.B. Spellings (if correct) are in UK English. All the characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author neither condones or endorses any of the activities detailed in this story, which could well be illegal in certain jurisdictions. I'm adding (for legal reasons) that apparently if you're under-age you mustn't read this, so if that's the case go away and grow up.

I have no excuses, it was a purely selfish action on my part, but the end really justified the means, and providing you don't tell anyone, I'll stay out of jail, and you too can reconnect with your own adolescent daughter.

My name is Greg, at least that's my online persona, and all you need to know. Life seems to just happen as you struggle to pay the mortgage and put meals on the table, though of course marriage and kids figure in that too somewhere along the line. That's how things went for me, so busy on the treadmill everything passed by in a blur while I tried to stay ahead of the race. Life wasn't exactly shitty, but it could have been a hell of a lot better, because I never seemed to spend enough time with my wife and daughter.

I'd been on the road too long, covering such a large a district meant too many days on the road, and too many nights in hotel rooms alone. Living out of a suitcase with only a laptop or the TV for company could lead a guy into bad habits, though I never cheated on my wife during all that time despite the frequent opportunities. I suppose Mary knew that, or she had an uncommon amount of faith in my fidelity, making sure the homecomings made up for time spent away on the road.

I probably got addicted to chat-rooms and forums, skimming from one to another, slowly sinking down deeper into those which were darn right illegal, but I wasn't doing anyone any harm, we were merely chewing the fat, sharing our fantasies. Of course I never in my wildest dreams expected anything to come of those discussions, and nothing would have done if circumstances hadn't drastically changed.

We'd married young, then Philipa came along accidentally, before we really meant to start our family which is part of the reason I'd had to take the sales job, simply because it was the best paying option available at that time. I needed that sales job to settle the medical bills as the birth hadn't been straight forward, and although mother and baby were okay, sadly the doctors told us Mary wouldn't be able to have any further children.

Of course we both doted on Philipa, later in school Pipa, and more recently Pip because as she approached her teens that sounded much more grown-up. I regretted the fact I had missed out on way too many of those important events of her childhood, thankful that my wife's part-time job which she did from home meant she was always there for our precious daughter. When the opportunity for a managerial position arose heading-up the sales force which covered several States, I was a shoe-in for that placement from being their senior 'road warrior' besides having shown several novices the ropes while serving my time.

The outcome had major implications for our little family, firstly my days of travelling would be drastically reduced to possibly less than one overnight trip per month, secondly I'd be based at the local headquarters building, hardly a twenty minute daily commute, and third was the massive leap in salary which would also be boosted from the legwork of the entire sales team under my aegis.

Don't get me wrong, we hadn't exactly been paupers, in more recent years we could've got by well enough without Mary working at all, though in truth it helped keep her sane through having her own occupation, plus it paid for a few little luxuries. That first year we celebrated by having a proper family holiday together, it was afterwards from something Mary had said that the idea first emerged. She said it was unfortunate that I hadn't got to spend more Daddy-Daughter time bonding with Pip as she'd been growing-up, and maybe I should rectify that situation before she flew the nest forever.

At the time she'd just turned eleven, thinking herself quite the young lady, and I'd mulled over what Mary had said, would Pip even want to hang out with her dad any longer when she became a teenager, perhaps I ought to do something soon to ameliorate the state of our relationship before the opportunity passed me by. Little did I realise at that time, less than eighteen months later unforeseen possibilities would dramatically change our lives.

Aside from my office at work, I now used one of the spare bedrooms as my home based office which was seen as my sacrosanct space at home, where I could keep my paperwork and maybe chill-out and relax after a busy day of phone calls and meetings. From the time Mary and I got married we'd thought of having a large family, a house full of kids, but that wasn't to be, which is why it was so important to become closer to my daughter.

I still frequented several interesting forums which I won't name, and through a careless slip when one of the members was in-his-cups after one too many drinks I learned of the ideal place for a holiday I could share with Pip which would fulfill the wishes of my wife.

Through this unnamed person who let slip the details, I had in effect a sponsor, somebody to vouch for me, someone that enabled me to apply for membership to the exclusive camp that catered for father-daughter bonding holidays. Of course most father's wouldn't be in a situation where they could just sneak-off on one of these holidays, they had to have some justification, hence it also had a second web address that wasn't quite so obscure as that frequented by the actual fathers themselves who were bona-fide members.

This second address was meant for wives, ex-wives, or partners, fluff and advertising that also loudly hailed there were no further membership slots currently available; this was a smoke screen mainly to prevent the dissemination of their 'publicly' available details. Knowing their secondary web address details I used the 'family computer' in the lounge to visit their site, then perused all the pages showing their marvellous facilities.

I knew that Mary often checked the browser history, it had an adult lock so that it couldn't be deleted by anyone without administrator rights. This was something she'd added after she once saw Pip looking at websites a little too adult, although of course our daughter by now also had various devices of her own for connecting with the internet. As I'd expected Mary soon collared me about my researches, saying it had been a brilliant idea, and wasn't it a shame they weren't accepting any new members, as her own searches on the subject hadn't located any holiday venues with even half their wonderful facilities.

The website boasted numerous swimming pools, a lake with sailing boats, another for all manner of water sports including water-skiing, zip-lines, adventure playgrounds, climbing walls, every type of sports-court and acres of manicured grass and gardens. The park was a veritable dream ticket which would placate even the fussiest of teen or pre-teen guests having countless cross-generational activities to keep them happy from dawn to dusk and beyond. The expertly written prose extolled their virtues, stating there were so many fun activities available that most members arranged several return visits. Then in brackets as if an addendum to the original brochure it apologised about no further new memberships at present being available, suggesting perhaps when daughters left for collage some retiring longer term patrons would create the vacancies for fresh members to gain acceptance.

Mary had sighed about the missed opportunity, saying the Daddy-Daughter date nights with fine dinning and dancing to a real live band would've been so wonderful. I was quite taken in myself from reading the blurb, 'a chance to make and share memories that would last a lifetime' seemed to hit just the right spot.

I waited for Mary to wind down, then casually slipped into the conversation that a grateful customer was about to see his own daughter off to collage, and tipped me the wink about this possibility, that I could easily gain a confirmed membership with the recommendation of a former long standing patron. The annual fee and rates for various lengths of stay had some hefty prices, though that was to be expected from all the facilities on offer.

Mary didn't bat an eyelid, we could nowadays easily afford this for our only child, besides she pointed out it wasn't as if an opportunity like this fell into your lap every day, and that I'd get to spend quality time with Pip during such an impressionable time in her life when having the active presence of her father would be so significant to her development as a young woman. Even if I'd been lukewarm regarding this scheme - but of course I wasn't, Mary insisted that first thing in the morning I talk to the nice gentleman who'd been kind enough to let me know about Haven Holidays.

Mary of course hadn't seen the much more secretive underground site that was behind the flashy front she'd been viewing, yes all those facilities really existed, it's merely that they left out a few pertinent details, like their slogan – A chance to really KNOW your daughter. This site I'd only viewed on my own laptop using a secured browser, etc, etc.

I phoned home during the day to tell Mary I'd managed to secure a membership, stating I could now book breaks anything from four days to a fortnight at any time throughout the year subject to those dates being available. Of course I was already signed-up otherwise I'd not have had access to the 'fake' site telling a guy's partner what she wanted to hear.

I was mobbed on arrival, mum and daughter had been sitting in front of the computer screen sharing all of the details. I hadn't even got my shoes off when Pip launched herself into my arms, grabbing her Jean clad butt seemed automatic as her legs circled my body.

“Well someone seems keen; I thought you might not like it, having to drag your old dad around from one boring activity to the next. Sure you don't want to go see a Pro football game or maybe a fishing trip instead?”

“Daddy it's brilliant, we never get to spend time together, even with your new job it's been fairly hectic. Maybe we can play dressing-up and do makeovers while on holiday.”

I knew she was just messing with me because I'd mentioned football and fishing, I wasn't that interested in either as Pip well knew, but she had a sense of fun, which I had missed out on during the past – not any longer, this was the start of a new beginning.

“Okay assuming you're just a little bit interested, when do you want to go, remembering that it's pretty exclusive, therefore long standing members probably get first dibs over the more popular vacation dates.”

Being high enough up the chain at work I could set my own holiday agenda, and of course with the promotion came the extra holiday entitlements. It seemed that Pip and Mary had already chewed this over having considered that issue, because they presented their idea. Pip went to the best school in the district, and I'm proud to say a damn good student with remarkable grades. Being as their campus covered Grades from kindergarten all the way through to highschool classes, she wouldn't have the trauma of changing school locations when that time came, and she was well in advance across her range of scholastic subjects.

This was all relevant on two counts, one because their summer holiday break started a bit earlier than most schools, and secondly because as a star pupil it shouldn't be too difficult to skip the last week of term. I forgot to mention the third thing, Mary had already talked with Pip's head of year asking if our daughter could be excused the last week of term to attend an AP educational activities camp – a small white lie – then again maybe not.

After dinner that evening I excused myself stating I'd better do some work in my study in order to clear the decks if this rapidly approaching time frame could be accommodated. Logging on with my password and membership number I filled in the booking details in the vain hope those dates might be free, well not free-free obviously. I kinda hoped that I'd receive a confirmation email the following day as I continued to look at those pages of fine print covering minor details which hadn't seemed so important when the scheme had been merely a pipe-dream.

The rules were simply written in plain English, easily understandable, as were the reasons behind them to ensure the safety of all concerned.

Absolutely no phones, cameras, I-pads, or electronic devices of any description, it was a holiday and these were a distraction – and a big security risk. Essential or emergency calls could be directed to their customer switchboard number for the duration of your stay, so you could be informed if granny had died, or your business empire had gone bust. A staff member would then forward that news.

Similarly you could visit the central office if you absolutely had to check your emails, but that would involve viewing them on one of their own dedicated secure terminals.

Nobody other than the members actually needed to know the address or location of their camp facility, they could use the phone or email addresses provided for that sole purpose.

The following rules and guidelines held a good deal of common sense considering that the Haven Holidays operation wasn't exactly a plain vanilla holiday company available to guys without knowledge of where to look.

The ping of incoming mail was unexpected, it wasn't a late night sales report filled out in some bland generic hotel room as I'd done himself over the years, this was on one of my anonymous email accounts, in fact the one I used in communicating with Haven Holidays!

“Dear Sir, we are able to confirm the dates you requested are available, and are now billed to your account. Should you have any reason to cancel or alter the booking you may face a penalty charge being part or all of that sum, because at such short notice it is unlikely we would be able to rebook the suite to another of our members.”

I knew the travel and hospitality industry was rife with unfair terms and conditions, though in this case being hardly more than a week in advance, I could imagine they'd be unable to re-let the same suite to anybody else at such short notice. Effectively I'd been surprised that my booking had gone through, supposing they might have come back saying only one week was available rather than the fortnight I'd requested. In all probability it was maybe the best two weeks to choose, possibly somewhat less busy, whereas the entire period of the regular school summer break would doubtlessly be booked solid throughout.

I had to admit to a feeling of anxious anticipation, probably far more so than Pip, being as she only knew a fraction of the agenda that lay ahead.

Mary was quite frisky that evening when I got to bed, I imagined this was due to the plan of a shopping trip with our daughter. I'd learned over the years that retail therapy had an aphrodisiac effect on most women. Of course I pretended I hadn't even spoken to them as yet, let alone already having received any confirmation, deciding it best to call Mary before lunch the next day to pass on the good news or the tension would be unbearable all week.

I remembered to make the call, and later I got an excited call from Pip in contravention of school rules about using their phones during the day, even between classes. At the empty threat of a spanking for her behaviour, she blew a raspberry at me - very unladylike.

Some kids show no respect to their parents.

Okay in my line a business a suit is the normal attire, it simply goes with the territory, but I hate the dressing-up thing for those big company events, you know the ones dressed-up in a Tux and bow-tie, the whole nine yards. The wives, girlfriends, or significant others in these politically correct times on the other hand love the whole damn thing – 'whatever' as Pip would likely say. So I was stuck, they had these date-night evenings so I didn't have a say in the matter, the two females in my life had been melting the store cards shopping.

I hadn't seen Pip's new wardrobe, and I didn't want to see the totals on those receipts either or I'd need a stiff drink from the sound of things. 'Whatever' Mary and Pip having spent quality time together – my turn was approaching.

The 'no electronics' had gone down like a lead balloon, but having explained it to Mary beforehand she backed me up, saying there might be diplomats or even famous people there so it was an important security issue. She'd leave a message with the switchboard about anything that was really urgent, meanwhile Pip and I left messages on our phones and various media platforms stating we would be outside normal coverage zones during our Daddy-Daughter holiday bonding fortnight.

During the short flight I began thinking of legislation about taking somebody over State lines for immoral purposes, that was besides the underage thing with Philipa being merely twelve years old, maybe we should include the aspect of incest since we didn't come from Arkansas or somewhere else where it was purported to be common practice. Of course I myself don't believe all these slanderous reputations which adhere to some regions.

Seeing as our only electronics were our phones, they'd been set to flight mode before even boarding the aircraft, and there seemed little point in fully waking them, because they'd be sitting inside a locker on a charging cord for the next two weeks.

The chauffeur stood beyond the exit, holding a discreet card printed with my surname as way of introduction, I half expected to swap code phrases, but we were quickly loaded up and on our way towards the secret Haven Holidays retreat. I was casually dressed and Pip looked every bit the radiant pre-teen she was, in a light summer frock that highlighted her slender but growing curves. I couldn't help notice she was increasingly admired by both boys and men, those damnable perverts looking furtively at my daughter.

Actually she looked rather grown-up in her own pre-teen way having her gorgeous auburn locks in a sophisticated French plait running down her back, it left me feeling every bit the proud father, not that this wasn't always the case. I began wondering how sophisticated my little girl would be once we reached the reception area where she would discover the extent of the freedoms espoused by the Haven Holidays ethos.

The chauffeur informed us as we were approaching the resort, which was in a beautiful setting of forest glades, open grassland, and sparkling lakes. These were inside a ring of denser woodland and high walls, so weren't visible until we'd travelled past the substantial gatehouse that protected the privacy of their guests, then through a dogleg of trees where we stopped at the reception building. Staff would take care of our luggage, first of all we needed to check-in.

As there were already two Daddy-Daughter couples going through the procedure we spent a little while looking at a mural painted on the wall, an artistic impression of the camp with notations of each facility, tennis courts, heated pools, mini golf course, individual cabins, and the various buildings. Main dinning room, Italian bistro, coffee shop, the all day buffet, Gym, Spa and treatment rooms, the list seemed endless.

“Excuse me Miss, Sir, are you ####### for suite twenty-eight”

I could tell Pip was pleased to be placed before me by the receptionist who had come over to interrupt our musings. I confirmed we were the said party.

“Oh splendid, you must be Philipa, though I hear you prefer Pip, you look so elegant with your hair styled that way, please come over to the desk and I'll get you booked in.”

“You've certainly chosen the best time, we're about sixty percent occupancy this week, a little busier next week, then super busy for the remainder of the high season.”

I was deeply impressed, all these comments were aimed towards Pip, leaving her in little doubt that she was the more important person of our party, I tended to agree too.

“Our guests don't have to worry about where to carry key-cards, just a simple elasticated wristband that you can wear and forget which opens your suite. I'll just program these two, a slim one for you in white, and a chunkier one for your dad in blue. You can wear them to swim, or in the shower or sauna, pretty much unbreakable if you become involved with any of the team games that are so popular. Although you're here with your dad, there are plenty of girls around a similar age who are a friendly bunch, loads of them are regular visitors who will help you discover all the park's amazing facilities.”

As if on queue a young girlish voice rang across the room with a query for the receptionist

asking if any staff were available to give sailing lessons on the lake that afternoon.

“Yes Connie, several spaces at one-thirty, then again for three-thirty, do you want me to register your name for either time slot?”

In any other circumstances that might've seemed a fairly normal conversation, and one for which I was prepared, however my daughter stood there dumbstruck at the sight of a girl who was probably the same age - although naked except for her flip-flops and wristband.

“Thanks Sandy, can you put me and my friend Zoe down for sailing at one-thirty please.”

With her business concluded she gave us all a friendly wave before disappearing down the side corridor from which she must have arrived. Meanwhile Sandy used her keyboard to update her system with Connie's booking.

Pip at last found her voice, ”Daddy that girl had no clothes on!!”

“Yes honey I noticed, but it's her choice what she wears, it's pleasantly warm outside, so she's probably topping up her suntan.”

Pip seemed momentarily at a loss for words, then in a tiny voice asked if this was a nudist camp and if so why hadn't I warned her.

Before I could muster a suitable reply Sandy stepped in.

“This isn't a nudist camp Pip, it's a resort specifically aimed at those fathers and daughters who've unfortunately drifted apart. It isn't always easy for busy dads to participate in the activities of their young daughters, especially during the time they're building-up a career to benefit their whole family. Mums often spend far more time with all their children, plus boys normally get do 'guy type' stuff with their dad's, so this resort allows older girls like yourself to reconnect by spending quality time together while also meeting other similar Daddy-Daughter couples who are also here to bond and have fun experiences.”

