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 �>�Babysitting Little Lisa By Lasiter

   Part 9 - Naughty Grandkids By Lasiter

   No one bothered to get dressed after the Slip-N-Slide.  It wasn't just
topless now, but total nudity, and it was only Monday.  I tried not to gawk
and lech over my nine-year-old granddaughter, but damn, she was just so
pretty and comfortable being nude.  And being nude with her nude
grandfather didn't dampen her affectionate demeanor.  Now instead of just
having Lisa curled up naked with me in one of my two Lazy-Boys, I had
Meagan skin-to-skin too, with one on each side.  It was a struggle to keep
my hands from wandering off of their backs. When it was time for Lisa to go
home, Staci appeared in the house unannounced, finding a houseful of
nudies. She had let herself in with the spare key she had purloined from
under my front door mat some weeks before. "My, my," she said with a
knowing grin, "gone native have we?" "Uh, long story," I said. "I bet," she
laughed, "you dirty old man." I made introductions.  Neither Jeff nor
Meagan seemed to be embarrassed in the least about their lack of clothes.
Staci gathered up Lisa and put some clothes on her for the walk home across
my lawn. With Lisa gone until the morning, I told my charges to get
dressed. "We're going out to eat," I informed them.  They were happy to get
dressed, or rather happy to be going out to eat.  Returning home after
eating, they were just as happy to get undressed again.  I didn't want them
to feel out of place or anything, so... We watched a movie I'd picked up
from a Red Box.  It was a typical modern action movie with over the top
special effects, gravity defying leaps and bounds, and with an equally
implausible plot line.  The kids enjoyed it, even if I found it ridiculous
and tedious.  After the movie it was off to bed, with each in their own
bed.

   *****

   Tuesday morning, as I was coming out of my bedroom, Jeff was coming out
of his sister's room.  Whatever he was up to, he looked surprised to see me
and looked guilty as hell.  Did he sleep with her?  I didn't want to know.
Then again... Both kids were up when Lisa arrived.  None of us had bothered
to dress.  As soon as she came in, off went the sundress.  Staci, dressed
for work, looked a bit out of place. "Bill, could I speak to you for a
moment?" Lisa's mother asked. Stepping up to her I replied, "Sure!  What's
up, Toots?" "This will be in a moment," she said taking my cock in her
hand. "Damn, I wish I could stay and play with you guys today." "We won't
be playing those kinds of games," I said hoping the kids couldn't see what
she was doing. "If you say so, Daddy." She fondled me for another half
minute or so, getting a rise out of me.  Letting go of my now stiff prong,
the prick tease laughed and said, "Well, have fun anyway, big boy," then
she turned and left me with three kids and a massive woodie. "Poppa! 
What's for breakfast?" Meagan called out.  "Be there in a minute," I called
back over my shoulder as I tried to will my unruly prick down.  To my
consternation, my dick was having nothing to do with that and remained
fully inflated. "Poppa!  Can we have waffles?" Meagan then asked. Waffles?
"No, sweetie, not today." I didn't add, not ever...  too much work. My
grandson piled on asking, "Can I have some ice cream?" "No!" "Okay, I'll
get it," Jeff added to goad me.  "I'm hungry!" 'Oh, fuck it,' I muttered
giving up on returning to a flaccid state before turning around. "Poppa's
got a hard-on!" Jeff gleefully noted as I walked into the kitchen. "And
it's a big one too!" laughed Meagan. "He's like that a lot," Lisa
unhelpfully added. "Really?" "Yeah, he's always like that," Lisa
pronounced. "Alright, knock it off," I demanded.  "It's not like any of you
haven't seen a man with an erection before." "Not one that big!" Meagan
laughed. "Hey, we've seen bigger," Jeff said coming to my defense in a
manner of speaking. "I said knock it off!  Now, who wants cereal for
breakfast?" Thankfully they all raised their hands, so I pulled out the
Fruit Loops and Coco Puffs, the milk and a couple of hard boiled eggs for
me. I let the kids put on a cartoon show, and the three of them, naked as
Jaybirds, lay on their tummies in front of the TV and for the next hour or
more, watching the worst cartoons I'd ever seen.  Whatever happened to
Mickey Mouse or Daffy Duck?  Don't they make anything as good as Rocky and
Bullwinkle anymore?  Heck, I would have settled for The Raccoons.  But at
least they were entertained. After watching really bad cartoons for awhile,
Meagan and Lisa retired to the back to play dolls.  Jeff went back to
playing a game on his tablet.  Me, I took the opportunity to read my book.
I feed them all lunch, then put Lisa down for a nap.  Things were quiet for
a half hour or so, before Jeff began picking on his younger sister...  or
maybe Meagan was annoying him.  Whatever, they started to make a ruckus and
in the process woke Lisa up.  She should have napped for at least another
half hour, but once she was up, she was up and ready to play.  So I let
them play while I caught ten or so winks. When I woke, it was quiet.  Very
quiet.  Too quiet.  I got up to investigate.  I looked first out the
kitchen window, but they weren't out in the backyard.  I then went down the
hallway to the bedrooms.  My door and Meagan's door were open and the rooms
empty.  Jeff's door, however, was closed.  Over the years I had had some
foundation issues with the house; nothing severe, but Jeff's door closed,
but wouldn't latch properly.  I pushed on it and it swung open. I was
stunned as I stood in the open doorway looking in.  All three kids were on
the bed.  Jeff was lying on his back, hands behind his head.  Meagan sat
next to him at the hip with her feet tucked under her butt.  Lisa... 
Lisa's head was buried in Jeff's lap.  I watched for a moment to be sure of
what I was seeing. "Lisa!  What are you doing?" Jeff and Meagan, both
snapped their heads around to me, both clearly concerned being caught like
that.  Lisa, lifted her head, letting Jeff's stiff prick slip from her
mouth.  "Noogies, Granpa.  Noogies," the little girl replied to my
question.

   ***

   I think here I need to translate.  Early on when I began looking after
Lisa while her parents were at work, she had asked me several times for me
to give her a "noogie".  I've always understood a noogie to mean rubbing
your knuckles on someone's head.  I gave my boys noogies when they were
growing up, as a mild punishment for doing something knuckleheaded.  They
hated it, but the offenses needed discouragement, but not "punishment". 
Punishment, that was reserved for more serious offenses and could include a
range of unpleasantries from time out, to grounding, to a measured
spanking. After being asked several times, I finally gave her one. "Owww!"
she cried.  "You're being mean!" After which she ran off and avoided me for
a while.  Turns out that when she asked for a noogie, she wasn't asking for
a "noogie", but for oral sex.  It was the term her parents had taught her,
much like thingie, or kitten, so that if she said it in public, it could be
easily explained away.

   ***

   "Well, cut it out!" I barked.  Of course she'd already cut it out by
emptying her mouth of my grandson's penis to answer me.  Trouble was, I was
more aroused than outraged.  I was used to Lisa or her mother getting my
rocks off at least once a day, but since Jeff and Meagan arrived four days
before, I had been celibate.  With my cock fully erect, I ordered her to,
"Come with me!" Thinking back on it after the fact, the double entendre was
quite á propos. Lisa hopped up from the bed and followed me to my bedroom
and master bath. "Noogie, Granpa?  Noogie?" she asked smiling while taking
my hard prick in her little hand.  I should have said no, and I wanted to,
but I didn't, or at least not in time to prevent what happened next. "Oh,
fuck," I muttered as she slid her little lips over the head of my needy
cock.  And just as she did, I caught a movement out of the corner of my
eye. It was my nine-year-old granddaughter, Meagan, standing in the open
door of my bathroom, her hand at her mouth stifling her giggles as she
watched her Poppa get a blowjob from the little girl next door.  As our
eyes met, she bolted from the door.  Me, my brain in idle, I just stood
there and let Lisa take me to completion.  Afterwards, I rationalized that
maybe Meagan hadn't really seen anything other than my bare ass, but I
really didn't believe it, as I didn't exactly have my back to her.  I also
had to wonder if Meagan was an active participant on her brother's bed or
if she was just an observer.  I didn't know and I wasn't about to ask. 
Best if some things are left unrevealed.  Still, the damage was done.  Way
to go, old man! I didn't say anything to the kids about the sex game they
had been playing while I was napping.  Jeff was rather sheepish at first,
but soon reverted to form, and like me, pretended that nothing had
happened. Meagan, she just grinned every time she saw me.  Lisa, I'm sure
it never occurred to her that something like sucking on Jeff's dick might
not be appropriate.

   *****

   After Lisa went home with her mama, I took my grandkids out for tacos
and then to the batting cages at a nearby sports facility so they could
practice their swings, as they were both enthusiastic about the upcoming
fall baseball/softball season.  Back home they wasted no time in getting
naked, whereas I kept my shorts on.  We were watching some show on PBS
about some Egyptian Pharaoh when Meagan came and sat on my knee.  I began
to bounce her on my knee like I'd done for years, the only difference was
that there was nothing between my bare leg and her bare pussy.  Before
long, a soft smacking noise arose as her pussy became wet.  Her legs began
flopping about and it seemed to me that she'd soon fall off if I didn't
stabilize her, so I held her by the hips. Wondering if she was getting off
on this, I got my answer when she suddenly lurched back against me and
tried to curl her legs up.  Her honey blond hair was matted and stuck to
her wet forehead, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she made little mewing
sounds.  I'd gotten her off, that's for sure...  now what? I held her to
me, my hands about her tummy.  I dared not move them lest one of them
somehow wound up between her legs.  With her legs splayed apart around my
thigh, it would have been so easy.  Looking down her nakedness, I said to
myself, 'Yes, you do suck off your brother.  Don't you, darling?  Who else
do you suck off?' As soon as I had asked that question to myself, I wished
I hadn't.  Surely Eric and her didn't...  didn't do what Lisa and her daddy
did, or did they?  No matter, my own cock was as hard as it could be and a
big wet spot had formed on the front of my kaki cargo shorts.  A hand which
I had controlled so well up until then, ventured lower and onto her smooth
bald pubic mound.  Realizing where my hand was and determined not to do
anymore than I already had, I moved my wayward hand back up to her tummy
and away from her wet pussy.  She moaned a little as I repositioned her so
that she wasn't straddling my leg and her pussy wasn't open.  It was just
too tempting otherwise.  Now I had her just lying back against me as she
sat in my lap, the bulge of my hard cock nestling in her butt crack.  I
wondered if she noticed. To keep my wayward hands from straying too low
again, I anchored one with my middle finger stuck in her deep navel and the
other much higher up.  As I moved my free hand higher, it brushed across
her nipple.  It was hard and pronounced, and my finger kept brushing across
it.  She didn't seem to mind, so I saw no reason to stop.  Like her mother,
Meagan was gifted in the nipple department.  Her nipples were a sight to
behold, raised and puffy with a thick stiff nip; you could almost imagine
them being proto tits, and I guess they were. Her mother, my
daughter-in-law, Paula, had a magnificent rack.  My wife was at first
critical of the way Paula flaunted her tits, but I rather enjoyed the view.
She always seemed to wear tight fitting and low cut blouses that showed a
lot of cleavage and that emphasized her ample endowment.  She also seldom
wore a bra, so her big nipples were always prominently displayed.  To
assuage my scandalized wife, I made a comment about Paula to my son, Eric.
"She's got killer tits, eh, Dad?" he replied with a grin.  Well, if he was
fine with it, what business was it of mine, not that I minded.  Thankfully,
my wife tactfully accepted Paula dress and that was that.  Now as I idly
and almost absentmindedly played with the daughter's rubbery engorged
nipple, I wondered if in a few short years if she'd be as spectacularly
endowed as her mother was. The Egyptian Pharaoh over, Jeff got up off the
floor.  I stopped rubbing Meagan's nipple.  "I'm off to bed, Poppa," he
said with a smirk.  The way he looked at me, I knew he thought I was up to
something with his younger sister and he wasn't far off the mark. "Good
idea," I replied softly as I rose from chair with Meagan in my arms. 
"She's been asleep for awhile now," I added in a whisper. Jeff nodded and
continued on to his bedroom with me behind him carrying his naked sister to
her bed.  She hardly stirred as I eased her into bed and covered her with a
sheet and a light blanket.  With the kids down and knowing it would most
likely be a hectic day tomorrow, I too, made my way to bed.

   *****

   I was having a wonderful dream.  I was naked and Staci from next door
was fondling my cock.  As so often happens in dreams, Staci somehow morphed
into my late wife, who morphed into...  I woke up.  It wasn't a dream.  I
was being fondled.  At first I really did suspect that Staci had snuck into
the house and into my bed.  It wouldn't have been the first time, but the
hand was all wrong; much too small.  Then I thought it was Lisa somehow,
but Lisa's hand was much smaller.  It took me several moments to realize
just who it was playing with my cock.  Meagan! Lying on top of the covers,
I didn't do anything, like telling her to stop it.  Indeed, I didn't say a
thing and pretended to be still sleeping, but I couldn't remain silent for
very long. "Oh, that feels so nice, baby," somehow escaped my lips, blowing
my cover. Meagan pulled her hand away and looked up at me for a second
before taking me into her hand again.  Me, I was so close to cumming that I
was immobilized to do anything but let it happen.  My eyes squeezed shut
and I groaned, "Ugghhh," as the first pulse shot from my dick into my
granddaughter's hand.  That was quickly followed by the second and third
pulses which splattered my chest and tummy, as I was carried away into that
place where only the sensations radiating from my cock mattered.  My moans
faded as the last weaker pulses forced the dregs of my orgasm into her
still milking fingers.  She continued fondling me even as I began to go
soft.  I let her continue lovingly caress my happy organ, as she wasn't
torturing the head of my now very sensitive cock.  I think it was at that
point that I realized she knew exactly what she was doing.  Yes, she'd done
this before. As my senses began to come back, I realized the enormity of
what had happened and was still happening.  Gently I pushed her hand off my
dick.  "Sweetheart, you shouldn't have done that," I said softly. "You
didn't like it, Poppa?" "I, uh...  well, yes, I liked it.  I liked it very
much, but...you shouldn't have done that with me." "Lisa says you like it a
lot when she does it to you." "Well, err...  yes, I do like it, but that
doesn't make it right." In the dim light I couldn't make out her
expression. There was a pause, then she said, "Do you hate me now?  You do,
don't you?" "No!  Not at all!  I love you very much, baby.  It's just that,
I'm your grandfather, and..." "You like Lisa more than me?" "No!  I don't
just like you, I love you." "But you like Lisa more?" "No!" "Then why is
okay for her to do that and not me?" "It's, uh...  You just surprised me,
that's all" I paused trying to think where I should take this.  Certainly
what was done couldn't be undone.  What I came up with was to ask, "Where
did you learn to do that?" "At camp." "Camp?  What camp?" "It's really not
a camp, but most people do camp there.  The older kids...  they make us
younger kids do things.  But I don't mind.  It's fun." "Do things?  What
kind of camp is this?" "It's called Eden Valley and no one wears any
clothes...  ever." "A nudist camp?" "It's not really a camp, but a resort.
We go there all the time." "We, as in your parents take you?" "They take
Jeff too.  But please don't tell Mom and Daddy that I told you, because I'm
not supposed to tell you." "Your parents take you and Jeff to a nudist
resort?  That explains a lot." "Yeah, it's lots of fun." "When did they
start this?" I pressed. "Going to Eden Valley?  Forever.  I don't remember
a time when we didn't go, but I'm not supposed to talk about it.  I'll get
in big trouble if Mom and Daddy find out that I blabbed.  It's supposed to
be secret.  Not even my best friend, Jenny, knows about that." My curiosity
was up, but I wasn't sure if I should purse it, so I was silent for a long
moment.  "Do you want me to go to my room now?" she added.  "No, but you'd
better go get a towel from my bathroom." "Okay," she said and slipped naked
from my bed.  A minute later she climbed back in bed with me.  I took the
hand towel from her and wiped myself, then wiped her hand. "Any get on
you?" "A little, but I wiped it off already.  You squirt a lot, Poppa." "I
do?" "Yeah." She then began to slip from my bed again. "Where are you
going?" "To my room," she answered. "No, stay a while. "Uh, do me a favor,
Meagan," I said as I rolled unto my stomach, "and scratch my back." I loved
having my back scratched and didn't get that simple pleasure since my dear
wife had passed.  I tried to get Lisa to do it, and she would, for about
fifteen seconds, and then she'd be distracted into doing something else. 
To my delight, Meagan turned out to be a good back scratcher and went at it
gently, but with purpose, covering my entire upper back, lower back and
even my buttocks.  What a treat! After five minutes or so I was ready to
fade away when she asked, "Can I sleep with you, Poppa?" "Scratch my back
like that and you can sleep with me every night.  But, I have to warn you,
I snore a lot." "Yeah, I could hear you from my room." She stopped
scratching and I rolled onto my back.  With that she cuddled up to me in
the crook of my arm, but not before giving me a goodnight kiss on the lips.
As my hand wandered aimlessly over her bare butt, I had to think about what
had just happened and what she had told me.  She hadn't come right out and
said it, but, yeah, if the older kids made her do things, she probably
sucked off a lot of boys at camp, including her brother.  And since when
was Eric and Paula going to nudist camps?  I wasn't shocked about this.  I
was just curious.  They had every right to raise their kids the way they
wanted to raise them; it was for me to accept it.  I had studied up on
nudism when my boys were quite young.  Places like this Eden Valley were
supposed to be strictly hands off with no outward sexual displays
tolerated. But kids will be kids and I suppose running about naked in the
woods and out of sight, there would be plenty of opportunities for kids to
get into mischief.  Still, I had to wonder if Eric and Paula knew what went
on between the kids at that place, and concluded that there was no way that
they knew any of it.  What I did know was that I needed to be a responsible
adult and have a talk with my son and his wife about it.  But if I did, how
would I explain to them what had just happened between me and Meagan? 
Maybe I shouldn't say anything and just pretend that I knew nothing about
their life style.  For a long time I was awake thinking about these things.
But I did fall back asleep.

   *****

   "Hey, Poppa!  Poppa!" It was early Wednesday morning. Groggily I opened
my eyes and saw Jeff standing by the bed.  He was, of course, undressed.
"Lisa's here," he said nodding towards the door. I looked and there was
Lisa and her mom standing in the doorway.  It was then that I realized that
Meagan was sleeping with me and that her hand was on my hard dick. I rose,
careful not to wake my still sleeping granddaughter.  "Uh, she had a bad
dream last night," I offered up to Staci. "Yeah, I'm sure," Staci mused
with a knowing grin.  She then added, "You've got quite a harem going
here." I held up my hands in protest, but didn't verbally defend myself. 
"Just leave some for me, Daddy," she added with a playful swat at my
morning wood.  "Tonight?  Please?" "How about right now?" I countered as I
pushed her back into the hallway and into Meagan's bedroom, closing and
locking the door behind me.  "Don't mess up my hair or my makeup," she said
with a grin before reaching under her skirt and pulling off her panties.  A
moment later I had her pushed up against the door, holding her open with
one hand behind her knee, my cock searching out her snatch.  My aim, as
blind as it was, was pretty good and my cock slid up inside her on the
first try.  'Thump!  Thump!  Thump!' filled the room as I pumped furiously
into her.  Of course the same sounds could be heard on the other side of
the door, but I didn't consider that as I fucked Lisa's slutty mother.  And
a good fun fuck she was. Within minutes I was sperming her wanton cunt and
we were done.  Nonchalantly, she put her panties back on and we stepped out
of the room.  All three kids were there waiting for us with knowing grins.
Staci, on her way out, made a detour to the bathroom, where she stuffed a
wad of toilet paper in her panties to absorb my leaking semen.  Then with a
shameless, "Thank you, Daddy," she was gone to work.  The three kids had
followed me into the living room as I showed Staci the way out.  I turned
and the three of them were still grinning, with Jeff making a circle with
his thumb and index finger and plunging away into the hole with the finger
of his other hand. "Knock it off, you three," I growled. "How come your
dick is all wet, Poppa?" my incorrigible grandson asked while stifling a
laugh.  I think for the first time in how many years, my face grew hot.

   *****

   After breakfast, I had the kids put on their bathing suits, tops and
all, and took them to the water park.  Jeff and Meagan had a blast doing
all the fun water slides.  Lisa was much too young for that, so we spent
most of the day in the kiddie section playing in the shallow water.  Lisa
could and did go with us when we all took a slide in what amounted to a
blowup kiddie pool.  Too lame for my grandkids, but Lisa liked that, liked
it a lot.  She damned near wore me out trudging up the stairs over and over
to take the slide back down. Watching how much fun the three of them were
having, it struck me how they acted so normally.  They were, after all,
kids, and never once did Lisa try to take her swim suit off.

