A Return to the Nudist Resort Pt. 02

A Return to the Nudist Resort Pt 2

PREFACE

Whilst this story could be read as a stand alone, a greater understanding would be had from first reading Part 1

It had been over a week since Michele and her father had that life changing day at Creek Island.

Michele had determined that she was going to fully embrace the nudist lifestyle. Arriving home from work, the first order of business was to get naked. The weather was still warm so there was the opportunity to spend an hour or so in the backyard, working on her tan and eliminating those tan lines.

Also, her experience at Cobblers Beach had been a profoundly enjoyable one, and emboldened by her first visit there, she headed down, alone, on a warm, sunny Saturday. The beach was crowded, but she found a spot next to a young couple, who happily chatted with her during the course of her stay there. Now with her shaved pussy, she felt more "one of the gang" and lying with her legs spread, she experienced tinges of excitement from the men, and women for that matter, who glanced in her direction as they strolled along the beach.

Michele had just arrived home from work when her phone rang; it was her sister Diane.

"Hey Di, what's up?"

"Just catching up Michele, we haven't spoken since Easter and I said that I would give you a ring and arrange a get together when John gets home," Diane replied. "Well, he got home yesterday, and we were wondering if you would like to come over Sunday. The weather looks great, and we can have a bbq and a swim in the pool."

"Sounds good to me Di, would love to. Can I bring anything?" Michele asked.

"No, just whatever you want to drink; what say you get here about noon," Diane replied.

"OK sis, see you then, looking forward to it," said Michele as she hung up.

Michele was very close to her sister Diane, and she loved John like a brother. They were fantastic company. John was laid back and terribly funny. He was a country boy, raised on the farm and came to Sydney to go to university. That was where he met Diane, and they fell madly in love and it wasn't long after they both graduated that they got married. With both in high pressure jobs, it seemed that children were never an option, although Diane had spoken about it. But like many couples these days, jobs and saving for a house came first, so if they were to start a family, it would have to be soon.

A problem presented itself to Michele.

Just how much could she divulge to Diane about the events of Easter involving their dad.

No way was she going to divulge that they had sex. But Michele was so close to her sister, and she did not like to keep secrets from her. Michele reasoned that it would not be too shocking to reveal that they had gone to a nudist beach together, then on to Creek Island. The idea of family nudity was not foreign to them, as children, it did occur around the house. Michele figured that Diane and John would not be outraged by the fact that adult father and daughter had been naked together. She resolved to play it by ear and certainly only disclose the bare minimum, no pun intended.

The week at work had been a tough one for Michele and by the time Sunday had rolled around, she was looking forward to catching up with Di and John and unwinding with a swim and a drink or two.

Last season, Michele had purchased a new bikini. At the time, she surprised even herself with the brief nature of it. She reasoned, correctly, that she had the body to carry it off, but her busy lifestyle determined that she never got the opportunity to wear it, and it had sat, unchristened in her lingerie draw. Well, she thought to herself, what better time for its first airing than today. She put it on and checked herself in the mirror. She was pleasantly surprised. It did compliment her hourglass figure, and the time spent tanning since Easter had given her a lovely golden tone. She felt very sexy in it and any thoughts that it was a bit risqué were quickly dismissed. Throwing a light pink sundress over the top, she was ready to go.

Noted for her punctuality, Michele pulled into her sister's driveway, a little after noon. She grabbed the tote bag sitting on the passenger seat, containing a bottle of chardonnay, her towel, phone, and sun lotion.

"Come in, it's not locked," yelled John as Michele knocked on the front door. She made her way through the house out onto the back patio, where John and Diane were sitting by the pool, already into their first drink of the day. Apparently, they had also had their first swim of the day, as they were both in their costumes. If Michele had concerns about the brevity of her own bikini, she need not have worried, as Diane was wearing, if it could be called that, an even skimpier version. Certainly, her sister had the body to carry it off, with the added bonus that her breasts larger than Michele's. John, who had a very athletic body, had settled for a pair of Speedos so clearly, modesty was not the order of the day.

"Can I get you a drink. Michele?" John offered, "we are drinking bubbly if you would care for a glass."

"Yes please, and here is a bottle of chardy; I'll put it in the bar fridge," Michelle replied. "What a beautiful day, I can see you guys are making the most of it, think I will join you.

With that Michele grabbed the hem of her sundress and whipped it over her head, revealing her own skimpy swimwear.

"Nice bikini, Michele; I haven't seen that one before," Diane said admiringly.

"No, first outing for it. I bought it last year and never got the opportunity to wear it. I like it but was a little concerned it might be a bit revealing, but I guess I need not have worried!" Michele added as she pointed to Diane's one.

"Oh, this little thing!" Diane replied, "I got it when we were on holidays up at Port Douglas. I love it and funnily enough, so does John!"

"Sure do!" John piped up, handing Michele a glass of champagne, "turned a few heads around the resort pool!"

"I bet, "Michele replied, "you go girl, give the boys a thrill!"

Changing the subject, Michele asked how John's overseas trip had gone. Being the CEO of a farm machinery equipment company, he did travel often, this time to India. Often, Diane would travel with him, but her own work obligations kept her at home this time.

"Went great thanks, Michele; we signed a contract with one of India's largest wheat producers and they will be buying three of our harvesters. It's a massive market there and this has been a great opportunity to get a toe hold into it."

"Well done," Michele replied, "well you have a quality product, I'm sure it will be the start of a successful ongoing business relationship."

John filled Michele in with stories from the trip, then got the bbq fired up as everyone was getting hungry. Diane topped up the drinks and soon it was time to eat.

"Cheers!" said Michele, clinking the glasses," this steak looks fantastic and I'm starving!"

The small talk continued then the topic of their father's visit over Easter came up.

"It was good to see dad, eh," Diane stated, "I hope he enjoyed his time done here."