“As for young Connie, she was just taking advantage of our easygoing attitudes regarding personal freedom, we do have a few rules, like respectable dress in the various places for dinning, but otherwise most areas are clothing optional. It's your choice as to how you feel comfortable, and you'd be surprised how quickly most people take up a nudist philosophy.”

“Hey, I'm not a counsellor, I'm a receptionist, you talk it through with your dad, besides it's really about you two growing closer, bonding, making happy memories together.”

I was very impressed, this was all for Pip's benefit, a sort of naked is no big thing speech, which I could see Pip was mulling over in her mind.

With a whole morning spent travelling it was time for lunch, so I suggested we eat before finding our suite, Pip agreed. I didn't know where she put all that food normally, not one of those picky eaters who counted every calorie, with her slender build she must've burnt it all off during her dance classes, or in the numerous sports she played.

I'd had a few heads-up tips for new members, suggestions for how to ease my daughter into the 'lifestyle' for which the resort was created. I didn't know whether Connie's arrival was a set-up, though it gave Sandy an excuse for a timely introduction which generalised their ethos regarding the acceptable behaviour of other guests we would soon encounter.

Of the several themed dinning rooms available situated among the central resort complex I had selected this one, mainly because the notes I'd read recommended it for the views that would surely spark an interesting discussion between us, as resort newcomers.

This wasn't like any fast food outlet, more akin to a relaxed country-club, our table by the window having great views across a manicured lawn in dappled shade to a distant pool area, plus some tennis courts a little nearer. My attention flickered between the carefully thought out menu and Pip who constantly scanned what was happening outside, leaving me the impression I'd need to order on her behalf, otherwise she'd go hungry!

I was hardly immune to the vistas outside, because maybe a quarter of those adolescent girls in or around the pool were naked, the rest maybe sporting merely their bikini panties, very few were wearing a complete bathing suit. I wondered which of the views held Pip's interest, those girls I'd been watching, or maybe the various fathers who were gaining an all-over tan as the lounged beside the pool.

She was unnaturally quite as we ate our lunch, I suspected she was thinking about how to phrase the questions she was dying to ask me. To avoid a deathly silence I made general comments about the facilities, saying I could just about make out a few of the individual cabins that were an alternative form of guest accommodation that were scattered about the grounds. As we left the restaurant I noticed all the staff deferred to Pip, I was merely her gentleman escort.

With the clear signage it was simple finding our suite, our luggage already set out for us to unpack as required. I set about hanging my Tux in it's suit bag, loading up drawers, and placing my wash-kit in the luxurious en-suite bathroom, while Pip looked over the spacious room as if expecting to find a separate bedroom which had somehow escaped her notice.

“Daddy where am I sleeping?”

“Here of course, unless you want to sleep out on the balcony, I promise not to snore or break wind, though you have to make the same promise too.”

That last comment caused a huff of indignation, “Really, share the same bed?”

“Sure. You don't want to be in a room all alone down the hall do you?”

“Well no, but it will seem a bit strange sharing a bed Daddy.”

“Don't you share with your friends on sleepovers?”

“Well that's different, they're girls but you're a boy... a man.”

“I was last time I checked; both your mum and I thought this was a wonderful idea, while loads of other caring parents must agree because they've built an entire resort especially for girls and their fathers to spend quality time together without all the usual distractions.”

We had both placed our smart-phones in a little lockable cubby-hole that came complete with charging cords so they'd work when we checked-out. Pip being far more reluctant than myself to be parted from her technology, but then I wanted no possible interruptions.

Facing such logical arguments Pip got with the program and started unloading her case, as I noted numerous items I'd not seen previously, not that I was overly familiar with all the underclothing my daughter usually wore, but they looked new to me. I spied a couple of new bagged evening-wear dresses, plus some bikinis which were new since last summer.

In truth my little girl was growing-up, and growing out, having tiny dome shaped breasts that to my eyes were perfect regardless of their diminutive size. She was hardly the most developed among her friends or classmates, but neither was she lagging behind either, as from what Mary said girls of that age could be cruel to one another regarding that topic.

I'd been doing my best to catch-up with the happenings in my daughter's life during the last couple of years, even though that hadn't been easy until my recent change of fortune. Since hatching this plot I'd worked even harder in the background, wanting to be ahead of the game in readiness for our fortnight together. I had also taken on-board all those useful tips in the FAQ provided by Haven Holidays for first timers like myself, therefore I looked in the bathroom drawer for some of the supplied waterproof marker pens.

I was shooed-out by Pip as she wanted to pee and get changed, though I hoped this form of modesty would soon vanish from our relationship, but slowly slowly catchy monkey. When she emerged I noted the fetching bikini top that emphasized her modest attributes, plus some new shorts that did wonders for her shapely rear, the VPL indicating they also hid the matching bikini panties beneath. There was a more simplified redacted version of the resort FAQ placed on bedside tables to either side of the amply sized bed, thus having made the pretence of reading said sheet I mentioned about the ice-breaker name tagging.

It suggested that newcomers especially write their first name over each bicep with the pens I'd retrieved beforehand in order to provide informal introductions between guests.

When I'd written Pip on her arms she returned the favour, I reminded her all the men here were at some time called Dad or Daddy, so she should write my first name instead earning me a dirty look, with an expression that said stop being a Dofus Daddy.

On our way along the corridor we were greeted by another Daddy-Daughter pair heading the other way obviously returning from the pool, the guy wearing trunks which provided way too much detail, while the girl probably in her early teens wore the smallest of bikini panties which must have entailed a thoroughly professional wax-job beforehand.

I returned a friendly greeting, noting the pleasant heft of Jennifer's perky young breasts as we passed, but from the way Pip took hold of my hand in a possessive manner made me realise my daughter was actually jealous that I'd looked at this older girl. Although I made no other comment, this action had proved interesting, because the FAQ mentioned that an 'ownership instinct' often kicked-in when a daughter was faced with rivals which might otherwise preclude themselves from being at the centre of their father's attention.

Being in sales I knew a little about Psychology 101, though this particular aspect was an eye opener for me, solid proof that some expert had thought out all those quirks which made this place so successful. Undoubtedly it was a thriving concern, seeing the massive investment it represented, while secondly from a marketing viewpoint this secret venue was virtually invisible - unless you were very well connected into an underground network.

We didn't have a destination as such, Pip being curious about the resort had picked-up a little site map, wanting to follow a sinuous pathway which would pass many of the more popular attractions available to the guests. This was fine with me, providing fleshed-out details that always seemed lacking from a mere paper diagram, and there was also plenty of exposed feminine flesh to admire on our journey around the grounds.

I sensed Pip was somewhat annoyed about the bolder girls exposing their assets, initially at a loss for what to do she thought of engaging me in conversation, or asking questions as a good method of diverting my attention away from such distractions. The idea of this trip wasn't to upset my little girl, therefore I played along and asked which of the activities she wanted to try first during our holiday. I noted many of the amusements would ensure a level of closeness or competition between father and daughter pairings, alternatively it would set them both as rivals against other such pairings.

A lot of the Daddy-Daughter horseplay got fairly physical, intimate to the point a lifeguard at any regular pool would blow their whistle to remind the couple petting wasn't allowed. While a singular pool was reserved for lane swimming, the remaining pools were dedicated to more playful pastimes like 'Marko Polo' or that game where a girl sitting upon a chap's shoulders trys to unseat other similar riders. Regardless of whether or not that game has a name, it caused a good deal of hilarity among contestants and spectators alike.

Sections of the pathway between the various sports venues or other attractions passed through shady glades artfully enhanced with plantings of flowers, a few places with much denser woodland areas had narrow tracks leading into those thickets. In one such place I was almost certain I could hear the sound of a couple making love, though I did my best to divert the attention of my innocent daughter by asking what was next on her map.

Though I say innocent daughter, I realised girls of twelve these days were a far cry from those twelve year olds from my own youth, having said that a few young teenage girls twenty years back had been right party animals as I recall. Viewed from another aspect my young daughter could no longer technically be classified as a child, Mary had informed me when Pip experienced her first period around seven months ago a few months shy of her twelfth birthday. In other circumstances this wouldn't be relevant, but in this particular case it was helpful to know our vacation slipped neatly between natures interruptions.

While the average father might not be aware of their daughters cycle, I'd actually checked in her own personal en-suite bathroom at home, counting the tablets in the little foil pack. Stemming from my wife's gynaecological issues, she'd ensured Pip had scheduled visits as she entered adolescence, therefore I knew about the pills to help alleviate cramps, and to keep her cycle predictable. Thinking on it further, I realised the other fathers present must have taken the calender into consideration as well, though most would've simply checked with the girls themselves, as they were repeat visitors rather than a newbie like myself.

I couldn't let myself get sidetracked, rather than holding Pip's hand my arm slipped around her shoulders as we continued, the added closeness perhaps easing her earlier concerns about the presence of naked or semi-naked eye candy at every turn. On the route to the sailing and water-skiing lakes we passed under a walkway that threaded through the tree canopy, together with a zip-line that followed the sloping ground down towards two lakes that glittered in the sunlight. Looking at the coloured sails of the boats tacking across the water, I joked it was our fishing spot for the week, then backed-off from her mock attack.

The long circuitous route seemed a combination of smart country club meets an upmarket theme park as we returned via a crazy golf set-up, before passing some decent golf links where several Daddy-Daughter couples were competing against one another. Our leisurely stroll around the grounds was perhaps the most uninterrupted quality time I'd spent alone with Pip that I could remember. During our two weeks together I intended to increase that closeness, and this setting was designed specifically for that purpose, though I would take care to avoid unduly hastening my agenda; little steps towards my eventual goal.

Approaching the central complex from a another direction we saw several additional pools that were situated around or between the various buildings. Nobody could complain about the pool being overcrowded, simply move along to the next one, besides it provided the ideal excuse for skimpy swimwear or for that matter nudity.

We were both hot and thirsty from our extended trek, thankfully there were shaded tables adjacent to a nearby pool where a waitress quickly arrived to bring us refreshments, iced glasses of cordial dripping with condensation. Being fully inclusive I didn't need a bill-fold, or charge it to our room, as I joked with Pip asking where nudists kept their keys or cash.

At least she was loosening-up about all the exposed flesh on show, both male and female, and while Pip was furtively checking-out adult male appendages in real life, as opposed to anything she and her friends might have seen online, I proudly thought my own body was more toned than average, having no issues about getting naked myself.

From having read all the membership rules, I'd noticed a female cut-off age of eighteen, because after that an older guy showing-up with a developed girl would hardly raise any questions at the average hotel or resort. Although I'd looked it didn't mention a lower age limit for a guy's daughter, being as a couple of girls playing around the pool couldn't have been any older than eight or nine, running around naked as Jaybirds, laughing along with everybody else as they joined in the fun and games seemingly without a second thought.

Meanwhile I pondered how my daughter viewed the nudity issue, did she feel threatened by those girls who were more developed, conversely did those bold younger girls become a challenge, in that they were unashamed displaying their own undeveloped bodies among mixed company. The question raised it's head sooner than expected.

“Daddy? What do you think about all these people being naked?”

“Do I need an opinion? Okay I'm messing with you. I haven't really given it much thought, though I do know the practice of nudism, or naturists as they're sometimes called is quite popular in Europe, I've heard it's fairly widespread here too, but hardly gets any coverage in the news. Our bodies are what they are, and basicly it does seem a bit odd putting on some special clothing just to get it all wet then sit around being uncomfortable as it dries.”

“Some of those girls have really big boobs.”

It sounded as if my little one was fishing for compliments, hell I'd take that bait.

“Big maybe, but not as shapely as you, nor as pretty.”

“You're just saying that.”

“Strike me dumb if it isn't the truth, you have nothing to be ashamed about, anyway we are not here to put anyone down, we're here to have fun, maybe in a few days time some of those girls in the pool will be your new best buddies.”

Quietly we talked of those frolicking in the pool and using the short water slide, easily able to identify everyone rather than say that skinny blonde girl, or the guy sitting to the left of the other chap in the hat. The penned names reminded me of conference tags at business meetings, causing me to wonder if we would forget peoples names if we met them later in a dinning room when they were fully dressed.

“Daddy are you going to play in the pool?”

Pip was obviously looking for an excuse to join-in the splashing games and cool off, which would be a good starting point - making friends and becoming involved in resort activities.

“I think I will shortly, I need to visit the restroom first after two drinks, you go ahead, you can safely leave your shorts here, it's not like some public beach.”

“Very nice, how did you manage to sneak that sexy little bikini past your mum?”

I new Mary had helped Pip select all her new clothing for this vacation, basically I wanted

to boost her self-confidence, though the view of her butt as she bent to remove her shorts had been very enticing. My smiling daughter scampered over to the pool, and was swiftly made welcome by the other girls, where seemingly there was no discrimination based on whether or not you swam naked.

Pip hadn't made mention of the coloured wristbands, probably assuming the colours were random, white denoted a girl visiting for her first time, which was swapped for yellow on subsequent visits. My blue band wouldn't be swapped out unless I arrived having a recent doctors certificate proving I had no STI's, then getting a red band, as could any girls who had similar proof, in effect indicating both father and daughter were open to the possibility of swapping partners.

I wasn't sold on that idea, I had yet to become sexually intimate with Pip myself, and the thought of any daughter swapping parties weren't on my agenda. My precious angel was mine; well not entirely, not yet.

Having used the facilities I dropped the cargo shorts, my swimming shorts below weren't as blatant as the guy we'd passed in the hotel hallway, not overly snug, allowing room for discreet movement inside. Arriving at the poolside I received an equally warm welcome from the nearby guys, one of them pegging me as a newcomer, apparently a lighter shade of blue during your first visit. Everyone was drinking sodas or cordial simply because this resort didn't serve anything stronger, and considering the reason we were all here that seemed a reasonable standpoint. From another perspective nobody would be needing little blue pills either when the constant nubile cabaret provided plenty of visual stimulation.

As we were talking I fixated on linking their names with their faces, to avoid embarrassing myself later when we were all wearing our dinner jackets or whatever as I'd thought about a little earlier. The conversation flowed easily, casual, my fellow companions each pointing out their respective daughters. I was proved right about the younger girls being eight and nine, sisters and the daughters of Danny, having begged him to bring them after their older sister left home for collage, apparently there weren't any secrets in their household!

Jeff's thirteen year old daughter Hailey bounded over to our table, stark naked and totally shaved revelling in the fact she had the attention of our whole table, eyes glinting with a naughty twinkle as she asked him to apply some fresh sunscreen. Before slathering her back and shoulders with gloop he shot generous streaks across her cone shaped breasts, her tummy, and down each thigh reminiscent of some sleazy porn film money shot.

He rubbed in her back, shoulders, and bum while she managed the rest in front of a really appreciative audience. Shortly afterwards nine year old Kathy came over with her younger sister Beth for a coating of sunscreen. I discovered complimentary branded sunscreen was set out beside all the swimming pools, it wouldn't do to have sore burnt skin, that would certainly negate any private night-time activities afterwards.

From my peripheral vision I saw some of Pip's new playmates egging her on to leave the pool and head towards our table, an advantage of having quality wrap around sunglasses when you don't want people to realise where you're looking.

“Er, Daddy I don't think I applied enough sunscreen this morning before we set out for our walk. Could you help me please?”

“Sure Pip, come and stand here, and I'll do the bits you can't reach.”

Following the other guys lead I splattered her skin with streaks of white cream, before I began the pleasant task of rubbing in the protective lotion, lifting her long French plait to avoid it becoming smothered as I worked my way over her back and shoulders. I ensured that I applied the cream right down to the waistband of her bikini panties, then squirting out a large fresh handful, I pulled her close slathering her tummy, as she wiggled in my grasp, her tight abs rippling with her laughter as she struggled to get away from my oily tickling fingers.

On escaping to play with the other girls, she made threats of retribution for my actions. Bring it on I thought, the more physical contact the better, that was the direction of travel which I desperately wanted to pursue. Although the girls were whispering and giggling as they played, I was aware of a ruling that the experienced girls weren't supposed to explain everything they knew about the resort's purpose to any white-banded newcomer.

Not to let the cat out of the bag so to speak, maybe that should be pussy, 'whatever' as Pip was apt to say. Regardless of the resort protocols, I got the distinct impression that entire gaggle of adolescent girls encouraged one another in their precocious or flirtatious behaviour, because only a short time later there were calls for us fathers to join them in the pool, taunting us that we were too old, and that we needed the exercise.

It would seem churlish not to partake of the facilities on offer, besides us playing with the girls in one form or another was key to our respective agendas.

Us dad's entered the pool cannonball style one after another as a regular fusillade causing a series of watery explosions raising squeals of delight, with an ensuing water fight where everyone enjoyed the fun. Ah! Jousting, that's what they called those tournaments where girls rode their trusty stallions into battle against similarly mounted opponents, actually it seemed more of a free-for-all, as by now it became a cavalry melee entailing numerous Daddy-Daughter pairings.