   *****

   We got home late in the afternoon, and once we were all settled in and
out of our still damp bathing suits, we all took a nap together in my bed.
Nothing happened, at least while I was there and the kids slept a long
time, especially Lisa and Meagan. I had hamburgers patties made up and
ready for the grill.  Everyone was up and refreshed when Mike came by to
retrieve Lisa after work.  I tried to hold him at the door, but he wasn't
having any of that, saying, "Staci has to work late this evening," as he
pushed past me carrying a six pack of cold beer.  Pulling one out and
offering it to me, he said, "I thought you could use a beer." At that
moment Meagan walked into the living room with Lisa. "Daddy!  Daddy!" Lisa
squealed as she ran up and into Mike's arms.  Deftly he passed off the
remainder of the six pack to me without dropping her and brought her up for
a lip to lip kiss, his fingers delving into her butt crack as he did so.
Breaking his unfatherly kiss, he turned to my granddaughter.  "You must be,
Meagan.  I like your outfit, Meagan.  Or rather your lack of an outfit. 
You're very pretty." Meagan actually blushed at his forward remarks. 
"Lisa's told me so much about you, and how you like to play dolls with
her." "Uh, Meagan," I began, "this is Lisa's daddy, Mr.  Mike." "Nice to
meet you," she said in a small voice before darting off into the back.
Turning to me he quipped, "Nice butt!" "Off limits, Mike," I told him.
"Okay, but I can look, can't I?" He sat Lisa down and with a playful swat
to her bare butt told her, "Go play with Meagan, baby." Lisa, always
compliant except when it came to keeping her clothes on, scampered off into
the back in search of Meagan. Jeff made his appearance from the kitchen. 
"Jeff, this is Lisa's father, Mr.  Mike." "Hi," my naked grandson said with
a weak wave of the hand. "Good looking boy," Mike said to me.  "How old is
he?" "Eleven." "Does he screw her?" "Lisa?" "Yes, Lisa.  Meagan too," he
said raising his eyebrows. "No!" "But he lets her blow him," he pressed.
"Mike..." "Hey, I heard all about it.  From Lisa.  She's had fun playing
with your grandkids.  "So...  how come you haven't told me?" "Mike, I
really didn't see anything," I lied.  "They were all on Jeff's bed and I
walked in." "And...." "And what?" I dodged. "What were they doing?"
"Nothing.  They were just on the bed," I falsely reaffirmed. "That's not
what I hear," he tells me with a disbelieving gimme-a-break look..  "Look,
I don't care if she sucks his dick," Mike continued.  "No harm done, but
don't hide stuff from me.  The only thing I demand is that he doesn't hurt
her.  I won't tolerate that, but if they want to mess around playing,
that's fine with me.  "You been making any videos this week?" he asked
changing the subject somewhat. "No, I haven't." That was a truthful
statement. "You should.  I'd love to see them, especially if it's Lisa with
your grandkids." He leans into me and in a low voice says, "I hear your
girl likes little girls.  Love to see that, wouldn't you?" I didn't know
what to say. I wanted to be rid of him, but he persisted in hanging around.
We were outside by the grill where I slapped on six burgers and a couple of
hot dogs, planning to cook some extras to reheat for lunch the next day. 
That's when he asks if I had enough for him too.  What could I say?  Beat
it?  Go home?  Hell, I was drinking his beer and I was loathe to be so
impolite as to run his ass off.  Maybe I should have. So I'm grilling the
burgers and scorching the dogs and he tugs at the front of my cargo shorts.
"You're a bit over dressed, aren't you?" he says. "Even if the kids are
naked, I don't think it's appropriate to go about naked in front of the
kids," I replied annoyed. "That's not what I hear." "Oh, really?  Just what
do you hear?" "That you let it all hang out," he laughed. "Not always," I
dourly replied.  Just about then the three kids came outside. "Hey, Lisa,
baby.  Your Granpa and I want to see you give Jeff a noogie." "Mike!" I
protested. "Kay," Lisa replied. I tried to put a stop to it, I really did,
but Lisa quickly turned into Jeff and...  Jeff's eyes got really big.  I
thought that Meagan might be surprised at what Lisa was so openly doing,
but she just giggled.  Turning to the little girl's depraved father I
urged, "Mike, make her stop.  Make her stop right now." He ignored me and
called to Jeff, "Jeff, do you want her to stop?" Jeff shook his head, then
grabbed her by the back of her head and held her to him. "Yeah, suck his
dick, baby," Mike laughed. Turning back to me he says, "Is this a great
show or what?  Where's your fucking video camera, Bill?  Damn, that's hot."
"Keep your pants on, Mike or cut your balls off," I growled thinking how
would I ever explain this to Eric and Paula if it should come out? He
replied, "You're burning the burgers." Sure enough I had a huge grease
flair up and needed to tend to that.  By the time I had that under control,
Jeff was face fucking her as he was nutting Lisa's mouth.  A moment later,
he was pushing her away, a long strand of goo momentarily connected her
lips to his prick before it broke and swung down her chin.  "Kids.  I want
you all to go inside.  Now!" Mike pipes up, "Lisa, be sure and give Meagan
a noogie too." "Kay," she replied. "Lisa, no!" I nearly shouted.  "Jeff,
Meagan, inside!  Lisa, you stay here." My kids disappeared, but watched
from the backdoor window.  I turned to Mike.  "I really think you need to
go.  And take Lisa with you." "We haven't eaten yet," he protested. "Eat at
home!" "My, aren't we testy," he replied.  With that he took Lisa by the
hand, went inside, got his beer and dragged her home.  It wasn't until he
was gone for a minute or so and the hackles on the back of my neck had
subsided that I realized that he had dragged his little girl home across
our front lawns without a stitch of clothing.  I could only hope that no
one saw them; something else to worry on.



   Part 10 - Meagan Treats

   It was a rather strained dinner Wednesday night after Mike had taken
Lisa home.  After all, what was I supposed to say to the kids?  That Lisa's
dad was crazy?  As for the kids, they knew I was angry, not at them, but at
Mike, but still chose not to poke the bear.  Even so, by the time we had
consumed our burgers, they were back to chatting away, talking about how
much fun we all had at the water park that day.  We did have fun, and with
them gleefully reliving it for me, they brightened my mood considerably.
Clean up was a snap after dinner, with the kids pitching in and clearing
the table of the paper plates and plastic cups while I washed up the few
utensils we used.  "You still mad, Poppa?" Meagan asked as I put away the
grilling spatula.  "No, not now, and I was never mad with either you or
Jeff.  Lisa's dad can be so...  -�I'm sorry you had to see that." "We
thought it was pretty funny." "You can't ever tell anyone what happened."
"I know.  I know," she assured.  She stepped up to me and looked up at me.
"Poppa..." "Yes, baby." "It kind of, kind of makes me and Jeff a little
uncomfortable that you're dressed and we're not." She put her hands on the
button of my shorts.  "It makes us feel like we're doing something wrong."
"You're not doing anything wrong, baby." She deftly popped the button open.
Zip!  Down went the zipper and gravity did the rest.  "There, are you happy
now?" I said kicking my ankles free.  She grinned and nodded her approval.
She glanced down at my droopy pecker.  For a moment I thought she might
take it in hand, but she just looked up grinning. "Hey, Meagan!" her
brother shouted from the family room.  "Which movie do you want to see?" he
asked holding up the handful of DVD's I'd gotten from Red Box.  Turning and
walking away from me she answered, "I don't care.  You pick it out, but
nothing stupid, okay?" I wasn't sure which DVD she was referring to.  I
thought they would both like them all, even if I didn't. "Okay," he replied
dropping all but one on the coffee table and heading over to the DVD
player. They both took up position on the sofa with a large gap between
them.  I don't know if the gap was left for me or not, but I went and
plopped down in my Lazy-Boy.  The movie began playing, just what I don't
remember.  But a half hour or so into the flick, Meagan came over and got
into my lap. She settled in by wiggling her bare butt on my bare cock, then
leaned back onto me while she straddled her legs outside of mine.  I put my
hands on her bare tummy and remained still.  That lasted all but a half
minute.  Taking one of my hands, she brought it up and put it her nipple,
moving it around as if I hadn't already gotten the hint what she wanted.  I
obliged and gently brought her nip to point.  After a few minutes of me
playing with her nipple, she took my other hand and pushed down to her open
crotch, pushing it against her hairless pussy.  I looked over at Jeff who
was watching us with a big grin, before returning his attention to the
movie. "Meagan," I whispered, "we really shouldn't be doing this,
sweetheart." "Please..." she whispered back while moving my hand around.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" "Yes.  Lisa says you do it to her
all the time.  She says you do it better than Jeff does." "Well, if Lisa
says..." She had just admitted that her brother diddled her cunt.  Still, I
was wary about doing it in his presence.  I watched to see if he was paying
us any attention.  He wasn't. She moaned as my finger probed between her
demure nether lips. "Mmmm, yes, Poppa.  Mmmm, right there.  Right there,"
she whispered unconcerned about the fact that Jeff, if he looked, could
easily see what was happening. Next time I looked over at Jeff, he was
looking.  Looking while he stroked his dick.  Even with me looking directly
at him, he was shamelessly masturbating.  Me, I stopped briefly fingering
his sister's pussy. At that moment I had an appreciation of just what had
been going on these past few days.  Usually one of the kids was making
his/her presence known to me while the other two were out of sight
somewhere.  Did he fuck his sister?  Has he fucked her while they were
here? Has he fucked Lisa?  I had to assume that the answers to those
questions were yes.  Again, I had to wonder if their parents knew what I
knew.  Maybe, but that was just too unbelievable.  The nudity, yes, but
sex? Meagan squirmed to get my finger moving again.  A moment later, she
moaned, moaned a bit too loudly, then she began to hump her hips.  Then she
got very stiff and bodily trembled as my fingers danced around in her
sopping slit.  I was, of course, hard as could be, my erection trapped
under her and poking out from between my granddaughter's trembling legs. 
And all the while, Jeff and I maintained eye contact until he closed his
eyes and ejaculated. As it turns out, he made a mess on the sofa.  Then
after recovering, he got up and went to the half bath to clean up.
Meanwhile, Meagan had gotten off on my fingers.  I stopped diddling her and
let her recover before he came back.  He came back, and avoiding the big
wet spot on my sofa, sat back down.  Apparently the movie wasn't holding
his interest more than what his sister and I were up to.  Suddenly she slid
off my lap between my legs and onto the floor.  Turning, she wasted no time
in going down on me.  Lances of electricity shot through me as her lips
contacted my sensitive glans. "Holy shit!" I muttered, genuinely surprised
at what she was doing.  I should have stopped her, I really should have,
but I wasn't thinking with my brain. For the next five, six minutes, she
worked her mouth on my erection, caressing me with her tongue, and then she
slowly withdrew, dragging her lips along the glistening trunk.  When she
reached the glans, she let my cock pop completely out of her mouth.  She
looked up at me, giggled, then with much enthusiasm evident, her pretty
face devoured my hardness once again.  This was completely different than
when she sucked me the night before.  That time I was asleep until the very
end.  This time I could watch her slobbering, licking and sucking on my
jutting ancient prong.  Just as I thought I would erupt, she pulled off to
lick and slobber all over my balls.  Then after a long moment and my
building urge had subsided somewhat, she slid her lips over my hot prong
once again. Saliva drooled from her mouth and I arched forward, wanting to
get deeper, but she could only take so much before I was at the back of her
throat which caused her to gag.  She pulled off and complained, "Not so
deep, Poppa," then slurped half my dick back into her mouth. It was obvious
that she'd done this many times before and not just with a few
pencil-dicked boys.  A vision flashed in my mind of her, out in woods at
that nudist camp servicing some old grey like me. Meanwhile Jeff sat and
watched his sister suck my dick, watching and playing with his dick until
he was hard again.  No doubt he'd watched her do this many times before.  I
wondered what he was thinking with her backside presented to him, and my
mental vision morphed into the naked old man lying on his back in the woods
with her bending over sucking him, her brother's hands on the rounded
globes of her ass, positioning himself behind her, pushing his cock into
her.  I nearly came with that thought, but she slid her lips off my dick,
licked down the shaft and nuzzled and licked my balls once again. While she
tended to my balls again, I was trying to telepathically implant the
salacious notion into her brother's horny mind to do her while she
performed fellatio on me.  At that point, I certainly wouldn't have stopped
him, but apparently he never got the message. My attention was drawn back
to Meagan's lips running along my slippery shaft.  She enveloped the oozing
head in her mouth once again, her tongue swirling and swirling around it,
bringing my balls quickly to a boil. "Christ!" I muttered as I felt the
sperm canal on the underside of my prick swell and I felt the burning heat
as the thick, viscous liquid began its mad race along the full length of my
bloated cock, the boiling eruption flooding her mouth with a geyser of
incestuous geezer cock cream.  I damned near passed out it felt so good. 
If anyone was standing outside of my front door, I'm sure that they would
have heard my effusive pronouncements to heaven.  The next thing I clearly
remember was looking down at her, her nostrils flaring as she began to
catch her breath.  That and the sight of my cum dripping from her lips as
her mouth hung open with exhaustion. "Did I do it good, Poppa?" she asked.
"As good as Lisa does it?" "Good?  Oh, honey, you did fantastic.  And yes,
that was better than when Lisa does it." That was a truthful statement. 
Lisa could only manage stuffing the fat head of my prick into her little
mouth, and her technique was nowhere nearly as refined as my
granddaughter's. "That was so good that..." I leaned forward and taking her
into my hands, I lifted her off the floor as I rose from my chair. 
Throwing her over my shoulder, like a cave man would, I hauled her naked
ass into the back and plopped her down on my bed.  She looked up at me with
a worried look as I loomed over her.  I suppose she thought that I was
going to fuck her with my thick cock, but I wasn't able to get it up again
anywhere near that quickly.  Instead I lowered my lips to a nipple,
covering it with my mouth.  Tracing the outline of one of her aureoles with
my tongue , I felt it immediately become pebbled as the nipple swelled and
projected between my lips.  Meanwhile, my hand slid down between her legs,
legs which opened as if they were spring loaded.  I heard her moan as my
fat finger slid once again into her slippery slit. I went slow, leisurely
moving my finger around the bump of her clit.  I did this for some minutes
and she responded like I thought she would.  "Mmmppphhh.  Mmmppphhh. 
Mmmmmppphhh," she squeaked as her orgasm swept over her.  Quickly I slid
down her body, placing my face between her legs.  Her vulva were swollen
and puffy, but also so very smooth, the perfect slit glistening with
moisture.  I inhaled her fragrance, which reminded me of Lisa's scent more
than the scent of my late wife or Lisa's wanton mother.  I licked up one
side, then the other before licking up the middle, gathering her dew with
my tongue, savoring the delicate flavor.  And as my tongue dragged up
between her nether lips, I heard her gasp out loud.  I smiled to myself,
determined to give her as much oral pleasure as she had given me. "Oh,
Poppa!" she groaned.  "Poppa, Poppa, Poppa..." I was doing good and settled
in for a long eat out.  It really didn't take long before she was bucking
again and her legs were squeezing my head.  She relaxed, but within a
minute she was bucking and squeezing again. "Oh, god, Poppa" she
breathlessly whispered before all speech was choked off once again as her
orgasm crested before ebbing once again, only to crest over and over, much
like the surf at the beach.  On and on I licked her pussy and lashed it
with my tongue.  Seeking to satisfy my own curiosity, I slowly inserted a
finger up her tight vagina.  She really went into orbit with that and my
tongue was rewarded with a flood of pre-teen pussy sap.  Just as I
suspected, no hymen.  With my finger deeply up her, I could feel her cuntal
muscles contracting around it with every crest.  Even without the
contractions, it was a snug fit, a very snug fit.  The lack of her
maidenhead wasn't definitive proof that she'd had been fucked, but the
tightness suggested to me that she hadn't been fucked by grown man yet. 
Indeed, she was as tight as little Lisa. By and by, my poor old lingual
digit wasn't as up for it as much as my raging libido was and I finally
gave it a well deserved rest.  My finger, however, went into overdrive
finger fucking her.  After a long moment, she lurched away from me and in
doing so, dislodged my middle finger from her young cunthole as she curled
up into a ball. I rose up on my side supported by an elbow and sucked the
lucky finger clean of her juices.  To my surprise, Jeff was sitting there
on the bed with us, watching the entire thing. "I thought only girls did
that to other girls," he said with a perplexed look. "What?  You've never
licked a girl?" "I have," he replied.  "but most of the other guys think
it's gross." "They're really stupid, then," I replied. "Yeah, they are," he
grinned. "Tell me, Jeff, do you fuck Meagan?" His eyes got big as he
replied, "Oh, no.  She's my sister.  Besides, we're not allowed to do
that." "You do other things with your sister, don't you?" "Sometimes." "She
sucks you?" "Yeah." "You like her to suck you." "I like anyone to suck me,"
he replied with a grin. "Out at that nudist camp, do you boys suck each
other?" "It's mostly the younger boys sucking the older boys." "I see... 
and are you a younger boy or an older boy?" "I'm an older boy now," he
declared. "Yes, you are.  But you were a young boy." "Yeah." "So was I
once," I revealed. "Did you do stuff when you were a kid, Poppa?" "You
know, I've never admitted it to anyone before, but yeah, when I was young I
did stuff too." "With other boys?" "Good buddies.  You do me and I'll do
you, good buddies." "Really?  That's what Dad says too." "Really?" "Yeah,
but I'm not supposed to ever talk about that stuff," he said looking down.
"No, I suppose you're not.  Don't worry, I won't say anything to anyone and
get you in trouble." Jeff looked up and smiled as his mind was eased.  The
smile faded as he looked at his kid sister still curled up in a ball.  "Is
Meagan okay?" he asked genuinely concerned.  "I've never seen her act like
that.  Usually she's very happy after messing around." "I'm sure she's
fine. Just tired and exhausted for the moment." "Poppa, tomorrow when Lisa
comes over...  Can I let her...  Can I, you know..." "Mess around?  You can
do whatever you want with that one," I replied.  "Just so long as she
doesn't tell you she doesn't want to do it." "Her dad told me that I could
fuck her if I wanted." "She's awfully young, but it wouldn't be the first
time she's been fucked.  But, you can't make her do stuff she doesn't want
to do.  I won't allow that." "Okay." Meagan slowly uncurled and I
positioned her with her head on a pillow up near the headboard.  Then I
straddled her chest, gripped the headboard to steady myself and lowered my
renewed erection to her mouth.  Being the good girl that she was, she
opened up and let me push my dick into her mouth.  With shallow thrusts and
careful not to go too deep, I face fucked her.  I don't know what it is
about this position, maybe the way my cock gets rubbed, but it never takes
very long for me to get my rocks off, and for the second time that night, I
ejaculated into the mouth of my nine year old granddaughter's mouth.  It
wasn't nearly as intense as the first cum, but it was very satisfying none
the less.  I moved off of her and Jeff says, "That looked pretty cool.  I
want to try that." Meagan didn't protest when he straddled her as I had
done and pushed his dick into her mouth.  With my own eyes, I watched my
grandkids have oral sex.  It was then that realized that Mike was right, I
should have had my video camera out.