Michele was pretty sure that he did, but full disclosure was not about to happen.

"Oh, he did, I've got a bit of a story to tell you," Michele replied.

"Really? Diane replied, "and what would that be?"

Michele took a deep breath. "Well, we all know that dad loves to nude up, so the day after our get together, he said he wanted to go to Cobblers Beach, which is a nudie beach not far from my place. I had heard about Cobblers and to tell the truth, I often thought of heading there myself, but never got up the nerve. I thought, if dad took me, he could be up one end and me the other and I would feel safe if he were there. I thought dad would say no, but he didn't, in fact, he insisted that we hang out together. This did freak me out a little, but hell, we have been naked around each other a bit growing up and what the heck, we are adults; being naked is perfectly natural. I do hang around the house naked quite a lot anyhow."

Michele took a breath and looked to her sister and brother-in-law to try and gauge their reaction.

"So, you and dad spent the day together at a nudie beach?" Diane sought clarification.

"Yes, we did, and I can tell you it was fantastic. It felt so liberating. Everyone was friendly, the water was beautiful, the sun on my body felt terrific," Michele continued, "are you shocked?"

"Well, not so much shocked as surprised, Michele, I mean, not that there is anything wrong with you and dad being naked together, it's just that well, I didn't think you would be brave enough to suggest it. Sure, we were naked a lot as kids, but that was a while ago now. And dad was okay with it?" Diane asked.

"Absolutely, it was just father and daughter enjoying a day at the beach, we had a few beers, laughed and joked, had a swim and a walk, then came home," Michele said, leaving out a few of the finer details.

"Yeah, I can see what you are saying; what do you think of it all John?" Diane asked.

"Well, we all knew your dad likes to nude up. No big deal there and we can't be hypocritical babe, I mean, we nude up all the time around here, and you did tell me that you were naked a lot growing up" John replied.

"Yeah. Not saying it is wrong, just a bit shocked that you did it, pretty impressed in fact, that would have taken guts," Diane concluded.

"Well, it sold me. I have been back to Cobblers since, hey look at my tan, and no more horrible tan lines. And I'm naked around the house all the time now. You could call me a convert," Michele gushed.

Diane and John shot a glance to each other, as if they were sharing the same thought.

"You don't have to convince us Michele, as John said, we are naked here all the time, in fact we never wear costumes in the pool. Of course, we do when guests are over, we aren't about to force anyone to get their gear off," Diane explained.

"And that is the way it should be. It's got to be something people are comfortable with. I'm glad you told me Diane, because I would like it if we could be naked when we get together, when it's appropriate. Seems we all love the freedom of it, and we are adults and there is no shame," Michele added.

"Well, let's get naked then," John suggested and without further hesitation, he whipped his Speedos off and stood there proudly, hands on hips as if inviting an inspection of his manhood.

Michele followed suite, all the while her eyes were fixed on John's cock. Her recent visits to Cobblers and Creek Island had increased her knowledge of the myriad sizes that cocks come in. John's cock was neither large, nor small, but did appear to have above average girth, even in its current flaccid state. He was shaved as was the trend and his all over tan was testimony to the habit of being naked around the pool.

Diane was just as quick to divest herself of her bikini, not that it was covering much in the first place. Diane and Michele were similar in stature, but Diane did have larger boobs and like her husband, she was clean shaven, or as Michele was to later find out, freshly waxed.

The three stood naked, unashamedly admiring each other's bodies.

"This is much better," Diane ventured, "it felt weird and unnecessary to be wearing swimmers in the pool. We certainly haven't done that in a while, have we John."

"No, we haven't. Last one in is a rotten egg!" John replied as he dived into the pool.

Diane and Michele followed him in and like playful children, they splashed and frolicked in the cool, refreshing water.

"Mmmm, this is heavenly sis, I wish I had a pool. I'd be in it every day, and being naked feels so liberating," Michele gushed.

"Yep, we love it and in Summer we are in it every day. Bbq on the patio as the sun goes down, drinks, lying in the sun as it caresses the body; we don't take it for granted." Diane replied.

"You have sold me, I think I will have to pop over more often," Michele said.

"You are welcome any time, darling sister," said Diane.

The trio floated and drifted aimlessly in the refreshing water. John was the first to get out.

"Anyone care for a drink? he asked, with a positive reply from all, he walked to the bar fridge.

Michele and Diane took a sunlounge each, the back adjusted so that they were each sitting upright.

John returned with a bottle of white wine and three glasses which he placed on the table. After opening the bottle, he took one glass and moved to Michele's side as he poured the wine into it. His cock was only inches from her face, and she took the opportunity to have an extended look at it. There was no doubt that he was sporting half an erection, and he certainly had no intention of hiding it. He passed the glass to Michele and collected another one, which he filled and passed to his wife. Finally, he poured one for himself, and since there were only two sunlounges, he went and stood beside Diane. In this time, his half erection had grown to full blown one. Still, he took no action to conceal it and Diane, who could clearly see it, made no mention of it.

"So, Michele," Diane was the first to speak, "I'm so proud and pleased that you have taken the plunge and started nuding up. I have to say, that I never lost the love of it. I remember our carefree childhood days where we could be naked without any shame. And although I was too young to remember the first time we went to Creek Island, I do recall with great fondness, later visits. It only boosted my love of being naked and how normal it all was. I must admit that I got a bit sad when we got a bit older and we just drifted away from it."

"I felt exactly the same Diane," Michele replied. "I really wondered why that happened. I mean dad was such a keen nudist and he still is as we know. I reckon we lost some good times. And I'm pretty proud of myself too, asking dad to take me to Cobblers beach. I didn't know how it would go but it was so easy, and it took me back to those days when we were a happy-go-lucky nudist family. I was a bit scared that it could be weird seeing dad naked after all those years, but he was totally relaxed about it. And I admit that I was curious to see his cock, not in any sexual way, just well, I seemed to recall it was quite a good size, and it was!"