Those spluttering girl's who were unseated quickly remounted to rejoin the fray. I wasn't sure if it was the physical exertions, or the public setting which helped, though having my daughter's thighs clamped around my neck would've caused a full woody otherwise, as it was I did have a semi-wood, a certain fullness within the shorts department.

As it was, a small scrap of cloth separated my neck from my daughter's unseen pre-teen pussy, whereas several guys had slick pussy lips firmly grinding against them, what's more those lucky guys would be enjoying those adolescent morsels throughout their vacation.

Pip's bathing costume had a bandeau top, a fancy name for a small artfully shaped piece of fabric across her nascent little tities, with narrow strings that fastened in a bow behind, making a neck strap superfluous as like most girls her age or size she required no support.

It turned out we were competing against seasoned veterans in this game, both Pip and I getting dunked from being overbalanced. Recovering quickly I saw Pip rise from the pool like Aphrodite wiping water from her face, then suddenly realising her top had come adrift, floating off in the turbulent maelstrom, quickly hiding her modest assets with a hand bra.

From the grinning countenance of a naked girl nearby I gained the distinct impression that Pip's top hadn't come loose by itself. Pip's face was a tumult of expressions as she tried to track the errant top amongst the scrimmage of fighters, looking to me I acknowledged the unspoken question in her eyes, the nervousness, the uncertainty, I smiled, shrugging my shoulders, it was her decision either way, thus I wouldn't censure, and I wouldn't tell.

For a few brief second it was as if we were alone in that pool, her eyes holding mine while she found the courage and confidence to lower her hands. I winked and grinned being in some way complicit with the boldness of her move, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!

We all had a thoroughly enjoyable time, from my perspective even the losers were winners in this particular game, having made accidental contact with numerous nubile nymphets or maybe they were mermaids from their aquatic prowess. I couldn't help thinking that some of the close encounters with these girls wasn't accidental on their part - checking out the new guy maybe? On the other hand I may have been flattering or deluding myself.

With the extended walking tour after our lunch we hadn't reached the pool till later in the afternoon, hence when we broke-up it was time to get washed and changed if we wanted to eat dinner then sample that evening's entertainment. Somebody had retrieved Pip's lost top, placing it beside the pool, I put my arm around her leaning down to whisper in her ear that she was very brave, that I was proud she could make such grown-up decisions all by herself.

Pip confided that she'd spoken to a couple of regular naked swimmers earlier on about how they got over their embarrassment. Deliberately I asked a dumb question as to how Pip found out they regularly swam or sunbathed naked.

“Daddy you Dofus, no tan-lines, not even a slight variation, so they don't even wear bikini bottoms when they sunbathe at home!”

“Really I didn't notice, I only have eyes for you.”

“Dofus.”

Well at least she could recognise bullshit when she heard it, nevertheless I was focusing my attention on Pip, watching for clues of her changing awareness, her emotional state, and her feelings towards me in particular. If I'd had any doubts earlier, they were receding as it became obvious we'd likely be far closer towards the end of our special vacation.

I grabbed my cargo shorts and top from our original table, while Pip refastened her top doing that thing I'd seen Mary do countless times latching her bra, or tying strings at the front then turning it around and arranging herself for comfort. Strangely enough observing this action caused my angel to blush, I wondered if Mary had taught her that or if she'd picked it up from those more developed girls at school when changing for sports lessons.

I had a few questions of my own, but I'd wait until we reached our own room, wanting to see her face as she answered, not the same as we walked side by side holding hands on the short stroll back, Pip unlatching the door using her wristband.

I lead her across to sit on the sofa, our kit was mostly dry anyway, and turned to face Pip.

“Honey I know you're growing-up, not a little girl any more, adolescence can be awkward for both girls and boys, and mum will have answered many of your questions, but you can always ask me anything if you want a guy's perspective. Whatever the question I won't be mad or angry, it's natural to be curious, even confused sometimes, and I'd rather you get reliable information than half-baked nonsense from poorly informed friends, or go online where there is so much misinformation. Do you have any questions for the moment?”

“Are my boobs really okay – not too small.”

I was tempted to laugh, but I smiled instead, her insecurity was inevitable having seen all those girls in the pool with larger breasts, although that was of course relative.

“They are just fine for you at your age. Back in the 'olden days' when the dinosaurs ruled the earth, and we took photos and printed them on paper, there are pictures of your mum when she was about your age twelve, thirteen, and you are just as pretty, and have the same fine curves that she did. You have nothing to be concerned about, your mum wears a B-cup nowadays, so it's unlikely you'll turn out like Dolly Parton, though there are loads of guys, like me for instance who prefer our lady's to be slender and elegant.”

In a joking news anchorman voice I continued, “Today at the pool we witnessed a very fine young lady modelling the latest design of bikini panties, causing all the men present to faint, while the remaining girls using the pool admired her graceful appearance.”

I was confident this had eased any concerns or insecurities she'd harboured regarding the pool incident which had rendered her topless, reasonably certain this wouldn't merely be a one-time public exposure for her nascent attributes; but now to change tack.

“Honey can I ask you a question now?”

At her nod I continued, “Did it bother you that a few of the men there were naked too?”

There was an extended pause, she was obviously framing her response.

“I hadn't seen an adult guy naked in real life before, we live in a nice neighbourhood so it's not like flashers jump out in the local park or anything, I've seen babies or toddlers round at my friends houses. Apparently some of the guys at school are keen to, well you know, I'll show you mine if you show me yours sort of thing, but we stay clear of that type of guy anyway. Their... penises were a bit odd, kinda different but similar, and, well I don't know really, it was just strange seeing them all naked,” she broke out into a big smile as she continued. “Its was kinda like a biology or health class practical lesson.”

Well good, at least it hadn't freaked her out, I'd also noted her hesitation choosing to use the 'health class' label for the male parts, when at her age she surely knew the commonly used terms like cock or dick. From her phrasing 'in real life' it was a give-away that she and her young friends had seen naked adults while using the internet.

“I'm glad to see you're mature enough not to be upset about seeing those body parts that until now have just been the topic of lessons or wild speculation among all your inquisitive friends, and that's only to be expected, besides you're almost a teenager now.”

Throwing in her maturity, and that she'd be thirteen in seven months time was key to the plan of making her feel that more grown-up activities were within her grasp, and that I wasn't averse to her assertion of those burgeoning desires to attain a grown-up status.

“I suppose you have a higher curiosity than some of your friends, those with large families and possibly living in smaller homes, maybe having to share bathrooms every day make casual or accidental nudity a more commonplace occurrence. It's hardly your fault should you feel a little bashful in discussing these things because previously you simply haven't had the opportunity to learn about these matters yourself. Seeing as the pair of us will be spending two whole weeks together, I'll try and help out wherever I can.”

“Do we toss a coin for who showers first, or will you promise to be quick if you get first dibs? Just remember I need to get fresh and put on spiffy clothes for my hot date tonight.”

As Pip scurried off into the bathroom, I set out smart chinos plus a nice shirt as it wasn't one of the marked 'dressy' evenings. Though I'd love to share the bathroom with Pip, this wasn't the time, besides we had progressed in a rather spectacular fashion already, over a relatively short period. I didn't have a set timetable as such, the pace would be dependant on Pip herself, with the first day being remarkable, and it wasn't over yet.

The main dinning room was arranged to have more seating than guests, sociable tables generally seating from four or six people, with twin tables for more intimate meals when you just wanted to dine alone with your daughter. Despite reading both notes and FAQ's I still felt like the new boy on the first day of term entering a smart lounge area leading into the dinning area where people were socialising prior to finding their tables.

The maitre-d rescued me, addressing Pip by name although we'd not met him beforehand, so that was impressive; checking on details of freshly arrived guests. He inquired if maybe we would like to share a social table with other guests we had met since our arrival earlier that day. I mentioned a few people, though protocol dictated only first names were ever used, for instance if there were two guys named John they were defined by linking them together with the names of their respective daughters.

He directed us over towards Jeff and thirteen year old Hailey, as they'd already expressed a desire for a social table that evening. Waiting staff were circulating delivering drinks with cards listing numerous 'mocktails' that were non-alcoholic cocktails popular with the girls. Hailey, and Zhenya who was an eleven year old of Slavic ancestry recommended their own favourites, while I was introduced to her father Stephan. They had spent the afternoon on the boating lake, so we hadn't met earlier, though it appeared the two 'couples' knew one another from having met at the resort previously.

Mostly the guys drank colas, plain sodas, or those mixers they'd normally pour in their gin, bourbon, or scotch, but sans the alcohol. When our table was ready we were directed into the main room. I'd learned nightly menu cards offered a selection of starters, main dishes, and of course desserts, with different options available every evening. No sooner had the girls chosen what to eat, than they rose as one to visit the powder-room, it seemed to be a female ritual which began from an early age.

For the men present it was about learning new rituals, like not discussing anything about our jobs or where we lived, retaining a certain air of anonymity, causing me to think how odd it might be to meet one of these guys in the 'outside' world. You would essentially be from an exclusive brotherhood, though without the secret handshakes or silly robes.

Without work, sports, politics, or religion, we mainly spoke of our common interests - our daughters, and those facilities of the resort which they would most enjoy, or the daily list of special events or activities that were under consideration during the next couple of days. The ice bucket challenge was just an excuse for a junior Miss wet T-shirt competition that was always popular, and many events were there to loosen their inhibitions, not that the regular girls needed much encouragement once their libido's were given free reign.

Although the evening wasn't marked down as one of those dressier nights for the full Tux and evening gown treatment, the girls were all nicely dressed in pretty frocks, some being slinkier or tighter than others. As our three girls wove their way back to the table, Hailey and Zhenya made a few stops along the way, apparently introducing Pip to several of their friends. It seemed aside from my brotherhood, the girls had their own sisterhood which I thought would be an important support network for any newcomer.

The convivial conversation flowed easily despite the lack of alcohol, I realised that Stephan and Jeff both had the good sense to allow the girls to lead with their own topics, whether it was their hobbies, or the latest music sensation, while we made peripheral comments or jokes about the expense of their particular indulgences. With Pip neatly slotting between the other two girls age-wise, I perhaps got a flavour of the teen/pre-teen mindset showing both an impatience and longing for that next great adventure. In another setting I may've let this adolescent chatter float by almost unobserved like white noise, though now I saw the vital importance of becoming more attuned to their concerns and opinions.

I saw Zhenya wore a yellow wristband, but from earlier at the pool Hailey appeared to be the youngest girl I'd seen wearing a red wristband, while from the absence of any VPL she wasn't wearing any panties, not even a thong below her figure forming dress. I imagined this girl could possibly be a man-eater, unsure if I should encourage a friendship between her and my daughter; would it be a good thing or not? I decided to let it ride, I wouldn't interfere with who Pip chose as friends or possible confidants.

From talking with her other two conspirators Pip was putting together our itinerary for the following day. Because this trip was primarily about her having a good time as we had the chance to grow closer, I was happy for her to set 'all' the agendas, even if she wasn't fully aware there were certain aspects yet to become apparent. Being newcomers we were told of various tricks, like when best to visit the smaller satellite eateries, or favourite breakfast combinations at those venues open in the morning, and who did the best pastries, shakes, or icecream-sundaes. I'm sure this was all vital information, and everything would be that much better than anything available at the Mall.

The meal together with the company was very pleasant, realising we were being taken under the wing of experienced resort visitors generously guiding us towards utilizing the best the place had to offer. I wouldn't necessarily have chosen the arcade as a post meal option, but we tried a few games leading on to a dance contraption for want of a better description. Two floor panels side by side with lit squares showing you where to place your feet once the “music” started, I didn't just lose, I hardly registered on the scoreboard, but it caused Pip to laugh so it was worth the humiliation, Jeff and Stephan were no better.

Their ballroom would've been at home in any high class venue, a stage for live musicians, and subtle romantic lighting, though a DJ was playing music and making the links between as couples shuffled around the dance-floor. Slow emotional mood music dominated the play-list, plus the odd livelier number for those who wanted to emulate TV dance stars.

I was no John Travolta, but I could avoid stepping on my partner's feet, and Pip seemed to enjoy being held closely in my arms as we swayed and moved to the music.

I noticed a few familiar faces around the dance-floor, Danny dancing with nine year old Kathy, then later her younger sister Beth taking a turn. I couldn't actually imagine being intimate with girls that young, though without doubt a majority of people might say the same about me and my nefarious intentions towards my own twelve year old daughter.

Nefarious is a word others might use, although I saw myself at the time neither villainous or wicked, anything that happened with Pip would be strictly consensual and loving.

In deference to the youthful cohort forming half their clientèle, dances or any other staged evening activity ended by ten or ten-thirty at the latest to ensure these younger guests got sufficient rest for their growing adolescent bodies. My thoughts were centred on how my little princess would adapt to sharing a bed, would she fidget and become restless, or would she find it comforting to be snuggled beside me throughout the night.

We didn't stay till the last dance, it having been a long day packed with travel, interesting new fun filled experiences, and meeting numerous Daddy-Daughter couples who also had similar aims of becoming closer. For the moment Pip's and my thoughts on that goal could perhaps be described as dissimilar, though the object was to work on convergence having Pip as the driving force if possible.

Obviously at home after nearly fourteen years of marriage Mary and I didn't give a second thought to sharing our bathroom, we were close having no secrets; well make that almost no secrets, whereas for Pip this was a strange experience sharing both a bathroom with me, and furthermore a bed. Pip rummaged in a drawer then disappeared to wash-up and change for bed, meanwhile I read the program of events for the following day, apparently the housekeeping staff delivered a new activities sheet each day, these things weren't set in stone as they could vary for any number of reasons including the weather.

Emerging from the bathroom, she'd let down her hair, the second change being a nighty, this was new, because normally she wore a baggy oversized T-shirt and panties to bed when at home. I made a complimentary remark before heading off to bush my teeth, run a razor across my face, generally freshen-up with just a dab of cologne to finish.

I noticed Pip had adopted the same side of the bed as Mary, was that incidental or had my little girl thought that I'd be more comfortable in assuming my normal sleeping position. During my years of travelling I was accustomed to wearing merely boxer shorts to bed in hotels, at home though I generally slept naked, though for now I wore boxers because I saw no reason to accelerate the agenda or cause unnecessary stresses along the way.

As I climbed into bed I joked with Pip, “Hey, isn't your room down the landing second door on the left?”

“Dofus.”

“If you keep calling me that are you intending to write that on my arms tomorrow?”

We joked around for a while, the marking was a good ice-breaker, and while the writing was unaffected by the chlorinated pool water it vanished in the shower with a little soap.

“Pip I know we've only been here less than a day, but are you enjoying yourself, not too shocked about their relaxed clothing options?”

Pip was quiet for a moment, that wasn't a bad thing, she sometimes liked to gather her thoughts before opening her mouth, it was something a few adults could learn from. Maybe it helped her open-up that the room was fairly dark, just faint night-lights.

“I was a bit shocked at first, that girl in reception, but since then, like at the pool everyone could just choose, bathing suits, or like being topless, or doing the whole nudist thing. When my top came off I thought I would die of embarrassment, but it wasn't like being in some nightmare where you're naked at school or in the Mall, it was friendly. No one there was staring or making fun of me, actually it was quite nice once I got over the surprise.”

“I'm glad you handled that accident in such a mature fashion, that it didn't unduly upset you or anything. Are getting along well with the other girls?”

The initial introduction was vital to making further progress, so I phrased my questions to get Pip talking, opening-up a good dialogue, proving that I was listening to her opinions.

“Yes it's great they're all so friendly, sometimes at school you get like groups, you know those cliques who hardly even talk to one another, but here even the youngest girls were encouraged to join in with the games around the pool, and Hailey mentioned there'd be loads of really crazy competitions happening every day of the week.”

After another brief pause she continued in a conspiratorial tone.

“I think that Hailey likes showing-off, tonight at dinner she wasn't wearing any panties, as she said she doesn't always wear them during the summer, it's called going commando, but you couldn't do that at school with pervy boys often trying to look up your skirt.”

I replied that occasionally her own mum went commando, finding it cooler and liberating to do something daring. We only talked for a little while longer, but it had been useful and revealing that my little girl had felt able to discuss those topics we hadn't spoken about previously. I had high hopes for our increasing closeness if today had been any indication.

Day 2

It felt wonderful to wakeup snuggled closely under a lightweight duvet, seemingly a world away from those rare times she'd been pressed to my side on the sofa in the family room watching TV, my body and libido pulling in one direction, my rational mind applying the brakes, reasoning that it would do incalculable harm to rush blindly forward. Before we got up we talked about the various events happening, I wanted to discover Pip's thoughts on how we should spend our time together. I noted her hesitation as she went to select one of the other bikinis from her recently acquired stash of clothing.