   Part 11 - Dirty Movies

   Both kids slept in my bed that night.  After Jeff had gotten his rocks
off with his sister's mouth, we all fell asleep even though it was still
rather early, or at least I fell asleep.  The kids...  who knows?  I was
out of it.  All I know is that they were there cuddled up together when I
got up around 3 AM to piss and they were still there when I woke up
Thursday morning. I wasn't in any hurry to get up that morning, so I lay
there thinking about all that happened.  Meagan was as sexualized as Lisa
it seemed.  She was, of course, older than Lisa, but she was still a young
girl.  And Jeff...  well, he was a boy and boys are born horn dogs, or at
least I was and so were my boys...  I'm pretty sure my boys messed around
together too when they were young, it's just what a lot of boys do.  I
remember my wife expressing her concerns about the boys after she caught
the three of them whacking off together while I was away on a business
trip. I reassured her that all boys masturbate and it was only natural that
the youngest would imitate his older brothers.  I also promised her that
I'd talk to them about it.  I did talk to them, mostly about not letting
their mother catch them again.  I certainly didn't tell them not to do it.
And Jeff all but admitted that he sucked off other boys at that nudist camp
his parents took them to.  Did he suck off men there too?  I was certainly
curious as to that, but I wasn't about to come right out and ask him,
thereby putting him in a position where he would probably lie to me about
it.  If he came out and just told me, I'd been okay with it, so long as he
wasn't forced into it, as I too had some long ago history in that
department.  My thoughts about long ago homo play where interrupted when I
felt Meagan's cool hand slide over and lightly pet my sleeping cock.  It
wasn't sleeping for long!  However, neither of us said anything, but
remained silent during this intimate moment.  With her playing with my
aroused and seeping penis, I certainly wasn't in any hurry to get up. After
several minutes, Jeff stirred.  He saw what was going on and joined in,
playing with her ass.  The way she squirmed, it was evident to me where his
finger was.  The fact that she didn't protest the anal play spoke volumes.
I don't know how long we were like that, when hearing a sound, I looked to
the open door.  I nearly came out of my skin, startled to see Mike standing
there holding Lisa in his arms. "Having fun, Granpa?" he asked with a smirk
"Mike!  What are you doing here?" "What do you think?  I'm dropping off
Lisa," he said as he lowered his naked little girl to the floor, who ran
and jumped into the bed with us. "Don't you knock first?" "I did knock, but
no one answered." I did remember hearing faint knocking sound, but
dismissed it as coming from outside.  "So, I just used Staci's key.  I
couldn't very well stand outside your door for long with Lisa naked, could
I?" "Naked?  You brought her over her naked?" "Sure, why not?" "The
frigging neighbors, Mike!  I don't believe you sometimes!" "Ah, don't worry
about it, Bill.  I carried her and no one saw us.  "Now, I'm running
late..." "Wait a minute, Mike.  I was a bit testy with you yesterday
afternoon and..." "No sweat, man.  Gotta run." He turned and then turned
back adding, "Waste not this opportunity!  And be sure and do everything
with these nudies that I would do!" he quipped.  Even before her father was
clear of my bedroom door, Lisa's little hand had joined Meagan's on my
cock. Turning my attention back to the fun at hand, I saw that the girls
were whispering together.  They broke into giggles and Lisa immediately
hopped up on top of me, straddling my hips and trapping my seeping cock
between my belly and her pussy.  Not wasting a second, she began sliding
her pussy across my dick faux-fucking me. "That's really cool, Lisa," my
granddaughter gushed.  "Let me try that." Quick as a wink, Lisa was off me
and Meagan was on, sliding her pussy along the length of my cock.  I was
sorely tempted to complete the act, right then and there, but I managed to
restrain my inflamed libido and just let her take me to completion.
"Fuuuccckkk," I moaned as I began ejaculating onto my belly.  I was so near
when Mike had showed up that I hadn't lasted but a minute.  It took me
longer to regain my senses than the actual act had taken.  By then I had
gone soft, Meagan had dismounted and Lisa was toying with my wet flaccid
cock, having great fun flopping it back and forth.  "Okay, you girls have
made a mess," I said out loud, "so, clean it up." I was expecting one of
them to go get a towel, but Lisa had other ideas and began licking my
tummy. "Save some for me," my erstwhile innocent granddaughter said and
joined in licking me clean.  Okay, she swallowed, I knew, but... Poor Jeff,
he had a hard-on and was playing with it while watching all this unfold.  I
took pity on the boy. "Girls, it looks like Jeff needs some help," said in
a play to see one of them give him a blowjob.  "I want to fuck her," Jeff
asserted. "Fuck who?" I asked. "Lisa.  Yesterday, her dad said I could fuck
her." "I don't doubt that he did, but..." I turned to Lisa who was licking
her lips.  "Jeff wants to fuck you, baby girl.  He wants to stick his dick
up your kitty like your cousins do.  Do you want him to do that?" "Uh,
huh," she replied with an affirmative nod of her head.  "His thingie isn't
too big for me," she added as she plopped onto her back and spread her legs
like the little slut she was.  Well, who was I to stop them?  Besides, I'd
been wanting to see her get banged ever since I first saw it on Mike's
videos.  Jeff, he wasn't waiting for my go ahead and crawled across me to
get to her.  "Wait!" I called out just as he got between her legs. He
looked back with a puzzled and annoyed look.  "What?" "Just wait a minute,
will you," I told him as I left the bed and pulled the video camera my boys
had given me from the closet.  It was on the tripod with the motorized base
and ready to go, all I needed to do was set it up and connect it to my TV.
"It's for Lisa's dad," I explained while not mentioning my own purulent
interest.  I made the final connections and an image appeared on TV. 
Deftly I panned to them and framed them up.  The little red light came on
as I began recording.  "Okay.  Fuck her, Jeff." He moved back into position
and found the mark.  There was no hair trigger on this boy!  He fucked her
for a good ten minutes, her little feet and legs bobbing about in the air
as his bare butt pumped into her.  What he lacked in finesse, he made up
for with stamina.  I must admit, it was a great turn on to watch those kids
screw, and by the time he finished and moved away I was hard again.  Of
course it helped a lot that Meagan was once again blowing me and doing an
excellent job of it on the head of my dick.  I felt the tingling begin to
grow in my groin and knew I would soon blow when Jeff moved off the little
girl. By then I was crazed with pedo-lust and the sight of Lisa lying there
with her legs sprawled out and her cute little just-fucked pussy all wet,
red and swollen was too much.  I pulled away from Meagan who was on her
knees, walked to the other side of the bed and picked up Lisa.  She looked
stupefied as I held her in front of me.  Then before my organ forgot what
was up, I lowered her onto my big jutting dick.  I didn't penetrate her
fully, just slotted the head between her lips and in the mouth of her tiny
vagina and unloaded up her cunt.  Sated, I gently lowered her unto the bed
again, where my spunk and Jeff's spunk began to drain out of her. 
Remembering another thing Mike had said yesterday, about Meagan liking
girls too, I looked to Meagan and told her, "Clean up her cunt." She didn't
hesitate. There were a lot of sexual acts that day and the next, including
me using a slender vibrator on Meagan's pussy and ass.  The only thing that
didn't happen, was that I didn't fuck either girl, but Jeff put the lie to
him never fucking his sister.  They fucked, fucked like they'd been fucking
each other for years.  When Staci called and invited us over Friday night
for supper, I was a bit hesitant to go, but she talked me into it once she
revealed that she had made a lasagna.  Her lasagna was really, really good
and the kids and I were getting tired of my cooking, so we went. Of course
Lisa was naked when we got there, even if Mike and Staci were dressed.  We
had a few drinks while the kids ran around playing.  I was so used to
seeing all three kids naked and running around playing, that I didn't
notice that Jeff and Meagan had taken their clothes off too.  Well, what's
done was done, so I didn't make an issue of it, but I kept a wary eye on
Mike.  My plan was to just drop off the clip of Jeff porking Lisa and leave
it at that, but Mike insisted on viewing it right then and there.  He
nearly had a stroke.  It was everything he wanted to see and more,
especially the girl on girl cum-sucking eat-out scene at the end.  After a
few more drinks, I was talked into going home and getting some of the other
video clips featuring my grandkids only.  That was a mistake.  When I
returned, I knew for a fact that Jeff sucked men, as well as other boys, as
he was going down on Mike.  "Hey, Bill," he said cheerily, "have you been
getting some of this too?" "What the fuck, Mike?  That's my grandson!"
"So?" he replied like it was no big deal. "Jeff!  Cut that out!" I shouted.
"You and your sister go get your clothes on.  Party's over, we're going
home .  "Now, Jeff!"



   Part 12 - Returning the Grandkids

   Eric and Paula were slated to arrive home from their trip to Hawaii late
Saturday afternoon.  I was loathe to take Jeff and Meagan home.  Hell, I
wanted them to stay the rest of the summer, but I couldn't very well just
keep them. Before taking them home I did have a talk with Jeff about
blowing Mike the night before.  He was rather non-pulsed about it all.  It
was in fact, not a big deal with him at all.  As far as he was concerned, I
was just being an old fogy about it.  He was rather hurt when I turned him
down saying, "You always let Meagan blow you.  She's your favorite!" Okay,
he had a point there, but still... On the four hour drive to take them home
to their parents, I reiterated that they weren't to talk to anyone about
what had happened during the past week, especially their parents.  "I'll do
the talking about that," I told them.  "But the only thing I will be
telling them will be about will be the nudity and nothing else.  We were
all nude almost the entire time and had fun just being together.  Okay? 
That's all I'll tell them and that's all either of you should tell them. 
Otherwise some really bad things might happen." They looked at each other,
shrugged, then they both promised to not talk about any sex between any of
us.  I had by that time begun to question my earlier conclusion that Eric
and Paula knew nothing about the sexual activities of their two kids.  How
could they not know?  Were they that clueless?  I didn't think so.  Still,
if they didn't know, I concluded that it was best that they should forever
remain ignorant of the true facts. Upon arrival both kids greeted their
parents with hugs and disappeared inside.  I shook my oldest son's hand and
got a hug from my well endowed and skimpily dressed daughter-in-law.  Both
expressed their thanks for looking after the kids. "Not a problem," I told
them while ogling Paula's grand display of cleavage.  "I enjoyed having
them both.  I just wish it for longer." Eric and I then retrieved the bags
from my car, including my overnight bag, as I wasn't about to just turn
around and drive for another four hours, nor was I expected to. Inside,
Eric fixed drinks; a pina colada for Paula and scotch on the rocks for both
he and me. "The kids weren't any trouble, were they?" asked my son as he
handed me my drink. I took a sip and got right down to it.  "Well, as you
know, I've been babysitting Lisa, the little four year old girl next door,
until her parents can find a suitable day care for her.  What you might not
know is that the reason they are having such a problem finding a suitable
day care is that Lisa has issues with keeping her clothes on.  And well,
with Lisa running around nude, the kids thought it was okay to go nude too
and I let them.  It was only after I had tried to explain Lisa's penchant
for total nudity that the kids told me that you guys were into nudism as a
family.  "Now don't be angry with them for spilling the beans, Eric.  I
don't have a problem with how you raise your kids.  Nor do I have a problem
with your choice of lifestyles.  That's your business and I accept that. 
"They let me know that it made them uncomfortable with me being dressed,
like their nudity was somehow wrong.  So I went nude too..." At the
conclusion of my little confession my glass was empty.  I looked up from my
empty glass to judge how Eric and Paula were taking this confession.  Paula
was giggling with her eyes, her lush lips cured at the corners with a tight
smile. Eric took my glass saying, "Glad they weren't a problem, Pops,"
turned and promptly refilled it. As Eric handed me the refill, the kids
came out.  It didn't even register on me in that they were both naked.
"Mom, Dad," called out Jeff, "Can we go swimming?" "Of course, dear," Paula
replied without taking her eyes off of me. "Is that all they did?" she
asked while the kids disappeared outside.  "Just go naked or was there more
to it than just that?" I remained mum.  "I trust that none of this shocks
you?" she then added. "To be honest, I was at first, but I got over it."
"Good.  I wouldn't want you to think badly of us," she said. "No, I don't
think badly about you," I honestly replied."My love for all of you is
unconditional." Turning to her husband Paula said, "See, Eric.  I told you
he wouldn't have a problem with us being nudists.  You should have just
told him a long time ago." "I honestly didn't know how you'd react, Pops,"
Eric responded with a sheepish grin.  "You were always such a straight
arrow with us as kids." I confessed, "I thought about going to a nudist
camp when you were all little, but your mom had a cow when I suggested it.
I never brought it up again." "Well, maybe you should go with us
sometimes," Paula offered.  "If you want to go. "But first, I'm dying to
get out of these clothes and into the pool.  Would you like to go skinny
dipping with us, Bill?" "Uh, yeah, sure.  Yes, yes I would," I honestly
replied. "Don't think that I haven't noticed," she said, "but you've been
undressing me with your eyes for years.  So, how about doing the honors,"
she said turning her back to me and lifting the honey blond hair from her
neck. I looked over towards Eric.  He nodded for me to proceed and so I
did, pulling the halter string and undoing the bow.  Modestly she put her
hands up to her breasts to keep the top from falling away while I went
after the back strap bow.  She turned back towards me and slowly lowered
her hands, taking her top with them.  With the top discarded, she arched
her back slightly to make her hooters seem even bigger.  Good god!  What a
rack! "You like?" she teased. "Damned right I like," I replied feasting my
eyes on her ripe melons. "Well, you can look all you want, but you can't
touch.  Those are the rules...  at camp that is." Was that an invite to cup
those beauties? "Now I can't go swimming with these tight short-shorts on,"
she immediately added, deflecting my attention for a moment.  "So will you
be so kind and help a poor girl out?" Right then Eric passed from behind me
bare butt, leaving me to finish stripping his wife. I moved in closer, eye
to eye, except that she was a head shorter than I am.  With my arms
brushing her generous tits, I reached down and unbuttoned her shorts.  Zip!
Down went the zipper.  With a little tug, I began working her shorts over
and off her hips.  I quickly ran out of arm and had to kneel to strip off
the shorts.  Daintily, she stepped out of them and I returned to remove her
minimalist thong, not that it concealed anything.  Eye level with her
pussy, I saw that she was as bald as her nine year old daughter was, but
there was no hint of stubble, she appeared to be a smooth as a baby's ass.
Working the thong down, I had to extract it from her labia.  With it down
to her ankles, she stepped out and once free, she turned and strode towards
the patio, leaving me kneeling and holding her undergarment, an
undergarment that quickly made it to my nose.  She smelled fresh and
divine. Dropping the thong, I rose and made my way outside.  By then Eric
was in the pool with his kids, tossing Meagan around.  Paula stood by the
edge and struck a pose for me.  Damn, what a knock out! "Are you coming in,
or are just going to gawk?" she asked. "I just need some help myself," I
responded. She grinned and stepped up to me.  First to go was my polo
shirt. Then my cargo shorts along with my briefs.  As I had worn flip flops
for drive over, she quickly rendered me as nude as the rest of the family.
"Well, that certainly answers the question of where Eric got his big cock,"
she said glancing up at me grinning mischievously.  I was as hard as I had
ever been.  "But you know, it's impolite in nudist society to walk around
with an erection." "Uh, sorry, I couldn't help it," I apologized. "That's
okay, Bill.  You're a man and men do that sometimes.  Don't they?" With
that she rose and told me that we needed to shower off before going into
the pool. "Care to join me?" she asked impishly, turned and headed for the
outdoor shower.  I was right behind her. There was only room for one person
under the shower head, unless you wanted to get skin-to-skin.  I wasn't
about to be that forward, as I was still unsure of all the ground rules
with this nudism thing, so I just watched her as she put on quite a show. I
was still hard as a rock when she stepped out and I took my rinse off. We
played in the pool for a long time, just having fun like any other family
would have.  Despite the earlier sexual tension, the sex games were kept to
a minimum.  I got briefly groped a few times, by Paula and the kids, and I
caught a handful of tit and bare butt now and then, but overall it was
relatively tame. I had been to their house several times since they bought
it, but this was the first time I had been there when the pool was open. 
During the warm months, they would visit me and my wife, never did we visit
them, as there was always some excuse why this weekend or that wouldn't
work.  We'd visit at other times, but not when the pool was open. After an
hour or more in the water, we, the adults that is, were ready to take a
break while the kids continued to swim and play. Eric fixed another round
of drinks and the three of us sat around the patio table, each sitting on a
towel, where we could watch the kids and still talk privately.  I had
questions, lots of questions, plus I didn't want them asking me questions,
so I got right to the point. "So, how did you and Paula get into nudism?"
"Well, it was in my sophomore year," Eric began.  "As you know, the entire
frat scene turned me off and I was looking for an organization I could get
involved with that was fun.  Someone jokingly told me about an off campus
student nudist club.  I thought, 'Naked chicks!  You bet!' and sought it
out.  "I went to a meeting.  To my disappointment everyone was dressed, and
most the people there were far-out hippie types.  I felt totally out of
place and was regarded rather suspiciously, like I was there just for the
naked women...  which I was.  Then this stunningly beautiful girl walks in,
Paula.  I'd seen her about campus, but had never approached her, thinking
that she was out of my league.  Turns out she was the club president. "We
got to talking and Paula then tells me that she was raised a nudist and
that her dad is part owner and managed Eden Valley, a naturist resort. "I
joined the nudist club that night," Eric informed.  "It was the best
decision I ever made.  I was already in love with a girl I'd never had the
courage to speak to and the following weekend I'm naked with her, along
with a gaggle of naked freaks at this fabulous resort.  We hit it off big
time." In the twelve years that they had been married, I'd met Paula's
father exactly once, at their wedding.  After that, there was no contact
between us.  As for her mom, she was dead and gone before that. Paula again
invited me to join them at Eden Valley over the Labor Day weekend.  It
wasn't that I thought running through the woods naked would be fun, but
rather it was great opportunity to get to know a side of Eric and Paula's
life that I had heretofore been excluded from.  There was, of course, a
problem...  Lisa.  Then I realized Lisa wasn't a problem, as her parents
would be home for the weekend to look after her.  So I agreed to the
invite. I expressed my concern that I would be impolite by popping boners
every few minutes.  Paula reassured me that after a very short time, that I
would be perfectly comfortable being nude with other nude people.  "You're
comfortable being nude with us, aren't you?" "To be honest, Paula, being
around you, I'm hornier than a three horned Billy goat!" Eric laughed and
she just smiled. We swam again for a while, then Eric grilled steaks for
dinner.  By then I was very comfortable being nude with Eric and his comely
wife, despite the continued waywardness of my pecker. After digesting
dinner for a while, things got heated up again.  Eric cranked up the stereo
and put on mix of dance tunes.  It was party time and Paula wanted to
dance, with Eric, with Jeff, with Meagan and with me.  I just wanted to
watch, citing my age as reason to remain on the sidelines.  Besides, the
show was especially good watching Paula shake her lovely ass and big
hooters.  But she was having none of that.  The first dance I was coaxed
into with Paula was a fast number.  I did my best not to be a goofus.  Then
I danced with Meagan.  I sat out the next one, another fast number, besides
Eric was dancing with Meagan and Paula was dancing with Jeff, leaving me
odd man out.  The tempo changed.  Eric now danced a slow number with Paula,
skin to skin.  Meagan wanted me to dance with her, so I did, keeping an
eyeball on my son and daughter-in-law.  To me it looked like they were
engaging in coitus as they ground into each other. The next slow number,
Jeff danced with his mom, his face buried between her tits, while Eric and
Meagan danced close. It was my turn next and I was looking forward to
rubbing against Paula, but the next number was a fast one and I had to
settle for jiggling tits, not that I minded. Eventually I got to dance
cheek to cheek with my naked daughter-in-law.  I took great pleasure in her
rubbing her tits against my chest, and seeing that no one, especially Eric,
took exception to my hands cupping her bare ass, I did just that.  My
unruly organ did its thing and rose to attention, trapped and leaking
against her abdomen. "You're a bad boy," she whispered to me. "Sorry."
"Don't be," she replied as she ground into me further aggravating my
condition. When we broke apart, Paula had a wet spot on her tummy.  Eric
noticed and tested the wetness.  I thought Eric might say something, but he
never did and the party went on.  We took another swim in the dark, and
then took a soak in the hot tub.  By then I was quite worn out and after
fifteen minutes or so, I excused myself to go to bed. I went upstairs to my
room.  It was very nice guest accommodations, with a king sized bed and
bath with a walk in shower.  I brushed my teeth and hit the sack. Lying in
the relative dark, the room softly lit with the glow of a night light, I
was reflecting upon the day's events when my door opened and a small figure
slipped inside.  A moment later, Meagan crawled into the sack and under the
covers with me. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "Can I sleep with you,
Poppa?" she replied. "No, not with your parents just downstairs." "They
never come up here," she answered. "Maybe not, but it's too risky," I
rejoined. "No, it's not.  Jeff and I sleep together all the time and they
never say anything.  Besides, sometimes Daddy sleeps with me and sometimes
PawPaw sleeps with me.  So why would they mind me sleeping with you?"
"Really?  You sleep with your dad and PawPaw?  So what do you and your
daddy do and what do you and your PawPaw do when you sleep together?'
"Nothing.  We just sleep." "Is that what we're going to do, just sleep?"
"Not if you want to," she answered as her hand surrounded my flaccid prick.
"Look, what happened at my house shouldn't have happened." "But it was so
much fun.  We all had fun, didn't we?  Can't we have some fun tonight?"
"Meagan, I..." "Do you want me to blow you?  I will if you want me too."
"Meagan..." She answered by kissing down my chest and down my tummy.  She
didn't stop and was soon laying kisses on my pecker.  Naturally, my cock
sprang to attention and before it had fully inflated, it was surrounded by
the warm wet embrace of her mouth.  All further discussion of her blowing
me were put on hold. So she's pumping her lips up and down my shaft and the
door opens again and another figure entered the darkened room. "Poppa. 
Poppa, are you awake?" my grandson asked. "Yes, what is it, Jeff?" "Is that
Meagan in here with you?" "Yes." "She's blowing you?" "Yes." "Cool... 
"Hey, I want a blowjob too." "Get in line, Jeff," I muttered. He proceeded
to peel off the light cover to observe his little sister performing
fellatio on me.  He wasn't content just to watch and buried his face
between her buttocks.  That did it, I felt my balls beginning to boil and
all the sexual tension built over the day came to a roaring head. "Uggghh,"
I grunted through clenched teeth as I spermed my nine-year-old
granddaughter's sucking mouth.  She didn't miss a beat and continued
sucking me until I had fully unloaded my balls while nary spilling a drop.
Releasing my cock, her first words were, "Stop, Jeff.  That's so nasty!" as
she squirmed away from her older brother. "Blow me, Sis," he told her. I
was okay with that, but I had my own agenda.  Positioning her face up with
her head on the pillow, I moved down, spread her legs and buried my face in
her sweet young pussy and began scouring her cunt with my tongue.  She
liked that, liked it a lot.  Meanwhile Jeff scooted up and straddled her
head.  Gripping the head board, he lowered his dick to his sister's mouth
and proceeded to face fuck her.  It was a repeat of one of my lurid video
clips I had shot just days before. She began squirming about and then
bucking her hips.  Her thighs gripped my head and I could feel her orgasmic
contractions on my tongue buried in her vagina.  She went limp and I pulled
away.  Jeff too pulled away.  We settled in with them surrounding me.  Next
thing I knew and it was sun up.  I woke up with Jeff playing with my dick
while Meagan sucked and nibbled on my nipple.  That's when Paula walked in.
The kids immediately stopped molesting me, but the damage was done.  I was
busted! "Jeff!  Meagan!  What are you doing?  Leave Poppa alone and let the
man sleep.  Now scoot, the both of you!" Meagan and Jeff scurried out of
the bedroom, leaving alone with my daughter-in-law, my erection pointedly
obvious.  I was expecting a reaction, but not the one I got. "I'm sorry,
Pops, for them waking you up.  But now that you are awake, breakfast in ten
minutes." She then turned and left the room. I got up, took a dump, shaved
and took a quick shower.  Ten minutes later, I was downstairs still in my
birthday suit and joined the family for a breakfast of bacon and eggs. 
Nothing was said about the kids being in bed with me that morning.  The
rest of the day went pretty much like the day before.  Skinny dipping for
hours throughout the day, interspersed with time out to shoot pool and play
ping pong, as well as taking in a pre-season professional football game. 
For the most part my dick behaved quite well and remained flaccid for the
most part.  The highlight of the day was when Paula and Eric informed me
that my other two boys and their families also went to Eden Valley
regularly.  That explained a lot, as it had bothered me greatly that my
boys had grown so far apart from me.  That wasn't the way it was supposed
to be, and now that I knew why, I was determined to rectify it. I was the
only one to get dressed that day, and that was only at the last minute that
evening before I had to go home.  All in all, it was great weekend and I
was looking forward to joining them at Paula's dad's nudist camp for the
Labor Day weekend.