"Michele!" Diane cried in mock horror, "too much information!"

"Well, it was just an observation, I did look at a lot of cocks that day!" Michele replied to the raucous laughter of her sister and husband. "and I did see a few erections too, so that was nice."

That last comment was aimed directly at John, who had stood drinking his wine all this time with a full hard on. He was not playing with it in any sexual way but seemed perfectly comfortable to be on show in front of his sister-in-law.

Diane had not reproached John in any way, so seemed complicate in her husband's act of exhibitionism.

"Oh yes," Diane replied, "nothing wrong with a bloke getting a bit hard. It is only natural and who can blame them, after all, just giving us girls a bit of eye candy.

And with that, she reached over and took John's cock in her hand and playfully gave it a rub. Michele watched intently. Diane continued talking, all the while, slowly stroking John's erect manhood.

"I guess there is a bit of the exhibitionist in both of us. We don't care if John gets hard and people look, or if I'm sitting with my legs spread."

Ahhh, Michele thought, yes, saw plenty of that at the beach and Creek Island.

Diane continued, "I'm certainly not jealous if people want to look or more even.'

"More?" Michele asked, raising her eyebrow, "so, may I?"

Not needing a reply, John moved to Michele's side, his rock hard cock once again on her eye level.

She took it in her hand and stroked it gently. It did possess impressive girth, and her hand could barely enclose it.

John inched closer to Michele, his cock now inches from her face. She leaned forward and her tongue licked some pre cum from his knob, relishing its saltiness. She pulled him closer, so that she could get more of that delicious man meat into her mouth. Holding him by the hips, she guided his cock deep down her throat. Bobbing back and forth, she sucked hard, all the while gently squeezing his balls.

John could feel a massive orgasm building. He gripped Michele's shoulders to steady himself.

"Oh yes, I'm cumming," he cried as Michele pulled him tightly, his cock deep inside her warm, moist mouth, ready to receive his hot, sticky load.

"Yesssss," he screamed as shuddering, he pumped ream after ream of cum into her.

Michele did not allow a drop to escape her as she swallowed once and once again, her mouth locked on his pulsating cock as his climax abated, and his man meat softened. She looked up and caught his eye. "Thank you," she softly murmured.

Diane stood and strode to her sister's side and enveloped her in a loving hug.

"That was so hot, Michele, what a gift to share with you," she cried.

The two sisters held each other in a loving embrace as John collapsed into a chair by the table.

Michele was in a state of amazement. Her life had been turned around by the events of the last couple of weeks. Her already deep love of her family had been intensified by the most intimate of encounters. No sense of guilt could diminish the joy and thrill that she had experienced. All she knew was that she this was just the start of the journey.

The afternoon was drawing to a close and Michele was feeling emotionally drained. The three slipped back into the pool and allowed the water to wash away the tensions.

As it happened, Michele had arranged to have dinner with a friend, so she had to make her leave. In a way, she was relieved as she was not prepared for what could have happened next. She had raised the bar of her relationship with Diane and John and needed time to absorb that fact.

Leaving the pool, she dressed, said her goodbyes, gave her hugs and kisses and headed home, her head spinning, yet her pussy burning.

***

Monday at work, Michele found it hard to concentrate.

Yesterday, she had spoken to Diane and John about how she and her dad had gone to Cobblers beach. She had every intention of also telling them that they went to Creek Island, without, of course, divulging the finer details. She had no reason to keep it to herself, it was just that the conversation never led in that direction. Diane might well have been surprised that she did go there, but would not have found it remarkable since, after all, she and her father had been naked at the beach. Still, she felt that she wanted to speak to her sister, so sent the text... Hey Di, want to have a drink tomorrow after work, say 6 at the Oaks?

Within a minute her phone pinged. Love to, see you then.

***

Michele arrived before 6 and got herself a red wine from the bar and found a booth to sit down. The pub was rather quiet for that time of the evening, but it was a Tuesday, so that would not be unexpected. She was scrolling through her emails when she heard the familiar voice of her sister.

"Hi Michele!"

Michele shuffled across and motioned for Diane to sit beside her. They shared a perfunctory kiss.

"So, sis, what's up?" Diane asked a little apprehensively, concerned that perhaps the events of Sunday may have not gone down well after a bit of reflection. "Are we all good after Sunday?"

"Oh Diane, don't worry about that. Sunday was fantastic, I loved it, I can only thank you and John. It has made us closer surely, don't you think?" Michele replied.

'Oh thank God, I thought we may have fucked up. I couldn't stand that, you know how much I love you, but I do want to clarify something, you may have wondered why I didn't stop you sucking John off. The truth is we aren't the only ones to have sucked his cock; plenty have, you see, we are swingers, we love to have sex with others. I said we have pool parties, well, we aren't all just naked, we are fucking like rabbits. It's a passion for us, please don't think less of us," Diane said breathlessly.

"Really, well, I admit I was a bit shocked when John got hard, and you said nothing. And then he came to me, inches from my mouth and you still said nothing. I was turned on and just went with it. I mean, we are family, and we were naked, so, well, what's a girl to do?" Michele explained. "So, swingers eh, I say good for you, you only live once so go for it!"

"Ohhh, thank you Michele, that is such a relief, I was scared to admit it to you, but I knew you wouldn't judge; I love you sis," Diane spluttered.

"And you know that I love you babe. I wanted to talk some more about dad that I didn't get to speak about on the weekend," Michele explained.

"Oh yeah, is he alright, is it his health?" Diane asked nervously.

