Harry Stone - His youngest daughter

Afterwards he would repair to her bedroom every chance he got and seek out his young daughter's hot little pussy. Before long he would have it dripping with juice from his careful touch. He cautioned her never to tell her mother or anyone at all – if she did, he would be in big trouble and wouldn't be able to continue the practice. Kelly enjoyed their secret so much that she wasn't about to do anything to bring it to a halt. Finally, several weeks after his first visit to her bedroom, he gently and lovingly slipped his throbbing penis through the thin skin of her maidenhead and brought an end to her virginity.

Kelly lay in the tent remembering how great it had been to finally have his cock inside her after weeks of being warmed up for it by his fingers. There was only one problem. He was very possessive with her and exercised harsh control over her dating. Her mother simply looked upon his exaggerated concern for his daughter's social life as a normal thing – after all, Kelly was uncommonly pretty. It seemed only natural to Karol that her husband watch over her a bit more carefully than if she had been an ugly duckling.

But Kelly knew that the real reason was simply sexual jealousy. Her father hated to think of what he called "one of those pimply-faced young hippies" laying a hand on the soft flesh of his daughter's body – flesh with which he was quite familiar.

Kelly gradually drifted off to sleep. Having a dad like hers did put a little strain on her dating activities, but the way he made up for it was very delightful. As for Mother, she had never discovered the arrangement. But then her relationship with her mother was an entirely different story. Entirely. Now she was breathing deeply, as far into dreamland as her little sister.

The next morning was swim time and bath time. Karol, summoning her most detached and enlighted tone of voice, explained to the girls that the whole family was going to bathe nude together in the creek. To Karol's surprise, neither of them seemed very shocked at the idea. Karol had thought they would be. Kelly's position was that she felt so grimy from going without a shower that she'd do almost anything to be able to get herself clean. Karol had no way of knowing that her daughter wouldn't be seeing anything new when Curt dropped his pants.

And Lilly seemed so unaware of the fact that she was a girl, at this point of her young life, that she wasn't overly concerned about it much either.

They took soap and towels to the secluded hole Curt had found and started to strip off. But just before Karol wiggled out of her pants – she was going to be first to shuck her clothes – their attention was taken by a commotion in the low grass on the other side of the creek. Lilly, always the curious one and usually the most energetic, dashed a few yards closer and then came sprinting back.

"Hey," she blurted in an excited stage-whisper, "it's a naked lady and a man with his pants down. And you should see what they're doing!"

"My God!" exclaimed Karol. "Curt, will you please go take a look at what this child saw over there? I'm taking the girls back to the camper. We certainly can't take a bath with stuff like this going on right here under our noses in broad daylight. The nerve of some people!"

She urged the rather reluctant girls along the path ahead of her while Curt went to check on the scene.

"What did you see?" Kelly asked innocently. She knew very well what her little sister must have been witness to, but she couldn't resist the temptation to have a little fun with her mother.

Karol gave her a sharp look. "Never mind what she saw," she exclaimed. "Certainly nothing fit for a little girl to see."

But Lilly had already started to answer, "Well, this man was fooling around with…"

"Just keep it to yourself," snapped Karol. "It was bad enough you had to see a thing like that, much less give us a blow by blow description of it."

Kelly tittered at her choice of words. Lilly looked up to see her sister and her mother exchange a strange glance between themselves. She felt left out.

"Mommy, what's Kelly laughing about?" she whined.

"Nothing," answered Karol. "She's just a silly girl, that's all – a silly, naughty girl."

Yet Lilly's sharp eyes detected that her mother, also, was doing all she could to hold back laughter. She shrugged her shoulders at the stupid ways of grown-ups and walked on up the path. But she was thinking.

With the womenfolk out of the way, Curt had walked quietly to the spot where Lilly had been standing when she reported her sighting. He peered across the creek and saw a young couple going at it. They obviously had no idea they were being watched. The girl, a cute little redhead in her early twenties, was strip-ass naked on the grass, letting the guy suck her tits. He had his pants down and the girl was displaying absolutely no hesitance whatsoever about touching his hard prick. In fact, she was doing much more than just touch it, Curt noticed, his own cock swelling in his pants. She was slowly slipping the foreskin up and down over his shiny glans in an extremely erotic manner.

Damn, she's a looker, Curt thought to himself, wish to hell I could swap places with him.

Curt knew Karol was expecting him back momentarily but it was all he could do to tear himself away. He headed back to join his family. As he looked over his shoulder for one last glance, the girl had her hair spread all over the guy's lap and was going down on him.

"Damn," he muttered aloud, wishing he could stay and watch.

When he caught up with the others they were almost back to the main road.

"Well, what now?" asked Kelly. "Do we all just stay dirty? I simply can't stand to be like this."

Lilly didn't seem to mind doing without a bath at all. She picked up a rock and sailed it at an oak tree.

Karol was disappointed at being forced to do without their planned bath, but she wasn't so concerned about the bath as about the couple who had caused them to miss out on it. "The very idea," she kept mumbling under her breath.

"Well," Curt said slowly, "it wasn't all that bad, honey. I mean, it isn't as though they were on the sidewalk in front of the library. They thought they were completely hidden away."

"Are you defending them?" said Karol quickly. "I don't care where they are, I don't want my twelve-year-old to be confronted with such things. It's enough to…"

"What about your eighteen-year-old!" posed Lilly. "Is she exempt or something? Is Kelly supposed to get to see it just because she's six years older than me?"

"Certainly not," Karol shot back. "I didn't mean that at all… neither one of you should be exposed to such things. I don't know what's got into this family. Curt's taking up for the pair, Lilly's wanting to make sure she doesn't miss out on it, and Kelly…"

She never finished her sentence, much to Kelly's disappointment. She wondered what her mother would assign as her sin.

"You folks having trouble?" came a voice from the main road.

Karol looked and recognized Jim, the man who had paid her the visit while the others were fishing. He had evidently heard their bickering. She hoped he hadn't heard much. She yelled up and said no, that they had just started to take a bath and had to change their plans.

"Yeah," piped up Lilly, "because I saw…"

Karol slammed her hand over the kid's mouth and finished her sentence for her: "… because she saw the water was too shallow in the creek," she called out.

Jim came down the hill to where they were standing and she made the introductions. He and Curt shook hands. "If that's your problem," Jim said, "then it's solved. The wife and I have a shower in our camper and you're more than welcome to use it."

Kelly's eyes danced. "Mom," she squealed, "a shower. A real shower! Can we… huh, can we go use it?"