   Part 13 - First Time at Eden Valley

   Accompanying Eric's family to Eden Valley, Bill learns more about his
sons' families....

   My weekend with my eldest son and his family was, for this old man, a
rather enlightening weekend.  Until Jeff and Meagan stayed with me for a
whole week, never in my wildest imagination did I suspect Eric was raising
his family as practicing nudists.  Then I learn it really wasn't Eric so
much, as is comely wife, Paula who grew up in a nudist camp, her father's
nudist camp, or rather, her father's naturist resort.  Not only that, but
my two younger sons and their families were also nudists and regularly went
to Paula's dad's resort.  No wonder I hardly ever saw any of them!  They
had better things to do than hang around an old stick in the mud like me.
But had I known, I'd have been fine with it, after recovering from my
initial shock.  My late wife, I don't think she'd have been as
understanding or accommodating, but I sure as hell would have been.  But,
perhaps I only say that after being around the Higgman's from next door and
babysitting their exhibitionist little girl.  Still, it didn't sit well
that I'd missed out on so much.  That was precious time that could never be
recovered. After a weekend of surprises, what surprised me the most was
Paula's reaction when she found Megan and Jeff in bed with me Sunday
morning.  It was like it was the most natural thing that her kids, my
grandson and granddaughter, would be in bed with me and with us all nude.
Surely she noticed my erection.  How could she not have noticed it and
deduced why I was erect?  But Paula didn't seem to notice and no one, not
even Eric, ever commented on it.  Good thing one of them wasn't blowing me
at the time! I arrived home late and even though the drive was long and in
the dark, the time seemed to fly by recanting my visit in my mind.  Damn,
it was fun!  Especially dancing with Paula and having her rub her naked
tits into my bare chest.  Damn!  I sure liked that!  And Eric didn't seem
to care.  Or rather he didn't mind, I sure as hell didn't mind either.  Was
it my imagination or was she really trying to get me to stick it to her.  I
bet Eric would have minded then...  or would he? As soon as I got inside
the stuffy house, I flipped on the A/C, stripped off, took a leak and
crashed in my bed. Next morning I was still in the same position I was when
I lay my head down.  Sound asleep, I was awakened by a little girl jumping
on me.  My eyes flew open and there she was, her face just inches from
mine, her hands holding me by the cheeks so as to keep my attention.  She
kissed me.  It wasn't a little girl's kiss, but a full kiss on the lips,
tongue and all.  Her legs were straddling my body and in reaction to the
sudden assault, my hands had flown up and was gripping her high on her
thighs, the tips of my fingers brushing her bare sex.  With just minor
adjustments, I had one hand full of naked butt cheek and the other firmly
between her legs, rubbing her pussy while she kissed and tongue fucked my
lips.  With Lisa's face so close and blocking my view, I couldn't see if
anyone else was in my bedroom, nor did I hear anyone else, but the cool
hand on my cock told me that we weren't alone.  Even though I couldn't see
nor hear her, I knew that cock-fondling hand had to belong to the child's
mother, who openly molested me while I molested her little girl.  The hand
was soon replaced by the warm wet carven of Staci's mouth.  What a way to
wake up! Staci sucked me for just a minute or so, before pulling off my
steely prong. "Sorry I can't stay and play, Daddy," she said.  "But I'm
running late as it is." Breaking away from Lisa's lips and hands, I
exclaimed, "What?  You tease me like that and then leave me hanging?"
"You'll live," she laughed.  "So what do you plan to do today, Daddy? 
Molest my little girl all day?" "Not all day," I replied without taking my
fingers from Lisa's bald puss.  "Well, you two have fun.  I'll finish what
I started when I pick her up after work." "Damned right you'll finish it,
you prick teasing whore." "Oh, Daddy, I just love it when you talk to me
like that," she laughed.  With that Staci was out the door. "I hunggy,"
Lisa declared sitting up and in doing so removing my roving fingers.  "Your
momma didn't feed you, baby?" "Mama was running late," Lisa replied. "Okay,
so what do you want for breakfast?" "Pancakes!" "Pancakes?  How about some
cereal?" "I don't like your cereal, Granpa." "What?  You don't like Raisin
Bran?" She wrinkled up her nose. "I know, I think we might still have some
Fruit Loops, if Jeff didn't eat it all." "Fruit Loops?  Yea!!!" She jumped
up and dashed out of my bedroom.  Slowly I crawled out of the sack, took a
leak and then wandered towards the kitchen.  Lisa was there, sitting at the
table on her booster seat, waiting for me to feed her.  On my way I didn't
see where she had shucked her clothes, just a blanket strewn by the door.
"Where are your clothes?" I asked her as I pulled down a plastic bowl for
her. "I dunno." "Where did you leave them?" "I dunno." "Well, we need to
find them so we can go to the store later this morning." "Mama didn't put
any clothes on me this morning," she informed me. "What?  She just wrapped
you in a blanket?" "Uh, huh." Good thing I had squirreled away some clothes
for her, otherwise we'd be stuck at home all day. I found the Fruit Loops
and thankfully there was just enough for Lisa to have a small bowl.  For
me, I just whipped up a fried egg sandwich on plain toast. With breakfast
done and the dirty dishes placed in the dishwasher, we settled in for the
morning, with me in my Lazy-Boy and Lisa in my lap so I could read a book
or three to her before I turned on the cartoons.  All in all, it was an
uneventful day.  Play time outside in my backyard, nap time with Granpa,
all the usual stuff.  Even the grocery shopping went off without a hitch or
incident.  When Staci arrived to pick Lisa up later that afternoon, she
made good on completing the blowjob she'd started that morning, on her
knees sucking me while Lisa watched her mama servicing me.  Not a bad way
to end the day.  With them gone home, I headed out for a bite to eat, then
returned home to my book, the book I'd begun before my grandkids were
dropped off the week before.  I hadn't gotten too far into it when Jeff and
Meagan arrived and I hadn't had time to get back into it with them being
here.  It wasn't a very good book and having lost my interest, I spent my
time watching the pornographic videos I'd made while my grandkids were
here. I really needed to cull through and edit them, as Mike wanted all the
videos with Lisa in them, and I didn't want to give him the videos where it
was just my grandkids.  Lisa and the kids, okay, but the kids and me, no
way did I want those in his possession.  That plus I needed to obscure my
face in whatever I gave him. The following two weeks were pretty much like
that.  The only real issue that arose was when I told Staci that I planned
on leaving for the Labor day weekend around noon that Friday and that she
needed to pick up Lisa before then.  She said she would, but come noon that
Friday, Staci was a no show.  I called, but she didn't answer my calls.  I
was rather pissed off by the time she did show up, at her usual time, to
pick up Lisa.  She pleaded that she had tried to get off early, but her
boss wouldn't let her.  I really wasn't in the mood to hear it. Having rid
myself of Lisa, I packed my car.  Packed, that a stretch.  How much do you
need to pack for a long weekend at a nudist camp?  I just needed my
toiletries, a hat, sandals and a towel or two.  I didn't need a change of
clothes.  What I had put on to drive over, I could wear driving back.
Needless to say, I was late in arriving at Eric and Paula's.  Eric was
rightfully miffed at me for holding everything up.  Paula was a bit more
understanding of why I was running late.  The kids, the kids just wanted to
be on the road and were in a hurry to see their cousins and PawPaw.  I sat
up front with Eric while Paula and the kids sat in the back of their Tahoe.
That suited me fine as there was no chance Meagan could try and sneak a
hand up the leg of my shorts with her parents sitting up front.  I'd
thought about that possibility on the way over and was happy not to have to
contend with that. It was dark when we got to Eden Valley.  Eric punched in
a code at the gate and we drove inside.  After a short winding drive, we
were there.  Or at least we were at their trailer.  It was really too late
to do anything other than get settled into the trailer.  We only had to
haul in some groceries and supplies, like beer and soft drinks, so the
unloading was minimal.  All that was left was to undress, something the
kids had done before we ever drove through the gate. Undressed, I handed my
shirt, shorts and briefs to my naked daughter-in-law and she stowed them
away for when we left three days hence.  The kids wanted to immediately go
see their PawPaw.  Paula nixed that idea saying that he wasn't home and
they could see him tomorrow.  "What about Lyle and Ben?" the kids asked.
"Uncle Mark, Aunt Kendra and the boys are probably at the dance," Paula
informed. "Can we go to the dance?" Jeff asked. "Not tonight.  It's late.
You and Megan have a snack and then get to bed.  You'll have a very busy
day tomorrow." "Aw, Mom!" he whined. "No.  We're all tired.  Especially
your grandfather.  It's been a long day for all of us." "Can't we go
outside and just walk around?" "No, not tonight.  Now get some cookies, eat
them and go to bed." "Oh, okay..." By then I had checked out the trailer
and recognized some problems, namely the limited space and accommodations.
There was the central room with the kitchen and seating area, and at either
end was a bedroom with a single large bed and a bath.  I surmised that the
usual arrangements were for Eric and Paula to sleep in the big bed, for
Meagan to sleep in the other room and Jeff to sleep on the sofa.  So where
was I going to sleep?  If I slept on the sofa, a prospect I wasn't
relishing, then Meagan and Jeff would have to share a bed.  I was certain
the kids wouldn't mind that arrangement, but I wasn't so sure about what
their parents might think.  Okay, maybe I was to share the spare bed with
one of the kids...  Jeff?  I wasn't so sure I wanted Jeff playing with my
pecker all night.  Sleep with Meagan?  Well, she had slept with me two
weeks before at their house and no one seemed concerned about that, so
maybe... "Pops, I'm sorry, but you'll have to bunk on the sofa tonight,"
Paula informed me.  "Tomorrow night, you'll stay with my dad, he has a
spare king-size bed for you.  If that's alright with you." "Uh, yeah,
sure." I wasn't too thrilled about that, as I hardly knew the man.  I'd met
him only twice, once at Eric and Paula's wedding some twelve years prior
and again at Mark and Kendra's wedding the following year.  But we were
already stepping all over each other in the cramped confines of the trailer
and sleeping on the rather short sofa wasn't appealing in the least.  I'd
make do for tonight, but for three nights? "You know, Jeff has a good
idea," Eric announced.  "Let's all take a walk and stretch our legs before
turning in." So with sleeping arrangements made and cookies consumed, we
headed out for a walk in the dark.  It being almost a new moon, the thin
crescent moon had already set when we headed out into the darkness.  It
wasn't pitch black, as lights from within the trailers and lights from the
party lights strung out along the awnings provided a good amount of soft
light once the eyes adjusted. Now, I had become perfectly comfortable being
nude all day and night within my home with and without Lisa and her
parents, and I quickly became comfortable being nude with Eric and his
family at their home, but to be walking around outside naked...  it felt
weird...  like I was exposed.  That was particularly true when we ran
across other people out for a walk.  They, of course were nude too, but
still... "Good evening..." "Good evening..." It was in a weird way all so
normal, yet abnormal. We stopped a couple of times to chat with folks
sitting out under their awnings.  Pretty soon the kids had disappeared into
the darkness with other kids, while we were invited to cocktails.  I did my
best not to stare, especially at the tits of this one incredible woman. 
I'd see her again in the morning and in the harsh light of day, she
wouldn't look quite as good and appealing as she did under the soft colored
lights. After a couple of highballs, we continued our walk, making a
complete circle.  Along the way, Meagan and Jeff appeared out of the dark
and joined us.  I couldn't help but wonder what those two had been up to in
the dark with their friends. Almost immediately Jeff started in on his
mother, "Can Johnny and Dale spend the night?" "No, there's not enough
room, Jeff," Paula replied. "Then can I stay with them?  Mr.  Tom won't
mind." "No, I suppose Tom wouldn't mind," snorted Eric.  "But, yeah, go
ahead.  It'll save Poppa from having to sleep on that sofa." Eric turned to
me and asked, "You don't mind sleeping with Meagan tonight, do you?" "Uh,
no." "I didn't think so," he replied.  "And I'm sure she won't mind either.
It's not like you haven't slept with her before." Shit!  What and how much
did he know?  The walk over and with a comfortable highball buzz, we made
it back to the trailer.  Paula and Meagan climbed the steps to go inside,
but as I was about to do the same, Eric grabbed me by the arm saying, "Can
I have a word with you, Pops?" I'm thinking, 'Oh, crap, here it comes.'
"Look, I want to put you at ease," he began.  "We know all about what went
on when the kids stayed with you.  Paula and I are just glad you're not
upset about our choice of lifestyles." "Hey, I'm good with the nudist
stuff," I replied relieved that he wasn't talking about the sex. "It's not
just the nudist aspect," he went on, "but the lifestyle." "Lifestyle?  What
about your lifestyle?  I told you I was good with it." "Yes, you did and
apparently you're okay with it all, but before we go any farther, I want to
be completely upfront with you.  "Paula was raised very differently than
you and mom raised us.  Same goes with Kendra.  I didn't realize the extent
of it until after I knocked Paula up with Jeff and married her.  But the
truth is, for a long time I had good reason to believe that he might
actually be Paula's dad's kid.  But he's not, he's mine. "Why would you
think Jeff might have been Paula's dad's kid?" "Think about what you just
said, Pops." "Oh!  Oh, shit!  You mean..." "Yeah, her old man fucks her. 
Been fucking her since she was Meagan age.  Passed her around to his
buddies too, buddies like Kendra's dad.  He's going to fuck her tomorrow
too." "Kendra's dad?  Our Kendra?" "Yeah, our Kendra.  Her daddy's going to
fuck her too.  They used to swap daughters..." "Holy shit!" "That's what I
said too.  So did Mark when he found out.  But he married Kendra anyway. 
Would you believe that Fred went with them on their honeymoon?  He did. 
Paid for everything and had full privileges." "Jesus, Eric.  I had no
idea." "So, just to be brief, your boys have fallen in with hedonistic
libertines.  And our families, at least Mark's and mine, are following the
traditions of Paula's family and Kendra's family when it comes to family
life.  "So now you know.  And just to be clear, Paula and I don't mind you
engaging a little sex play with Meagan, any more than we mind her other
grandfather engaging in a little sex play with her, or even with Jeff.  One
exception though, tonight when you're in bed with Meagan, no penetration.
She's no virgin, that's for sure, but she's a little young for a cock like
yours, so stick to oral sex like you have been. "One other thing.  Paula is
looking forward to you screwing her.  Maybe you'll like to join us sometime
this weekend for a three way.  If not, just go ahead and fuck her.  She'll
love it.  Especially if her old man is watching." I was stunned to say the
least upon hearing all that and I thought I was well past being shocked by
anything, but shocked I was.  Melvin, Paula's dad, banged her?  Kendra's
dad banged her too?  What about Gwen, my youngest son's wife?  Did her
daddy do her too?  Of course I thought of Staci Higgman with her
infatuation with her daddy. With Eric having gotten everything off his
chest, we went inside. "Paula, Pops knows everything," Eric announced.
"Everything?" "Yes, everything," he replied. He then turned to me and said,
"Why don't you sleep with Paula?  I'll sleep with Meagan." "Are you sure,
baby,?" Paula asked. "Yes, I'm sure.  Make the man happy, will you?" "Glad
to," she replied as she took my hand and led me to her bed.  As distracted
as Paula had me, I didn't think too much about what Eric may or may not be
doing that night with his nine year old daughter.  Besides, it really
wasn't any of my business. Paula left the lights on as she sprawled out on
the bed offering her body to me.  An offer I gladly accepted.  Crawling up
on top of her, I went for her big tits, wallowing my face in the soft
billowy pillows of girlie meat, capturing and feasting upon one fat nipple
and then the other, my fingers searching for and finding her clit, her long
fingernails lightly pulling through what little hair I still had while she
cooed, "Yes, baby, suck Mommy's tits." After she said that a few times, I
began to suspect that in addition to Eric and her daddy, Jeff regularly
feasted on these beauties.  This I would have to see! Just the thought of
Jeff nursing on her or perhaps having sex with his libertine mom had me
hard as I'd ever been.  "Fuck me, baby, fuck me," she whispered as her hips
undulated.  I didn't need to be asked twice.  I repositioned myself over
her, my rampant erection searching, searching.  Finding its target, I slid
deep into her welcoming snatch.  My balls had been recharging all day, ever
since Lisa had sucked me while I waited in vain for her mother to show up
on time.  I felt my balls beginning to boil, and before I shot off,
reluctantly I pulled out. "You didn't cum," my comely daughter-in-law
informed. "I want this to last," I replied. "That's what I want too," she
replied. "I want you on your hands and knees." "Anything you want, Pops. 
Just do me good." She got into position and I moved behind her.  I enjoyed
the view of her shapely ass and gave each cheek a kiss.  Grasping her hips
with my hands, I slotted my calmed down cock in her and slammed into her.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed as I began jack hammering her from behind.  Bam, bam,
bam echoed through the trailer as I fucked her, no doubt Eric and her
daughter could hear it.  Apparently it could be also heard outside as
someone playfully beat on the metal sides of the trailer, not that I paid
them much attention. I pulled out and pulled her on top of me, allowing me
to play with her fun bags while she did all the work for a while.  Her face
twisted into mask of passion and I felt her cunt contracting around my cock
as she orgasmed.  I felt my balls begin to boil once again, but I was
beyond caring and just let it rip.  I groaned loudly as my balls unloaded
in her cunt, still her hips continued to move until she dislodged my
softening member.  She sort of rolled off of me and flopped down at my
side. It was then that I realized that we had an audience. "Clean up, your
Poppa," Eric directed Meagan.  To my shock, she climbed into bed and did
just that.  Meanwhile Eric crawled onto the girl's mom and put it to her
while I lay next to them with their daughter cleaning my cock and doing
what she had proven to me that she did so well. Apparently Eric had gotten
worked up watching me screwing his wife because he didn't last that long.
Spent, he rolled to Paula's other side.  Catching his breath, he shocked me
further by telling Meagan to clean his cock.  Holy shit!  But my surprises
for the night weren't over yet.  After sucking the love juices off her
daddy's cock, he had her clean her mother up! Eric sat up on an elbow to
watch Meagan slurping at her mother's twice spermed cunt, then looking at
me he said, "She loves having her tits sucked, Pops.  Care to join me?" He
then lowered his head to Paula's right tit.  It didn't take a genius to
figure out that I was to suck her left tit.  And so there we were, my son
and I sucking on his wife's generous jugs while their young daughter lapped
at her cunt.  Not only that, it became apparent that Meagan was very
familiar with getting her mom off with her mouth, as Paula was soon in the
throes of another cum. With Paula, Eric and myself sexually sated, I
thought that the sexual storm was over.  But there was one more who needed
to get off, Meagan.  Her daddy took care of that with his fingers.  While
he diddled her, I commented, "Jeff fucks her." "Yeah, he and every other
boy around here that's old enough.  But, we can't fuck her, Pops.  Like I
said, she isn't old enough to take a man's cock." "When will she be old
enough?" I asked to satisfy my curiosity. "Ten.  I'm going to fuck her on
her tenth birthday.  "Isn't that right, baby?" "Uh, huh," grunted Meagan as
her father's fingers danced in her young cunt. "I'm going to fuck her, then
Mel's going to fuck her.  If you want, you can fuck her too, Pops, but not
until her tenth birthday.  It's a family tradition I understand, banging
the daughter on her tenth birthday.  After that, she's for the taking. 
Provided, of course, that she doesn't object.  No still means no, but I
don't anticipate the little whore objecting." It was rather jarring to my
sensibilities to hear Eric call my sweet granddaughter a little whore, but
I'd get used to it.