"No, no, he is fine. I just wanted to tell you that not only did we go to Cobblers, but since we enjoyed that so much, we decided to make a trip down to Creek Island. I was so thrilled to go down there after all these years. Dad had been there a few times as we all know, so he was keen to show me the old place and renew a few memories from when we went there. We had such a good time. We stayed in a cabin which was a far cry from the tent that we used, and we went swimming at the river, had a jacuzzi, and there was a band, so we danced, we met some really nice people. It was just the best. I just wanted to tell you because I know that you loved that place as much as me," Michele said, filling her sister in with an outline of the trip.

"Wow, that was some weekend that you had! I must admit, I am jealous, as you are right, I've got lots of good memories of the place," Diane replied.

"I wanted to tell you myself, because I didn't want you to think that I was keeping anything from you. It is important that you know that dad and I went to Creek Island," Michele added.

"it's cool, Diane replied, "you and dad can do as you please. But I'll tell you what, I would've loved to have gone too. Do you think dad would like to go again with me and John, and even you if you want to come?"

"I'm sure that he would love to, and I would love to join you," Michele answered. "I'll give him a call later and see what he thinks."

Michele had achieved her aim, to tell her sister that she and her father had gone to Creek Island. The pair ordered some food, had another drink, then being a work night, called it quits and headed home.

Arriving home, Michele decided that she would ring her dad and see if in fact he would like to go to Creek Island again, this time with Diane and John.

"Hello baby!" her father said cheerily as he answered the phone.

"Hi dad, how are you?" Michele replied.

"Good thanks, nice to hear from you. What's up?"

"I just spent Sunday with Diane and John. We had a lovely day around the pool. I told them about us going to Cobblers and then to Creek Island. Now of course dad, I didn't tell them everything, but they are really keen to head down to Creek Island, and they want to know if we would go with them. I'm certainly keen if you are." Michele explained.

"That sounds fine by me; so naturally they know that everyone will be naked there," Greg, her dad replied.

"Yep, and that won't be a problem. Would you believe that we all got naked and swam in their pool. Turns out that Diane and John are naked at home a lot. She admitted that she has never lost her love of nudity. And dad, just to give you the full story, John had a full on erection at one stage and Diane had no problem with me playing with it. I just thought you needed to know that," Michele said.

"Ha, ha, well you have certainly come out of your shell, my little one." Greg laughed. "My children never cease to amaze me! This could make for a very interesting trip to Creek Island. When do you want to go? I do have this weekend free, if it suits."

"Yes, I'm good for this weekend. I'll check with Diane and get back to you. Love you dad, byeeee," said Michele finishing the call.

Michele rang her sister, who was free to go this weekend. She rang Creek Island who had a 2-bedroom cabin available. So, all was set. Dad would drive down, and all would meet at Michele's place and travel in the one car to the resort.

Saturday dawned sunny and hot. Michele had arranged to buy all the food, and the others would chip in. Coolers were packed with food and drink and all that remained was for everyone to turn up. First to arrive was Diane and John, who transferred their stuff to Michele's car and about half an hour later, Greg arrived, kissed the girls, gave John a hug and without further ado, the quartet was away for the weekend adventure.

The trip passed quickly with lots of laughing and excited chatter. Everyone was in a good mood and anxious to arrive at the destination. Diane was especially animated, excited to be returning to Creek Island after all these years.

"I remember this turn off!" she squealed as the car took the dirt track that led to the resort. And approaching the office, like her sister, she remembered the Skinny Dippying Platypus sign, grabbing her sister's arm in delight.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon, Greg," Kathy the owner said as the four entered the office.

"Ha ha, no, but we spoke to daughter number two, Diane, about our last trip and she was upset that she missed out, so she demanded that we pay another visit, so here we are!" Greg advised.

"Well, we are pleased to have you back and I trust you will have a good time Diane," Kathy stated, "you are in cabin one, a 2 bedroom, so enjoy your stay."

Keys in hand, they made their way to the cabin. From the outside, it looked very similar to the cabin from the last trip. Once inside, the set up was identical, the only exception of course, being the second bedroom. There was only the one bathroom. It was assumed that Greg and Michele would share one of the bedrooms, naturally and assume as father and daughter that all would be above board, so no comments were raised about the sleeping arrangements.

"This is nice, dad," Diane said, "it's got everything we need, and I love that balcony. It will be nice to have a drink there as the sun goes down."

"Oh, it will, and you might see kangaroos and maybe a goanna strolling past, not to mention birds who sit on the railing mooching for food," Greg laughed. "But let's get out of these clothes."

Each couple went to their bedroom and within seconds, emerged, naked and ready to enjoy the rest of the day.

"Well dad, it's been a while since I have seen you naked, and you me for that matter, but I'm thrilled that it has finally happened," Diane said. "And look at us, all brown as a berry and not a pubic hair in sight, even you dad, getting with the times eh."

"Well, you have your sister to thank for that, "Greg advised.

"What, she told you to get with it?" Diane asked.

"More than that, she shaved it for me!" Greg said unashamedly.

"Truly, you cheeky wench, Michele!" Diane squealed, "well that is certainly getting up close and personal. Still, it looks good, dad, don't you think John?"

"Honey, do you really want me commenting on your father's grooming habits? I guess we all prefer the bald look," was John's diplomatic reply.

"So, dad, you are in charge, what are we doing first?" Diane asked.

"I think a swim is in order after that drive; If the water is like last time, it will be so refreshing. Grab some drinks and let's go."

The four grabbed their towels, a cooler and headed to the pool. It being such a lovely day, it was quite busy, but there was a table available which they claimed. The men, as they do, dived in while the women headed for the ladder.

The water was indeed perfect and just the tonic after the drive. It was sufficient just to bob up and down and take it all in and relax.

Diane swam to John and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"What do you think, babe, this place is awesome isn't it. look at all these naked people, it looks like one of our parties at home eh," Diane said with a mischievous grin.

"It does now, John replied, "I wonder how things get later!"