Was her mind in turmoil, I couldn't begin to imagine her internal arguments either for or against going topless a second time; would it rest on societal conditioning, peer opinion, even on her own comfort, or level of confidence. I thought to add my ten cents worth.

“Why not wear both parts, then you can decide how you feel about it later-on.”

“Thanks Daddy, that's a good idea.”

There we go supportive, but no pressure, “Don't forget to cover yourself all over with sun cream, the sun's rays will to some extent go through thin clothing, and you wouldn't want a sunburned butt would you?”

Pip poked her tongue out at me before closing the bathroom door, at least the 'disrespect' was joking, not angry words and slamming doors. I looked forwards to reapplying further coatings of sunscreen myself, today and throughout the vacation, then hopefully for some years after that too. When we left in search of breakfast she wore a loose top with Capri

pants over her second bikini, her hair now in it's more normal ponytail that reached down to her waist, whereas nobody would actually notice what I was wearing.

Fuelled-up we headed for the woods, the other girls having recommended the canopy walkway, the staff member on duty finding us two safety harnesses of appropriate sizes as we readied ourselves for a treetop adventure. The staffer deferred to me to check the fit of Pip's harness slipping my fingers under the waistband, plus those straps around the top of each slender thigh, adjusting them to ensure they were a snug fit. Attached was a short rope together with a locking device that snapped onto a continuous safety cable.

After a brief safety lecture and demonstration we were offered bags of assorted nuts and seeds to attract the tame birds and animals that frequented the canopy above. Snapping on we climbed a ladder, I rose closely and protectively behind my daughter, this providing a splendid view of her legs and lovely tight bottom framed by the harness straps in some way reminiscent of a garter-belt though without the stockings.

Unlike some busy crowded theme-park we were enjoying this activity virtually alone, even when more couples arrived we'd be spaced well apart from anyone else. On having gained the first platform we could see the wooden slatted bridges looping from one large tree to another, both becoming more aware of birdsong among the encroaching leafy branches. Holding onto the braided steel hawser handrails to either side we edged forwards as the bridge swayed from the shifting load, Daddy there to offer reassurance with a squeeze and words of encouragement.

I quickly realised similar to a ghost-train or roller coaster the purpose of this jungle-gym was to engender and cultivate closeness and faith, as were many other activities which the two of us could share during our vacation. Attached at some platforms there were fixed metal dishes near the handrails, habitual feeding and the sound of food clattering into the bowls soon saw the arrival of colourful birds plus a few critters looking for a free meal.

Some were even tame enough to be hand fed, though I might be classed as an old cynic, my daughter found this quite magical, so I enjoyed the experience vicariously through her joyful eyes. While my own mechanical knowledge attested to the over engineered strength of the walkway structure, I did gain some perverse fun in causing rope-bridge sections to wobble as we traversed the treetop route, assuring Pip I would keep her safe. To her this was akin to some Indiana Jones adventure movie, so I considered it time well spent.

Descending from the arboreal playground I climbed down the ladder below Pip, getting yet another close-up of her delightful thighs and buttocks flexing with each step as she came down the ladder at my eye level. Pip could've taken off the harness herself, but she didn't seem to mind me doing the task, loosening the buckles and placing my fingers below the straps to pull through sufficient slack for it's removal. I might've suggested the zip-line but as with some other engaging activities, I determined Pip wasn't yet ready for the plunge!

Checking my watch we had plenty of time before lunch for another activity, Pip had been keen to go horse riding at their on-site stables, I wasn't that keen, though I could manage a couple of hours if it made Pip happy, besides she could manage further rides at some later point during our stay. Thankfully the mount I got was fairly calm and steady, whereas Pip had ridden several times over the last few years with her girlfriends from school.

During those later visits it might be interesting to introduce her to their stud operation if a mare was in heat, or the 'puppy farm' where she could witness 'real' doggy-style, though neither of these educational features were mentioned on the redacted website seen by Pip and Mary. They were among a host of special events or features that seem to have missed the cut when compiling Haven Holidays secondary website, whereas the other mentioned benefits of young newcomers watching the animal breeding process to launch a dialogue with Daddy relating to the mating habits of humans.

I wasn't so sure how we'd reach those conversations as yet, although I'd been assured the atmosphere of the resort was conducive to a phenomenal success rate bringing together Daddy-Daughter couples since they'd opened. I would play it by ear, then use all my sales skills to close the deal. I didn't mean that in a callus way, I loved my daughter, it's merely that I wanted to love her more!

We hadn't got too sweaty or horsey smelling during our abbreviated ride, nevertheless we ate lunch at the outdoor bistro, sharing our patronage between various dinning options as we wanted to sample the entire resort experience. Pip saw Danny with young Kathy and Beth in tow, waving them over to join us, moving instead to a larger table. The youngsters shared the tales of their morning adventures, meanwhile Danny pointed out the highlights on the menu, as I learned he'd been a member for several years, previously bringing Nina the girls older sister from when she was around Pip's age.

I was still unsettled by the thought of including such young girls in any type of incestuous relationship, but they were genuinely pumped about this being their second visit, having their Daddy all to themselves for a whole ten days. One singular feature about this resort was the ability for booking anything from four days upwards, though subject to availability of course. The girls were so busy nattering they missed the subtext of the conversation between Danny and myself. Maybe he had sensed my discomfort regarding the age of his girls, but he subtly conveyed it was they who made the choices and set the agenda, which was in fact my intention with Pip.

In accordance with the free and easy attitude towards clothing the eight and nine year old girls were simply wearing Disney cartoon T-shirts and ordinary panties, no shorts or skirts, so it was obvious if they were moving on to the swimming pool they'd be au naturel again. One thing I had realised in barely 24-hours was the boundless energy of all the adolescent girls present, or with the younger two at the table maybe sub-teen would be more fitting.

Anyway glass-houses and stones and all that, so I couldn't criticize Danny.

Pip had been persuaded to take part in the relay competition, Daddy-Daughter teams that were pitted against each other, apparently Beth and Kathy took alternate turns to prevent being left as spectators. Although apparently fun to watch, most guests actually preferred taking part themselves, thus waited until the next event if they missed signing-up on a first come basis. My normal routine of hitting the Gym two or three times a week wouldn't be necessary while keeping up with all these youngsters.

The staff were so discreet, always available in the background, you could almost forget they were present but the pools had lifeguards, and numerous female hosts organised the various events or games taking place throughout our waking hours. They were very good at engendering a sense of fun and excitement into proceedings, cajoling reluctant father's into taking part. I doubt any of the guys were reluctant in truth, merely putting on a show so their daughter's could claim victory in having got them to participate.

Sandy from reception was our games-host, apparently they swapped that desk duty, while we also saw Connie again, this time with her dad, plus her friend Zoe and her father, everyone being inked with their names. We made the cut as only six Daddy-Daughter teams played in this event otherwise it became mayhem. You filled a paper cup from a tub of water then carried it by gripping the rim with your teeth, then emptied it into your team measuring jug twenty yards away. All very simple but it was scored on time and quantity of water. Pip had stripped off to her bikini, so I followed her lead wearing my swim shorts as she went first, returning to the water tub to tag me for my run.

More water got spilled than transferred, after two trips each, Sandy totted-up the totals of fluid ounces of water in our containers, against the time penalties for the slower runners. Well we weren't last but it was fun, while the next similar race had me carrying Pip on my shoulders after handing her the cup which she held between her teeth, most being spilled over me as we did another four trips down the course. Everybody was wet and laughing by the time we finished the last of the races, sitting down on the lawn recovering our breath and chatting amicably with our equally soaked rivals. Young Beth and Kathy might as well be naked because it looked like they'd taken part in some wet T-shirt competition, and down below their tight cotton panties were now thoroughly see-through.

Connie our original nudist, and her friend Zoe were the first to strip-off their wet gear as it was clear everybody wanted to cool-off in the nearby pool. I could sense Pip's indecision as she watched those around us, maybe feeling some relief that not everyone went the full Monty, a few in full swimsuits, and a couple wearing just bikini panties. Of course the sun-cream soon became evident with the greater show of skin, and somehow it was seen as each father's duty to protect their respective daughter's from any harmful UV rays.

I watched with pride as Pip decided for herself to remove her own bikini top, then I again splattered her with squirts of gloop, taking great delight in aiming for her nascent boobs, those cute swellings, then at her flat tummy, her arms, legs, then her back which was for the moment mine alone to anoint. Any tension from her bold action to remove her bikini top seemed to dissolve from my firm reassuring massage as I spread the cream over her flawless skin, a few excess dribbles landing on the backs of her thighs caused my hands to roam lower, helpfully smoothing the lotion over fresh ground. Pip didn't raise any objection to my invasion of new territory, in fact she seemed to relish this further fatherly intimacy.

They must have really worked on the Psychology angle, the newcomers like Pip seeing the behaviour of girls at ease with the Haven Holidays program were drawn-in, encouraged by example, not wanting to appear babyish beside those more adventuresome girls.

Pip for now was stretching and testing her own limits, possibly wondering if her actions would either shock or disappoint me. For my part I simply smiled making it plain I didn't mind either way what she did providing she felt comfortable.

Unlike the more traditional pool where we'd played jousting the day before, this was really a fun pool with different activity areas, including a sort of bubble tub, with aerated jets of water coming from all directions, and a longer more impressive water slide where I saw a few couples coming down together splashing into the pool at speed. It wasn't just the girls whooping and hollering with excitement as they sped into the water, and Pip dragged me over to the ladder to take our turn.

Unlike the jungle-gym earlier there were no Capri pants to inhibit the view, just her rather brief bikini bottoms giving a fine view of her ass crack and camel-toe which almost merged as one from front to back as we halted for the couple ahead of us. We sat on the launch platform, Pip between my splayed legs, my hands on her flat tummy, her defined abs so smooth under my large paws. Three, two, one, away!

The curves of the wet shoot caused us to rock from side to side, my grip slipping to cover the soft firm mounds of her small breasts as we shot from the slide into the water, which unfortunately caused us to separate. I really expected some kind of awkward moment as we each caught our breath, then suddenly from nowhere Hailey appeared squealing loud as you like, naked along with Jeff also without costume. Hailey hugged Pip while saying it was one of her favourite rides with her dad, I had a good idea what her other favourites might be from their obvious closeness.

I didn't get a word in edgeways as Hailey encouraged Pip to go down a second time, as I dutifully followed in her wake towards the ladder, Hailey first, then Jeff, Pip, while I was at the back. Climbing the ladder it occurred to me Pip had a birds-eye view of Jeff's wedding tackle in it's semi-recumbent state. I don't think any guys were unaffected by the visual feast on display at every turn, myself included. As we waited for Hailey and Jeff to clear the slide, I apologised about touching her breasts on the previous ride, this was far easier when sitting behind Pip rather than face to face.

Pip said it was okay, it was an accident, then she placed my hands on her tummy exactly where they'd been on our previous ride, and doubtlessly they would end up on her little mounds just like the ride before. They did! I loved it, firstly they were very nice mounds, and secondly our closeness was gaining a rapid pace which I'd never envisaged myself.

My daughter frolicked in the pool probably forgetting she was topless, frequently she even bumped into me as we joined in ball games and such. Now even more cognisant of how the older girls were affecting Pip's behaviour it became obvious this escalated a change in my little princess as I noticed when our group entered the bubble pool.

The girls squealed in a girlish fashion, hardly unexpected considering the average age, and

they whispered to one another, pushing and shuffling their positions relative to the water jets. I noticed many of these hit me forcefully around mid-thigh, thus I could imagine this as a design feature these adolescents appreciated, as even through any swimsuit fabric the fast swirling water had a stimulating effect. Considering their height the jets were well placed to provide them with maximum enjoyment.

By the time we headed back to our suite I'd had a second opportunity to reapply the cover of sunscreen, that time Pip expecting me to include the backs of her thighs and calfs, that being an added bonus from my point of view. She simply wore just her loose top with the bikini panties, carrying her Capri pants and bikini top as we went inside to shower and get ready for the evening ahead. I couldn't be happier with the progress that had occurred in such a short space of time, looking forward to each milestone along the path.

The milestones were far closer together than I'd thought possible as Pip emerged from the bathroom having taken her shower wearing just her panties, as she vigorously dried her long auburn locks with a big fluffy towel, preferring that to using any electric hair drier.

At my look of surprise she came up with the obvious comment that I'd seen them already, and I quickly assured her they were a pretty sight that proved she was maturing in a most delightful fashion. I could see through her banter that she was still seeking validation that her mammary development met with my approval, it also said something that my approval was the one that mattered. Having established that her small breasts were the epitome of perfection, Pip worried that she might have caught a little to much sun, her skin perhaps just a tinge too pink, asking if we had any after-sun lotion.

My thick old hide was fairly impervious, though it was essential to look after my daughter's smooth unblemished skin, and for once I'd thought to pack some after-sun skincare lotion, okay it was actually Mary who'd packed it in my suitcase. On learning of it's availability Pip lay face down on the bed waiting!

Ah! She considered it was my job to apply some soothing ointment, well it wouldn't do to disappoint as I popped the cap and began that irksome task, who am I kidding, I was very happy to be her chosen body slave as I deftly, slowly, and very thoroughly set to my work starting on the back of her neck and working down to the soles of her feet, and between each of her toes. Along the journey I ensured that I covered the delicate skin of her lower back slipping the lotion just below the waistband of her diminutive panties, then resumed my work on the backs of her thighs wondering if I ought to venture so close to her sweet treasure looking at those elasticated decorative bands that encircled each of her thighs.

Her legs shifting further apart seemed to answer my unspoken thought, my lotion covered fingers grazing the tiny scalloped fringe of her underwear, revelling in the softness of the flesh adjacent to her pre-teen prize that lay beneath the cotton gusset which my fingers had skimmed. I couldn't dwell, there lay temptation, too much too soon, I needed to move down her legs to complete my allotted task without skimping on the care I lavished over those fine shapely limbs. It was on completing her little toes that she turned over, legs still parted, eyes closed, her breathing quickened, her chest looking flushed, the colour being more pronounced than when she emerged from the bathroom; Pip was excited!!!

Neither of us broke the silence, but the realisation dawned I was expected to complete the application of skin balm across this newly presented vista of loveliness. Reversing direction I worked my way upwards, admiring the view plus the tactile pleasures of spreading this soothing lotion over her youthful adolescent body. Having previously gained her unspoken approval I massaged the front of her thighs, my fingers once again tracing the very edges of respectability, that lacy edge of her underwear, that uncrossed border.

Not a squeak, not a word, merely breathing a little faster.

At this point I envied those comic-book heros with super-powers, staring at that triangle of cloth and the taught gusset between her spread thighs I wanted the power of X-ray vision. I didn't need super-powers to see the indent, to catch a faint rising feminine essence, nor to see the tiny spot of dampness which had soaked through the doubled layer of cotton.

My work here is done, Dofus; where did that line even come from, never-mind, my work wasn't complete and I couldn't keep Pip waiting in suspense. Doing her tummy this time it wasn't a tickle-attack, instead a slow measured movement to spread the lotion, painting of that tight canvass before filling in the edges, my mind was going crazy with odd thoughts. Another opportunity to play along the waistband of her panties, it being my fatherly duty to ensure I didn't accidentally leave some tiny strip of skin around her middle untreated if it happened to dip slightly below that soft white fabric.

Though her arms probably received sunlight on a more regular basis, I wanted to feel her body all over, from fingertips to shoulders, and now there was but one area untreated, but Pip remained silent. Having approached from below, I now advanced from above starting at the neckline working ever closer, teasing her, teasing myself as my fingers trailed down her sternum between the softly curved contours that rose and fell with her rapid breaths.

The nipples crowning those low hills seemed just a little darker, a bit more pronounced or defined in her current state of anxiety, of trepidation even. Pip was trusting me, willing me to sample these unripe fruits, they were everything and more than I could've imagined as my palms moved over her firm pliant flesh eliciting a moan or was that a whimper, though best of all it was obvious that Pip was relishing my tactile worship of her adolescent body.

Then minutes or maybe a lifetime later...

“Thank-you Daddy, I don't think I can take any more lotion just now.”

“No, thank-you Pip, it was my pleasure to serve my special princess,” leaning down placing a kiss on her lips.

The sensual almost romantic interlude was punctuated by Pip's next stuttering comment as she looked towards my bulging swim shorts.

“Daddy!? Did I.. was it, was that because of me?”

Was this the crux, that defining moment when our relationship would change forever? While I might temper the truth I had decided I wouldn't lie to Pip if she wanted the truth, and now seemed to be that moment.

“Yes honey it is, you're a very beautiful and sensual young lady, so you should understand that will affect guys, and just because I'm your dad doesn't mean my mind and my body won't react in a perfectly natural way. I hope that doesn't upset you, you could think of it as a friendly salute if you like. You're growing-up, and I'm sure you've learned about many aspects of what that entails, but like I said before if you have any questions, anything at all, I'll do my level best to give you honest answers.”

It now seemed as though Pip were yearning for X-ray vision, I was unsure if my exposure at this point would help or hinder further progress, I still wanted her to take the lead as to the direction of our burgeoning relationship; this wonderful new level of closeness.

