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   J-Girls



   1 - Welcome to the dance

   The story you are about to read tells of a tremendous change in life
styles for me . .  .  a sudden jump into the wild, wonderful world of
juvenile sex.  My name is John Danvers, although most people call me Jack.
It all started one bright, sunny, July morning in Indiana.  That's where I
live.  I was home, taking a few days off from work and enjoying just being
lazy.

   Earlier that day my wife, Sue, and I had a rather strange conversation.
It was about our spare time and how to use it.  Not that we had all that
much spare time.  Both of us worked and we had three daughters and a house
to take care.  My wife felt that what spare time we had should be put to
more productive use.  She told me that she wanted us all, me, her and our
three daughters, to visit a nudist resort near our home.  She claimed that
she'd heard a lot of good things about it from her friends and that if
nothing else it would give us all a chance to develop great all-over tans.

   Hardly a prude, I still had to give it a bit of thought before agreeing.
The idea of being naked with other adults was not too upsetting.  Before my
wife and I were married, we had run with a pretty wild group in college. 
There were parties where people got drunk and took their clothes off, and
not necessarily in that order.  It was the prospect of being naked with
kids, especially mine, that bothered me.  Something about the idea didn't
seem quite right.

   Like most fathers, I bathed and dressed my girls when they were young.
As they grew older, this happened less and less.  From the time each girl
started school I seldom saw them even in their underclothes, much less
naked.  Nobody ordered it this way.  Sue and I never discussed it.  Things
just seemed to work out that I would not be around when the girls were
changing or bathing.

   On top of this, my ten-year-old daughter, Mindy, was just coming into
that stage of increased self-awareness and sensitivity that comes with the
start of puberty.  She would spend a lot of time preening in front of the
mirror in her room and she had become very concerned about what she wore
and the way it looked on her.  To take her shopping for clothes was risking
your sanity.  She could spend an entire afternoon in a clothing store,
looking at everything they had, and come out with nothing.  It sometimes
took Mindy an hour to get dressed, and yet she'd look like she just grabbed
something out of the closet and threw it on, anyway.  I couldn't figure it
out.

   It didn't seem to me that Miss Fussy would care to go naked in front of
anyone.  On the other hand, eight year old Polly and five-year-old Suzy
probably wouldn't give it much thought.  They almost always went along with
whatever we wanted to do.

   Sue and I cherished our daughters.  We had deliberately chosen to bring
each one of them into the world.  Our lives together, with the girls, were
wholesome and stable; some might have looked at us and even said we led an
idyllic existence.  Sue and I had experimented with drugs in college, but
this stopped when we decided to have children.  We drank, occasionally, but
over time Sue virtually abandoned even this.  I still enjoyed a cold beer
now and then and almost always had some on hand.  Neither of us smoked.  If
Sue and I had a weakness, and I'm not sure this qualifies, it would have
been sex.  We enjoyed it very much and even after many years together,
still did it quite often.

   The insurance company I worked for liked what I did for them.  They had
promoted me several times and I was on my way, perhaps not to the top, but
certainly to a well paid and influential position.  Money was not a problem
for Sue and me.  We weren't wealthy, but a nice home, a new car every few
years and most of the other things we wanted were always there for us.

   My wife renewed the subject, later that day, when the children were
there.  To my surprise, Mindy thought it was a good idea.  As I suspected,
the other girls more or less just followed the leader.

   That was on a Friday.  On the following morning we were all in the car
and driving to the resort.  In my family, things tended to happen fast when
my wife and daughters were in agreement.  Somehow, when I was the lone
person pursuing a course of action, time seemed to stand still.  Nothing
happened.  This peculiarity of time and space has never been adequately
explained.  I am sure the answer lies in the unpublished notes of Albert
Einstein.  It must.  The women in my family are not bright enough to have
figured this out by themselves.  At least, I don't think so.

   Anyway, when we got to the camp, there was a small office and we went in
there to register.  We were greeted by a tall, attractive woman of about 45
or 50.  She was dressed in shorts and a halter, which puzzled me at first.
I was expecting everyone to be naked, but then I noticed that we were still
officially outside the camp.  You didn't need a scorecard to tell that our
hostess was one of the players.  Her tan was magnificent.  My wife poked me
in the ribs and gave me a look-at-her grin but it wasn't necessary.  The
woman literally glowed with health.  You couldn't help but notice her.

   She was a little on the heavy side, with big breasts and a broad behind,
but not bad looking.  For her age, I thought she was attractive.  Normally
I wouldn't be interested in someone from a different generation, but
something about this woman reminded me of when I was a kid.  In those days,
I'd sometimes have dirty thoughts about the better looking mothers of my
friends.  You know how that is, don't you?  You wouldn't say anything to
your friend, of course; but you'd secretly eye his mom and wonder what she
was like.

   It only took our hostess a few minutes to get us through the
registration process and describe the facilities.  The camp was large and
well equipped.  Besides lakeside bathing, there were both outdoor and
indoor pools, and all sorts of activities to spend your time on.

