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. . . From Kristen Archives
Family Camp Out
by Anonymous
***

Family camping, incest, partner swapping and all that
kind of stuff, just loads and load and loads of fun.
(MFmf-teens, bi, family, inc)

***

Jessica and I were discussing our plans for the summer,
in bed, in early June. She was lying on top of the
covers, with her football jersey-sleeper shoved up,
caressing her pussy. Jessica was in great shape, better
than when we were first married, when she had no tits
at all. She reached over and fondled my cock. I had
Jockey shorts on.

"We can fool around on one condition," my wife said.

"I know," I replied. I pulled off my Jockeys and got on
my knees, making her kiss and lick my dick. It was a
compromise, because a moment later I was licking and
slurping at her juicy quim. She had her legs way up and
I licked her thighs, got underneath to slurp at her
buns, and then began licking her pussy. She raised her
legs shoulder-high and I knew what she wanted: I
slobbered my tongue up the crack of her ass, tonguing
her tiny rosebud, then tongue-fucked her pussy.

She was clean and fragrant down there, and she humped
my mouth until she had an orgasm. Only then did she let
me slide up to kiss her. I let her taste her pussy as
she reached for my cock and showed it where to go. As
my dong slid into her hot, wet snatch, I noticed from
the corner of my eye a slight movement of the door: it
hadn't been completely closed earlier.

I wondered which one was peeking, Peter or Cindy. They
were both old enough to fuck, and I was certain both of
them had plenty of opportunity. For that matter,
Jessica and I were sure that our children had sex with
each other before they began fucking others.

I made out Cindy's pretty features as she pushed the
door open a little further. She had seen me eating her
mother's twat! Now Cindy put her finger to her lips,
shook her head not to tell, and continued to watch.
Jessica liked me to pull out when I came, so I did and
splattered my jism all over her belly.

I was hotter than usual, of course, because my daughter
was watching. Cindy made an "okay" sign with her thumb
and forefinger as I finished, and I decided to have a
talk with her about respecting the privacy of others.

Jessica and I discussed our plans for the summer with
Peter and Cindy, at breakfast. Both of them were in
college on scholarships and neither of them planned to
work our vacation weeks.

"We've decided to go camping at Little River," I told
the kids. "We'll have three large tents. Uncle Carl and
Aunt Frannie can get two and I'll either borrow or rent
the third. We'll try to stay for two weeks. There'll be
swimming, fishing, hiking, and stuff like that. What do
you think?"

Peter asked, "Are all of them coming? Dean, Wilma, and
Cal?"

Jessica nodded, smiling. "Don't mess around with them,
Peter. They're your cousins. Wilma is almost like your
sister."

Cindy and my son exchanged a smile and I knew why.

***

The first week in July, we loaded the old station wagon
and drove over to Carl's, where they had their compact
car hitched to a small, heavily loaded trailer. I drove
behind him the whole way, up into the hills, off onto
the dirt road, and deeper into the woods until we
stopped near Little River.

There was a clearing, mostly grass, that looked big
enough for the tents, and we'd be as close as
comfortably possible to Little River, which was really
a stream, but it did have some deep pools. One was near
a great swimming hole with a big rock from which we
used to dive. The kids put up the tents, two of them
facing each other about fifteen feet apart, the third -
where we'd eat on rainy days or play cards or whatever
- was to one side, making a U.

It took an hour to unload the sleeping bags, food,
clothes, and various other things...like a gas-operated
barbecue and the kids' radios...and then we were ready
to enjoy our vacation. It was after twelve. Cindy
watched Peter go and stand behind a bush, unashamedly
and obviously taking a leak.

"What about that, Dad?" she asked me. "Where do the
females go?"

"The boys will dig a latrine and we'll put a tarp over
it for rainy days," I told her, and the guys took a
pick and shovel and got it ready.

Meanwhile, I had to pee. Cindy came right behind me.
She pulled down her jeans, letting me see her luscious
twat, and I was surprised how much hair she had, more
even than her mother. I was pissing and she looked
right at it and smiled.

"It's a lot bigger than I've seen it before, Dad,"
Cindy said. I'd looked at her golden stream hitting the
grass and my cock was suddenly growing. She laughed.
"You're getting a hard-on looking at me? You've seen my
pussy often enough."