   Part 14 - First Time at Eden Valley

   Bill starts to become familiar with Paula's dad's nudist resort...

   When I woke Saturday morning, the four of us were still in bed together.
But not for long.  Paula and Eric rolled out of the sack followed by
Meagan. Me, I hung back for a moment or two trying to get my morning wood
to calm down.  It didn't. "Come on, Pops," called out Paula.  "Come get
some breakfast." "Poppa's got a hard-on," Meagan gleefully pointed out as
soon as I walked out. "Meagan, behave," fussed her mother who looked over
at me with a slight smile on her lips. "Sorry," I muttered as I tried to
cover up, but there wasn't anything available. "Oh, cover up, Dad!"
exclaimed Eric in mock indignation.  Then with a laugh he added, "It's
okay, Pops.  Nothing that everyone hasn't seen before, is it?  Look, inside
the trailer, you can walk around with an erection all you want, but
outside, you'll need to be more discreet." "I'm not walking around," I
defended as I turned my back to them.  I don't know why I was embarrassed,
I have no clue, but I was. "Well, you're not sitting, are you?" my
unhelpful son replied with an amused look.  "Oh, come on and eat, Pops,"
Paula told me. "Just a minute," I replied. "Oh, don't be so
self-conscious," my daughter in law chided.  "I rather enjoy seeing a
virile man displaying a big hard cock.  Now, come eat.  It'll go down on
its own accord when its ready.  If not, I'm sure someone will be willing to
take care of it for you.  Now sit." Did she really say that?  Abandoning
what little modesty I had, I joined my sniggering granddaughter at the tiny
dinette, where I was served a toasted bagel and coffee.  Sure enough,
things calmed down and my cock resumed it's normal flaccid state, but not
for long as my playful granddaughter stuck her bare foot between my legs
and rubbed her dainty toes on my cock. "Meagan, leave your grandfather
alone," her mother said with her back to us.  It was a classic example of a
mother having eyes on the back of her head.  The foot was removed, but the
damage was done. With breakfast done, we dressed for the day, hats, shoes
of some sort and our required towel to sit upon in hand, then headed out in
broad daylight.  If I felt exposed walking about outside last night in the
dark, I really felt exposed now.  Quickly we ran into other groups of
nudists.  No one seemed to pay any attention to my state of undress and
within a few minutes, that was that, I didn't feel so exposed anymore.  I
felt great, especially with the view of Paula's extra fine naked backside.
It was a short walk over to the resort headquarters.  I was surprised how
large it was, sort of like a hunting lodge, rough hewn siding stained to a
dark brown, black trim and cedar shake roof.  We didn't go inside the main
entrance, but went to a nondescript side door.  Eric punched in a key code,
the door unlocked and we stepped inside in what appeared to be a very large
living room or seating area.  Paula looked in a couple of side rooms,
calling out, "Daddy!  Daddy!" Daddy wasn't there.  She went through another
door on the opposite wall and a moment later reappeared with her dad,
Melvin, in tow.  He was, of course, nude, down to the bare feet.  I didn't
recognize him.  He was still a head shorter than I was, but the last time I
saw him twelve years prior, he had a full beard; now he was clean shaven.
Actually he was more than clean shaven, as he didn't have a hair on his
body that I could see except for his eyebrows and eye lashes.  His hairless
skin was a deep bronze as you'd expect a full time nudist to be, and it
seemed to glow.  "PawPaw!  PawPaw!" Meagan shouted as she ran up to him. 
They wrapped arms about each other and he lifted her up, engaging in a
protracted full lip kiss, while his hand slid around and over her bare
buttocks.  I glanced over at my son and his wife to gauge their reaction to
this display, but neither appeared concerned in the least that he was
feeling her up right in front of us.  At the breakfast table that morning,
I convinced myself that I had dreamed everything the night before, but now
I had to face the reality that they really were okay with all of this. 
Turning to me, he broke off the kiss and his groping of Meagan.  "Bill! 
It's great to see you," he said giving me a firm handshake.  "Especially
here!  I've been after these two to invite you out here for ages.  They
gave me some claptrap about you not approving of open nudity.  What's there
not to approve of in a display of flesh?!" "Take that one there," he said
pointing to his daughter.  "She gets the juices flowing, eh?" "Dad! 
Behave!" admonished Paula who rather than be offended, took his comments in
stride. "I'm behaving!" "No, you're not!" she rejoined. Changing the
subject Mel informed, "Mark and Kendra came by a few minutes ago.  The boys
are chomping to get in the water and they're going ahead to secure us a
table in one of the pool-side pavilions." Turning to me he explained,
"We're really crowded this weekend, and prime hangout space is strictly on
a first-come first-served basis, that includes family." "Lyle and Ben are
here?" Meagan asked excitedly. "Yeah, I think they're going down by the
main family pool area," Mel answered.  With that Meagan thundered out the
door from where Paula had retrieved her dad.  "Say, where's Jeff?" Mel
asked. "He spent the night with Tom and his boys," Paula explained.
"Getting his ass reamed, no doubt," Mel added with a frown, a frown that
quickly morphed into a smile. "Daddy!" Paula said indignantly. "Did I say
something I shouldn't have?" Mel asked.  "It was you who told me that Bill
plays with little kids." That comment made my ears and cheeks burn. "It's
alright, Mel," Eric interjected.  "He knows all about everything, and he's
played with Meagan, but he hasn't cornholed Jeff that I know of." "Is that
right, Bill?  You only like little girls.  Nothing wrong with boys, you
know." "I, uh..." Speechless I chose to remain so. "You two, run along
too," Mel told Paula.  "I want to talk to Bill for a bit.  We'll join you
in thirty minutes or so." "Okay, Daddy.  But, please, behave.  Pops doesn't
know when you're putting on an act." "Who me?" "Yes, you." Paula then came
and kissed me, brushing her hooters into my chest.  "Don't let him get you
into trouble, Pops.  My dad is a dirty old man, and sometimes...  Never
mind.  We'll see you in an hour." 'An hour?' I thought.  'He said thirty
minutes.' Oh well, I was here... "Okay, first there are some rules," Mel
began.  "Number one, when in public, no inappropriate touching, and no
openly sexual activities; that includes smooching.  Most folks aren't here
for the sex, or so they say, but a good portion of them are.  Remember,
this is a family resort and we all have to be mindful of the kids. "In
private, you can do whatever the hell you want." Waving a hand over his
head in circles, he added, "In here, it's considered private.  In Eric's
trailer it's considered private.  The other trailers and lodge rooms are
considered private too, but keep your sexual activities close to the vest.
You want to fuck some woman, you can do it in here where her husband isn't
likely to stumbled across you.  And if you see me fucking some woman on
that ottoman, enjoy the show.  Besides, there's nothing wrong with sloppy
seconds. "Second, sit on your towel out in public.  In here, sit where ever
the hell you want, just be sure you that you have wiped yourself good, or
better yet, washed yourself since taking a dump.  "Third, it's okay to
look, but it's impolite to stare.  Along that line, no photography allowed
except by the resort's official photographer.  That'd be Fred, your Mark's
father-in-law, and Kendra's dad.  Fred and me, we go way back and he owns
the photography concession here. "Fourth...  Uh, let's see...  oh, yeah. 
If you pop a boner, don't go parading around with it.  It happens to guys,
you know, and no one should be offended if you do, but don't make a
spectacle of yourself.  Cover up or roll over until Willie behaves. "But
the main rule is to relax and have fun.  That's what everyone is here for.
I guarantee, after a day or two here, you will be a full blown naturist and
will wonder why you didn't take this up sooner in life. "The masses aren't
given the fifth rule, but you're family.  Don't mess with any of the kids,
unless they're family.  So if Meagan introduces you to a friend, just leave
the little tart alone, unless I introduce the little tart to you. "Now,
from what I hear, your wife died a few years ago." "Yes, she did." "My
sincere condolences... "Well, I suspect you're in need to get laid this
weekend," Melvin continued.  "I will see to it that you will get laid. 
Okay?" "Okay!" I laughed. "But then again, you might have gotten laid last
night." "Maybe," replied. "Maybe my ass.  My daughter's a whore.  I raised
her to be a whore and I know she's been itching to get your dick in her
ever since you brought the kids back home two weeks ago.  Nice piece of
ass, eh?" "Yeah, real nice," I confessed while thinking, 'So that's were
Eric calling Meagan a whore comes from.' I didn't like it, but at least I
knew where it was coming from.  Still, I was going to have to have a word
with my son, whether it was any business of mine or not. "I knew it!  I
knew it!  You're a man after my own heart!" he laughed.  "Oh!  I almost
forgot," he said with a startled look.  "This is a clothing optional
resort, so if you want to wear pants around out on the grounds, or sleep in
your pajamas, go right ahead.  But in the pool area, it's strictly full
nudity, hats and footwear excepted.  Having said that, you will see some
ladies wearing bikini bottoms, that's because it's that time of the month
for them. "Oh, and another thing.  I'm sure you noticed the little springy
bracelets everyone wears.  That's so you can buy things and not have to
carry around credit cards or hard cash.  The little tag has your account
number that is tied to your credit card.  Bill, you're here as my personal
guest, and therefore everything will be comp'd to you.  But you will still
need a bracelet.  And for that, come with me..." He led me through the door
that he'd come in from.  We hooked around a wall and ended up behind the
reception desk for the resort.  There was someone there, talking to the
receptionist, working out some issue.  Issue resolved, he left. "Rhonda!"
Mel called out.  Rhonda turned and I recognized her as the woman with the
fantastic tits we had drinks with the night before.  Like I said, she
looked better under the soft colored lights, but hell, at forty something,
she still looked pretty good. "This is Bill.  Paula's father-in-law. "Yes,
I know.  We met last night," she replied with a subtle arching of her back.
"You have that credit bracelet for Bill?" "Yes, I do," she said with a
smile, turned, and retrieved it from a desk drawer.  It was one of those
colorful springy bracelets with a bar code embossed tag.  This one was an
electric blue.  I was thankful it wasn't fuchsia pink. "You can wear it
around your wrist, or around your ankle," she said.  "Which do you prefer?"
"Umm, ankle..." She knelt and slipped it over my foot and sandal.  Looking
up she was eye level with my cock.  Glancing up, she smiled, then slowly
rose. "Rhonda, Bill here is a widower and he hasn't had a good blowjob in a
long time.  Do me a favor, and take care of the man.  I'll watch the desk
for you." "Love to," she replied with a sultry smile.  Taking my hand, she
led me behind the wall.  Taking my cock in her hand, she fondled me for a
moment, getting a rise out of me. "Nice," she purred rolling my balls with
her free hand.  "Very nice." She sank to her knees and looking up at me,
slowly took my cock deep into her mouth.  Holding it for just a moment near
the back of her throat, she slowly pulled it out, gingerly caressing the
length of it with her sultry lips until she had expelled the entire thing.
While blowing a cool breeze onto my wet dick, she again she rolled my balls
gently, smiled up at me and took me into her warm wet mouth deep.  Pausing,
she massaged the underside of my dick with her tongue, then slowly withdrew
it once again until it was completely free.  She then kissed the now
seeping head, licked it and took the head into the back of her mouth,
before slowly drawing my cock from her mouth where she flickered my frenum
for a moment.  Over and over, the exquisite blowjob continued.  Let me tell
you, the lady knew how to suck a man's dick!  Staci gave wonderful
blowjobs, but nothing like this very experienced woman. At one point Mel,
stepped around the corner to check out my progress.  He grinned and gave me
the thumbs up, before disappearing again.  I did my best to hold off
sperming her mouth, as I wanted it to go on and on for as long as possible.
Alas, I am but a man and with an out of control, take your breath away
rush, I came.  Refraining from cursing, I guess I still made a bit too much
noise, as Mel was talking to a guest and he heard me.  According to Mel,
the man and his wife looked at him, the man with a startled expression and
the wife stifling a laugh.  They were cool with it, whatever was happening
in earshot, but they just as easily could have not been cool with it.
"Thanks, Rhonda, that was terrific," I managed once I caught my breath,
"Truly a monumental blowjob." Affecting a put out expression Rhonda
replied, "You lasted a long time there, big boy.  What Mel said about you
not having a blowjob in a long time wasn't true.  Was it?" "Back home, the
young lady next door, she thinks I'm her daddy." "How young?" "Early
twenties...  married..." "You bad boy!" she said with a wry smile.  "But I
forgive you this time." "There's gonna be a next time?" I asked hopefully.
"We'll see.  But with a lovely cock like that, I'll be standing in line."
"Thanks, I guess." "You're more than welcome.  And please, do come back."
When we made our appearance upfront, the man and woman were still there
talking to Mel.  Neither said anything about what had just happened, but
the man did give me a knowing smile as they completed their business, but
then again he might have noticed my dick was wet. With Rhonda back manning
the front desk, Mel asked her if there were any open reservations. "No,
everyone has checked in, all except for Paula's in-laws, Jason and Gwen.  "
"Well, hold a room for them." "Will do, boss," Rhonda replied giving Mel's
cock a playful pet. "What are you and Bob planning for tonight?" he asked
her. "Plans?  What plans?  Go to the dance and see what comes up?" "That's
a plan," replied Mel.  "Maybe you'll want to get together with us," she
said giving his dick and playful squeeze. "Maybe.  We'll see.  Paula might
have other plans for me.  "How about Fred?  I'm sure he'll be up for some
games." "Maybe..." mulled Rhonda.  "We'll see." Leaving the winsome Rhonda
at her post, Mel took me on a quick tour of the facilities.  Passing
through the expansive lobby with its open beam construction he took me into
the dining area where a buffet style breakfast could be had, plus an omelet
station.  As he hadn't had breakfast yet, he treated me.  I went for a
Denver omelet, plus hash browns and a toasted English muffin.  He had a
simple cheese omelet plus some fruit. With my second, more satisfying
breakfast completed, we made it to the central attraction of this resort,
the water park.  It was at the water park where all the action really took
place.  I was expecting a single large swimming pool, but there were
several pools of irregular shape, a diving pool featuring a high dive as
well as a twisting water slide, and two dedicated water volleyball pools,
all of which were occupied with games going on and a big attraction for
teenagers and young adults.  On one side was a cantina and a bar, plus a
shop you could buy t-shirts (though none were allowed to be worn in the
pool area), hats emblazoned with the Eden Valley crest, flip-flop, towels,
sunscreen, candy bars, etc.  My conception that this was a simple nudist
camp was shattered.  It was a full blown, full service resort. And
everywhere you looked there were naked people, some attractive, some not so
much, some slim, some downright obese, people of all ages and sizes.  There
was a large percentage of Asians, a few blacks, but mostly whites, though I
am including Latinos with the whites.  A veritable feast of naked flesh.
Scattered about the water park were covered pavilions, providing shade and
tables and chairs.  I have no idea how Melvin found them, Eric, Paula, Mark
and Kendra, but we did.  The kids had already abandoned them and were off
doing their own thing.  Mark, my middle son, greeted me rather sheepishly,
like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.  I'd
seen that look all his life, usually after Eric had put him up to
something. Kendra, she smiled broadly, looking genuinely happy to see me,
and giving me a chaste nudist camp hug, a hug, but with some distance
between the huggers, the so called A-frame hug.  Not surprisingly, my boys
were already hitting the beer.  Eric caught the attention of one of the
beer girls who carried around buckets of iced canned beers for sale.  Eric
bought another bucket, lifting his foot so the girl, maybe eighteen, maybe
seventeen, could charge it to his account.  She wore comfortable clean
white sneakers, but other than that, just a white collar with a black bow
tie.  A looker, she was.  I found out later that some of these girls were
with their families, but needing to make a little cash over the weekend,
hired on for a day or two, earning tips that were automatically tabulated
as a part of their sales.  If you didn't want the gratuity added, you could
take a hike and get your own bucket of beer from one of the bars, but why
do that?  Other girls, and some guys too, took orders for mixed drinks and
food.  They "wore" the same outfits, but with a red bow tie, rather than
black. The kids came thundering back.  Mark and Kendra's kids, Lyle, who
was nine and Ben, who was seven, came and jumped on me, spilling my beer.
No matter, I was glad to see them both, though Ben wasn't as careful with
my nuts as I would have liked him to be.  Jeff announced to the parents
that they were heading off to the water slide.  A moment later, peace and
tranquility was restored to our group.  It's funny, I had already become so
inured to the nudity, that I failed at first to appreciate Kendra's
nakedness.  Unlike Paula with her hooters, Kendra was more moderately
endowed, more than a handful, that's for sure, and with small compact
nipples.  She too was pretty in the face with an easy smile and outgoing
personality.  It wasn't until she stood to go off with Paula to the ladies'
room that I got a full view of her taut ass.  Mark did well scoring that
one. Mark informed me that Jason and his wife, Gwen, had been delayed. 
Some low life had slashed their tires during the night and they had to get
the car towed to a tire shop and buy a new set.  Knowing the cost of tires,
it made me cringe, all the more because I knew they were strapped for cash.
I made a mental note to lay some cash on Jason, whenever I could and when
we were alone.  The kids came back.  "So soon?" Mark asked.  "Yeah, we want
to go swimming," answered Lyle. "Can Ben swim?" I asked son number two.
"Yeah, he took to it this summer.  Once he would just put his head down in
the water and knew he wasn't going to drown, he took off.  You should see
him." As if on cue, Ben piped up, "Poppa!  Poppa!  Come see how I can swim.
Come on, Poppa!" The girls were on their way back to hold down the fort and
ward off squatters, so the boys and I joined the kids in the pool that was
just steps from where we were sitting.  Sure enough, Ben had turned into
aqua-boy over the summer.  And of course, Ben, Lyle and Meagan wanted to
crawl all over me, all at the same time and nearly drowned me.  Having
ganged up and dunked me, payback was in order.  I grabbed the first kid I
could and launched him in the air.  "Me too!  Me too!" demanded Lyle, so he
went flying.  Then it was Meagan's turn, only I missed getting my hand
squarely on her butt and instead caught one cheek and her pussy.  She
didn't notice, but I did, or at least I don't think she noticed.  If she
did, she certainly didn't mind where my hand was. Jeff meanwhile hung back,
letting the younger kids have all the fun, except his dad attacked him
unawares from behind and nearly drowned him. I heard a whistle blow and
looked to see the lifeguard, a statuesque blonde, pointing at me to knock
it off.  She got down off her lifeguard stand and approached, calling me to
the side. "You put your hand in that little girl's crotch once again, I'll
have thrown out of the resort." My face burning with embarrassment I
pleaded with palms out, "It was an accident.  I'm her grandfather.  We were
just horsing around." She gave me the evil eye and returned to her post. 
Sheesh!  Eric came up and asked, "What was that all about?" "She was
concerned about where I put my hand." "Where did you put your hand?" "I
grabbed Meagan to launch her and somehow my hand ended up where it
shouldn't have been." "They're real picky about inappropriate touching," he
said. "It was an accident!" "Okay, Pops, but they're still real picking
about where you put your hands.  Best just to keep the touchie stuff behind
closed doors." After that, I felt that she was watching me, like I was some
perv.  'She right,' I had to admit to myself, 'You are a pervert.  Do you
think she can tell that just by looking at me?' I was much more careful
about where I put my hands after that.  Mercifully, the lifeguard was soon
relieved and she headed off to another part of the water park. After the
kids wore us out, or at least wore me out, we retreated to our table while
the kids did their thing in the waist deep water.  We were by then out of
cold beer, so I ordered up another bucket from a buxom babe.  Doing as my
two boys had done before, I just lifted my foot for her to scan the bar
code.  This of course opened up my crotch to her. "I've seen it all before,
mister," she said with an irritated look.  "You don't need to be vulgar."
"I'm sorry, I just..." She left in a huff. 'God, is she going off to report
me for being indecent?' I had to ask myself.  If she did, nothing came of
it, still I had somehow violated proper nudist etiquette twice now without
ever trying. By and by, my youngest, Jason and wife, Gwen, along with their
six year old girl, Sandra, made their appearance.  I was mystified how they
found us until I learned that they always sat at a table in this pavilion,
that way the kids, and anyone else, could easily find them.  Sandra, like
my other four grandkids, was happy to see her Poppa.  Crawling up into my
lap, she gave me a big hug and a kiss, my hands winding up on her bare
bottom.  I was slow on the uptake until Eric leaned in and told me, "Watch
your hands, Pops!" "Oh!  Yeah, sure," I said glancing around to see if the
nudist police were watching.  I guess they weren't.  I greeted Gwen, an
exquisite pixie like creature, and then Jason, my youngest.  Naturally he
began bitching about the slashed tires, his two brothers and I sympathetic
to his tale of woe.  While Jason told of his misfortunes, Fred, the
resort's official photographer and Kendra's dad, made his appearance.  Like
Paula's dad, the only time I ever saw him before today was at Mark and
Kendra's wedding.  After that, it was just contact by Christmas cards, at
least until my wife died.  Then I stopped sending out Christmas cards and
soon thereafter, so did he. Naturally, Fred had a very large professional
looking camera in one hand and another hung around his neck.  I had seen
him earlier, at a distance, snapping photos of the resort's guests.  I'd
also seen his photo board right outside the hotel lobby where souvenir
photos for purchase were posted.  Fred immediately greeted, "Bill!  It's
great to see you here with the rest of the family." Then he snapped a photo
of me with little Sandra in my lap. Next thing I know and he's taking
photos of me with each of my daughter-in-laws, with me and my
daughter-in-laws with their husbands, me with all three daughter-in-laws
and finally a group photo of me with my entire brood with me holding Sandra
in my arms, my hand holding her naked butt, the other naked grandkids
scattered around in front of the adults.  Photos taken, they were then sent
via WiFi to his studio.  Those photos would be up on the photo board within
a hour.  All you had to do was punch in the number on the photo proofs,
select photo size, scan your bar code and the finished print(s) would be
ready for pick up in another hour.  What a racket! I chatted with Fred for
a few more minutes with him asking how I was enjoying myself.  What could I
say?  That aside from knocking up my wife with my three boys, this was the
best thing I'd ever done, and it was still Saturday morning! Fred then
excused himself, saying he needed to get back to work and that he'd be
seeing me later that evening.  Then he handed one of his cameras to Kendra
and they were both off working the crowd. As soon as he was gone, the kids,
all except little Sandra, were off doing their own thing again.  Jason
suddenly stood up and excused himself, his two brothers and his wife,
asking me to look after Sandra until they got back.  Gwen looked a bit
distraught, but didn't voice any objections as she was led off.  I asked
Paula what was up, but she just smiled and replied, "What do you think,
Pops?" "Are they going to..." She nodded.  "The three of them?" She nodded
again.  Holy fuck! A moment later Mel shows up.  He whispered something to
Paula and she got up and headed off.  Mel leans into me and whispers, "You
ready for some pussy?" as he jerks his head towards his daughter.  His
meaning was clear.  "I'm supposed to be watching Sandra," I replied. "Oh,
okay.  Gwen doesn't like involving her with any adult activities.  Speaking
of Gwen, you got to be sure and get some of that before the weekend's over.
A real howler that one. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to dip my
wick." He didn't specify where he was dipping his wick, but I assumed he
wanted some daddy/daughter time. Suddenly I was alone in a crowd of naked
people, alone except for my six year old granddaughter.  I was content to
just sit and look, but Sandra needed to be entertained.  "Can you take me
to the Squirt Park, Poppa?" "Sure, why not?  Where is the Squirt Park?"
"I'll show you, Poppa!" she said hopping off my lap.  "Come on, Poppa! 
Come on!" The aptly named "squirt park" was filled with little kids hooting
it up.  In the center were three nozzles that rotated around hosing down
all within reach.  The nozzles themselves nodded up and down insuring a
greater coverage.  The kids all squealed in delight every time they were
momentarily hit.  But the real attraction I realized were the water jets
that randomly shot up from the floor.  Sometimes straight up, other times
at a random angle away from the vertical.  No doubt without a bathing suit
the things tickled when they shot off between your legs.  Some kids ran
about trying to guess which one would go off next.  Others, like my
granddaughter, just waited until her pussy was tickled with a brief shot of
water, dancing about squealing, then waiting patiently to be squirted in
the crotch again.  What a kiddieland! After having her cooter squirted
several times, I noticed that despite her all over tan, that Sandra was
flushed.  Suddenly she announces that she had to go potty.  My attention
for last few minutes had been distracted from Sandra by this boy, maybe
nine or ten who was sitting on one of the squirters just a few feet away.
He'd hoot when a jet of water would shoot between his legs, arching over
his feet and landing some foot or two away.  A few minutes later another
jet of water shot out towards the back, looking as if it had shot out of
his ass.  Just as I'm leading Sandra away towards the adjacent open air
"restroom" he hoots, and jumping up declares, "That was a good one!" and
darts away towards the restroom. Like every other public shower facility at
Eden Valley, this one was unisex.  It had showers to be sure, and urinals
and stalls for squatters.  Each stall had a standard toilet plus a bidet
along side of it to wash your butt.  Other than the walls between the
stalls, they were open.  No doors.  When I get there the boy who I had been
watching was in one of the stalls, emptying his bowels with a loud watery
whoosh.  Outside of his stall was a man, whom I presumed was his father,
looking in on him. I took Sandra past the boy and his father several
stalls. As she mounted the throne, I noticed the sun-block dispensers near
the exit with a sign overhead saying, "Do Not Burn!  Use Sunscreen!" By the
size of the reservoirs mounted above the dispensers it was apparent that
the resort bought the stuff in 55 gallon barrels.  I noticed because some
kid was getting slathered down by a man who appeared to be openly taking
liberties with the kid's dick.  Next to them was a mother doing the same to
her young daughter and being even more thorough than I usually was with
Lisa. Having tinkled, Sandra wiped herself and was ready to go.  Before
leaving I stopped at the sun-block dispensers deciding that I'd better
protect Sandra from the harmful effect of UV rays.  There were 15 SPF and
30 SPF to choose from along with the recommendation to wait 15 minutes
before entering the water to prevent it from washing away.  There wasn't a
tan line anywhere to be seen on my six year old granddaughter, but just to
be safe I selected 30 SPF and proceeded to apply it generously, and like
the man and woman next to me, making sure I coated every nook and cranny of
her naked body with nary a peep out of her.  Fuck me...  I got wood doing
that.  The man next to me saw my growing erection and it didn't help
matters when he started jacking the kid's dick, obscuring the view from
everyone but me.  I in turn gave him a show, turning Sandra this way and
that so he could see where my wandering hand went.  By the time I was
finished I had coated Sandra all over at least three times. The man, who
was now also sporting wood, leans into me and whispers, "She's a cutie. 
How about if we take these two for a little walk in the woods?" "Uh, I got
to get her back to her mother," I replied knowing exactly what he was
suggesting. "We won't be too long," he countered. "No, we're already
running late.  Maybe some other time." Why did I say that?  There wasn't
going to be another time.  I beat a hasty retreat back to our table where I
hoped to find either Gwen or Jason, Sandra's parents.  Instead I
encountered Rhonda there, the woman who had blown me earlier that morning
in the resort office. "Oh, there you are," she greeted with a big smile. 
"Mel sent me to find you.  "Enjoying your stay so far?" "Uh, yeah.  This
place is great." "We think so." Looking about she then asked, "Now where
did those two go off?" "Who?" "Your boy, Mark's two boys.  They were here
just a minute ago.  Oh!  There they are!" Waving her hand and setting her
hefty tits to bouncing she called out, "Boys!  Boys!" Amazingly they both
looked in our direction.  Abandoning the kids they were playing with, they
popped out of the pool like a couple of penguins and ran up to us. "No
running!  You know the rules," she scolded. "Yes, Ma'am," they answered in
unison without a hint of contrition. Rhonda turned to me and said, "The
boys are supposed to take this little doll to see their grandfather over at
the photography studio.  And you, you handsome stud, are being summoned to
Mel's lair for some noon time fun.  That is if you're ready to dip your
wick."