"Who know, I guess we will find out," Diane replied and with that one hand slipped below the water and found John's soft cock. Brazenly, she stroked it, no doubt confident that no one around her knew what she was doing.

John could have resisted but seemed content to allow his wife to have her way. His only concern was that he would not be able to exit the pool until she stopped and his cock subsided.

To his relief, Diane was only being playful and she soon swum away, satisfied that she had achieved her objective and rather turned on by the fact that she could have a little sexual by play unbeknownst to all around her. However, it did not escape her attention that there was another couple in the pool, locked in a passionate embrace, that surely would be giving the husband a hard on too.

Swimming to the side of the pool, she looked into the crowd of people sunning on the deck. They were mostly couples, of varying age groups, although slanted to the older category. There was a sprinkling of single men and women. She watched one older couple standing not far from her. The wife was sensibly applying sunblock to her husband's back. He then turned around, and she applied some to his chest. Then pouring a good dollop into her hand, she rubbed it into his cock and balls, not in any sexual manner, more as a perfectly normal thing to do, which, realistically, it was. Apparently, he did not consider it a sexual act, as he did not get hard and soon the wife, proceeded to do his legs then he laid down to take in the sun. A delicious thought ran through her mind; she wondered whether she would be game enough to do that for her father.

"I'm getting out," John said as he swam to the ladder.

The others followed and headed to the table and the cooler and got themselves a beer.

"Cheers!" they cried in unison, clinking their drinks.

"Dad, this is so good, better than I ever remembered, but of course, kids see things differently to adults. But it is so friendly here and relaxed, I feel so alive!' Diane gushed.

"It isn't it, honey," Greg replied, "I think nudists are a different bred of people. It's all about enjoying the moment, no one is here to judge, or body shame or criticize, it's live and let live, I reckon.

Diane was also enjoying the fact that two beautiful women, sisters, were attracting some discreet attention from many of the other patrons. She certainly was not ashamed to admit that she possessed an exhibitionist streak, and if anyone was keen to check her out, she was happy to let them.

"Dad, can you put some sunblock on my back? Diane asked handing her father the lotion without giving him an option to decline, not that he would.

Sure, honey," he replied.

She turned her back to him and he squeezed a liberal amount onto her shoulders, which ran down the small of her back. He massaged the cream into her shoulders, then into her back. Taking another handful, he rubbed it into her firm buttock and one final handful did each of her legs.

"Thank you, daddy, now your turn," Diane insisted.

Greg turned his back to her and she repeated the procedure almost identically to her own.

"Turn around and I'll do the front."

Greg offered no resistance and dutifully obeyed her.

Mimicking the woman that she saw earlier, she rubbed the lotion into his shoulders and chest and taking another handful, gently massaged it into his cock and balls. Unlike the husband earlier, Greg was clearly getting sexual satisfaction from this action, his cock starting to harden.

"Thank you Diane, that is great," Greg said, gently pushing his daughter backwards, a subtle indication to stop massaging his cock, mindful that such an act, whilst acceptable in preventing sunburn, would not be seen as such if it became too sexual.

"My pleasure dad," Diane replied huskily.

It was indeed a pleasure for Diane, sneakily getting her hands on her father's cock. She felt a tingling in her pussy, which was only intensified when she realised that her daughterly duty to her father had attracted the attention of many in the pool area. Greg for his part, was quick to lie stomach down on his towel. John could only look at his wife and give a resigned shake of his head and a rueful smile.

Leaving Greg to compose himself, the other three headed to the jacuzzi.

Michele stepped in first, then John and finally Diane. John was the virtual meat in the sandwich.

"Your poor father," John quipped, "as much as I'm sure he enjoyed you rubbing sunblock into his cock, he wouldn't want to get a hard on from it; not in front of everyone.

"Oh, I don't know, there seemed to be plenty there who didn't mind watching what was going on," Diane replied.

"Me included!" laughed Michele.

"Oh, you girls are too funny," John scolded them mockingly, "I'm just glad it wasn't me!"

Michele and Diane sensed the insincerity in John's remark and debated whether they should reward him for such an obvious attempt for attention.

Deciding in his favour, each reached down under the cover of the bubbles and began to play with his cock. John threw his head back, closed his eyes and relished the attention. Of course, he was fortunate that he was positioned between the two ladies, meaning that each of their pussies was within easy reach. To his left was his sister-in-law. He placed his hand on her thigh and rubbed it gently. Emboldened, he inched towards her pussy, again with no sign of dissent. Finally, his finger found the target it was looking for, Michele's glorious pussy.

Obligingly, she spread her legs, allowing easy access to her now, steaming cunt. Two fingers effortlessly entered that magnificent love tunnel, and he probed as deeply as he could, flexing his fingers, rubbing against the ridged top of her pussy.

Greedily, he was performing the exact procedure on his wife. If there was a heaven on earth, he had found it: two beautiful women playing with his cock and his fingers exploring their pussies.

As all this was happening, a middle-aged couple entered the jacuzzi and sat opposite. They nodded a hello but said nothing.

Seeing no reason to stop what they were doing, in fact aroused by the illicit nature of their actions, the three continued with their playful game.

"You two have got to be sisters," the man finally spoke up.

You didn't have to be Einstein to guess this. Michele and Diane could almost have been twins, they were so alike. They were only 2 years apart in age, similar builds, Diane being slightly bigger in the bust area, both with long blonde hair and if you were to sit with them for any amount of time, you would be struck by the similarity in their mannerisms.

"Well spotted," Michele replied, with more than a touch of sarcasm.

"Sorry," the man responded, turning a little pink in the face, "I mentioned that because we know Greg, we have spoken a few times that he has been down. He talked of his family, said he had three daughters, he is very proud of you, you know. He did mention that you came here as kids. It must be great to return here; my name is Mark, and this is my wife Giz, pleased to meet you."

