietly. "Yes Daddy. You gave me Cherry Bomb, and now I want you to have my cherry. But I want you to make me cum with your mouth first like you did with Mommy." He didn't need any further prompting, and he fastened his mouth over my slit. My hips jerked as he found my clit, then slid his tongue down to press hard against my hymen. I gave in to the sensations that were coursing through my body, and looked to smile my gratitude at Mom. Her stare was fixed between my legs, and her hand was working frantically under her skirt. I put out a hand and lifted the hem, folding it up over her stomach, delighted to see that her mound was as devoid of growth as mine. She looked at me in surprise when I grasped her wrist, picking up the rhythm, then she took her hand away, allowing me to thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy. Since she had already brought herself close, my action pushed her over the edge and she shuddered as her climax swept over her. The excitement of watching my Mom cum hastened my own orgasm, and moments after Dad started nibbling my clit I bathed his face with my juices. He raised his head and smiled at me with so much love my heart almost burst. Taking his cock in his hand he moved closer. "Are you ready Baby? Tell me if it hurts too much and I'll stop, OK?" This was the moment I had been dreaming of, so of course I was ready! I nodded and as the rubbery tip of his cock parted my pussy lips, I clenched my teeth, determined not to spoil his pleasure by showing pain even if it did hurt. I wanted him inside me, and if it hurt a little, so what? It would be more than worth it. He pushed forward firmly, and I was glad he was looking down, because I couldn't help a grimace when my hymen gave way, and then he was inside me. I was bursting with elation as he started to thrust gently. 'He's fucking me!' I exulted silently. 'My wonderful Daddy is fucking me!' I undulated my hips to meet and match his thrusts, and the slither of his hard tool in and out of my well lubricated, no longer virgin snatch was the most glorious feeling I could ever have imagined. "Fuck me Daddy!" I panted. "Fuck your baby girl! Oh yes! Fuck meeeeee!" My cries rose to a screeching wail as my orgasm struck, and suddenly my cum was pouring out around his driving rod. "I'm cumming Daddeee! Oh god I'm cumminggg. Don't stop! Oh god yesss!" Within moments his cock jerked, and he anointed the walls and deepest recesses of my well fucked cunt with gout after gout of thick precious cum. "Oh god Daddy, that was wonderful," I panted, as he slowly withdrew and lay on top of me, with his chest pressed against my supersensitive nipples. "Yes Baby, it was great for me too," he murmured, kissing me gently. "I'm a very lucky man having a sweet daughter giving me her virginity. I hope I didn't hurt you?" "Not at all Daddy, your tongue made me so ready that when your cock broke my cherry I hardly felt it." It was only a tiny white lie, because it had hurt a bit, but if it made him feel better it was worth it. "And when you filled me with cum it was wonderful." I added. His weight was pressing me down, and although I loved feeling his naked body against me, I was relieved when he raised himself and looked at my now puffed up pussy. "We made a bit of a mess Baby, I think we'd better get you cleaned up." Taking my hand, he helped me from the couch and led me to the bathroom, with Mom following. Dad and I stepped under the warm spray as Mom undressed and squeezed in beside us. I stood with my legs apart as he took the washcloth and cleaned up my pussy, and frowned an apology when he saw me wince, but his face cleared at my reassuring smile. Soaping my hands, I grasped his limp member, stroking and squeezing it until it was standing hard and proud again. It felt so good that I wished that I could hold it forever, but since I had other plans, I relaxed my fingers to ensure he didn't climax. Mom took the washcloth from Dad's hand and prepared to wash her excretions from the insides of her thighs, but I shook my head. "Let me Mom." Maintaining my grip on Dad's tool, I soaped her breasts, which although still surprisingly firm were beginning to lose their battle with gravity. Rejoicing in the feel of her taut nipple against my palm, I fondled and caressed the resilient globes until she began to sigh with pleasure, then slid my hand lower to part her lips and take her clit between finger and thumb. Still holding on to Dad's pole, I worked Mom's hard pleasure bud like a tiny cock, and as she shivered in approaching orgasm, I again sent her over the edge with two fingers driven up into her slippery pussy. When her trembling subsided I finished cleaning her, and guiding Dad by his cock I led the way into my parents' bedroom. Disappointingly for me, instead of joining us on the bed, Mom decided to make some coffee. Lying side by side, I slid my hand slowly up and down Dad's shaft, whilst he toyed with my tits. On previous occasions when I had jerked boys off, I had mostly done so to make them cum to take their attention away from trying to put their cocks in my pussy, but now I took the time to enjoy the feel of the love muscle that had given me so much pleasure. He gradually moved his hand between my legs, but when I winced at his touch on my conquered virginity, he withdrew. "I'm sorry Baby, I should have realised you would still be a bit sensitive." I leered at him suggestively. "It's OK daddy, I'll be fine in the morning, but