“Daddy your... penis being stiff, does it hurt?”

“No honey it's fine, don't let anyone tell you any different, it's kind of a nice warm feeling. Because we're talking about grown-up stuff you needn't worry about using adult language, as the word 'penis' sounds a bit medical, something they would say during health classes. When it's just between the two of us you could use the words cock, and erection, seeing as you're almost a teenager I'm sure you've heard those words used before.”

Although we spoke for a little longer Pip didn't ask to see the object that was the cause of her fascination, therefore I didn't make the offer to show her either despite what my little head was shouting from inside my swimsuit. I had to deal with the consequences during my shower, splattering the tiles with jizz while images and tactile memories indelibly fixed in my mind from that stunning encounter fuelled my strong ejaculation.

Due to my urgent need for relief I'd inadvertently forgotten to pick any fresh boxer shorts from the drawer, I decided to behave exactly like I would in my own home, stepping back into the bedroom, dropping the towel and stepping into fresh underwear without looking to see Pip's reaction.

“Nice butt Daddy.”

Okay she noticed, but it wasn't like I'd waved my cock in her face, none the less I felt her comment warranted a reply, “Yes, but not half as cute as yours.”

We'd reached a new level of comfort around each other, perhaps mentally and physically. Seeing the nice outfit she'd chosen, I asked Pip what I should wear that evening, joking that I'd need something more than boxer shorts to be acceptable in the dinning room. Choosing my clothes was personal, it would enhance her sense of closeness or ownership if you like, putting her stamp on me. As confirmation she even gave me the once over before we left the room, had I been wearing a tie I'm sure she would've straightened it just like Mary.

In the drinks lounge which was a sort of anti-room to the main dinning area the maitre-d greeted us shortly after we'd received sodas from one of the attentive staff, discovering in fact we were somewhat later than the previous evening – I wonder why?

We were thinking of eating by ourselves when Zhenya rushed over to accost Pip, Stephan following at a more leisurely pace in her wake, we dad's have to marshal our energies for the more important activities you know. The girls decided for themselves we were going to share a table, Stephan and I did as we were told. I could never understand why women or girls needed the bathroom after finding their table, couldn't they pee beforehand?

As I mentioned this to Stephan, he put it down to 'relationship radar' their innate inherent ability to perceive any slight changes of status among their cohort, had I been drinking at that moment I would've choked on it. Stephan merely chuckled at my startled look stating it was almost a sport among regular girls watching for shifts in those relationships which occurred between first-timers and their father's. We were all here to change and improve those filial ties, so 'regular' girls were bound to take a sisterly interest in any newcomers.

From the length of time it took them to pee, they'd obviously spent some time chatting as well, though Stephan had assured me Zhenya would show discretion. She wouldn't reveal the major focus of the resort, instead indicating growing closeness was neither unusual or anything but a healthy way for girls like themselves to experiment safely with those men who really loved them.

The girls giving us each a peck on the cheek before resuming their places more or less confirmed what Stephan had said - short of having a video recording!

It seemed Pip had now discovered that various levels of closeness weren't uncommon, but how would she move forward with that information, and would this activate her own radar system to watch other Daddy-Daughter couples more closely. I couldn't over analyse this situation, that wouldn't help, the important issues were Pip making friends, while enjoying herself throughout the holiday whatever form that took. I'd vicariously savour the aspects which caused her pleasure, though that would be multiplied if those were experiences that we could share together, be that sexual or otherwise.

You had to stay sharp when surrounded by teen or pre-teen girls, they'd run circles round you given half a chance, their sense of fun or mischief making you the butt of their jokes. The resort catering was the equal to any fine hotel I'd stayed in, sometimes making the choice of meals difficult, so when Pip saw Stephan and Zhenya swap forkfuls of their main dish, she of course wanted to sample my entrée, whilst I sampled the dish she'd selected. Thinking on what Stephan said earlier, I noticed with fresh eyes that the diners at many of the tables could be mistaken for courting couples if not for their obvious age difference.

This vacation was testing me in ways I hadn't imagined, from the outset I'd thought there might be challenges, they just seemed to come in from left field when least expected, so I dived for the catch, dealing with those shots headed in my direction. Surely a son would be more straight forward, but if I'd had a son I wouldn't have faced such sweet temptation because I'm clearly not wired that way.

Yesterday I felt Pip had been influenced by thirteen year old Hailey, now Zhenya at merely eleven was providing guidance, becoming her personal sounding board regarding this odd Kafkaesque summer-camp that verged on a sort of dream world. The girls were immersed in the sweet menu as Stephan talked about countless amusing activities the hosts devised to entertain everybody. I gained the impression he and Zhenya had spent several holidays of various lengths at the resort since joining some eighteen months previously.

Being open year-round, single father's especially found the Christmas holiday package very appealing if they weren't committed to visit distant family members who they might prefer to avoid. The girls ordered; us guys weren't given a choice in the matter, shared desserts for each couple, Pip thinking it fun to feed us alternately, laughing when she got cream or sticky goo over my face with her deliberately poor aim. I was already thinking in terms of payback, my time would 'cum' so to speak, because all the signs were looking favourable.

Aside from desserts, the girls had also conspired to select our after dinner entertainment, and like lambs to the slaughter we followed on behind the pair of whispering schoolgirls as doubtless Zhenya was filling Pip's head with ideas. I couldn't face swimming after that big meal, fortunately this 'pool-room' was home to four pool tables, another plus point being a variety of other diversions meant we were the only players. I joked with Pip not to bet the house, as we might be facing a pair of pool-hall hustlers.

It seemed Zhenya was the main hustler, though for different reasons, frequently 'needing' Stephan's help to line-up her shots, probably what the whispering had been about as soon Pip required my own guidance. Leaning over Pip to correct her stance and aim, her butt was snuggled nicely against me, drawing the blood from my brain to my smaller head.

Ignoring the actual pool scores, I felt as if I was winning in the only game that counted as we later wished our friends goodnight, moving off Pip and I hand in hand. We did brush our teeth together, but Pip pushed me out so she could pee, I hadn't seen her doing that since she graduated from sitting on a potty as a toddler. My perversions aside, it had been a fantastic day, and I enquired over Pip's suntan, assured to discover she was feeling fully recovered, though I was to be more diligent in my future frequent application of protective sunscreen throughout the daylight hours.

Rather than be chastised for my apparent failures I suggested several thick applications of sunscreen during the day, followed by a thorough after-sun skincare routine back in the privacy of our room to ensure we didn't have any repeat problems. I was able to see for myself Pip's skin looked radiant and unharmed because she'd left her new nighty behind in the drawer, deciding to sleep in just her little cotton panties. I received a nice long minty goodnight kiss, still a girlish kiss rather than an adult one but no less sweet all the same.

I lay there feeling we'd made considerable progress, even happier as Pip rolled over, half way laying across my chest, those small mounds that I so admired pressed against me as she struggled to find the words for questions that were bubbling away inside her head.

“Daddy, you won't tell mum about the lotion or other stuff we did will you?”

It was odd the way Mary had at some point changed from 'mummy' to 'mum' whereas Pip had always called me Daddy. My psyche was probably in a spiral shape from having been twisted around her little finger for the past twelve and a half years.

“Pip it's just you and me here for a bonding holiday, so whatever happens in Vegas,”

“Stays in Vegas?” Pip finished for me, obviously having heard the expression before.

“You can tell me anything, ask me anything, and whatever you want to do during this time we spend together will be our shared secret okay.”

“Anything?”

“Well I don't think we should murder anyone, but I'm willing to listen to any other ideas you have, or help with any questions you raise about growing-up or whatever.”

“When we were playing pool, you were hard again; your cock, was that because of me?”

It was the first time I'd heard my little girl say the word 'cock' it felt exhilarating to hear that word come from her lips, I fantasised about when the two might meet for real.

“Who's the Dofus now, it must have been you; your firm shapely sexy bottom pressed up against me would definitely cause that to happen.”

“You called me sexy, well my bum anyway, nobody's ever said that before.”

“Pip any guy with a pulse and eyes to see would think you're sexy, but they can't say that out loud, most of them wouldn't even share that thought with their best friends because the world we live in frowns on admitting some adolescent girls can be sexually attractive.

Political correctness and the legal system conspire that everybody wears blinkers, insisting that anybody below some arbitrary age can't do or even think about adult things even if their own mind's and body's are screaming otherwise.”

“I like it, I'm pleased that you think I have a sexy bum, but the growing-up stuff can be so confusing, the thoughts and feelings I have sometimes. It makes sense what you said that people are afraid to say what they really think, there are so many rules and laws and stuff, it's all don't do this, don't do that. This place is really great that they aren't all stuffy about

rules, I think some of the girls here are doing stuff with their dad's....” An opps moment!

I didn't think Pip had meant to say that out loud, her mouth running freely with her own thoughts about the clues she'd put together herself. The 'stuff' in this instance being sex!

“You might be right honey, but we shouldn't make judgements about the behaviour of the other guests, providing of course nobody is being pressured to do something against their will. I haven't seen any of the girls here looking distressed or unhappy, have you?”

“No, all the girls I've met seem super happy, I'm happy too Daddy, it's great I get to spend two whole weeks with you in this amazing resort.”

With her half sprawled over me I had one arm around her waist, when I asked if it would be okay to place my other hand on her sexy little bum, she willingly helped me find my target in the darkness. Snuggled together I was 'super happy' too as I drifted off to sleep.

Day 3

Have you ever had a dog hump your leg? Pretty damned embarrassing I'm sure, but half awake in the middle of the night to find an angel grinding against your hip is pretty much heaven on earth – aside from the frustration and blue balls it causes!

Pip must've been having some interesting dreams, I wanted to be there with her, maybe I was, I certainly hoped so anyway. Surprisingly I did mange to fall back asleep, though it wasn't unexpected that I woke up with an erection like a baseball bat though not in that league size-wise or it would be fairly useless from a practical standpoint, especially when thinking about one particular untried virgin pussy.

Pip was still getting her head around the thought of asking me 'anything' but she gamely brought up the topic of my tented underwear, curious about the ups and downs of a guy's cock. I explained about how basically they were unruly, especially how they would often embarrass adolescent boys, popping up at the most inopportune times. Then as one got older, willpower could to some extent keep it under control, though seeing an attractive girl, or thinking about somebody you loved (lusted after) would cause blood to engorge the tissues that made it stiff. I also explained how social situations, fear, or anxiety might prevent that inflation from happening.

Hell she was my little girl and I wanted her to be well educated, besides getting my fuller answers would encourage her to ask further questions, this was all to the good. I also said that she should use the bathroom first because men were unable to pee with an erection, therefore if she was out of sight it might deflate. I could see Pip's mind churning, having heard once again that she was the cause of this fascinating male phenomena.

I couldn't be certain what Pip and Zhenya had talked about the previous evening, though I was sure she'd egged Pip on to seek my help in lining-up pool shots, a spoons-like position was bound to initiate close contact with my groin. It stood to reason those girls making a second visit or beyond were in an intimate relationship with their father, and that they'd be aware of the rules regarding discretion when talking to first-time visitors such as Pip.

Pip emerged swathed in a fluffy bathrobe fresh from her shower with a large towel sort of wound into her flowing auburn locks, letting her hair dry slowly to accentuate all the soft waves which defined it's natural healthy appearance.

We hadn't yet checked out the program of events scheduled for the day ahead, but surely Pip would sort that as I made myself presentable as her escort and all round body slave. Being as we were growing closer, I'd this time deliberately neglected to take any boxers into the bathroom, I'd again drop my towel and slip them on beside the chest of drawers where they were stored. I would try and project modest though not shy, nothing shameful in being naked, or something like that.

Man makes plans while the gods laugh!

Pip was still wearing her robe as she brushed out her hair, I felt the anticipation, maybe she had more questions, possibly she wanted to do something daring like water skiing.

“Daddy?”

“Yes honey?”

“Have you; would you, like go naked at the pool?” The question finished in a rush, finding the words difficult maybe, wondering if I would do what several other men practised, nude in public. It would be different than changing or showering at the Gym, it wasn't the men's locker room, but I'd known from the get go nudity was acceptable, encouraged even.

“I don't mind either way, I've not sunbathed naked in a broader social sense before now, but I think it might be fun. The only reason I haven't suggested it, was because I thought you might object to your wrinkly old father embarrassing you.”

“You're not that old - but would you?”

“Yes, if you aren't horrified at the thought of me hanging around like a nudist then I'm fine with wearing only sunscreen outside.”

Side-swiped again, what else was churning about in her head, what question was next?

“What about me?”

“What about you? Are you thinking of joining your various nudist friends too? If you want to explore how that feels, it's your decision to make, it's your body, your choice, and I will be proud to support you in whatever you feel is comfortable and right for you.”

“I'm a bit scared.”

“You were a bit scared when I took the training wheels off your bike when you were little, but you were soon riding around the neighbourhood with all the older kids, remember that I said we could bolt them back on if you fell over? The same applies here too, in any case even those girls who go naked occasionally wear a costume if they've been spending too long in the bright sunshine.”

“Okay but you first.” I realised Pip wanted a preview, to see if I would stand there naked, I loosened the towel letting it fall to the floor I hadn't 'pumped-up' during our conversation, but I wasn't totally deflated either. With my arms to my side I turned three-sixty till I again faced Pip's scrutiny.

“It's asleep.”

I felt like laughing. “Hey guys can get nervous too you know.” I stood waiting, wondering what might happen next. Youngsters had a sense of fairness, it was real-life that beat that out of you, realising everybody else was cheating.

Pip had been sitting on the corner of the bed watching; standing-up she quickly shrugged the robe from her shoulders, perhaps afraid she would loose her nerve. It puddled at her feet, her slim figure revealed in all it's glory, without that mean triangle of cloth which hid her girlish cleft from view. “Wow.” Yes I had said that aloud, I felt she looked stunning and maybe that was the father in me, though I was certain there would be envious looks from many guys around the pool, even if they tried to hide those feelings.

Arms away from her sides it was Pip's turn to give me a twirl, taking in the whole vista of her beautiful unadorned form, a Venus in miniature. Her rotation caused the subtle play of light to reveal the tiny patch of soft down previously hidden, the wispy brown hairs hardly long enough to curl, not even defined yet as a delta, perhaps a small oval centred mostly above her clit which hid under its little hooded cover.

I looked up and down her perfect body at a loss for what to say, as I noticed Pip staring at me. “Daddy you've got an erection again!!”

No kidding Sherlock, I wonder what caused that!

“Yes my precious, but I explained seeing a beautiful girl will do that, I don't think I'll be able to go for breakfast or visit the pool for a little while, I need to recover from the shock of seeing how amazing you look. Just Wow. Teenage guys would be throwing themselves into the pool to hide their erections, even some of the older guys here might have issues in not saluting you with their cocks as you walk by. It's nothing to be scared about, merely that you are so stunning they might have trouble controlling their natural reactions.”

We sat talking for a while, and my cock subsided somewhat, reviving again under her gaze and through becoming the subject of our conversation. Pip being ladylike, and from years of reminders from Mary sat primly with her legs together which diminished my view of her girlish charms. We agreed as an expedient we'd anoint ourselves with sunscreen for now, though helping out by doing those bits that were difficult to cover unaided.

I suggested we put extra on the 'white' bits which normally didn't see direct sunlight, then we got dressed ready to find ourselves a late breakfast. We took the program sheet with us, not having looked at the listing of special activities being run throughout the day.

We weren't expected to meet anyone, I'd learned from the other guys that arrangements were mostly fluid – just in case something popped-up. Nobody would be upset should you fail to arrive at the pool or lakeside, but it would be poor form to miss an arranged T-off at the golf course, or be late at the tennis courts if a match had been pre-booked. We were each here to spend quality time with our respective daughters, the additional activities and the fellow guests were an adjunct to the major goal of having fun - bonding with our girls.

Of course we hadn't left our suite naked, we had on our swimwear, plus really loose shirts to provide partial cover from the sunshine, or if a breeze sprang up. Pip had also bought along a beach bag, though I ended up carrying the thing, it held a few useful essentials as we headed towards our first destination having checked first with reception after grabbing breakfast trying out their all day buffet.

The series of lakes were joined by narrow channels where bridges gave easy access to all the shoreline facilities. One of the two larger lakes was reserved for non-motorised boats, that being sail-boats, rowing-boats, and various canoes. The second large lake was used solely for water-skiing, while a smaller odd shaped lake with an island in the centre kept the jet-skiers in a separate playground. Division of the various classes of water-borne craft provided a useful safety measure, having trained staff overseeing the limited numbers who were taking part in the available activities during any given time.

I didn't know anything about jet-skis, but Beverley who ran that activity talked us through the operating and safety features of these machines which had additional modifications, as the resort had requested for their guests. Rather than Pip sitting behind and grasping me around my waist having a limited view, she would sit between my legs, and I'd be better able to see over her head. As for holding on they had twin handlebars, kind of dual control

where the father could easily take over the steering.