Diane replied, "nice to meet you too, I'm Diane, my sister Michele and my husband John, and yes, it is great to return here, the first time since we were kids. It hasn't really changed much."

"Ha, ha no, the owners seem to like the rustic appeal of the place and for that matter, so do we," said Giz. "I think it adds to the relaxed attitude that people have when they come here."

The group chit chatted for a while and then Mark indicated that they were about to hop out of the jacuzzi.

"OK, that is enough for us," Giz stated, "we are heading down to the river for a swim. We'll catch you guys later."

They stood up to leave. Mark was definitely sporting a boner but had no intention of hiding it. Stepping out of the jacuzzi, he wrapped his towel around his waist and wandered off to the table where they had left their drinks, gathered them up and they were on their way.

"They seemed nice," Michele declared, "the river is a beaut place for a swim, it's shallow and safe. Maybe we will head down there later too."

Diane and John were not to know that Michele may have had an ulterior motive to go there. She no doubt remembered that the river was often the location for adult behaviour and there was a good chance that their new friends were heading there for exactly that reason. Perhaps there was the opportunity to have a bit of fun with them.

Greg had fallen asleep on the pool deck and when the trio had had enough of the jacuzzi, they woke him up and dragged him into the pool.

"Hey dad, we were just speaking to someone who knows you, Mark and Giz," Michele advised him.

"Really, where are they, I haven't seen them," he replied.

"You snooze, you lose," Michele teased, "they were in the spa with us. They are heading down to the river for a swim."

'I'd like to catch up with them, maybe we should head down there too," Greg said.

"Yeah dad, I love the river, I think others will too, if you know what I mean," she said, poking her dad in the ribs.

"Hey guys, we are heading down to the river, let's go," Greg said as he exited the pool.

The four of them gathered up their towels and the cooler and made their way to the track leading to the beach.

Shortly, they were on the sand and looking up the beach, near the far end there was another couple. Guessing that it might be Mark and Giz, they walked towards them. Getting closer, they could see that the female had a firm grip on her partner's erection. Getting closer still, they could see that the couple was indeed Mark and Giz.

Giz looked across and with her spare hand waved to the approaching group, all the while her other hand remained wrapped around her husband's rock hard cock.

"Greg," she cried, "nice to see you and the family you talked so much about. Look Mark, Greg is here."

Mark, who was lying on his back, now propped himself up on his elbows. Giz released her grip on his cock.

"G'day mate, how are you? It's good to see you again," Mark offered his hand to Greg.

"Good to see you guys as well, when was it? just before Christmas wasn't it? I remember how hot it was down on the beach here, the weather, I mean," Greg added as if he needed to clarify.

"Oh yes, it was the middle of a heatwave. We spent the entire time in the pool or down here," Giz recalled. "Anyway, would you care to join us?"

"We aren't interrupting anything are we?" Diane asked nodding towards Mark's still raging hard on.

"Oh no, sorry," Giz replied, "sorry, you caught us by surprise, we can finish later."

"No need to stop on our behalf," Michele added encouragingly, "we thought you might be a bit horny seeing you get out of the jacuzzi earlier. We were actually enjoying ourselves in there too. It's amazing what you can get away with under the cover of the bubbles!"

This brought a laugh from everyone. It was pretty evident that shenanigans went on there.

The newcomers placed their towels on the sand, forming a circle facing inwards.

Giz continued talking, but her hand had returned to Mark's cock, and she was nonchalantly stroking it. This seemed to be the trigger for the other men to allow themselves to get hard, which they proceeded to do.

Diane was sitting next to her father, and she couldn't believe her luck. Earlier, by the pool she had applied sunblock to his cock and the thrill of holding it sent a shiver of excitement through her. But around other people, she had to restrain herself, but now, his massive erection presented itself to her, only inches away and there was the clear intention that it was hers to do as she pleased.

She reached across and took it in her hand and squeezed it gently. Greg lay back on his elbows and watched intently as his daughter began to stroke his manhood. He wasn't the only one as all eyes were on the action unfolding. Surely, Mark and Giz and even John for that matter were shocked to see a daughter play with her father's cock. Only Michele, who had had the pleasure previously was unfazed.

A little precum appeared on Greg's knob, which Diane rubbed into the palm of her hand so as to make it glide more easily up and down that magnificent man meat. Greg was softly moaning from the sheer pleasure that he was experiencing.

Diane's head moved closer to the action and seamlessly, she removed her hand, and her mouth took over devouring, inch by inch, her father's hard on.

This proved too much for Michele. She wanted in on the action. Her pussy was literally on fire watching her sister suck her father's cock and passion raged in her. Moving beside her, they began to share his cock, alternately licking his shaft, his knob, his balls. First Diane would take his length entirely in her mouth and bob up and down sucking furiously. Then Michele would take over repeating the act.

"Daddy, fuck me!" Diane beseeched her father, her fervour at boiling point.

Greg flung her on to her towel. Lying on her back, he spread her legs. Her pussy was exposed to him, her lips pumped and pink. With finger and thumb, he separated them and was met with a flow of her love juices. She was in a heightened state of excitement, her only thought at that moment was to have her father's massive cock shoved up her heaving cunt.

There was no time for foreplay. Diane wanted instant gratification and Greg for his part was overwhelmed by the moment. Here again he was having sex with his offspring, the ultimate taboo, but just as it was with Michele, he felt all consuming love for her.

Back and forth he stroked; Diane easily accommodating his thick girth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her, making sure that he continued to pump into her ferociously.

"Ohhhh, fuckkkk, daddy, yes, yes," Diane squealed, unable to control herself.

Greg continued to pound her hot, wet, steaming pussy. Soon he was on the edge of a massive orgasm. He could feel it building deep in his balls and his whole body shook as he exploded inside her. He thrust hard for the last few strokes, forcing every drop of cum from his pulsating cock.