if you want to you can kiss it and make it better." He laughed at the transparency of the euphemism, and started kissing his way down from my boobs, but because I kept a firm grip on his cock he had to twist around, which was exactly what I wanted. I thought I was being sneaky in trying to surprise him, but he must have guessed what I had in mind, because he twisted all the way until his prick was scant inches from my face. At the first touch of his tongue on my clit, I raised my head and took him into my mouth. I had no intention of simply masturbating him with my lips, as with the two other boys. I wanted him to feel the caress of my tongue, and enjoy the warm suction of my mouth. I wanted to explore the shape and texture of his cock, but most of all I wanted to know the taste of his slippery cum. Careful to avoid what remained of my ruptured hymen, Dad licked up and down my puffy slit, nipping my love bud between his lips and starting my juices flowing as I rolled his testicles in my fingers, working my mouth eagerly on his wonderful stiff cock. My need to cum overcame my concern about how tender I was, and I thrust my cunt hard against my Daddy's probing tongue, as I sucked hungrily on his pole. With my orgasm ripping through every cell in my body, I felt his balls tighten, and a hot stream of thick sticky cum flooded my greedy mouth. I continued to suck until he was drained, then rolled his goo around my mouth with my tongue, exploring the taste and texture before letting it trickle down my throat. I guess the long drive and the excitement of the evening must have got the better of me, because the next thing I knew I was awakened by the morning sun streaming through the window, and movement on the bed beside me. Turning my face away from the glare, I opened my eyes and saw Dad, propped on his elbows over Mom, and thrusting in and out of her pussy. I altered my position so I could watch his stiff rod driving in and out of her hairless slit, then smiled happily as he groaned and spilled his load inside her. Pleased that Mom hadn't missed out because of Dad fucking me, I moved alongside them and kissed them both. Dad withdrew his softening cock, and disappeared towards the bathroom, and I laid a hand on her breast. Looking down at my hand she smiled, then lifted her eyes to my face. "You know something? Until yesterday I had never been touched by a woman." I felt strangely pleased that she said woman, rather than girl, because to me it meant that she accepted that I was grown up. I lowered my head, and just before I took her hard nipple between my lips, I said quietly, "Really? In that case you're in for a treat." For some minutes I sucked and nibbled each of her tits in turn, nursing as I had as a babe in arms, loving them the way they deserved to be loved. Her chest began to heave, and I slid down to lie between her legs, with my own legs hanging over the end of the bed. Parting her reddened lips, I drove my tongue into her just fucked hole, seeking and lapping Dad's cum. Everything I had learned in the past week from Joanne and the girls, I put into pleasuring Mom's pussy, and she was soon holding my head and squirming against my tongue. I could feel Dad's calloused hands parting my thighs, and I raised my bottom to allow him to drive his cock deep into my wet slot. I licked Mom's clit furiously as he grasped my hips and fucked me with long firm strokes. We erupted together as one, and I was in erotic heaven as I slurped the mix of Dad and Mom's cum from her cunt, and he pumped a welcome load of hot fresh seed into mine. The following couple of weeks were pure bliss, although it was a week before Mom was able to overcome her reticence and taste my pussy, and a few days more before she could bring herself to lick Dad's cum out of me. That didn't bother me too much though, because I was more than happy to eat her out at every opportunity when Dad was at work, and in the evenings he took turns filling our cunts and mouths with his sticky jism. A letter arrived at the end of the second week, informing me that I had been accepted in to a prestigious university. I didn't like the idea of being more than four hours drive away from home, but Mom and Dad convinced me it would be insane to reject such a heaven sent opportunity, and in due course I loaded up Cherry Bomb and set off for the big city. In the course of the following years I applied myself diligently to my studies, visiting home as often as I could, and between times being lustily fucked and licked by a succession of fellow students of both sexes. On the day of my graduation, Mom and Dad sat proudly with the other parents, as I walked up the steps to be presented with my honours degree in sociology. That evening I joined them in their hotel room, sharing bed and bodies, and the next morning they returned home. It took me a couple more days to finalise things at the university, and then I piled everything into Cherry Bomb and headed home with definite plans in mind. For the last two months I had restricted my sexual activity to girls only, because I had stopped taking the contraceptive pill. Now as I drove, I pictured my ovum making its journey to my womb, to be joyfully greeted by my Daddy's potent seed. Maybe in a few years, the son I hoped he would give me -- if he hadn't already done so in the hotel room after my graduation - would follow my/his Daddy's tradition by fucking, and maybe even impregnating his horny Mommy.