   Part 15 - Eden Valley Adventures

   Rhonda escorted me into the lodge, past the resort reception desk, which
was now manned by a well endowed girl who might have been eighteen, and
into Mel's private quarters.  The first thing I saw was my daughter-in-law
Paula, on her knees honking on some man's dick while her husband, Eric, was
entertaining with his cock a girl who looked to be the twin sister of the
girl out front.  My other two sons, Mark and Jason were seated, drinking
beer and waved to me.  Meanwhile Mel was sitting in a plush chair with
Gwen, Jason's pixie wife, straddling him, head thrown back, rising and
falling on his thick prong while he sucked on her tit.  Damn! Rhonda
introduced me to the man getting the blowjob from Paula as Bob, her
husband. He actually reached out to shake my hand while Paula sucked on
him. Paula pulled off long enough to look back at me and said, "Hi, Pops!
Come join the party," then turned back to her business at hand. Rhonda
excused herself and returned to the reception desk.  Moments later the girl
who had been taking care of things for her, came into the room.  Sure
enough, she was the twin of the girl my son was fucking.  Jason hopped up
and introduced her to me, explaining that she and her twin sister were the
daughters of Rhonda and Bob.  The name went in one ear and out the other as
she took my dick in hand.  I had been invited to an orgy.  "Miss Paula says
you really know how to use this thing," the teen beauty said with laughter
in her eyes.  But I really wasn't looking into her eyes so much as at the
firm C-cup tits she sported.  She then added, "Would you care for something
to eat?" I was hungry and there were trays of food scattered here and
there, as well as a well stocked bar, but that's not what she meant.  She
made that perfectly clear when she commented on how she had heard that I
used my tongue to good effect and then led me to an empty chair next to Mel
and Gwen, sat and lewdly spread herself open for a cunt sucking.  Happily I
obliged.  What an afternoon!  Munching away at this teen's cunt, I only had
to glance to the side to see Gwen rising and lowering herself on Mel's
prong.  Bye and bye, I heard him say, "I'm cumming in your cunt, slut.  I'm
cumming in your cunt, you fine little whore." Gwen moaned and whimpered as
Mel unloaded his balls in her, and in doing so triggering her orgasm.  She
didn't yell or call out, but the way her body was jerking on his throbbing
cock, it was pretty clear what was happening.  She stopped moving for a
moment, then slid off his lap and onto the floor between his splayed legs
where she proceeded to take his slimy semi-erect prong into her mouth.  Of
my three daughter-in-laws, Gwen was the least likely I thought to be a
wanton slut, but I had thought wrong. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
someone come up behind her.  I stopped munching pussy long enough to see
that it was Bob, the father of the girl I was eating.  Bob lifted Gwen's
hips and skewered her from behind, pumping into her for several minutes
while I returned my oral attention to his teen daughter's pussy. "You want
some of this?" I heard from the side.  I looked over at Bob who was
grinding into Gwen.  It was a dilemma.  Did I want to fuck Gwen or did I
want to fuck the girl I was eating.  I was like a dog who had a choice
between two bones.  As tempting as it was to skewer Gwen once Bob moved out
of the way, I quickly and correctly surmised that I could have Gwen
anytime, but I might not have the same opportunity with Bob's daughter.
"No, I think I'll fuck this one," I replied rising. "Help yourself," Bob
laughed as he pulled his cock from my daughter-in-law's pussy with a lewd
sucking sound.  "But pace yourself.  These cunts will wear us all out
sooner than we'd want." "Speak for yourself, old man," laughed Mark, my
middle son, before replacing Bob.  Good lord!  What an afternoon!  No way
could I get to all five women before my pecker gave it up permanently for
the day.  And that was before Kendra and her father joined us to fornicate
and photographically memorialize this Memorial Day weekend orgy for his
website.  Fred's website, that was another thing I wasn't aware of until I
was brought up to speed with my family.  But I did my best, and following
Bob's suggestion that I pace myself, saved my cum until I couldn't hold
back any longer, managing to do four out of the six available women.  I
didn't do Paula nor Bob's wife, Rhonda, that afternoon, but later that
night I managed to get it up again for Rhonda and Bob for a DP. It's funny
how the dynamics worked.  For several hours there was sexual excess and
then everyone seemed to run out of gas all at the same time.  Between the
sex and the booze and the funny cigarettes that were passed around, I'm
surprised I had any cogent thoughts about much of anything.  But, I guess
it was the dad in me, when I realized that if my three boys and their wives
were here, where in the hell were the kids?  Last time I saw any of them,
little Sandra was being led away by two of her boy cousins and taken to
Fred's on-grounds photo studio. Figuring the boys could look after
themselves, I asked Kendra about Sandra's whereabouts, seeing that Sandra's
mom was passed out. "Last time I saw them was after the photo shoot.  But
don't worry, my boys will look after her." "Photo shoot?  With Sandra?" "Of
course.  She's quite photogenic." "Doing what?" "What do you think, Pops?
Two young boys and little girl?" "Oh...  Oh, Jesus..." That evening, it was
remarkably easy to round up all the kiddos, as they knew to check in at 5
PM.  All seemed to be okay, though I had to wonder what they had all been
up to all afternoon.  It was a case of speak-no-evil hear-no-evil.  The
kids were all mum and the parents appeared to be quite uninterested in what
the kids had been doing.  I took my oldest grandson, Jeff, aside and asked
him. "You're not supposed to ask, Poppa," he told me. "Well, I am asking,"
I replied a bit annoyed. "You're not supposed to ask," he repeated.  "And
we're not supposed to tell.  But, I can tell you that I had fun." "Uh, has
Aunt Kendra's dad taken pictures of you." "Sure, lots of times," "Doing
what?" "Just playing around." "Outside or inside his studio?" "Both." "What
kind of photos?" "The same kind you took of Meagan and me with Lisa at your
house.  Dirty photos" he added with a grin. "Oh, okay.  And your mom and
dad, they know about these dirty pictures?" "Sure.  They'll show them to
you if you want."