Exhausted, he fell onto her. Their chests heaved in unison, the exertion overtaking them. Their breaths came in short sharp gasps.

"Oh my god," Giz exclaimed, "that was fantastic you guys! I mean, it's not every day you see a father and daughter fuck!"

"Well, we are a caring, sharing family aren't we John," Diane replied, "I'm sure your sister in law would love some attention."

John moved to Michele and lifted her butt up, leaving her on all fours in front of him. He spread her legs a little, pushing her forward, which neatly presented her gorgeous pussy for him.

He held her firmly at the waist and edged his knob to her waiting pussy.

Michele was soaking wet, her juices gushing from her after sucking her father's cock and watching him plough her sister. She was ready to accept John's man meat.

John entered her easily, plunging full length into her love tunnel. He rocked gently, pulling his full length out and driving back in. Back and forth he worked, building a steady rhythm. Michele's breasts swung seductively as she matched his movements.

Giz watched entranced, one hand furiously wanking Mark's cock, the other, fingering her own swollen cunt.

John knew that he was on the cusp of cumming and increased his tempo, drawing breaths as his chest expanded, the ominous sign of a massive orgasm building.

"Yessss," he shouted, as he unloaded ream after ream of hot, creamy, sticky cum into his sister in law's pulsating cunt. She gripped his cock with her pussy muscles and skilfully milked him of every last drop. Together they collapsed onto the sand, panting with satisfaction from their frenzied love making.

Mark's poor cock had taken a beating and it was not before time that he was able to unload himself, a stream of cum, cascading in strong bursts all over his stomach. Apparently, a lover of cum, Giz proceeded to lick as much of the salty liquid as possible.

Only the sound of the bubbling river could be heard as the six nudists reflected silently on the events that just unfolded. The sheer sensuality of the proceedings had left everyone exhausted, but certainly not unfulfilled.

Greg broke the silence. "I'm going in for a swim."

Everyone followed him, each in need of a cooling dip to regather their thoughts.

Michele swam to her father, and they stood together in the chest deep water.

"Dad, I'm finding it hard to put into words what this trip means to me. Being here with you and Diane and John, and giving ourselves selflessly to each other, it just blows my mind that we are growing so much closer, our love stronger. I've never felt happier."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a passionate embrace, their lips locked tightly. Reaching down, she found his cock and pumping it, it firmed in her hand. She straddled his waist and guided his now rock hard member into her tight pussy. Gently they rocked as the water buoyed them.

Diane swam to them and approaching her father from the rear, she flung her own arms around his shoulders. She desperately wanted to be a part of this special bonding, a father and his beloved daughters as one in a moment of an expression of true love. In contrast to the fervent lovemaking of earlier, Greg controlled his climax, holding Michele's arse tightly too him as he stopped pumping and allowed his seed to gently fill her tight pussy. It was as tender a moment that you could experience.

Having cooled off, Mark and Giz said their goodbyes, collected their gear from the beach and trudged back to the resort.

The sun was still shining brightly so the four returned to the beach and lay down, relishing the warmth on their bodies. Michele reflected on the changes that had overtaken her life. A new bond with her father and the surprising revelation that her sister and husband were swingers. The whole thing thrilled her immensely. A sexual awakening, but one built on family. She pondered the appropriateness of it all. Would others judge them. She decided that nothing would sway her from the close bond now before her. She glanced across to the three loves of her life, serenely taking in the sun, naked, a metaphor for the openness of their relationship and she could not suppress the joy that filled her heart.

"Come on you guys, it's time to go."

Greg roused the others from their slumber as the sun was dipping behind the mountains.

They gathered their possessions and made their way back to the cabin.

"Bags first shower!" Diane shouted.

This suited the others who grabbed a drink and sat on the balcony where a light breeze had taken the edge off the day's heat. One by one they headed to the bathroom to shower and freshen up for the evening.

Greg was designated cook for the bbq and set about his task, to the background of music from Diane's Bluetooth speaker. Drinks in hand and a chorus of birds ushering in nightfall, conditions could not have been more idyllic.

Soon the perfectly cooked t bone steaks were on the table and the family sat down, au naturel, to enjoy a simple but delightful meal. The conversation flowed freely. With much laughter, recalling the events of the day. Of note, was the fact that everyone spoke freely of the sexual nature of the proceedings, without a hint of any guilt or regrets. To the contrary, future dalliances were anticipated after Michele brought up the subject of Diane and John's swinger parties.

"I must say, Diane," Michele said, "I had no idea that you hosted swinger parties. You sure kept that a secret from me."

"Well, it's generally not the sort of thing that you discuss over coffee with your sister," Diane responded.

"It did start rather innocently. We had a swimming pool, we liked to swim naked, thanks dad," she said, playfully patting her father on his thigh, "then we had friends over and they indicated that they were nudists, so we had a party, where the dress code was clothing optional. Most joined into the spirit of it. Then more parties and more nudity, then drinks and music and sun and well, things developed. Our more open-minded friends suggested parties for those who were less inhibited and so it began. We loved them didn't we John. It was all very relaxed, no cliques or jealousy, just no strings attached sex. After, we would sit around and chat and drink, have a swim, just like any clothed party. It is really very civilised.

"I must admit it sounds like a lot of fun. What are the chances that I could come to the next one?" Michele asked, hesitantly.

"For sure, sis, we would love to have you. From what I have seen of you, will fit in just fine." Diane responded enthusiastically, to the amusement of all.

"Hey, what about me?" Greg enquired hopefully.

"Sure dad, we have lots of old friends who play,"

"Heyyy, what's with this "old" thing?" Greg roared with mock indignation.

"just joking dad, you could keep up with the best of them, and Michele you will be a hit with the guys, and the girls," Diane added.

"The girls?" Michele cocked her head.