   Only couples, no singles, could register.  Each 'family' was assigned a
cabin.  It turned out that ours had only one bedroom, although it was a
large one.  There was a double bed which Sue and I claimed, and three
singles for the girls.  Sharing sleeping quarters with our girls was not
exactly a novelty for us.  Up until they were old enough for school, we had
frequently allowed each of the girls to sleep with us.

   This was usually on special occasions like holidays and birthdays.  It
was only one girl at a time but they loved it.  Snuggling up between mom
and dad, especially on nights when it was cold or raining, meant a lot to
the girls.  Whenever we announced that so-and-so could sleep with us, the
child would run around like someone who had just won the lottery.

   As we were unloading our car, a group of nude teenagers, boys and girls,
went by.  There was no way I could keep my eyes off those girls.  They were
fabulous and I envied the boys who were with them.  My admiration of the
young women was quite apparent to Sue.

   "Dirty old man." Sue whispered as she came up to me, "Lusting after
those girls.  What are you going to do when you're naked?"

   "Damned if I know," I muttered, "maybe this wasn't such a good idea
after all."

   "Nonsense . . .  the magazines at Adele's house say that men hardly ever
think about sex once everybody is naked . . .  and the hidden aspect is
gone," she laughed.  "Let's test it . . .  come on girls . . .  let's go
inside and get undressed."











   When I said that we had a bedroom in the cabin, I didn't mean that it
was a separate room.  It was more like the cabin was the bedroom.  The beds
were off against the wall, and there was enough space for the other
furniture, but it was all in one big room.  There was no privacy, except
for the bathroom, and Mindy quickly ducked in there to undress.  The rest
of us had to either wait our turn or strip in plain view of each other.  My
wife voted early for group nudity by peeling off her blouse and bra.  As
she did so, she urged us to join her in getting naked.  Without blinking an
eye my other two girls followed their mother's lead and began to strip.

   All of us were wearing the standard, American, summer uniform; shorts,
tee shirts and sneakers.

   Suzy, our youngest child, was only five-years old and not that long out
of diapers.  She dropped her shorts first and then went to work on her
shirt.  She still hadn't quite mastered the art of clothing and the shirt
gave her a bit of trouble.  She looked funny with her bare, little bottom
sticking out, and her head and arms inside her shirt.  I had to laugh at
her contortions.

   Polly, Suzy's older sister, was naked in no time and I felt an
unexpected twinge of interest as she emerged from her clothes.  Although
not yet into puberty, at eight years of age, Polly already had graceful,
flowing lines.  Naturally, she was flat-chested but otherwise her slender,
youthful body was surprisingly well formed.  I never realized that a girl
that young could be so nice.  With her narrow waist, flat stomach and
beautifully shaped little ass she was something to see.  In particular, I
was fascinated by the way the mound of her little pussy stood out and the
smooth, clean look of her cunt lips.  Your eyes just naturally went to it.
As I was taking in the sight of her, Polly reached over to help her sister.
I gulped for air as her vagina spread open just enough to give me a glimpse
of the juicy, darker colored flesh inside.

   Let me try to explain how it was.  When my girls were babies, like any
father, I used to bathe and dress them.  As they grew older, I did these
things less often.  By the time they started school, I almost never saw the
girls naked.  Nobody told me to stay away or stop looking at them.  It just
seemed to work out that way.  Oh, occasionally, I might spot one of them
coming out of the shower but these were quick, now-you-see-it,
now-you-don't looks, and I certainly didn't make a habit of it.  Each girl
had her own bedroom, too, so it was seldom that I even saw them change
clothes.

   Until that moment I hadn't given much thought to the sexuality of my
girls.  Out of sight, out of mind.  They were simply my children, and
that's it.  In my eyes they were sexless.  The subject never came up. 
Unless you're the father of a young girl, you probably don't understand
what I'm trying to tell you.  I believe that all fathers take a sexual
interest in their daughters.  Most of the time this interest is so well
suppressed a man doesn't realize its there.

   Seeing little Polly naked, with that surprisingly good looking body of
hers, made me realize that there was a sexual side to her nature.  She was
already charming, with the promise of being more so as she grew up.  Polly
noticed me looking her over and her embarrassed smile brought me back to
reality.

   Alongside me, my wife, Sue, was nearly done.  She poked me in the ribs.
"Come on.  You're the only one still dressed."

   Just as I finished undressing, the door to the bathroom opened and Mindy
peeked out.  It was a rare opportunity and I couldn't resist.  I put my
hands to my mouth as if I were playing a trumpet, and gave out with a
series of 'Ta Da Da Da!  Ta Da Da Da!' The door swung shut and Mindy
retreated.

   "Mom!  Make him stop."

   It didn't work.  I was having too much fun and gave out with another
blast on my trumpet.  "Ta Da Da Da!  Ta Da Da Da!"

   "Daadd!  I'm not coming out unless you stop."

   My musical director had heard enough.  "OK.  Put the horn away or she'll
be in there all weekend."

   In a conciliatory tone I called to the girl.  "Come on out, darling. 
You can't stay in there.  Sooner or later one of us is going to have to use
the facility.  I'll be quiet."