   *****

   We all had dinner together in the lodge dining room, occupying several
tables with the kids at their own table.  Like breakfast that morning, it
was a dinner buffet.  And as the rule was that a parent had to accompany
kids through the buffet line, my three daughter-in-laws spent as much time
on their feet as sitting at a table.  After the orgy, you might expect that
the discussion would have centered on sex, but as we were out in public,
football was the main subject with lots of speculation on which team would
make it this year to the playoffs and to the Super Bowl, not that anyone
had the foggiest idea that early in the season.  Still, there was lots of
talk about this team and that team and who had the best quarterback and who
had the best defense, etc.  etc.  etc.  For the most part the girls ignored
us and had their own conversation.  It was just like real life! After
dinner, I needed a nap in the worst way.  Mel offered me his bed, which I
readily accepted.  To my surprise he crawled in with me.  "I like guys as
well as girls," he told me with a grin, "but if you're not into that, I'm
okay with it." "Uh, I'd rather not, Mel," I told him. "That's okay, but if
you change your mind..." With that he rolled over and also immediately
began snoring. We napped for about an hour, with me hardly sleeping at all,
expecting at any minute his hand would accidently end up on my pecker.  It
didn't.  He woke and hopped up fresh and ready to go.  Me, I lingered and
alone, I managed to get in twenty winks. When I woke, I was alone in Mel'
quarters.  Rising, I wandered out into the lobby where I found him chatting
with guests. Seeing me he said with a smile, "There you are!  Feeling
better, Bill? "Bill, I want you to meet..." The names went in one ear and
out the other.  They were an older couple, though a few years younger than
me.  I picked up that he was a doctor, an orthopedic surgeon and had been
coming to Eden Valley for twenty years or more.  The woman was nice looking
for a woman of her age, no doubt with the help of a good plastic surgeon.
The doctor and his wife(?) excused themselves and headed upstairs to their
room. "Nice fuck, that one," commented Mel once they were out of earshot.
"His wife?" I asked watching her taut flexing ass as they walked away.
"She's not his wife.  She comes here with different men and he comes here
with different women.  Hell, they may both be here with a different
partner.>" Chuckling he joked, "I guess they're going up to check on a
passage or two in the Gideon Bible." Changing the subject Mel asked, "You
up for a tour of the grounds?" "Well, not counting the walk over here this
morning from Eric and Paula's trailer, I've only really seen the water park
and the lobby of the hotel." "Well, come on then.  We just might catch
someone fucking out in the woods," he laughed. We headed out passing a
group of small cabins.  Mel saw one of the cleaning ladies just finishing
up in one of the cabins.  Unlike everyone else, except for the food service
staff, she was dressed in a white uniform. "Jaunita!" he called out. "Senor
Mel," she greeted with a smile. "Anybody home?" he asked pointing to the
open doorway. "No, senor. "Sorry I'm so late in getting to this," she
apologized. "It's a busy weekend, and I'm sure you had lots to do," he
replied giving her a pat on the ass. Turning to me he offered to show me
the inside of the cabin.  It was appropriately rustic for the woodland
setting of the resort with walls and ceiling of tongue and groove yellow
pine.  There was a single king bed, freshly made, a small sitting area up
front looking out the large windows and in the back a nice bathroom with a
walk-in shower.  A small refrigerator, microwave oven and coffee maker, as
well as a TV, rounded out the amenities. As we began to leave, Juanita
blocked our way momentarily.  Looking down at Mel's low hanging cock, she
looked up and asked, "You want me to..." "No, not today," he replied.  "My
pecker's plum wore out for the time being, honey.  But my friend here...
"Bill, you want her to suck your cock?" "No, that's okay," I replied taken
back by the encounter, "but...  uh, thanks for asking." With that we went
on our merry way, leaving Juanita to her duties. We walked past the sand
volleyball pit where a group of twenty-somethings along with some sand
covered kids were having a friendly pickup game.  Gesturing over to our
left, Mel commented about the new RV area which was obscured with the
trees. Soon we were cutting through the tent camping area, where families,
all nude, were eating or cooking on Coleman stoves or on the charcoal
grills with naked kids running about everywhere it seemed. From there we
passed through some woods and down a hill until we came upon a pond.  In
addition to the ducks, there were a few kayaks on the water, as well as
several beached.  On the far side, a couple of teenagers were playing in
the waist deep water. We stopped and Mel began telling me of his childhood
here.  "I grew up here.  My great grandfather bought the place at a tax
sale during the Depression, and opened it up as hedonistic nudist camp. 
The pond is spring feed and was dammed up when he bought it.  It was the
original swimming hole. "He and my grandmother were not only into public
nudity, but into free sex.  To cover expenses they sold memberships. 
Anything went.  Folks coming here back then weren't particularly squeamish
about kids having sex with each other nor with adults.  From what my
grandfather tells me, it was quite common to see some kid being buggered
out in the open.  Blowjobs hardly merited notice.  It wasn't like it is
today with all the rules of nudist etiquette, no touching, no kissing, no
sex out in public.  The open sex went by the wayside in the 1950's.  "My
grandfather put in the original RV area back in the fifties, but we didn't
get a pool here until the 1970's when I took over from my grandfather. 
Before then, everyone swam here in the pond.  "My grandfather raised my
mother in the original spirit of the place, as was I.  As to my father, who
knows?  It could have been any of a number of men.  All I know is my birth
certificate lists my father is listed as unknown. "You know Fred, Kendra's
dad?  He and I grew up here.  His father was a pornographer.  My
grandfather gave him permission to shoot films here out in the woods and
gave him permission to use me in those films.  God only knows how many
times Fred and I were featured in his movies, running around naked, sucking
each other out in the woods.  When we got older, we'd fuck girls.  I think
I was five years old when I starred in my first movie.  Ahhh, those were
the days... "It's nothing like that anymore.  The mores of society changed
and we had to change with them.  With better facilities, joining a
nationwide nudist association and with an acceptable code of conduct,
business picked up.  It really picked up when I put in the trailer area and
started renting out the trailers to guests.  Next came the cabins and about
fifteen years ago, I was able to raise some capital and put in the water
park and the lodge.  Business has been booming ever since. "Some of the old
school families still come here, bring their kids and pass them around like
they were passed around as kids.  But that's all out of sight and behind
closed doors.  But of course, kids being kids, they don't follow the rules
when they are not under Mama's thumb and lots of kiddie sex happens out in
the woods.  Every so, often we'll get a complaint about what happened to
little Johnny out in the woods, but the parents are responsible for
supervising their own kids.  If they let them run wild, well...  things do
happen." "So what about our kids?" I asked. "You mean Jeff and Meagan?"
"Yeah, what about them?" "Well, that's Eric's and Paula's responsibility,
isn't it?" "I suppose... "Our Meagan, she's just like her mama...  a cum
dump little whore." He then added with a laugh, "But that's not entirely
her fault.  That girl's a cock sucking pro, as is her brother. "You ever
see those two fuck?" he asked expectantly. "Uh, yeah, as a matter of
fact..." I answered. "Hell, I don't know what those two are waiting for."
"Who, Meagan and Jeff?" "No, no, no...  her parents." "Waiting for what?"
"Waiting for her tenth birthday.  The girl fucks every boy here, but do I
get a chance to stick my cock in her puss?  Noooooo, I've got to wait until
she's ten. "Say, they didn't let you fuck her, did they?" "No," I replied
not believing that I was even having this conversation. "I hear you've got
a little cutie back home that you keep naked," he stated. "Lisa?  I don't
keep her naked, she just likes to be naked...  all the time," I replied.
"And her parents are okay with that?" "Yeah.  She won't keep her clothes
on, so no day care will take her.  So I babysit for them." "And you mess
with her?" "I don't mess with her, Mel.  I play with her." "And you make
her blow you?" "No, I don't make her blow me." "But she does blow you."
"Okay, yes, she blows me, but I don't force her to do it or anything, she
just does it.  Her dad taught her..." "A man after my own heart," Mel
laughed.  "You ought to bring them here with you sometimes.  They'll fit
right in." Our conversation was interrupted by a man who was out walking
with a little girl.  Not little, little, but obviously not close to
puberty. Mel introduced me to the guy, but I was distracted by the sight of
something running down the girl's thigh.  Did he...  out here?  Mel noticed
too. "For Christ's sake, Jack!  You're running down her legs!" Mel nearly
shouted.  "Take her in the god damned pond and wash her off before someone
sees that!" The man did just that while Mel and I continued our walk with
Mel cursing the guy for stupidity.  When he finally calmed down, I asked if
he was the girl's father.  "No, he's not.  No relation what so ever, other
than they both starred in one of Fred's porn flicks a month or so ago."
"Fred shoots porn flicks here?" "Yeah, but don't be repeating that.  The
girl's stepdad ran into some financial difficulties and Fred helped him
out. They'll be making a part two sometime this weekend.  I guess she's
going to be one of Fred's stars from now on, but the less I know about
that, the better." We ended up in the RV area where Mel chatted it up with
several people before he brought me back to Eric and Paula's trailer.  This
was good thing, for by that time I was completely turned around. Apparently
everyone was back as Eric, Paula and the kids were sitting under the
awning. It was cocktail hour so we joined them for a drink.  Of course I
was asked what I thought about resort. "It's really beautiful here," I
answered honestly.  "The facilities are first rate." "But are you having
fun?" Paula asked with a sly smile. "Are you kidding?  I'm having the time
of my life." "You have any problems or issues with any of it?" she pressed.
Well, this was as good a time as any.  "Yeah, I do have one problem.  I
don't like to hear anyone calling Meagan a little whore, and that goes for
you too, Eric." Turning to Paula I added, "I know it's none of my business,
but you asked." "It's really not meant to be derogatory or disparaging,"
Paula defended.  "I've been called a whore all my life and it doesn't
bother me, because I am a whore.  I love sex.  Lots and lots of sex. 
Meagan is just like me and she enjoys sex too.  The only time anyone calls
her a whore is in private.  Never in public.  As far as Meagan is
concerned, it's a term of endearment." "I still don't like it.  Not at all.
So when I'm around..." "Okay, Pops," Eric interjected, "we hear you."
Looking around he continued, "Hear that, Melvin?  Hear that, Paula?  Pops
doesn't like to hear it, so let's cool it.  Okay?" "You're the boss when it
comes to your kids," Melvin said with a frown. Mel turned to me.  "I
apologize, Bill, and I respect where you are coming from.  Don't think for
a moment that I don't adore her." With that he turns to Meagan and asks
her, "Sweetie, I know you've been busy today, but do you have any energy
left for some grandpa time?" Meagan smiled, stood up and walked to the
trailer door. "How about it, Bill?" Mel asked with a grin.  "Girl gives a
great blowjob for a nine year old." "Like I said, Pops, you just can't fuck
her," Eric said.  "Not until she's old enough." "She's old enough now,"
snorted Mel. "Daddy, be good," castigated Paula.  "That matter's been
settled." "Okay, okay.  No harm in lobbying," he answered standing before
he followed Meagan into the trailer. "How about it, Pops?" Paula asked. 
"We'll be heading over to the dance in a little while, so if you up for
it..." Even after all I knew and had experienced, my granddaughter's own
mother asking me if I wanted a blowjob from her daughter still astonished
me. "Yeah, go on, Pops," Eric urged grinning.  "Enjoy yourself." My
conscious clear and having gotten the green light from her parents, I
finished off my scotch and joined Mel in the trailer for a blowjob from our
granddaughter.  Even knowing what was to take place, I was still taken
aback momentary seeing Mel sitting on the sofa with Meagan between his
knees slurping on his prick.  "Hey, glad you decided to join us," Mel said
looking up from the pre-teen girl fellating him while patting the sofa
beside him to indicate where I should sit. "That's a good start, baby," he
said as he lifted her head and mouth off his hard cock.  "Now give your
Poppa a warm up." Meagan looked up at me smiling and scooted over on her
knees to between my spread legs.  She grasped my hardening prick, licked it
while looking me in the eye with a sly smile and said, "I am a whore,
Poppa. So it's okay if you call me one," then took the head between her
lips. "No, it's not okay," I replied.  "You're too precious. "Oh, yeah,
baby, suck it," I said as she took more into her mouth.  "Damn, you're
really good at this." Dreamily I looked over at my partner in crime and saw
him lustfully watching.  Not watching me, but watching Meagan as she sucked
my dick, his own randy dick hard and ready.  At that moment I realized that
there wasn't a wits bit of difference between him and me.  We were both
dissolute perverts.  Whether he called Meagan a whore and I didn't, didn't
change that fact.  That was proven when she left my dick to suck his dick
and I lustfully watched his substantial prong sliding in and out of her
mouth as she knelt naked between his legs. Back and forth she went. 
Sucking Mel for a minute or two and then sucking me a moment or two before
returning to Mel's dick.  This went on for more than a half hour.  We could
have gone on for hours doing this before either of us blew his load down
her throat, but Eric interrupted us, saying it was time to go and to wrap
it up. 'Screw the fucking dance,' I thought.  'I'm not finished here.' But
being the dutiful daughter, Meagan listened to her daddy and abandoned our
ancient prongs in favor of going to the dance.  Needless to say, it
literally took no time to get dressed for the dance.  Leaving my hat
behind, I joined the small group that had gathered under the awning.  Mark
and Jason were grinning ear to ear as I stepped out of the trailer.  Kendra
and Paula were huddled in conversation.  The boys were off goofing around
in the roadway.  Gwen, with Sandra wrapped around her leg, blushed red as I
made my appearance and looked away.  Right then and there I decided that if
I could get it up, I was going to get between that one's legs again
tonight. As we left for the dance as a group, Meagan came and took my hand.
"Are you my date tonight?" I asked her.  She just grinned at me and I
realized that she just might be determined to finish tonight what she had
just left unfinished.  Gwen could wait. We had two tables reserved for us
up close to the band stand.  Then again, all of the tables had been
reserved.  The dance was free to all guests, but the tables came at a
price. As we were seated, the young waitress dressed in just her white
shoes and white collar with black bow tie took our orders and scurried off.
I'd seen her earlier that day hustling buckets of iced beer and had to
wonder how many hours did these girls work in a single day. The band was
already playing and it surprised me that they were clothed.  The lead guy
made comment about what a pleasure it was playing for a crowd that let it
all hang out.  The crowd in turn began to shout, "Take it off!  Take it
off!" As the band struck up a ZZ Top tune, he began doing just that,
stripping for a crowd of nudists.  It was pretty damned loud, but they were
also pretty damned good.  By the time the stripper anthem closed, he was a
bare as everyone else, maybe even more so as he was barefoot.  And as far
as the resort rule of no sexually suggestive moves went, apparently he
hadn't gotten the memo.  He was as lewd as any pole dancer I'd ever seen,
the kids be damned.  Interestingly, no one objected; not to that nor to
dance partners touching while dancing.  Don't get me wrong, there wasn't
any tit groping out on the dance floor, but skin-to-skin and hands on butts
seemed to be okay.  Everyone had a good time. Paula, of course, wanted me
to dance with her.  Even though I would have much preferred a nice slow
tune, I was game.  She suggested that I lose my sandals, so as to spare
toes, so I did.  Lots of bouncing titties out there and hip/butt bumps. 
Kendra too wanted to dance with me, so we did, to a slow number.  Meanwhile
Mel had Gwen out on the floor, while Jason danced with little Sandra,
lifting and holding her by her butt.  Bob and Rhonda joined us at our
table, along with their twin teens.  While Bob danced with one of his
daughters, I danced with the other.  Which one I have no clue.  Along with
all of my daughter-in-laws and the well endowed Rhonda and her daughters, I
danced with a number of naked women, none of whom seemed to be concerned
with skin-to-skin contact with an old fossil like me.  If this is what they
mean by "social nudity", count me in!  It was a great time, the one of best
times I'd ever had since my dear sweet wife died.  When the dance broke up
around eleven PM, Jason informed me that Sandra was spending the night with
Meagan and as such I'd lost my place in Eric and Paula's trailer.  He then
invited me to spend the night with Gwen and him at the Lodge.  I guess I
could have taken Mel's spare bedroom, but why do that?  It had been a long
day for this old man.  Indeed it had been a long day for Gwen too.  Jason,
however, was feeling frisky.  "Suck my dad's dick, baby," he requested of
his wife once we all in the sack.  Without complaint, she did just that
while Jason mounted her from behind and pounded her until he came.  I don't
know if she was disappointed that I didn't cum, but I was still depleted
from the afternoon excesses.  As we lay in bed, side by side, I had to ask
Gwen while groping a tit, "I understand perfectly why Paula and Kendra are
like they are, but how did you get into group sex?" "You'd better ask
Jason," she replied giving me a kiss. Not waiting for me to ask him and not
waiting for his wife to break her lip lock on me, Jason replied, "Well, as
you know, Gwen was brought up in a very religious family.  Her dad is the
head deacon in our church.  Before we married, her dad and the pastor sat
us down and explained what we should expect from each other.  I was told
that it was my duty to provide for my family and provide for the church at
the tune of 10% of whatever I earned.  She was told that as my wife that
she was to obey me in all things without question. "Now I had come here to
Eden Valley any number of times by then and stayed with either Eric or Mark
and was invited to have sex with them and their wives.  So when we were
married, I gave to the church 10% of everything I made, before taxes.  I'd
already taken her virginity before we were married, and she enjoyed sex as
much as I did, so I told Gwen what I expected of her.  She wasn't real
happy about becoming a nudist at first, but she did.  She also wasn't real
happy at first about swinging, but after a few trips here, she got into
that too." "Does your mom and dad know about all this?" I asked her. "No,
and it's none of their business," she said.  "And my dad would be the first
to say that.  I belong to Jason and that is that, and as long as we paid
our bills, took care of Sandra, went to church and supported the church, he
and Mom are happy. "But how do you feel about all this?" I asked. "If Jason
wants me to have sex with other men, I'm fine with that.  Besides, it's
fun." "But what about Sandra?" "She loves it here.  All the kids do." "But
what about the sex?" "Well, we've tried to keep her away from that, and
everyone knows that she's off limits." "But she's spending the night with
Meagan and probably with Jeff." "With Jeff and Lyle and Ben," she
corrected. "Kids will be kids, but we don't want her having sex with adults
and everyone knows that and respects that.  And Jeff knows to keep his dick
out of her." "It's none of my business," I continued, "but are you aware
that this afternoon Sandra went with Mark's boys, Ben and Lyle, to Fred's
studio?" "Yeah, Pops, we know," my youngest answered.  "My credit cards are
maxed out, so I had to write a check for the fucking tires.  Depending on
when some other checks hit the bank, there was good chance that the check
for the tires would bounce come Tuesday morning.  We needed the money,
pronto, and Fred offered to wire money into our account in exchange for a
photo spread with Sandra and the boys.  I know it's not right, but we
didn't have any choice." "You could've asked me," I told them.  "I'll give
you the money if you're caught short.  I've told you that before." "I know,
Pops, but we needed to get the money in the bank today, not next week."
"We're not happy about doing that, Pops," Gwen added, "but the boys would
never do anything that would hurt her.  Besides, we had guidelines
established with Kendra's dad.  No vaginal penetration." "Well, maybe the
boys' fingers," Jason added.  "But that's not anything new." "I'll still
give you the money," I told them.  "How about if I give you a check for two
thousand before we go home Monday?" "You don't need to do that, Pops," my
son protested. "Yes, I do.  You two need the money.  Now if you need more
than that, it'll take me a day or two to gather it." "No, we don't need any
more than that, but yeah, the money will come in handy," my son said. "Now
if you can get it up, how about if we flip for a double fuck?" he asked.
"Gwen had me up a few minutes ago," I said. "Okay, babe.  Get to sucking
his dick and get him hard." Gwen didn't hesitate to scoot down and go down
on me again.  While my daughter-in-law sucked me to a hard-on, her husband
explained, "I'll flip this quarter.  If it's heads, you get her pussy.  If
it's tails you get her ass." Jason flipped a coin. "Heads it is. "When he's
hard, babe, I'll put it up your ass, turn us both over and let Pops climb
on top," he said. I don't know if it was Gwen's oral skills or lewdness of
what Jason was suggesting, but in no time she had me up and took up a face
down position for Jason to enter her ass.  Like a hot knife through butter,
he slid into his wife effortlessly and without even a grimace or grunt from
her.  With Gwen impaled he rolled the two of them over with practiced ease
and hooking his ankles with hers spread her open for me to mount and enter
her cunt.  With her husband's dick up her ass, her well used pussy was very
tight fit for my prong.  Jason humped into her and I felt his cock move
through the walls of her pussy.  Holding my weight off of her, I was more
or less eye to eye with her.  The burning lust was evident in her eyes and
her face.  She really dug this shit. Within a minute or so, my son and I
had established a rhythm and Gwen's cunt was squeezing my poor cock even
more than it was already squeezed.  Within two minutes, Gwen was howling
her pleasure.  No doubt she could be heard in the adjacent rooms, not that
anyone gave a damn.  At least no one beat on the walls or anything.  After
ten minutes or so, my prostate contracted and I came in cunt, making a
small deposit of squiggliers from my depleted balls in her already cum
saturated cunt. I rolled off and the next thing I knew it was a bright and
sunny Sunday morning.



   Part 16 - Eden Valley Adventures II

   Once up in the morning we all took a quick shower in the large walk-in
shower, with Gwen fussing about keeping her hair dry while Jason humped her
for a good morning fuck.  That was fun to watch from inches away, and I was
surprised that I got it up.  Jason offered me a turn at his pixie wife,
which I gladly accepted.  After only a minute or two of me sawing into her
while she braced herself in the corner, Jason wanted to finish off in her.
Knowing it could be a long day, I elected to get out and let them be,
saving my powder for later.  By the time Jason was done with her, her hair
was soaking wet. Wet hair at nudist resort is nothing unusual, so with the
three of us squeaky clean, we had a quick breakfast downstairs.  To my
surprise, Gwen and Jason then dragged me off to a church service on the
Eden Valley grounds.  If she couldn't make it to her own church, Gwen
wasn't about to miss the non-denominational Christian church service held
in the open air chapel if she could help it.  To my astonishment the
service was packed and everyone lustily sang all the hymns familiar to
anyone brought up in a Protestant church.  Even more jolting was the nude
pastor standing on a rock platform conducting the service.  They did
everything except pass the plate and hold communion.  Church service over,
we headed for the water park where Paula had secured a table and was riding
herd on all of my grandkids.  Not that they needed any close supervision.
The morning was spent pretty much like yesterday morning, mostly in the
pool or drinking beer poolside with one or more of my grandkids in my lap.
Sandra was particularly frisky, standing in my lap and giving me kisses on
the lips while I firmly held her by her bare butt.  I was expecting a
rebuff from the nudist police, but none was forthcoming.  And if either
Gwen or Jason were concerned about Sandra's open affections for me, neither
said anything about it. After lunch, our group scattered, with my sons
taking the kids down to pond to feed the ducks and take the kids kayaking.
After that, they were going to the stables to let the kids ride the ponies.
After a morning of taking photos of the guests, Kendra was off helping her
dad at the studio.  Paula and Gwen claimed that they were going to take a
nap (why did I doubt that?).  That left me with Melvin who wanted to take
me over Fred's studio so Fred could photograph me in the buff, you know, a
professional photo for the family. Fred was ready for me the moment I got
there.  Against a black background with strong lighting only from one side
for shadowing, he had me pose standing, twisting this way and that, showing
off my cock and looking over my shoulder to show off my butt. In fifteen,
twenty minutes he was done and ready for his next appointment, a young
couple who wanted some racy photos of themselves to memorialize their
youthful bodies.  For this Fred gave me a second camera to do what I could
do with it while he posed them and snapped frame after frame of them
embracing, kissing and even fucking.  Neither of them were shy nor
embarrassed about what they were doing.  Me, I struggled with a hard-on for
most of the lurid shoot.  Fred held me over for his next client, a couple
who Fred had paid to do a photo spread of their seven year old daughter. 
Fred dressed her up in a soccer uniform, complete with shin guards and
soccer ball.  Sitting on a bench with a plain unadorned green background,
she was to slowly strip off all her clothes.  Shoes went first, one at a
time, then the shin guards one at a time and then the socks.  Bare below
her shorts, she smiled and hammed it up for the camera.  It was apparent
that this wasn't her first visit to Fred's studio.  She slowly peeled off
her jersey leaving her chest bare.  Then went the soccer shorts.  Last were
her frilly panties, which she removed slowly, with the final shots with her
panties dangling by one foot as she displayed her bald pussy to whoever
bought the set.  I thought that was would have been it, but I was wrong. 
With the panties discarded on the floor and the squirrel shots made, she
climbed off the bench to model her smooth ass while she looked over her
shoulder and smiled at the camera.  One knee went up on the bench and she
stood on one leg displaying her ass.  Then she did stretches which opened
her ass cheeks up enough to show her anus.  Then came the standing spits,
holding one leg up over her head and opening her pre-teen pussy lips enough
to show the wet pink interior.  The girl was quite flexible! The shoot
completed, the proud parents gathered up her up and left with her nude.  I
don't know why that surprised me.  The parents were nude, Fred and I were
nude, and the girl was nude.  What else did I expect at a nudist resort?
Next was a man with his teenage daughter.  He wanted some professional
photos of her, so we shot a set.  She was quite lovely, had a sultry look
about her and her pussy lips were engorged.  Obviously freshly fucked, she
was first class hard-on material that one.  No one seemed to mind my cock's
positive assessment of her. By the time the man and his daughter left, I
was horny as a three-horned Billy goat.  Thankfully, Mel came back to take
me somewhere else.  Where we went was to the trailer area.  He knocked on a
door and naked young boy with a buzz cut answered. "Is your daddy home?"
Mel asked.  Before the boy could answer, a man showed up behind him. "Mel!
Come in!  Come in!" he greeted enthusiastically.  Inside, we were offered a
seat on the cum stained sofa and a cold beer.  I was ready for a beer by
that time.  "Tom, this is Bill, Paula's father-in-law," Mel introduced.
"Bill, Tom's dad and I go way back," Mel then explained.  "A few years
back, Tom took up with a twelve year old fat girl whose mama passed her
around like she was party favor or something.  She got with child, to no
one's surprise.  Tom here offered to take the kid and put his name on the
birth certificate, providing she bore a boy.  "There's another guy I'll
introduce you to who wanted girls. "She dropped a boy and promptly got
preggo again.  Dropped another boy.  Next one she had was a girl.  Followed
by another boy and then a girl.  After that, the girl and her mama
disappeared, which was too bad as the breeder girl was real milk cow, if
you get my drift.  "Tom here collected all the boys and Carl got all the
girls.  All of them are available for some rough sex.  Not to just anyone,
of course, but for kiddie club members.  Membership does have its
privileges.  There are annual membership dues, 100% of which go to support
these kids.  "Interested?" That sounded like sex slaves to me.  Kiddie sex
slaves?  Holy tamoly! "Maybe you'd like a free sample?" Tom asked as he
held the young boy while openly molesting him.  Tom whispered something to
the boy.  The boy nodded, walked up to me, went to his knees between my
knees and took my semi-erect cock in hand and smiled at me. "Uh, I think
I'd better go," I said as I stood. "You'd rather go see what Carl has to
offer?" Mel asked. "Uh, no.  Not particularly," I replied.  Mel said, "You
just want your own grandkids to wet your dick." It wasn't a question.
"Perhaps you misconstrued what I was saying.  In this exclusive private
club, you're not allowed to harm any of these kids.  Not them or any other
kid on the grounds.  "If you did, I wouldn't have you arrested.  That would
led to too many questions, questions we'd rather not have to answer.  But
what I would do is have your ass hauled off into the woods and taught a
lesson.  A lesson you just might not ever recover from, if you get my
drift. It's our way of self-policing.  100% effective, I might add. "Now
this blowjob is on me.  There's no commitment on your part letting this boy
do what he does so well.  Of course if you'd rather sodomize him, you can
do that too.  "Whatever you decide, Bill, stays right here.  How about it?
From what I hear, you let Jeff suck your dick.  So why not this boy?" The
saying, "In for a penny, in for a pound," came to mind.  I sat back down.
The boy took hold of my dick again and brought it quickly to an erection.
Just then there was a pounding on the door.  Tom jumped up and answered it.
Another man entered the trailer and as he did so, his eyes fell upon the
boy stroking my cock and on me.  "Is Teddy available, Tom?" then intruder
asked. "Yeah, matter of fact he was just finishing up," Tom answered.
"Sorry, Mel, but Teddy here has a date.  Maybe some other time?" "Yeah,
that sounds like a plan," Mel said.  "Come on, Bill.  We'll have to come
back later, if you want." It's funny.  With the opportunity gone, my qualms
about letting this kid blow me vanished.  Maybe it had more to do with
having an audience than with having the kid suck my dick.  Either way, I
was off the hook, thus giving me time to consider Mel's dissolute proposal.
It then occurred to me...  were my grandkids included in this club's kiddie
harem? "Mel, I have to ask," I said grabbing his arm and coming to a stop.
"This club and group of kids...  are our grandkids involved in all of
this?" "Oh, no!" laughed Mel.  "Our kids are private stock.  Tom and Carl's
kids, they're available to a much larger circle of pedophiles.  Our kids,
and I'm including Mark and Kendra's boys, they're for family only.  We
wouldn't want any of them catching something from a dirty dick, now would
we?" For some reason, I didn't find his answer particularly comforting, nor
did I buy into it 100%.  Were Bob and Rhonda considered to be family?  As I
would later learn, Rhonda was family, as she was Mel's first cousin. Back
in Mel's lair, we found all the kids together playing, watching video
games. We were warmly greeted by all but the two engaged in mortal combat.
While I sat on the sofa, Mel fixed us drinks at his wet bar.  By the time
he delivered me my drink, little Sandra had claimed my lap, but not before
giving me a smack on the lips.  As soon as Mel was seated, Meagan was in
his lap, his hands automatically wandering across her bare flesh and
settling between her legs.  Sandra and I watched as his finger first
diddled, then plunged in and out of her girlie parts and as he did, she was
looking slack jawed and glassy eyed into my eyes. After a few minutes of
this, he pulled his finger from her pussy and made a great show of sucking
her juices from his molesting finger.  She began to recover from being
masturbated and Mel tells her, "Be a good girl and give your Poppa a
blowjob." She nodded and climbed off his lap. "Here, let me have Sandra,"
Mel said as he reached over and took her from me while Meagan pried my
knees apart.  "You can't do that to her," I told Mel. "I know, I know.  I
respect the wishes of her parents," he said, "but she can watch and learn,
can't she?" I didn't know if that was permissible or not and chose not to
think about it while my older granddaughter began rooting around in my
crotch. "Hey!  Poppa's gettin' a blowjob!" announced seven year old Ben who
was waiting for his turn at the video game. When nine year old Lyle turned
to watch, Jeff took immediate advantage of his inattention to deliver a
mortal blow to Lyle's character.  Not that Lyle cared all that much, as
Jeff regularly trounced his two younger cousins.  With the game won, Jeff
called out, "Yeah, suck his dick, Sis!" Meanwhile Ben and Lyle gathered in
close to watch their cousin's indecent sex act. "Can I suck you next,
Poppa?" my youngest grandson asked.  "No, I'm next!" declared his older
brother Lyle. "I asked first!" "I'm older!" Next thing I know and the two
naked brothers are wrestling around on the floor at my feet while Meagan
slobbered and sucked on me.  Lyle subdued his younger brother and declared
victory.  I really wasn't ready for what happened next.  Lyle straddled his
prostrate younger brother and made him blow him, though Ben didn't resist.
Apparently they often settled their differences in this manner and as
result I suppose Ben sucked Lyle more often than Lyle sucked his little
brother.  Victorious, Lyle tapped Meagan on the shoulder.  "Hey, it's my
turn," he told his cousin.  Demonstrating that she knew how to get along
and play nice with other children, she moved off my cock and before I could
stop him, Lyle took her place. Mel just laughed at my predicament,
especially with Ben waiting his turn impatiently and playfully kicking at
his brother while he sucked me.  When Lyle pulled off and made room for
Ben, what could I do?  I couldn't show favoritism and deny young Ben a go
at my fat prick, so I let him and ended up cumming in the kid's mouth.  Ben
demonstrated that it wasn't his first rodeo with an adult's cock and
swallowed it all down without flinching. Once Ben was done and I pushed him
off my softening cock, Mel handed Sandra back to me and summoned Ben and
Lyle who gladly gave their third grandpa a joint blowjob. "I wanna play
too," Sandra whined. "Your mom and dad haven't given us permission to play
like that, baby," I told her.  Not that she had any understanding of why
she had to be left out of the game.  And to her, it was just a game. "I
hate you!" she declared, climbed off my lap and sought solace with her
oldest cousin, Jeff who was still sitting on the floor watching what his
two grandfathers were doing with his legs spread.  "It's okay if she plays
with me," Jeff declared.  I didn't know about that, but I didn't stop her
when she crawled between Jeff's leg, lowered her head and gave him what my
little Lisa would call, a noogie. Mel spermed up the boys' faces and had
Meagan clean them up with her tongue, then Lyle took her on the floor at
our feet while across the room Sandra was still orally engaged with Jeff.
Playtime over, Mel fixed us another round of drinks while Ben and Lyle took
up the controllers and began playing the video game again while Jeff
watched.  Meanwhile, Meagan and Sandra sat off to the side playing with a
couple of dolls.  Other than the fact that everyone was nude and ignoring
what had just taken place, it could have been a Norman Rockwell scene of
wholesome family life. I felt enormously guilty about the whole thing and
expressed that to Mel, who politely listened and refrained from commenting.
Apparently he later on told Eric about it, as my oldest took me aside the
next morning and told me, "Buck it up, old man.  You've fallen in with a
bad lot, so just enjoy it.  Paula and I don't care, so long as you don't
hurt them.  Mark and Kendra don't care either.  "As for Jason and Gwen,
they don't care if Sandra sucks Jeff or any other kid.  The kids around
here, they all suck dicks.  I don't suppose Jason really gives a shit, but
Gwen....  she might be a slut now, but she wasn't raised a slut like Paula
and Kendra were.  They just don't want men messing with Sandra.  You didn't
mess with her and Mel didn't mess with her, so stop worrying about it and
just enjoy the rest of your stay. "You are enjoying yourself, Pops, aren't
you?" "Oh, god damn yes!" I replied.  "This has been a fabulous weekend."
"Are you coming back?" "Damned right, I'm coming back!  You know, I think
I'll just sell my house and move out here." "Really?  That'd be great,
Pops! "Hey, Mel has a nearly new travel trailer he had to buy from the
family of old man who was living here," Eric informed me.  "He had a
massive heart attack and died on the spot.  The trailer comes with a F250
towing vehicle, which is practically brand new.  I'm sure Mel would make
you a deal on it.  Used trailers and used trucks don't have much of a
resale value, not compared with something brand new off a dealer's lot, and
I know for a fact that the truck has less than ten thousand miles on it. 
As for the travel trailer, Old Joe had bought the trailer, moved it out
here and while he was making his hook ups, he keeled over and died.  He
never spent the night in it.  Of course Mel's been renting it out on the
weekends, but it would be perfect for you." "Sounds interesting.  I'll ask
Mel about it." "Let us talk to him first.  Paula has him wrapped around her
little finger; always has.  After she works him over," he laughed, "he'll
probably give the damned trailer to you." "No, I'll pay him for what he has
in it," I said.  "Provided I like the trailer."