"Not ever enough," I replied. My cock was half hard and
I stroked it a couple of times till it was rigid. Cindy
didn't have any toilet tissue, so I offered her my
hanky. She wiped, and gave it back. Then, with her
jeans around her ankles, she came closer and put her
hand on my cock. I let her, but caressed her naked
pussy, too.

My sister, Frannie, paused at what she was doing and
looked at Cindy standing next to me, hidden from the
waist down by bushes.

"And I thought you went into the bushes to take a
leak," Frannie said. "What is it with you two?"

Cindy laughed. "Don't act so innocent, Aunt Fran. I've
seen Dean and Cal drooling over your buns often
enough."

My sister laughed. "They're horny devils, honey," she
said to Cindy. "Watch out, or they'll have your pretty
panties off."

"I don't think Cindy would mind, Frannie," I told her.
I stuffed my cock back in my pants and came out from
behind the bush. Frannie looked at my bulging crotch,
knowingly. "Next time I've got to wee," I added, "you
can come along and chaperone."

"I think that'll be fun," she said. Cindy had buttoned
her jeans by now and was looking for the guys. Frannie
went on, "I think we'd better talk about this.
Jessica's looking a little concerned, too."

My wife was in the shade of the community tent, having
a cold beer. We joined her. Jessica opened her shirt so
her nice, youthful tits were half exposed. Frannie
looked at them, then at me. "Looks like you'll have a
hard-on all day, brother," she laughed.

"Jessica," my sister sobered up, "you know the kids are
going to have the hots for each other. Should we act
hypocritical and "guard against it" or admit it's going
to happen and not fight it?"

Jessica smiled and put her bare foot on my crotch.

Instant hard-on.

"When I was their age, I was screwing my brother and my
cousins," my wife admitted. She'd never told me that.
"I saw Peter jerking off a couple of weeks ago, and I
watched him come and he knew I was there."

"Gave you hot pants, I'll bet," my sister said. "My two
boys are always horny. Speaking of which, I wonder what
they're up to right now. It's gotten awfully quiet
around here."

I knew the boys had been digging a latrine near a path
leading into the bushes. I walked over to it quietly
and heard a girl's voice, then Peter answering. I
stepped behind a tree trunk and peeked.

There was Wilma, Frannie's blond daughter. She was
naked from the waist down, and Peter had removed his
shorts. She was on her hands and knees and my son was
slowly stroking his cock in and out of her furry twat.
Her brothers, Dean and Cal, were watching, their cocks
out. They were totally naked.

"Hurry it up, Cuz," Dean said to Peter. "I want to fuck
her again before we eat. You all right, Sis?"

My niece laughed, "Peter's got a terrific cock, Dean,"
she said. "As soon as he's through, you get off in a
hurry. I'm hungry - and I don't mean I want to suck
your cock, Calvin."

I tried to be perfectly quiet but I made a little noise
as I moved away. I'm sure Wilma saw me, and I thought
the boys might have, too. I went back and told Frannie.
Jessica had gone over to the barbecue and was starting
to make hamburgers. She was out of earshot.

"Pete was screwing Wilma?" Frannie repeated, smiling.
"Terrific. Wilma's using a diaphragm, so we don't have
to worry about her getting pregnant. How about Cindy?"

I nodded. "Jessica took her to our family doctor a
couple of years ago, after she caught Peter and her in
the cellar fooling around."

"You and Jessica still got the hots?" Frannie asked.

I nodded.

"Carl's slowed down. I'm afraid I'll have to force one
of the boys, one of these days."

I told her it wouldn't be force. Frannie was blond,
like Wilma, and tall, with a nice set of boobs and a
powerful, but not fat, ass. "I'd be glad to have a go,
but I guess you wouldn't do it," I said.

She rubbed one ripe tit and looked at my bulging
crotch. "Jessica will have a fit if she finds out,"
Frannie replied, "but I love the idea."

Cindy came over, looked at us, and smiled knowingly.
"Dad, everyone's going swimming in the pool upstream,"
she told me, then looked at Frannie. "Nobody's gonna
wear a suit. I think you used to call it skinny-
dipping." She giggled, twitched her fingers at us, and
hurried away.

Frannie laughed. "Remember when we'd do that, Larry?"