We each strapped on a horseshoe shaped buoyancy aid which had a curly cord with a peg which loosely plugged into the bike, should either of us fall off the motor would shut-off, then that person wouldn't be left far behind in the bike's wake. I could still hear Pip's loud squeals of delight over the engine sounds as we spent a couple of hours messing about on the lake, joined by three other couples either chasing each other or making circuits around the central island, soaked and exhilarated from the noisy fun activity.

Having been invited by another couple to play crazy golf, we all grabbed a lunchtime snack before getting frustrated by the series of insane obstacles, laughing at one another as our stoke scores rose ever higher. Pip and I had been more diligent with the sunscreen, which encouraged our golf partners to do likewise. It appeared all our fellow holidaymakers were keen to be intimate, touching each other on any pretext just like courting couples.

We reached our chosen fun pool later than expected, on the plus side it would gently ease us into this new social realm, and our first full sun exposure would be to those milder late afternoon rays.

“I promise Daddy, but you go first.”

The whispered voice in my ear denoted her determination, she just needed me to lead the way. Oddly enough the pool seemed populated by many people who we'd socialised with thus far, even another of the couples who we'd met earlier on the jet-ski lake, though not the ones with whom we'd played golf. I think Pip was glad to see I didn't get any ribbing or comments on removing my swimwear, so she nervously removed her bikini top then her thumbs slipped into the waistband of her bikini panties quickly whisking them down before she changed her mind.

A beach-ball came sailing through the air towards her with shouts from the pool, and that was that, we became engrossed in the high-jinx of the latest game, taking Pip's mind off her newly minted nudist status. I suspected that one of her friends had engineered that move on purpose, simply to help Pip overcome the moment, and I silently thanked them for a considerate action. Later playing in the pool we bumped shoulders as we went for the same ball, Pip turned and poked her tongue out, then I knew all was well.

With her entire skin exposed I reminded her about the sunscreen on returning from a trip to the bathroom, she spread the lotion over her front and I did her back from neck to feet as Pip whispered it had been odd in the bathroom, automatically reaching down to pull-up

her panties then realising she wasn't wearing any. She was in good humour, slyly asking if I wanted to go with her down the big water slide, her eyes flicking towards my semi-hard cock, which was beginning to show additional interest, I quickly jumped into the pool!

Jeff, Hailey's father drifted over shortly afterwards asking how we were enjoying the resort so far, as we chatted he remarked on Pip's swift acceptance of local customs, joking that my daughter had discovered the 'super-power' lurking within all adolescent girls, a power to captivate the male of the species.

Later as folks started to drift off Pip seemed anxious to get back to our room donning just her bikini panties, everything else going into the bag for me to carry, I was surprised she hadn't put on a top as well, though as we were walking along the corridor I recalled that first day when we'd encountered Jennifer and her perky breasts. Pip wanted to be seen walking along the hallways of the hotel topless, therefore I placed my arm around her demonstrating how proud I was to be in her company.

Another thing Pip hadn't forgotten was the topic of after-sun skin lotion, quickly fetching it from the bathroom vanity counter, before I could even comment her bikini panties were on the bedroom floor, with Pip laying face down on the bed. Being in private with Pip my cock rose to full mast stretching my swim-shorts as I popped the bottle cap ready to perform my pleasant duty. Pip looking back over her shoulder focused on my groin, hesitating then she asked if I'd be more comfortable if I took my shorts off, besides she'd seen it already.

I would feel more comfortable unrestrained, and Pip hadn't been upset by the sight of my nakedness, so what the hell. Sweeping her hair aside I began with her neck and shoulders then worked down towards her perfect butt, dribbling another helping into the top of her butt crack, then I moved down to her feet to work my way upwards, hearing a groan from my little angel who'd expected me to be massaging lotion into the cheeks of her bottom.

There was nothing prim about her current stance, legs nicely splayed displaying her soft split peach surmounted by a little star, an upside-down exclamation mark which drew my full attention while my hands repeatedly soothed the lotion over her thighs and bottom as my fingers edged ever closer to those spots previously hidden. My busy fingers pulled and pushed with the rubbing action, flexing her vulva revealing the bright crimson flesh within that was producing it's own form of feminine lotion that glistened beckoning me closer.

Suddenly her legs slammed shut, for an instant I thought Pip maybe scared, overwhelmed even, though instead of some rejection she turned over wanting me to continue. From her face to her sternum her skin appeared flushed though this wasn't from the sunshine alone as she urged me to continue. Resuming at her toes I proceeded with my sacred mission, that of making Pip feel blissed-out from my loving attention to her skin care regime.

She seemed frustrated when I paused near the top of her thighs, merely inches from her moist centre that looked more prominent, swollen, having gained a touch of colour itself during the course of her treatment. Moving to her shoulders I got back to work heading downwards with my soothing application of lotion, though not without comment.

“Daddy, why did you do that?

“I'm saving the best bits till last.” She'd been silent aside from the odd sigh but now she began to open up a conversation.

“Daddy at school they warned us about 'Inappropriate Touching'....... would it still be sort of 'Inappropriate' if you really really wanted it to happen?”

Phew! Missed a bullet there, for a moment I thought everything was going into reverse!

“Pip honey you should never allow anyone to take liberties, like forcing you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. As I said before it's your body, you're at an age when you want to experience new things, but you need to stay safe, be with people you trust and love. In those situations nothing is inappropriate if you both agree and consent to explore together.”

“Daddy I agree and consent, do you?” Pip had taken me literally, turning it into a vow!

This was no time to hesitate, but I did have two beautiful nubile budding breasts beneath my hands that were astounding in their youthful splendour.

“Oh Pip, I agree and consent too. Honey I promise to respect your wishes, and your limits, we shouldn't rush things, and any time you want we can slow down or stop, remember it's you in charge, this is all new ground for you.”

We talked some more as my massaging hands moved below her small but perfect breasts, crossing her taught abs, the entire time the lotion being merely an excuse to savour every inch of her slender body. Ever since I'd begun anointing her front, Pip's eyes had followed my stiff bouncing cock as I changed positions to best access her supine form. As I finished all but a few square inches it was my turn to ask a question.

“Pip honey your beautiful moist pussy appears to be weeping, would it be okay for Daddy to kiss it better, make it really really happy?”

She swallowed, though not finding her voice simply nodding instead.

I didn't rush in to gather up those little pearls of essence that were running down over her little star then soaking into the bed cover, licking around the edges of her swollen girlhood

first wishing perhaps that I hadn't been so generous with the sun-care lotion, though soon I began to savour Pip's own unique flavour, almost womanly, a far more subtle adolescent tang, something I'd not enjoyed since my own early uncertain youthful explorations, when I'm sorry to say I lacked skill, finesse, or patience. Without boasting I can say Pip was now on the receiving end of almost two decades of practice and experience.

Since my marriage Mary had been the only woman I'd gone down on, in fact the only one with whom I'd had any form of sexual encounter, staying faithful to my vows. I didn't see this obsession with my daughter as breaking that trust, I wanted Pip's introduction to the world of sex to be memorable for all the correct reasons, therefore our tryst; for however long it lasted was for Pip as much as me. I'd do everything I could to ensure that when the time came for Pip to move forwards, she would have the knowledge to find the right man to make her happy emotionally and sexually, avoiding the pitfalls of her peers.

Finally raising my glazed face from her tasty little muffin I was convinced I'd left a memory engraved in her brain, not quite babbling incoherence, but thoroughly satisfied from serial orgasms which for the first time in her life weren't self induced. Somehow she found the energy to pounce on me, thanking me, kissing, hesitating a moment at her own taste on my lips, then carrying on. My lips pulled upon hers, then my tongue touched her lips as Pip quickly followed my lead, obviously knowing of adult kissing, though clearly this was a first, one of a long line of first time experiences that awaited my darling young angel.

Eventually the frenzied kissing slowed down interspersed with comments and questions as Pip thought about what had happened, and what might happen next. As we talked I found out that Pip wanted to make me cum as well, her sense of fairness, plus curiosity involving the process of male ejaculation. From previous talks I knew the extent of her knowledge to date came from Mary, her health classes, misinformed friends, together with internet searches that more often than not revealed tacky porn rather than useful information.

Pip impatiently wanted to do everything at once, touch my whole body, cover me in lotion, make me cum, and kiss a whole lot more. While I couldn't disagree those were all great ideas, my tougher hide didn't require the level of TLC I lavished on her more delicate skin. My alternative suggestion of sharing a shower would allow her to investigate my whole body, while providing the ideal location for cleaning-up the results of a first time hand-job, that would help satisfy her curiosity on that score. Any residual body shyness Pip my have harboured, had dissolved during our latest foray into sensual touching and oral pleasures.

Moving to the bathroom we were already naked, Pip now receiving a biology 101 on male anatomy from closer quarters, far closer as she touched my rampant cock, playing with my balls, asking further questions, and getting truthful practical answers, something that wouldn't have happened with some spotty horny hormonal teenage boy. The feelings were intense, though age and experience tempered my responses, unlike those young lads who could well have been her first sexual encounters, I didn't have a hair trigger.

Having now been formally introduced to my stiff cock Pip seemed reluctant to relinquish her new plaything, but with the water flowing we soon took to soaping one another, most likely removing most of the lotion I'd so recently applied; no hassle it simply gave me a good reason for applying lotion of one sort or another when the opportunity next arose. Bathing with Pip was a glorious experience, since she'd forgotten her shower cap, I found her favoured shampoo from the dozens of unguents and bath-time products she'd stuffed into the shower area, running my fingers through her hair spreading the foam which then dripped down over her perfect figure, little bubbles running down the gentle contours of her bum and thighs.

Her auburn locks washed and conditioned, I stood closer pressed against her back while soaping those subtle curves of her front following those flowing lines to the junction of her thighs, my fingers playing with the tiny wisps of hair sprinkled sparsely at the top of her mound, causing her to wiggle as I teased her, merely raising her excitement without trying to bring about some conclusion. My rigid cock pressing against the small of her back, my balls at the top of her arse crack receiving a kind of soapy lap-dance with her movements.

Teased enough Pip pulled away to rinse herself off, a determined look in her eyes as she said she wanted to give me the promised hand-job. It would seem ungrateful on my part to refuse such an offer, the management in their wisdom and forethought even provided nice thick foam kneeling mats ideal for that very purpose.

Having rinsed away the suds from my own body I turned off the shower so Pip wouldn't be distracted, thus she could hear any tips regarding technique. All those hobbies that Pip took-up she liked to do well, and I sincerely hoped her sexual skills would follow that path as she gathered a range of additional attainments when our relationship moved forwards.

Yes that was pre-cum, and guys got wet just as girls did when they were horny, that mix of fluids making further activities that much easier. Pip took this all in, as her small hand began moving back and forth, the initial jerky awkwardness being replaced by a smoother more rhythmic motion as she listened to my comments. I didn't mind her slowing down as she asked more questions, sniffing at the thin trickle of fluid emerging from my cock, even rubbing it between her fingers and tasting the bland lubricant, wondering if she might be as keen to swallow an actual load when we finally reached that stage in her education.

At this point I didn't much care what other fathers in the resort were doing with their own daughter's, as I looked down to see Pip lovingly looking back, swapping hands as she kept up a steady pace. The hand not currently around my shaft toyed with my balls, Pip saying it felt so strange feeling then move about in their sack. I told her that they shifted moving up tighter when a guy came giving her a moment's warning of the imminent eruption.

Pip seemed keen on this new activity leaving me to wonder if she considered it a reward for the pleasure she'd received, or from her insatiable curiosity concerning this new topic which her friends parents universally discouraged, trying to put off the day when they'd become sexually active in any way shape or form. Regardless of her reasoning I was fast approaching release, warning Pip she sped-up her motions as we'd talked of beforehand. It felt truly amazing, all the better as Pip looked on at her handiwork, quite literally in this case, several strong spurts of my spunk jetting out, the first few decorating my daughter the rest failing to reach the target, falling to the shower floor.

I was staggered seeking support, taking a moment, then praising Pip, checking she how she felt about this new experience, getting down to give her a hug, kissing my wonderful girl, then turning the shower back on to clean away the sticky outcome.

Supper was later than we'd intended, deciding upon the all day buffet again, picking out a variety of nibbles. Owing to our elation we were laughing at one another, intoxicated with life, feeling in a light-hearted mood, in our own fashion similar to those 'courting' couples from the newness of our experience. We sat there feeding each other, it hardly mattered what as we concentrated on the sharing and sensuality of the moment.

That was the first night we slept naked together.

Day 4

From that point on I'm certain Pip would've agreed to loosing her cherry if I dropped even the most subtle hint, but it wasn't mine to take, it was Pip's to offer, even then I would've waited – this wasn't a one night stand we were talking about, this was my little girl. Having that at the forefront of my mind, I would continue with the slow seduction scenario which was my original plan, even if I was winging-it on a moment by moment basis to suit Pip. The when and where things happened were her choice, and by now any doubts about the final outcome had long since vanished.

Apparently Stephan was right, and it wasn't only Zhenya equipped with 'relationship radar' as several of her buddies were keen to have whispered conversations which caused Pip to blush from their comments. Being only a guy I couldn't say what was said, and Pip wasn't forthcoming with information on their girly-talks. I could determine they were definitely congratulatory in nature, good humoured, encouraging perhaps – that was fine with me.

Us dads were tight lipped, a nod, a raised eyebrow, someone calling to the staff to bring me a drink, even though those drinks were sans alcohol. Was Haven resort like 'fight-club' where everybody knew but everyone 'except for the girls' remained silent.

Pip and I were having a great holiday, enjoying the resort facilities, while growing so much closer, even without the new sexual component to our relationship, but that was certainly the icing on the cake.

I wasn't counting the days, more like living the moments, a growing intimacy interspersed with the themed adventures provided by the resort and those people we'd befriended in such a short time. We got to use the gym, sauna, and hot-tubs, and I began to wonder if they provided physiotherapy for a guy's worn-out tongue after long sessions necking, then kissing her sensitive nipples, usually culminating in eating-out her sweet adolescent pussy.

Was Pip so blissed-out herself, or simply befuddled by the newness of this adventure that it took a couple of days before Pip suggested she wanted to learn additional skills to make me happy. From being on the receiving end, enjoying numerous rolling orgasms from her Daddy's tongue, she felt the reciprocal part of her education was now overdue. Before we began those lessons I ensured we made-out first, putting her into the right frame of mind, to be nicely revved-up, excited and willing to be adventurous.

Day 6

We had talked it over beforehand, I also wondered if she'd discussed this with her buddies in the pool noting they'd all become so much closer, a naughty sisterhood that whispered and constantly giggled amongst themselves. Maybe a support group in this setting wasn't a bad idea, providing it didn't later include a local circle of friends once we returned home. We were starting to spend more time in our room, necessitating the use of that doorknob notice warning the housekeeping staff we didn't wish to be disturbed, something regularly seen along the hotel corridors.

“Right lay down Daddy it's my turn.” You can't argue with such a firm command, not that I wanted to demure anyway as Pip wished to get up close and personal with 'Mr Stiffy' her own chosen nickname for my frequently rampant cock. Having given me some memorable hand-jobs Pip now felt on comfortable ground with my cock, and started off just kissing it all over, licking up some of the pre-cum as she lavished the shaft with her undivided love and attention.

While becoming closer on a physical level, Pip and I also talked a lot more as she confided in me the conversations which had occurred back home between her friends; usually those ones concerning the lives of their older sisters. I felt it sad that many girls considered it a necessity, even a chore of sorts that they had to 'do things' in order to prevent a boyfriend from straying elsewhere. I explained they must've been very pitiable boyfriend-girlfriend

relationships if the glue holding them together were rather reluctant sexual encounters.

I wanted Pip to learn successful relationships were based upon some mutual interests and on being friends first and foremost. Once you felt relaxed and comfortable with somebody any sexual element added afterwards would be more natural and probably far more happy and satisfying for both partners.

Recalling these thoughts Pip was unstinting with her efforts, perhaps bringing to mind my own oral endeavours when I ate her pussy, wanting to show she could learn to provide me with similar amazing pleasures. Following my guidance she avoided choking, not trying to engulf more than her small mouth could manage comfortably, reminding her the head of my cock was far more sensitive than the shaft. Deep-throating was best reserved for those tacky porn videos, not something a caring partner would insist on, considering most girls

regardless of their age would find it difficult or even distressing to attempt.

The blowjob I received was tender and loving, Pip listening carefully, not some mechanical

parody, but a gift freely given, experimenting with those techniques we had discussed and perhaps a few tricks we hadn't. They say there's no such thing as a bad blowjob, though Pip's first was pretty damned good, having no hesitation about slurping down my spend having tried a few tasters at the conclusion of prior hand-jobs. I'd warned her when I was about to cum, though by now she had sussed those signals for herself deciding that she wanted to swallow regardless of my telling her it wasn't mandatory, but her free choice.