   *****

   That conversation took place the morning after I spent the night with
Bob and Rhonda.  A threesome with those two was nothing like my threesome
with Jason and Gwen.  With my son and daughter-in-law it was more like two
guys screwing the same girl at the same time.  With Bob and Rhonda it was
three way sex.  After we had both busted a nut in her, Bob's dick was
thrust in my face as he went down on me, the goal being to get it up again
for a DP.  I was either drunk enough or jaded enough by that time that I
played by their rules.  In the light of the morning after, I was fine with
it all.  It had been a fun night after a fun afternoon.  Surely I was going
to hell when I died, but in the mean time, I was determined to have a best
time ever.  Monday morning, besides featuring my transformation into a true
ogre, it was a rainy morning.  Even before the breakfast buffet was over,
card tables were being set up in the lobby of the lodge and more tables set
up in a mostly unused banquet room.  Card games, backgammon and chess were
the featured games of a hastily organized tournament.  Unless you wanted to
stay in your room doing whatever, it was either that or walking around
naked in the rain.  You'd be surprised how many folks opted for the latter.
Me, I wasn't about to be humiliated at chess by some eleven year old and I
never really enjoyed playing bridge, but I was at one time pretty good at
backgammon.  I got wiped out the first two games, but then the odds of
certain rolls of the dice came back to me and I did pretty damned good. 
I'd forgotten how much fun that game was. After a few hours of playing and
watching others play backgammon, I retired with Mel to his secluded
quarters.  Our kids were all there along with Kendra and Paula.  My boys, I
was informed, were all upstairs with Gwen.  Paula and Kendra were both
excited about my earlier conversation with Eric.  "Pops, is it true?" Paula
asked clearly excited. "What's true?" I answered knowing exactly what she
was referring to. "You're going to move here?" "Well, I mentioned to Eric
that I was coming back and..." "He told you about Old Joe's trailer?" "Yes,
he did mention it." "Well, do you want to see it?  I understand that the
couple who rented it for the weekend have already checked out and gone
home." "Uh, okay, but it's raining." "Oh, pooh on that," Kendra said.  "A
little warm rain never hurt anyone.  You're naturally waterproof." "We'll
take Dad's Mule," Paula said.  "It has a surrey top.  At the worst we'll
just get damp." Well, with the three of us crowed into the little bench
seat for two, we got a little more than just damp as Paula tore through the
resort to where the trailer was located, but Kendra got the worst of it as
she was in my lap.  I made sure she didn't fall off by holding onto her
tits and while she squealed in delight, I playfully tweaked and tugged on
her nipples the whole way. Paula pulled under the awning.  We actually made
it more or less dry, or at least I did.  Opening the trailer with the key,
we went inside.  It hadn't been cleaned yet, but it wasn't a mess by a long
shot.  Like the rest of the resort, there wasn't any trash to be seen
anywhere and the bed was actually made.  Nudists, I had learned, were very
neat and tidy people.  Sort of goes with the minimalist lifestyle I
suppose. It was as Eric had described it, nearly brand new and much bigger
than I had expected.  With the bump outs extended, it was quite roomy.  It
even had a Wall Away recliner.  I could be quite comfortable here.
Examining the bedroom with the big king that took up the entire room,
Kendra, running her hand over my bare butt tells me, "Pops, I have to get
back to work at the studio.  But before I go, I want to tell you how much
we all enjoyed having you with us this weekend.  Sorry I had to work the
entire weekend, but my dad is slave driver.  Daddy told me to be sure and
give you a goodbye kiss." With that she pushed me onto the bed and proceed
to give me that goodbye kiss, delivering it to my pecker.  While Kendra
sucked me to an erection, Paula stood by the bed and just watched with a
smile.  Getting me up, Kendra took it to the next level and mounted me. 
All I had to do was hang on to her hips while she rose and fell on my
overworked prong. Paula wasn't about to be left out.  More or less sitting
beside us, she snaked her fingers onto Kendra's clit while leaning in and
sucking her sister-in-law's nipple.  Kendra's orgasm quickly built and
broke upon her, her pussy clinching and releasing my cock which somehow was
still working after a weekend of excess.  Her orgasm fading, she rolled off
to the side.  Paula in turn quickly sucked Kendra's juices from my dick. 
It wasn't exactly a blowjob, but she quickly got me off anyway and then
shared her nutty treat with Kendra during a kiss.  I could have stayed and
taken a nap, but after smacking her lips, Kendra needed to get to Fred's
studio, as they had several appointments that afternoon for portraiture
work.  So we piled out of the trailer and with Kendra in my lap, Paula sped
over to the studio and dropped her off. Back at Mel's, Eric was waiting for
us and as the kids had their first day of school the next morning, he
announced that he was ready to go.  I thanked Mel for his hospitality and
gave my other three grand kids a hug and a kiss.  Mark, Jason and Gwen were
still presumably upstairs, so I trekked up there to tell them goodbye. 
Jason answered the door and let me.  The room reeked of sex, which wasn't
surprising.  Nor was the sight of Gwen sucking Bob's dick.  Where Mark was,
no one knew.  "Sorry, Bob," I said as Gwen pulled off of him.  "We're
pulling out.  Tell Rhonda, thank you for last night.  It was fun.  We'll
have to do it again. "And you, my sweet girl, it was fun getting to know
you better this weekend," I said before I kissed her full on the lips while
copping a last minute feel of her tit.  Turning to Jason I told him that
I'd have a check in the mail for him as soon as I got home.  Gave him a hug
and trudged back downstairs where Eric was waiting impatiently for me.
"Will you come on, old man?" he chided. "I don't want to go," I told him.
"You're just going to stay?" "I'd like to, but I need to get home and make
some decisions.  But I'd much rather stay." "The place will be all but
deserted by tomorrow," he said.  "But it won't be completely deserted." The
fact that it was still lightly raining didn't seem to faze Eric as we
walked back to his trailer to gather up the kids and his wife, get dressed.
Loading up the Tahoe was a snap, as there really wasn't anything to load
other than our bodies.  As we drove away and through the electric gate, the
best weekend of my life was over.  I decided then that I would indeed be
back, sooner rather than later, and when I did, I would make a deal with
Mel for that trailer. I say we got dressed, the kids remained nude for the
ride home.  With the tinted windows, no one could see whether they were
dressed or not and as long as Eric didn't get stopped by the cops, what did
it matter? Me, I rode in the back with Meagan's head laying in my lap as
she slept.  Jeff was in the third seat by himself, playing with an old Game
Boy.  Other than Jeff's occasional Game Boy induced outbursts, it was a
quiet ride back to their home.  Somewhere along the way, I too faded out
until we rolled into town. Refreshed, I said my goodbyes and made the four
hour trek back home.  The empty house hit me like a punch in the gut.  It's
not that it was stuffy, the A/C would take care of that in short order, but
the fact that it was lifeless.  An empty lifeless joyless house that
suddenly felt like a prison.  It had been my home for twenty five or more
years, but it wasn't a home to me anymore.  It was just a house.  I
stripped off completely, ate a frozen something dinner and hit the scotch.
Shaking off my melancholy, I sat in my LazyBoy, drank, and with a smile,
reviewed the entire fantastic weekend I had with my family.  No way was I
staying here any longer.  Even if my boys and their families wouldn't be
there except on the weekends, I now had friends who lived there more or
less year round.  Mel had been a fantastic host and I liked the man.  He
had a way about him that made me feel that I'd known him for years, even
though in actuality, I knew nothing about the man before going to Eden
Valley.  And there was Bob and Rhonda, not to mention their twin girls. 
They with their daughters' help, managed the Lodge for Mel.  And there were
other folks I'd met who lived there, friendly folks who I didn't have a
chance to get to know during my short stay.  And then there was Tom and his
boys, boys he made available to "Club" members and that other guy with the
boys' sisters who made them available to "Club" members.  Then there was
Fred with his "photographic" business.  He was very busy making a living,
so I didn't get to know him very well, but what I did learn... Before I got
shit faced snookered, I wandered off to my lonely bed.  Actually it was
kind of nice not having someone groping my cock, not that I minded being
groped.  I slept very well, having to get up only one time to take a leak.

   *****

   Waking early and refreshed, I was having my first cup of coffee when
Staci delivered Lisa to me for the day.  Lisa was happy to see me, calling
out, "Granpa!  Granpa!  Grandpa!" has she ran to jump into my arms,
brightening my day immediately.  Her blue eyes were bright and filled with
love as she kissed me like she hadn't seen me in months, even though it was
just three days and on the weekends I often didn't see her at all. Dressed
for work, Staci took the opportunity to kiss "Daddy" good morning and
playfully took my cock in her hand.  "You be good to my little girl," she
said while gently squeezing my dick.  If I didn't know better, I might have
thought she was encouraging me to do something to her daughter that the
little girl was far from ready for. "I put a roast on in the Crock Pot,"
she said.  "There will be plenty, so if you want to join us for supper
tonight..." "That sounds great, Staci." The food at Eden Valley had been
good, but Staci's roasts were dynamite.  Of course there was a hidden
agenda, though by now I was fully aware of what an invite for dinner with
the Higgman's involved.  As I looked into Staci's eyes, I knew what she
expected.  She wanted Daddy's cock.  I just hoped that Daddy would be up
for it. Lisa squirmed out of my arms and gave her mother a kiss and hug.  A
moment later, Staci was out the door.  Picking Lisa up, I stood her on the
kitchen table.  She was barefoot, so dirty shoes weren't an issue.  Leaning
into her, I tickled her lips with my tongue while groping her ass.  Then I
began removing her clothes.  First I pulled her t-shirt over her head. 
Then I pulled her play shorts down.  It didn't surprise me that Staci had
neglected to put panties on her little girl, no doubt knowing that they
wouldn't be on for long anyway, so why bother?  With little Lisa rendered
in her natural state, I kissed her pale little nipples which were merely
pink dots at this stage.  Then I kissed down and tongued her navel which
made her giggle.  Going lower, I kissed her bald smooth mons then dropped
down to her right ankle and licked up her leg to her pussy.  I dropped back
down to her left ankle and dragged my tongue up her leg to her pussy.  By
then she was wiggling about and giggling uncontrollably.  Grasping her
naked haunches, I thrust my tongue between her legs and licked her bald
cunt.  "Stop!  Stop, Granpa!" she laughed.  "That tickles!" Of course I
didn't stop and licked her cunt again and again, holding her by her ass to
my mouth while she giggled and squirmed to get away. Releasing her I
expected her to say, "Do that again, Granpa," but instead she said, "Your
face tickles!" Running my hand over my face, I felt the stubble that I
hadn't shaved off that morning.  I grabbed her and rubbed my stubbled face
in her naked crotch which elicited a fit of giggles along with cries of,
"Stop!  Stop!  It tickles!" Pulling my face from her crotch, I pulled her
off the table with one hand on her butt and the other gripping he ankle. 
With Lisa squealing, I flipped her upside down and held her by the ankle
for a moment.  Then grasping her other ankle, I pulled her legs apart and
drew her toddler pussy up to my face where I licked and sucked on her young
twat, all to her peals of laughter.  Lowering her, I then swung her side to
side hanging by her feet.  Lifting her feet to my mouth, I lightly nibbled
at the soles of her little feet sending her into uncontrolled fit of
laughter.  For my climax, I lifted her higher while turning her to face
away from me until I could lay kisses all over her naked buttocks, ending
with a lick along her ass crack.  All the while she was hollering, "Stop,
Granpa!  Stop!" Gently I let her down where she crumpled up on the kitchen
floor.  Catching her breath, she urged, "Do that again!  Do that again,
Granpa!" while holding her feet in the air.  So I picked up again by the
feet, spread her and lifted her cunt to my mouth for a tongue fucking
followed by butt nibbling and ass kissing.  Throwing her over my shoulder
like a Neanderthal's trophy wife, I took her to the living room where I
deposited her on the sofa. "Give me a noogie," I told her as I stuck my
hard-on into her face.  Like I knew she would, she did just that, grabbed
my dick and put the head into her mouth.  Her little tongue danced over the
smooth leaking head of my cock.  Grasping her by her curly blond hair, I
forced more dick into her mouth.  I could get in maybe an additional inch,
if that and began pushing and pulling her head back and forth, face fucking
her. Coming to my senses, I stopped raping her mouth and just let her do
what she already did so well, and let her just tease a big load from my
recharged balls.  I gave her two good shots in her mouth, then pulled out
to finish on her pretty face.  My ardor sated, I picked her up and kissed
her, smearing my cum on her face with my lips. Breaking the kiss, she just
looked at me with her mouth slightly open with a far away expression. 
Suddenly she smiled brightly and declared, "I love you, Granpa!" "I love
you too, sweetheart," I replied before kissing her again.  I then picked
her up and took her to my walk-in shower.  She wasn't used to the spray
from a shower and complained mightily about it.  Having gotten us both
rinsed off I said, "Would you rather take a bath with me?" "Uh, huh!" she
said nodding her head grinning while water dripped from her uncovered body.
So I drew a bath and took a bath with her, complete with her "boats" and
previously drowned Barbie dolls.  Happily she played in the water until the
water grew cold.  As I dried her she told me, "I hunggy." "You haven't had
breakfast yet?" She shook her head in the negative with a pouty expression.
"Well, let's go see what we have." I had some Raisin Bran, which I knew she
wouldn't eat.  Even if she would eat it, I didn't have any milk.  Nor did I
have eggs nor cheese to make cheese toast, nor had I any bread, as I had
depleted everything before going to Eden Valley the Friday before. "Okay,
we're going to have to get dressed and go out for breakfast." She just
looked at me like she'd never heard of such a thing before.  Nor was she
particularly cooperative as I tried to get clothes on her again, but I
prevailed.  I didn't have any shoes for her, so I carried her into IHOP,
trusting that as long as her feet never hit the floor there wouldn't be an
issue with "No shoes, no service." She delighted in the Funny Face pancake
I ordered for her.  Me, I had one of the 55-and-older breakfasts, two eggs,
two strips of bacon, and two pancakes.  It had been a while since I'd been
in an IHOP and I had to wonder why.  The breakfast was cheap, the service
punctual, but more importantly it was good. With us both fed, I mailed the
promised funds to my youngest son, Jason, and then took her to the grocery
store to stock up on a few items that I'd need for the coming week, eggs,
cheese, frozen waffles, milk, popsicles, ABC soup, a box of Fruit Loops, as
well as a frozen lasagna, fish sticks and bananas.  Lisa was as good as she
could possibly be.  She liked our outings to the grocery store and reminded
me that "we" needed strawberry yogurt, fruit strips and cookies.