"Oh yes, Michele, a lot of our lady friends are bi. They love playing with both the men and women. It's do as you please there are no rules, other than no is no, of course," Diane explained.

"That sounds hot, but now I'm a bit embarrassed. I'm not sure how I would go because I have never been with a woman." Michele admitted with a tinge of awkwardness.

"Alright, let's fix that right now," Diane declared and stood and took her sister by the hand and led her to the nearly couch. "First, I will be the licker and you will be the lickee, then we will swap, OK?"

"Yes boss, I'm in your hands or tongue, as the case may be," Michele cheekily replied.

Diane sat her sister on the couch and spread her legs. She then knelt down on the floor in front of her.

"Mmmm, that is one pretty pussy, and look at that gorgeous clit, I'm going to enjoy this," Diane declared.

Diane spread Michele's pink, engorged labia. Her love tunnel was hot and moist, her juices already flowing in anticipation of her sister's attention. Diane's tongue ran up and down the length of her lips, pausing at the top to nibble the now pea sized clitoris. She then sucked it into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, lightly nipping at it with her teeth. Withdrawing her face she gently eased two fingers inside her, twisting her wrist so that her fingers tickled the ridged top of her vagina. She applied pressure there, which caused Michele, to shudder and contract her muscles and moan softly in sheer pleasure.

"Lick me again," Michele demanded, begging for Diane's fingers to be replaced by her tongue.

Diane returned her tongue to Michele's demanding pussy. She sucked her labia, pulling on them forcefully, drawing them into her mouth, where she lashed them with her tongue. Using her hands, she spread those pink lips and paid attention to the now fully distended bud of nerves.

"Yes, lick me there, right there," Michele demanded, her clit had never had such attention.

Michele, began to twist and turn. She felt a massive orgasm building between her legs; her chest heaved, her thighs tightened around Diane's head. An immense shudder shook her from head to toe as she climaxed violently. Her love juices flooded from her as if a dam had burst, soaking Diane, who did her best to swallow as much of the golden nectar as she could.

"Any good?" Diane asked facetiously, much to the amusement of Greg and John, whose rock hard cocks certainly gave their vote of approval.

"Oh Di, that was sensational. What the hell have I been missing out on all these years," Michele was finally able to gasp out.

"Well, you can make up for lost time, now my turn, come on," Diane said

They swapped positions and Michele, being the quick learner that she was, proceeded to lick her sister, just as she had been licked.

"Oh Diane, you taste delicious," Michele blurted between slurps on Diane's cunt.

The sisters were alike in so many ways. Diane had a prominent clit as well and Michele licked it until it fully escaped from its hood. She was fascinated by it; its magical qualities to grow like a man's penis, its extreme sensitivity.

Diane squirmed under her sister's attention. When she inserted two, then three fingers she knew that an orgasm was not far away. She encouraged her novice sibling, desperate that she added licking pussy to her sexual repertoire.

"Ohhhh Michele, yes, just there... perfect... ahhh, that is so good."

When Michele returned attention to Diane's throbbing clit, she could contain herself no longer. Her thighs gripped her sister's head and her back arched as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her juices flooded forth, soaking Michele who lapped up what she could.

"Come here," Diane demanded, dragging Michele to her and they locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing, their saliva mixing. What a joy to see two people displaying their unabashed love for each other.

John had been watching intently and his erection needed attention. He grabbed Diane's arm and led her to their bedroom.

"Well dad, I guess I'm now a lesbian." Michele joked which cracked her father up.

"No darling let's just call you an all-rounder. I think you much prefer cock don't you"

"Yes dad, I do, especially yours, it's so thick, it fills me up and fits so snuggly. You know what I want to do? I just want to sit on your lap with your cock up me. I don't want to fuck, I just want to feel you inside me."

With that Michele threw one leg over her father who was sitting on the dining chair and eased herself onto his cock, sinking up to his balls. They sat there as one and chatted away. Occasionally, Michele would wriggle a little, the friction exciting Greg, helping to maintain his erection. It was a feeling of intense intimacy, rather than anything sexual.

"Baby, it's late, lets go to bed,' Greg said at last, lifting his daughter off his still hard cock.

Hand in hand the walked to their room, passing the other bedroom, its door wide open and John and Diane fucking away.

"Good night you two," Michele called.

"Good night. Love you both," Diane responded.

In bed, Michele and her father spooned. Greg's cock pressed against her bottom. his arm resting on her chest. They lay there silently, blissfully enjoying the physical contact. Before long, Greg's breath shortened and he drifted off to sleep. His hard on subsided and its soft meatiness still remained pressed against her.

Michele reflected on the events of the day and the sheer pleasure of it all, a pleasure built on the foundation of her love of her family. She felt like the luckiest girl on Earth.

***

The raucous morning call of a kookaburra awoke her from her slumber. Greg remained sound asleep as she rolled out of bed and headed for the kitchen. She put the kettle on to make a cup of tea.

"Good morning babe," Diane said, greeting her sister as she and John joined her. They poured themselves some cereal and sat down to have breakfast. A sleepy-eyed Greg joined them and together they ate. Little was said, no doubt they were somewhat sad that they soon had to be on the road home. It had been a fun packed stay, one that all would remember.

With breakfast done, it was time to shower and reluctantly dress for the trip home. With the car packed, next was the key drop off and a goodbye to Kathy, with a promise to come back soon.

The short drive on the gravel road, soon had them on the main road home.

Diane's phone rang.

"Hi Claire hun, how are you?........ Of course you can........ I will ask them........ Byeee, see you then.

"That was Claire." Diane explained, "Lara is going to spend next weekend with her grandparents, so she asked if she and Tom could come over for the day. She asked me to invite you guys. What do you reckon?

"Count us in," said Diane and John. "Me too," said Greg.

Another family get together; how nice.