“Daddy 'spitters are quitters' I wanted to do it properly.”

While I'd heard the phrase before, this wasn't something Pip had learned from me, and I doubted very much she'd heard it from her school-friends back home either, so maybe it confirmed my thoughts about the resort girls sharing some of their secrets!

I enquired if Pip wanted a soda from the room's mini-bar, the entire contents being water, sodas, or juice drinks. Very much to my surprise Pip said she wanted to savour the taste, become used to the flavour, for although her mum always swallowed, Mary was never that bowled-over by the taste, just finding it the easier expedient.

I believed from the moment Pip had made the conscious decision to embrace social nudity, that the path was set, that everything else would slot into place with regard to our steadily increasing closeness, emotionally and sexually. These were significant changes, though all indications pointed towards the fact Pip felt ready to wholeheartedly embrace new mature attitudes towards adult activities. Pip had a sensible head on her shoulders, not everyone of her age would adapt comfortably to the effects or consequences of entering into some form of sexual relationship.

It might be a poor choice of words to say I only knew Pip from the outside, but until I had become office based, my travels had distanced me from her life figuratively and literally, so most accounts I got second-hand via Mary. I believed we were good parents seeing to all her needs, providing a stable home-life and a fine education in a respectable fairly affluent neighbourhood. Pip maintained excellent grades, taking part in dance classes, sports, plus many extracurricular activities with the school. Everyone that knew Pip spoke highly of her, she was well behaved, she avoided the few troublemakers who existed in any setting, also she didn't have the potty-mouth sadly evident among a few of her peers. In all a daughter to be proud of, unfortunately the only thing lacking for Pip until my work situation altered had been a constant fatherly influence.

While people would condemn me for the actions I'd taken should they ever become widely known, I also acknowledged many of those voices would be false and hypocritical, wishing they too were secretively in my position.

The evening of Pip's first blowjob, was also the night we went to our first formal dance as we had missed a previous one. They usually happened twice a week, but the resort had a fairly flexible attitude towards their timetable, ringing the changes dependent on demand for their various activities. Pip took great delight in making sure I was presentable, while I in turn praised her off the shoulder evening dress thinking it must be worth every cent of it's probable hefty price tag. I did have the sense to ask the colour of her dress before she took the mysterious opaque garment bag into the bathroom to get changed – obviously wanting to make a grand entrance.

Fortunately I'd read the FAQ's plus all the secretive hints and tips for first time visitors, so I'd called reception and had a complimentary corsage delivered while Pip was preening in the bathroom. I didn't want Pip feeling short-changed on discovering other girls with some floral flourish, besides I wanted Pip to feel special, our own private form of Prom-Night.

If we hadn't already been impressed by the resort, they did go the extra mile for their gala events, candle-lit tables for two, splendid menus, even above their normally high standard, plus a live band and singer. They played many slow romantic ballads like 'Lady in Red' that being very appropriate with Pip's choice of dress, though I didn't recall many of the other classic dance numbers as we held one another moving around the dance floor. When we sat out a few dances to take refreshments, Pip did seek out some friends, or they came to our table complimenting one another on their dresses or sharing whispered comments.

I had raved about her dress the moment I saw it, then several times since saying how she looked both elegant and sexy, during the evening we even swapped dance partners for a few numbers. While Jeff took Pip for a spin around the floor, I partnered with Hailey who seemed quite well versed with ballroom dancing, I suppose from numerous former visits to the resort with Jeff. There followed an interesting conversation...

“Pip is so pumped-up right now.”

“Yes she really loves this resort, we're having a great vacation.”

“Jesus, that's not what I meant, she's so pleased you're spending 'quality' time together, she soon cottoned-on Daddy-Daughter didn't mean playing on slides and roundabouts. After a few days she began asking questions, the sort of questions we wouldn't normally answer. She was smart enough to see what was happening, wanting practical advice about a few things that were until recently kinda hypothetical.”

I neither confirmed or denied anything, mostly listening, though Hailey was keen to show me she wore a red wristband inquiring if I knew it's significance. I said I did know about them, but I was only here to connect with my daughter and wouldn't expand my horizons despite a number of attractive girls like herself who were enough to tempt celibate monks to break their vows. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and afterwards we parted laughing.

I'd learned not to underestimate my little girl, her own innocent questions were maybe a smokescreen, or possibly a way to discover what pressed my buttons. Whatever the case I was happy with things as they were, leaving the rate of progress down to her, even more convinced that Pip wouldn't be going home a virgin. That hadn't been a certainty from day one, although I'd had high hopes I knew enough about Pip to think it lay in the cards.

It appeared we weren't the only couple enjoying their special dance evening, the live band and singer persuaded by the crowd to do a couple of extra numbers, going past the 10:30 finish time. Pip was so clingy on the way back to our room, the romantic atmosphere plus our earlier activities had only increased her level of horniness, as she whispered that she'd been afraid to sit down and spoil her dress because her pussy had become so wet.

Hearing that news my cock sprang from semi-wood to darned uncomfortable in seconds flat as we quickly hurried back to our room where I discovered she hadn't exaggerated, in that her panties were redolent with her juices. If a girl's body could be that prepared for a sexual encounter at her age, it made a mockery of the laws stating she wasn't supposedly ready for maybe another six years. Whatever the case I wasn't yet ready for that big step, but Pip began making tentative inquiries about if we could please one another at the same time. She obviously knew about soixante-neuf, or 69, but she was playing coy, pretending otherwise, waiting for me to introduce her to this interesting sexual development.

Not only yes, but hell YES! To have my baby girl suck my cock for a second time in one day was a no-brainer, that I could lick her tasty muffin at the same time only added to the experience. I needed a couple of pillows to save my neck muscles with Pip being so much shorter, but my angel soon began nursing on my cock while my tongue and fingers got busy toying with her juicy spilt peach.

Adventure holidays must be quite exhausting, because shortly after bringing me to a really great climax I dozed-off for a while, Pip happily sprawled in reverse above me floating on a cloud of endorphins herself, uncomplaining my tongue had ceased working it's magic. When we did eventually snuggle down to sleep Pip said she'd loved the 69, but my licking had made it hard for her to concentrate on sucking my cock. Quite frankly I'd found her slowed efforts had extended my own pleasure, while Pip had shuddered through several cums herself.

Day 7

We did the zip-line, they had a special harness arrangement so we could share the ride clipped together, Pip's screams ringing in my ears as we launched from the take-off point. Pip having decided she wanted to try everything the resort had to offer, we were now also signed-up for the water skiing the following day, so I'd likely get a good dunking when we tried that. We had both got a dunking that morning during one of the 'events' finding they had this fairground ducking-stool, where people threw balls at a target fixed to the release mechanism which then dropped the victim into a tank of water.

The more friends you'd made the longer the queue seemed to grow with people wanting to see you dislodged from the precarious perch. I'm not sure it was a good thing Pip and I had gained numerous friends since we'd arrived, but we valiantly returned fire when it was our turn to hit their targets. I did notice that Hailey and another girl with a red wristband found willing helpers besides their own father's to reapply their sunscreen lotion, Pip and I were happy to look after each other.

We rounded-off the day playing doubles tennis 'au naturel' well not quite, we did have our trainers and wristbands. It did seem a bit odd running about the court with my tackle out, no athletic support, whereas in an aquatic environment nudity felt instinctively the natural choice, maybe my inner nudist needed more practice. Seven days into our holiday and we were embracing the 'clothing optional' ethos, while sensibly avoiding sun exposure during those noontime hours where only the more seasoned sun worshippers remained naked.

As to the central underlying ethos of Haven resorts, Pip's own innate 'relationship radar' had kicked-up a gear, because on our shady midday forest walks, or other times we were alone Pip gave me a run-down on which girls she considered closet to their father's while also pointing out one girl who seemed to have had some sort of squabble with her dad.

When Pip later pointed out the girl she'd spoken about it was a 'white banded' newcomer, a couple which we hadn't really socialised with ourselves, but it was obvious he was trying his best to placate his sullen daughter regarding some issue. I could only imagine he must have pushed her towards a relationship too quickly, or one for which she herself felt no desire, this was an awful situation to be in. I sincerely hoped they were able to reconcile their differences and repair any rift which had occurred.

For my part everything in the garden was rosy, Pip and I growing closer by the minute, as we were more attuned to one another than at any time previously. When I used a phrase I hadn't spoken since Pip was four or five I got an immediate response.

“You're so gorgeous I could eat you up.”

“Oh! Yes please, but not at the poolside – the other girls will form a queue!”

Pip's confidence had also blossomed upon discovering she was a desirable young woman who could inspire visible male reactions - and satisfy them, therefore any shyness issues or inhibitions with regard to her comparative development had by now all disappeared.

We'd been talking a lot and I'd learned Pip's former insecurities were fairly commonplace among her many school-friends, but some merely hid it better than others. My daughter had taken me at my word, she now discussed anything and everything, letting me into the thoughts and anxieties of her own adolescent world.

I felt privileged becoming her confidant, telling her as much, even discussing my earliest sexual exploits, revealing that guys too had their own insecurities, which helped to bolster or reinforce her new-found self-assurance. Let's say I wasn't too surprised when we talked on returning to our room after the tennis match.

“Daddy when are we going to do it?”

“Do what honey-bunch?”

“You know what I'm talking about, when are we going to have sex?”

(I did not have sex with that girl... Oh no that was a former President!)

“Well Pip we have been making-out, and we've started to explore oral sex, have you really thought about what a really big step it is to go further than that?”

I wasn't so much dissuading Pip, merely suggesting she gave the situation a good deal of thought because she only had one 'first-time' so she needed to think clearly, and present reasoned arguments as to why this was the right moment, and why I was the right person with which to share this profound event.

The following conversation was remarkably calm, no adolescent histrionics, the acceptance of delayed gratification was something I associated with growing maturity, with Pip saying she was prepared to wait a few days, though she wasn't going to change her mind about choosing me to as the one for this sexual initiation. With a devilish gleam in her eye she suggested a refreshing shower, after which I was to cover her with the after-sun ointment.

Our conversations had generally become far more frequent, the subjects wide ranging, but my little girl had proved remarkably interested in growing-up, in particular with regard to anything that pertained to sex. She thought it amazingly funny the way us guys often had a name for our cock, or we considered they had a mind of their own, as in the expression thinking with his small head. Pip's nickname for my cock was Mr. Stiffy, talking about when he was awake or asleep, in fact she had conversations with my cock as she would with her dolls when she was younger.

Only recently since this closeness had developed had I had the opportunity to help Pip get undressed; then we both became virtual nudists, thus having scant opportunity to remove the few items that she did wear before taking our mutual showers. Knowing that Pip really loved the personal attention, I knew she would find occasions when she would want 'help' dressing or undressing, she would effectively become my own Barbie doll, though with so many additional and interesting working features.

Having delayed Pip's plans to be rid of her virgin status, she was doing her best to become more provocative – as if that were even possible, dropping things in the shower, bending at the waist to pick them up giving me enticing views of her juicy split peach, then talking to her new-found friend Mr. Stiffy telling him to be patient then smearing some of her own essential oils over the crown as if to say that's what you're missing. Was there some secret school where they taught womanly whiles, teasing for beginners, or teasing level five?

Pip was sending me a message in neon lights. She wanted this, and she wanted it soon!

I thought I'd been slowly and carefully leading my daughter towards this point, only to discover that she was the one firmly in the driving seat.

Rubbing the lotion into her slightly damp skin after our shower felt even more sensuous if that were possible, then Pip wanted to do my 'white bits' just the area normally within my bathing shorts. It felt great with her small hands massaging my backside, then even better when I turned over as Pip lavished my cock and balls with her undivided attention though she stopped short of bringing me off, leaving me horny for bedtime.

Dressed casually that evening for our meal, Pip disappeared looking for some friends the moment we entered the drinks lounge. I felt oddly alone amongst a sea of couples though soon I was joined by people we'd met thus far, the older hands having watched the dance between Pip and I, pleased to see our growing closeness. I noticed an unspoken look pass between the girls present, assuming it was another mass bathroom visit, only for one dad there warning me it looked like their girls were in conclave with Pip at the other side of the room. I began to wonder if I should be worried by this development, but then our group began discussing the Daddy-Daughter couple who'd turned sour, and apparently they even had some form of on-site counsellor who had intervened in a damage limitation mode so it maybe wouldn't all end-up in tears.

They didn't have tables bigger than six, so once the girls returned we split into two groups to eat at adjacent tables. While the girls tried to display their sophistication in more formal settings, in other ways they acted their age discussing a tweenage world of games, music, and those cultural references common to their peers. Music us dad's preferred was seen as prehistoric, although that music or older formed the dance tunes on their special gala evenings when they had live musicians which the girls enjoyed thinking it so romantic.

Whatever - Maybe my own thinking was becoming more attuned to that of my daughter.

I was now in the cast iron position of knowing Pip wanted to surrender her virginity to me, while I was the one putting on the brakes, I was also certain this had been the subject of discussion between Pip and her young cohort of female friends. Forming sexually intimate relations with Pip had been my goal, and this resort catered exclusively to Daddy-Daughter couples to achieve that end, also providing an ongoing sanctuary for like-minded people who could openly consort together without continually looking over their shoulders.

While nobody actually made love beside the pool, or in any readily accessible areas, I was certain it often happened within secluded locations around the resort. The close loving actions between couples in public areas weren't necessarily overt, though I could imagine the very widespread practice of applying sunscreen to naked adolescent girls would raise objections or even arrests around any regular holiday resort. Just as you wouldn't tell your buddies in the bar how many times a month you made love with your wife, everyone there would assume that it happened, and here it was generally the same, but how open wives - or daughters might be with their close friends was another matter entirely!

Even though Pip and I had progressed to everything short of penetrative sex, she was well aware that this couldn't be discussed with anyone outside our current setting. Any form of sexual intimacy between an adult guy and a legally underage girl would lead to an awfully long prison term without adding the element of incest. Unlike the dickhead who'd misread the possible willingness of his own daughter, I'd had high hopes from the beginning that Pip wouldn't go ballistic even if she hadn't yet been ready to explore a sexual relationship.

Was I being a dickhead myself in telling Pip to wait? A fortnight wasn't that long, therefore I needed to cement our new-found relationship and stop pissing about. I could imagine all her young friends had told her to either turn-up the heat or cut me off cold to help resolve the current delay to the program. Would they also have spoken about their own first-times with their respective father's - who could tell?

Pip got us roped into one of the games-evening's activities. Sort of organised chaos where we passed short sausage shaped balloons between team members holding them between our legs and waddling over to the next person transferring the balloon without using our hands. An interesting 'contact' sport as the little minxes tried pushing themselves against you to get a reaction other than just passing a balloon. I could see this would be popular with a teenage crowd, and arranged man-girl man-girl, I bumped into some of Pip's young

friends during the hilarious variety of games that evening.

The big guns came out once we'd returned to our room, with Pip's assertion that I might as well spend the night on the balcony or sofa if we weren't going to have new additional forms of fun in the bedroom. She had the 'reasoned arguments' covered too, stating that she would never find any guy who loved her more than me, that I would ensure that she had the best possible first-time, and that it would be cruel to promise her something then hold it away at arms length. She wasn't finished explaining she had technically passed into womanhood, was protected against pregnancy, and that girls years younger than herself were regularly and enjoyably engaging in full sexual relations.

Eleven year old Zhenya I could understand, but I was still trying to get my head around Kathy and Beth, although they appeared fully ensconced in a nudist and sexually liberated lifestyle, seemingly aware of how their older sister played with Daddy. Pip's final argument was the clincher, the probability we might have less opportunities at home to play around as mum might not approve. At the time I thought that was a thunderous understatement!

I'm only human, and resistance was futile, I had carefully engineered this situation for this very reason, then thought I was being noble in giving Pip thinking space which she clearly didn't want. Accepting the inevitable Pip dictated the terms of my surrender, being as we'd showered before dinner, I could have ten minutes in the bathroom, then it was her turn, and we would meet back at the bed for her deflowerment. I'm not sure if deflowerment is a word, but from close-up inspection neither my tongue or fingers had encountered signs of a hymen, most certainly lost to her athletic lifestyle.

I ran the razor across my face just to ensure there was no evening stubble to irritate her delicate skin, brushed my teeth, then put on a few dabs of her favourite cologne, back in the bedroom I stripped to my boxer shorts and waited. Pip had rushed past in the other direction carrying something, I assumed whatever it was she wanted to wear, and shortly I would have the pleasure of removing said garments.

Some minutes last far longer than others, but it was worth the wait, Pip in a pretty white nighty I hadn't seen previously, thin enough that I could see matching lacy panties below. I complimented her attire, though it didn't remain on for long, unwrapping my longed-for prize, using every trick in my arsenal to raise her level of excitement, kissing all of Pip's erogenous zones which I'd discovered during our playtimes to date. I ignored her appeals to hurry-up, wanting her thoroughly ready, her body fully attuned for this one time event.