"Yeah, and you grabbed my dong one night, but you
wouldn't do anything with it after it got hard," I
said.

Frannie giggled. "Want me to make up for it, now?" she
asked. I looked around. We were sitting in the open
part of the tent, but there was a wall and privacy just
inside.

"Go ahead, Larry," Jessica had walked over. "I'd like
to watch. And, Frannie, if I wriggle my ass at Carl and
he gets horny, you won't mind, will you?"

Frannie led me by the hand inside the half-open tent.
She opened her shorts and dropped them, then pulled her
t-shirt, which hadn't done much to hide her nipples or
keep them from jiggling, off. Her tits were bigger than
Jessica's but, surprisingly, without much sag.

I took a handful of each, then licked her nipples.
Having her bare-ass after all these years, when I'd
always wanted to fuck her, was giving me a hard-on you
could break bottles on.

Jessica was naked from the waist down, finger-fucking
herself. "Hurry up, you two! I'm coming just looking at
you."

Frannie knelt in front of me and kissed my cock, then
she licked it, and held her hand around it as she took
it in her mouth. It was very quickly evident that she
was a terrific cocksucker, but I didn't want to do it
all that way.

"Lie down, Frannie," I said, getting on my own knees.
She did, and opened her legs. My wife grasped my prick,
held Frannie's pussy lips apart with her free hand, and
guided my quivering cock into my sister's twat.

As I screwed Frannie, nice and slow, Jessica was
diddling herself, and she was so turned on she had an
orgasm before my sister's cunt tightened on my cock and
she began to gasp and moan. When I slammed it up her
cunt all the way, she yelped and thrashed around. And
when I shot my whole load, Jessica took my sloppy cock
and licked it clean.

We got dressed, Jessica smiling at us both. "I think
this is going to be a terrific camping trip," she said.

We left the tent - and there was Carl! He'd been
exploring around the campsite and reported that there
was no one within miles of us. Jessica told him the
kids were skinny-dipping and we were all going to
watch. She took his arm, pressing her tit against him,
and put her hand on his buns. He looked back, blushing,
and we were laughing.

"Don't mind us, Carl," we shouted as they went ahead.

Eventually they left the path to head for the water and
we glimpsed them, half-hidden, kissing, Carl with her
buns in his hands. "That bastard hasn't screwed me in a
week and the first chance he gets at your wife, he's
got a boner," my sister said.

We moved quietly as we heard yelling from up ahead, and
then there was a splash as we found a spot we could
watch from. We saw Cindy, naked, showing off her lovely
tits, slender legs and hairy pussy, which she massaged
before she dove. Cal was in the water and he grasped
her tits from behind as she surfaced.

"Cal, you've got a hard-on. Ohhh, it feels good."

Cal was waist deep in water. He turned my daughter
around and kissed her, squeezing her tits. She had his
cock locked between her thighs.

"Can they fuck in the water like that?" my sister
whispered.

"We'll find out in a minute," I said. "If he does, I'm
going to take you and Jessica swimming later."

Cal kissed my daughter and then they were hugging each
other. I saw her reach down and take his cock in her
hand, making it stick up from the water like a
submarine periscope. Beside me, Frannie had her hand on
her pussy, inside her pants.

"Hold still, Cal," Cindy said.

I got behind Frannie and put my hands on her tits. I
squeezed my sister's nipples; my hard cock nestled
between her buns. Cindy held Cal by the neck and locked
her legs around her cousin's waist. We saw him steering
his dong into Cindy's twat, and then she began humping
against his thrusts.

Wilma swam over and put her hand on Cindy's crotch.
"Cal is fucking her!" Wilma called. "I want to do it
that way, too. Pete or Dean, come over here."

Dean reached her first. She was floating on her back as
he lifted her pussy enough to begin licking it.

"That's real muff-diving," I breathed in Frannie's ear.
As I reached inside my sister's pants to finger her
pussy, Carl and my wife emerged from the bushes. "Have
a good time?" I asked them.

Jessica laughed. "I sucked Carl's cock while he finger-
fucked me," she said. "What're you two doing, standing
there? Strip off and let's go swimming."

Carl reddened. "I'll get a hard-on if I see the girls
naked," he objected.

"So will I," I replied as I threw off my clothes.