   Again, the door opened.  Mindy peeked out to see us all standing around,
pretending she wasn't there.  Cautiously, she stepped into the cabin.  For
a brief instant she made eye contact with me and then looked away.  No
doubt it was awkward for a girl her age, just becoming aware of the changes
taking place in her body, to appear nude in front of her father.  Trying
hard to ignore us, she strolled to the window and stood, looking out.  The
sun was shining through at just the right angle.  It was like a spotlight
on her.

   Mindy had a habit of stretching her arms up in the air and arching her
back, while at the same time running her hands through her long, red hair.
It was an innocent, subconscious move that I'd seen her perform dozens of
times.  She did it now.  The thing is, being naked, the pose gave her a
provocative look that I found riveting.  My eyes traveled up and down her
form, taking in every detail.  As with Polly, only more so since Mindy was
older, it disturbed me that I was ogling my own child.  Yet, I couldn't
help myself.  My male hormones had automatically clicked in.

   I hadn't lived a monastic life.  My wife was hardly the only woman I'd
ever seen naked, nor was she the only woman I'd ever had sex with.  It's
just that my girls, especially Mindy, were nice in a way that I'd never
thought about before.  I couldn't get over how shapely they were, how
alluring.

   If you don't know let me tell you.  Seeing a young girl naked is not the
same as seeing her in a bathing suit.  When you see a child naked, it makes
you think about things that maybe you shouldn't be thinking about.  I
wondered if the other children would affect me the same way.  I'd know soon
enough.  After all, this was a nudist camp.

   Quickly, I cataloged Mindy's anatomy.  Her legs were exceptionally well
formed, with thighs that already had a pleasing swell to them.  Further up,
her narrow hips gracefully curved into a thin waist and flat stomach.  She
was slender, but without that spindly, skinny look that young girls often
have.

   Her breasts were growing, too.  Before we ever talked about coming to
the camp, I'd noticed that Mindy's nipples were beginning to show through
her clothing.  Until now though, I hadn't given it much thought.  Seeing
her naked made all the difference.  Again I thought back to when I was a
school boy.  It must have been about fifth or sixth grade when we noticed
that some of the girls were changing.  We, the other boys and I, used to
speculate on what those nascent beauties were like.  Now I knew.  What a
sight!  Mindy wouldn't need a bra for awhile but her tits were already big
enough to hold my interest.  I never dreamed that a girl her age would look
so appealing.

   Like her sisters, Mindy's cunt was smooth and clean.  The absence of
hair allowed me to clearly see the firm, fat lips covering her opening.  As
Mindy walked away, I was impressed by her tight, round, little ass.  Her
back curved in just a bit, and this made her lovely behind seem just a bit
more prominent.  It really did catch your eye.

   Most men, I suppose, can be stirred by an exceptionally, pretty girl who
is just starting to bloom and I'm no exception.  A man can be forgiven for
admiring a lovely child so long as he keeps his hands and his thoughts to
himself.  I had to do this now but it was difficult.  Because Mindy was my
daughter I felt like I had a proprietary interest in her.  It seemed that I
should be able to touch her and I had to fight the urge to do so.  Where
were these ideas coming from?  What the hell was wrong with me?  This was
Mindy standing before me.  She was buck naked and a fine piece of work, but
she was my daughter!





   Looking back, I can understand what was happening to me, but at the time
things were not all that clear.  From the moment my sweet, young Polly
slipped out of her panties I was caught up in an internal conflict.  I'd
never considered my girls to be "girls" per se.  They were just my kids. 
Nothing more.  Seeing those lovely bodies, especially those delightful,
little cunts, made me realize that they were not just children.  They were
females, already grown enough to be interesting in a sexual way.  The day
was coming when they'd be going out with boys and start having sex.  In
Mindy's case I didn't think the day was that far off.  She was a delight to
behold.  If the boys weren't after her by now, it wouldn't be much longer.

   Then I felt a burst of pride.  I'd made these enchanting creatures. 
They had come from my loins.

   I didn't want Sue to notice me leering.  My attraction to the girls
seemed sacrilegious.  So much for the magazines at Adele's.  With an
exertion of inner strength, I defeated the demon in my loins and regained
control.  Too late.  Sue, the ever watchful, had noticed my interest.  She
scooted all three naked girls out the door and told them to bring in their
things from the car.

   "Well . . .  what do you think?" she said with a wicked grin.

   "Think? ...about what?"

   "Your pretty girls." She replied with a giggle.  "You were staring at
them . . .  They're growing up fast, aren't they?"

   "They certainly are, especially Mindy . . .  Say, let's get all our
stuff inside and then go see what this place has to offer."

   The remainder of the day went by without incident, except for the
abundance of naked women and girls.  I was surprised that so many people
went in for this stuff.  The camp was crowded.  For me it was a continuing
struggle to keep from rising to the occasion.  It was wearing me out.

   With sunset and the cool of the night, the naked flesh around us
gradually disappeared under clothing again.















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