Although I had a tube of KY gel ready in the bedside cabinet, from previous adventures in oral loving I knew that Pip's body responded well to sexual stimulation, making her very own special brand of feminine secretions in abundance once she became fully aroused. After three rolling orgasms there was little doubt both mind and body were prepared from the copious outpourings in evidence coating her engorged rosy labia. I neither wanted or needed any further stimulation myself, kissing, touching, and feasting on my special angel was plenty enough to prepare me for the delight to come.

I sat back on my haunches surveying my gorgeous nymphet, her skin radiant and glowing, her heart beating rapidly, looking wanton, her hair dishevelled, definitely ready.

Inching forwards between her spread thighs I lifted her legs over mine, raising her bottom from the bed, her wet centre splayed open from my oral attentions, now awaiting my hard straining cock.

“Please Daddy, do it, I want you inside me.”

No turning back, I didn't need to steady Pip, she was gripping the bed-cover so as not to retreat, urging me onwards as I swiped my cock-head up and down her wet narrow furrow to anoint the crown with her lubrication to join my own weeping pre-cum. Effectively we'd had a whole week of foreplay, the kissing, the whispering, even the questions, now I was at the gates of heaven; well a very small gate, but well oiled.

As I pushed Pip pushed back unafraid, determined, for a moment I worried, unfounded as my cock slowly eased forward, so slowly, I almost had to back away warning Pip there was no hurry, take her time to adjust. Pop! The head of my cock was inside my daughter, such a wonderful feeling, not because it was an amazingly tight young girl, but mainly because it was Pip who was willingly, actively, lovingly taking part.

Not quite the enigmatic Mona Lisa smile, but her face expressed a mixture of emotions as she looked alternately between my eyes and the junction of our bodies, my cock easing in and out slowly, her labia seemingly pushed inwards with each advance.

What a lucky man; bestowed this gift from my precious girl... she kept urging me on, little doubt that Pip was enjoying her first coupling, her heels finding purchase against my back as she tried to impale herself further onto my rigid spike. Two conflicting thoughts flowed around my head, wanting to concentrate on every moment of this special event, while at the same time thinking I should distract myself to last longer for Pip's sake.

Bottoming-out I was nudging her cervix, amazed that she had accepted most of my length not boasting I was some well-hung stud, but that on this first mating this had happened at all, expecting it might take several tries, then again I'd had no experience previously with any virgins. Thankfully my concerns were unfounded.

“Faster Daddy, deeper, yes, yes... Oh god!”

If I'd thought Pip was tight beforehand I was wrong, her tremendous orgasm caused the rippling of her powerful vaginal muscles which in turn set me off like a firecracker spurting ropes of cum into her snug passage providing additional lubrication, otherwise I might not have been able to move at all.

Done-in I slumped to one side dragging Pip with me not wishing to loose our connection, her flushed perspiring body slick, seeking her mouth, kissing, seeking reassurance that she felt okay, the tightness of her embrace clue enough as to her current feelings.

Pulling the comforter over us I reached out to switch off the lights.

“Thank-you Daddy”

“It's me that should be thanking you honey, that was truly amazing, you're truly amazing.”

Day 8

In the morning we were sticky, messy, almost glued together our combined fluids having mostly dried to our skin and staining the sheets. In any other resort hotel I imagine that would lead to an awkward situation, though here it must be like honeymoon central nearly every night of the week.

From then onwards we shared the bathroom other than taking a dump, Pip surprised and shy hearing of my fetish to watch her pee, and my willingness to help demonstrate the usefulness of a bidet for a sexually active young girl. Of course we also needed to shower together afterwards as well, laughing about some old quotation saying if sex wasn't messy then you weren't doing it right. We were both of the opinion we'd done it right!

Pip wanted breakfast that morning in the main dining room, seeing her various friends sat with their respective father's Pip's constant blush and nodding to these girls made it fairly obvious that our news was becoming widespread. Another virgin having bitten the dust, in fact my ears were feeling a little warm.

The eighth day of our vacation with Pip exultant that she had 'joined the club' in a manner of speaking, our special break past the halfway point, now her topic of conversation was on when we could make a future visit, craftily asking if she would get a yellow wristband next time round. These girls were without doubt sharing information, I should be thankful she hadn't asked about the red ones!

I enquired once again if Pip was feeling sore, or had any issues from our previous evening of 'new' activities, reminding her she'd booked us in for the water-skiing between 9:30 and 10:30. I was certain an hour for our first attempt would be plenty enough. Pip laughed at me saying she wasn't broken, merely broken-in which was entirely different, besides they had a nurse on site for any sort of problems. I hadn't known that, yet more evidence that these girls talked too much amongst themselves.

The pleasant stroll over to the water-skiing lake gave our breakfast time to settle, needless to say Pip didn't think my joke about a sloping lake was very amusing. We were both in a very good mood therefore my poor attempts at humour were forgiven. The young women hosting this sport weren't exactly Amazons, but they certainly looked fit and tanned from their activities, doing their morning stretches as we arrived, getting roped-in to join their callisthenics routine ourselves before starting with the safety briefing and water signals.

From our experience it was obvious they hired top-notch staff throughout, undoubtedly all these people also got paid an excellent salary for their discretion, this in turn was reflected in the membership cost and the booking fees. Effectively the hefty membership cost would be diluted the more holiday breaks you took over the course of any one year.

I would now give this some serious consideration, though of course I would also have to think about a family holiday too, though that would be at some regular resort destination.

Just like the other resort activities I was encouraged to help Pip with her buoyancy vest, it being my job to check all the straps, though I could see Vicky overseeing the operation as you could make quite a splash messing-up with this activity.

I was rubbish as expected, probably drinking more lake water than recommended whereas Pip starting off with Vicky on some double rig using oversize skis had a great time showing me up. I didn't mind at all because Pip took to it like a duck to water, not that I've seen ducks skiing anywhere. When our time was over we thanked the girls running the show, with Pip saying she would definitely be back during the week – with me as a spectator.

I hadn't given any thought to our return journey as we passed below the zip-line, further couples taking the fastest route to the lake area, less screaming towards the lower end of the run, probably through running out of breath. A detour leading us into the thicker area of woodland, Pip slowing beside one of the side trails stooping to look through the dense undergrowth then moving onwards. A hundred yards further on she repeated this action then to my surprise pulled me along the doglegged path, twisting a small post through 180° so that a red marker would now be visible to anybody looking from the main trail.

Well she hadn't read about this marker system like I had, the marker post was to indicate that a particular glade was occupied by people who wished to remain undisturbed!

The small glade of lush grass only had the one access path which was fairly well concealed and the purpose of the glade pretty obvious having a small locker with gel and wet-wipes, plus a latchable trash-can to prevent any local wildlife rifling though it's contents. Pip had in mind some alfresco entertainment, the kind up till now confined to our suite, in fact she desperately wanted to try oral sex outdoors; oral both ways. I was exceedingly happy with this plan, though I asked if this was because she was too sore for us to make love.

Blushing Pip did now admit to being the slightest bit tender, though she felt certain that by bedtime her pussy would want another playtime with Mr. Stiffy. Ostensibly the main reason for this request was because her new-found friends felt it very poor etiquette to leak their Daddy's spunk into any of the swimming-pools!

Okay I could live with that, I didn't really fancy swimming though another guy's jizz, even if it was well diluted. Although we were both embracing the clothing optional lifestyle that pervaded the resort, we generally wore a loose top and shorts when wandering about to sensibly moderate our sunbathing exposure. On the positive side undressing one another didn't take very long. A 69 might've been uncomfortable without supporting pillows, so I ate Pip first taking my time feasting on her remarkably juicy little muffin, teasing her as we writhed about in the dappled sunlight, the sound of birdsong as an accompaniment to the sounds of pleasure made by my own special woodland-nymph.

Pip had become more attuned to her own body and it's orgasmic capabilities during the past week, fortunately Pip relished the endorphins released from this shared sport, which she hadn't until now been able to achieve through solo masturbation. Soon she was crying uncle from my loving attentions and I held her snuggling together while she recovered her composure, at last feeling ready to reciprocate. Laying on my back Pip sat to my right then leaned over to lave my rampant shaft with her agile little tongue, licking from base to tip as one hand tickled by balls.

I felt like a Sultan or some potentate laying there being pleasured, reaching out to fondle her cute bum, shifting a little to gain better access, my fingers probing in between feeling the wetness on which I'd been feasting shortly before. I was living the dream, what in the past had been merely a fantasy had become reality. Gone were the constant questions as by now she felt confident enough to experiment for herself, trying differing techniques and noting which tricks produced the most favourable reactions. With due warning my spunk simply exploded into her willing mouth, our recent passionate incestuous emotions plus all the visual delights having caused my own hormones to ramp up a notch.

The wet-wipes enabled us to become presentable, my face feeling like a glazed doughnut, much like the area between Pip's thighs. The odour and evidence mostly removed we put on our few items of clothing before leaving our shady bower, twisting around the indicator post so others would know the location was once again available for their own activities. Somehow the morning seemed to have disappeared, so we ate lunch at the all-day buffet before deciding where to head for next. We settled on some indoor games which included a sort of arcade area before going outside for our daily swim.

We tended to avoid any of the pools during the middle of the day, though we inevitably spent either the morning or later afternoon periods at one of the resort's pools to socialise with a number of other guests, taking pot-luck regarding the organised or un-organised games which could spring up at a moments notice. The girls present having an impromptu game of Twister beside the pool was a particular visual delight for the fathers watching the contortions of naked nubile adolescent bodies.

The ad-lib entertainment had most of us fathers diving into the pool rather than lay on the poolside loungers at full mast, which caused the girls to laugh at the result of their games.

The entwined bodies proved just a little too erotic, I would have defied anyone not to rise to the occasion – Viagra not required!

The teasing nymphets showed some mercy when they packed the game-mat away, then we played ball games in the pool, with an actual beach-ball, not anything salacious aside from the issue most of us were naked. I'm unsure if any of our aquatic playmates noticed, but the new Daddy-Daughter couple who'd been in dispute walked past holding hands and exchanging the occasional kiss, the counselling session obviously having solved whatever problems that existed previously. Thinking how awful that could have been I was pleased they'd now reached some amicable settlement between them.

That night we made love for a second time after sharing a bath and some lengthy foreplay to ensure Pip was sufficiently prepared, this time Pip playing the cowgirl, able to control her rate of descent then setting her own rhythm. When I say cowgirl, she had started-off riding my face, then moved southwards to pleasure herself on a second appendage having already made frequent use of my tongue during our holiday.

Making love with my daughter seemed incomparable therefore I could see why the resort was so successful despite it's almost invisible status, or maybe because it was so discreet, in allowing like-minded people to enjoy their illicit pleasures. I'd began ruminating how Pip and I might find 'personal times' together once we returned home, thinking of what new activities we could share, or new pastimes that might regularly see Mary spend time away from the house to further that cause.

Needless to say the Genie was out of the bottle and Pip would have us returning to our room or our shady glade as often as I could raise wood given half a chance. I could never previously imagine a situation where any guy might say he was having too-much sex!

Throughout the rest of our break it became a source of humour, Pip having discovered for herself that men had their limitations. Having many staggered vacation dates some of the friendly people we'd met left for home, while new people arrived as the resort got busier towards the generally accepted time for the beginning of the schools summer holiday.

Although I hadn't exchanged contact information with anyone, it seemed the girls had an extensive communications network speaking together on their favoured media platforms. Pip assured me they maintained a code of discretion in what they said openly over these various media channels, being savvy enough to be aware that many supposedly secure systems were subject to flaws or hacking issues.

I could go on to describe our various sexual escapades throughout the remainder of that first holiday, but you'd probably become jealous, instead I should move on towards the unexpected conclusion of my tale.

Mary was delighted that Pip and I had such a wonderful opportunity to draw closer, our return journey home giving me time to recharge my batteries, so I was able to make love with my wife with the respectable gusto of a guy who'd apparently been going without for the past fortnight! As if to answer our prayers Mary told us that she'd joined a local book club with weekly evening meetings to discuss whatever books they were currently reading.

She said as some of the women liked to meet beforehand for a meal first, Pip and I could have a Daddy-Daughter pizza evening together every Friday night. YES!!

Somehow our clandestine Friday night pizza evenings became a fixed point on the calender, the word 'pizza' was almost code between Pip and myself for having sex, though our loving encounters were more than merely just sex, they were a continuation of our bonding experience. Of course we both wanted to return to Haven Holidays resort so Mary raising the topic was an unexpected surprise, but she said having paid the membership we might as well try to use the resort whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Trying to be fair I suggested we should also look at having a family vacation too, but Mary seemed happy with a week at one of the major Orlando theme parks, saying any longer might get boring for Pip who was practically a teenager. If anything she encouraged me to 'spoil my little girl for as long as it lasted' so I couldn't argue, discovering we could arrange a number of short breaks without cutting into her school timetable too often.

In business there's an axiom called the 'Peter Principle' whereby people are promoted from one post to another until they reach their own limits, thus finding themselves in a position for which they're under-qualified. I had been more than ready for my own promotion, but that wasn't so for one of my work colleagues who ended up having a mental breakdown.

I felt for the guy and his family, but it wasn't like I really knew him that well. The outcome being that the Board of Directors were in a fix, and I was asked if I could run two entire regions pro-tem until they solved their recruitment issue. I was offered a massive bonus, though I being in sales I haggled, accepting a slightly smaller bonus in lieu of additional vacation time, stating I wouldn't take more than two consecutive weeks in one go, and I'd train-up a few deputies among my staff so the company would have a stronger workforce.

That situation continued for almost a year before they found someone to cover those extra duties I'd assumed, although I ended-up retaining the bonus and extra vacation time as it was decided by the powers that be that yours truly would be filling the next vacancy on the Board of Directors in five or six years time. How could things in my life get any better, or was I waiting for a shoe to drop?

By the time Pip was nearing seventeen she was the prettiest girl in her school; okay call me biased but I'm her father. Many of her school-friends were going steady or whatever they call it these days, while Pip tended to go out on group activities as she didn't really want or need a boyfriend from an emotional or sexual standpoint. For a while she played the 'beard' for a guy in her class who couldn't face 'coming-out' although being gay wasn't the issue it had been in former generations. They effectively covered for one another, but when his family moved, Pip was seen as being free and single once again.

Pip and I were managing five or even six Daddy-Daughter vacations a year, to celebrate her seventeenth birthday I received her last cherry, the one centred upon her little brown star. I was never big into anal sex, but I felt honoured by the offer and couldn't refuse. During all the intervening time since that first Haven Holidays vacation, Pip and I managed a full-on sexual relationship, meanwhile Mary had found additional activities giving Pip and I further opportunities to make love at home on a regular basis.

Of course at the Haven Holidays resort we were now considered upper echelon members being such regular attendees, and through her network Pip would tell me who was likely to be there each time we booked-up. We didn't change to red wristbands and nobody had made overtures towards us on that count, those people were just an accepted sub-set of our friendly group of vacationers.

You've heard the old saying – There are none so blind as those who will not see.

There were two intelligent females in my household, Mary's successful part-time enterprise

took brains, and our daughter's grades always put her in the top five of all her subjects, it seemed I was the only one without a lick of sense, unable to see the wood for the trees.

I checked, I didn't have a ring through my nose, maybe it was located elsewhere, anyway it was over a couple of months since our last Daddy-Daughter vacation, so I was thinking about another trip when Pip rushed from the breakfast counter to the nearest WC where I heard the sound of retching. I was immediately concerned asking Mary what Pip could've eaten that would've had such a sudden gastric upset.

“Darling don't be concerned, it's nothing she's eaten, this came via a different route all together, it's quite normal at this stage.... she's going to give us a second daughter.”

I'd never fainted before, good job my heart works okay.

All's well that ends well, we convinced our friends, neighbours, and the authorities that it was the result of a date-rape drug at some wild party full of out-of-town guys Pip didn't know. We aren't religious, but made it plain we didn't hold with termination, therefore as a family we would support our daughter and bring up the child ourselves.

With Pip as a new mother, and past the Haven Resort age limit, I didn't renew my annual membership, though Pip still 'talks' with that crowd from that time. Strangely enough they allowed both Mary and I to attend the birth of baby Angela, and life carried on, though not as before. I now openly visit Pip's bedroom alternating between Mary or Pip at their will.

I made the Board of Directors as promised; yes I'm now the sales Director though I won't tell you which company, meanwhile Pip lives at home helping with Mary's business and our little Angela grows like a weed, sure to be tall and willowy like her mother. Mary and I had always been grandma and grandpa until just after her eighth birthday, then it was decided she was old enough to be told the real story about how sad grandma had been having only one baby, and about their plot to fool granddad, who was in fact her secret daddy.

I doted on Angela every bit as much as I did Pip, therefore we were very close, and from then on at home grandpa got shortened to Pa, and life carried on as before, though with my Directors salary I treated the family to a large in-ground pool to celebrate the summer when Angela turned ten.

I thought our story ended there....

but Mary and Pip just announced they've just renewed my Haven Resort membership!!

The End?