We went ahead of Carl. The kids hooted, and Cindy
laughed as she saw my half-hard cock hanging in the
breeze. She and Calvin have finished fucking, so she
dropped away from him and swam over toward us. She put
her hand on my cock and Jessica looked down and saw it.
She smiled.

"You're going to be a tough act to follow, Cindy," my
wife told our daughter.

Peter was floating on his back, with his big cock
sticking up like the mast on a ship. "Peter, you're
just showing off," my wife teased. She swam over toward
our son and dove underwater as she got close. He let
out a yell as she ducked him and then came up and
grabbed his mother and I knew they were fooling around
with each other's parts.

Wilma swam over and smiled at us, her eyes on my cock.
"You guys are terrific," she said, meaning us old
folks. "Uncle Larry, don't you mind Aunt Jessica
fooling around with Peter?"

I shrugged. "They've both been dying to for years.
Cindy and I want each other too, and the first chance
we get, we'll do it."

Wilma stood up and put her hand on her mother's tits.
"You've got terrific tits, Mom," she giggled, then she
ran her finger over her mother's quim. "I saw Daddy
eating your hair pie one night."

Frannie laughed. "I knew it. I didn't tell your father,
though. What did you think when you saw it?"

Wilma blushed. "I wished I was doing it instead of him.
I'd love to kiss your pussy, Mom."

"Duck down and do it now," my sister said. She spread
her legs and my niece got between them. She licked at
Frannie's hair pie and Frannie grabbed my arm. She was
trembling. "I just had an orgasm. It's terrific to have
your daughter eat you."

"I'll let you know if it happens," I told her.

Wilma surfaced and squeezed Frannie's tits. She looked
down and saw my cock. "Do you want to fuck, Uncle
Larry?" my blond niece asked.

"I do, but I'll be all used up then, and I like to
still be able to get a hard-on later."

We swam and my cock seemed permanently solid. Once,
Cindy squatted in front of me and put my hard-on in her
mouth, but I gently pushed her away.

"Later, honey," I said softly. "I want to be alone with
you, and lick your pussy, then fuck you good."

She smiled and licked her lips. "Okay, but I get to
suck your cock, too."

We swam till it was time to eat, then we went back to
the campsite. It was the boys' turn to cook. They
served hot dogs and beans. Wilma was only wearing a t-
shirt, and she took one of the cold hot dogs and
inserted it in her pussy. It was wet with her cum when
she offered it around.

"Who's going to eat my hot dog?" she teased. I grabbed
it and tasted her cum, then I put it back on the table
with the others.

After dinner, we peed in the bushes. It was twilight
and Jessica said she had to use the latrine; what she
had to do couldn't be done in the bushes. I was washing
up so Carl volunteered to accompany her. Wilma squatted
and peed right in front of me, her urine splashing her
legs.

"This blows my mind!" she said as she wiped her quiff
with her fingers and dried them on her t-shirt. "None
of this modesty horseshit. I've seen your cock and
Daddy's, and Peter's fucked me. How about it, Uncle
Larry? Want to go in the tent awhile?"

Cindy saw us, and darted in right after us. Wilma
peeled off her shirt as I undressed, and Cindy was
already naked as Wilma lay down. I began feeling her
tits and pussy. Cindy was fingering her cunt.

"Let me kiss your twat, Cindy," Wilma said, her pretty
face turned toward Cindy. Cindy got over Wilma's mouth
and I saw my niece's tongue lapping at my daughter's
cunt. Cindy kissed me and then I figured I'd waited
long enough. I put my cock in Wilma's pussy and Wilma
started bucking like a bronco.

Wilma got off long before I was ready, so Cindy knelt
over Wilma, with her legs wide and her buns displaying
her tiny asshole and her cum-wet cunt. I knelt and
guided my wet cock to her snatch and slowly eased it
in. Cindy groaned and shuddered as she had an immediate
orgasm.

Then, after I fucked her for awhile, holding back my
cum, I pulled it out and put it in Wilma's cunt again.
I had both girls coming for a good ten minutes before I
shot my jism into Cindy's twat.

"You old guys are good," Wilma said, sprawling back,
exhausted. "I wonder if my father is that good?"

"You and Cindy ought to give him a chance to show what
he can do," I suggested. "And you've got this whole
wonderful vacation in which to do it!"
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