A Hebridean Dream Holiday

For those in other parts of the world, a few words maybe need translating, or at least explanation!

The Outer Hebrides where this story is based is a group of islands off the far North West coast of Scotland. It's a wild and beautiful place, with its own unique history, traditions and language (Gaelic). The places mentioned here are all real -- go look them up on Google Maps and explore them yourself. I often visit these islands to photograph them and go naked.

A holiday in the UK is a vacation, not just a special day of celebration.

Midgies are tiny biting insects found in the north and west of Scotland in summer. They love warm, damp and windless days!

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It wasn't their normal summer holiday. Usually they'd be lying sunning themselves on a Spanish beach, soaking up the heat or enjoying splashing about in the pool at a seaside resort. The resort would either be a naturist one, or it would be a hotel within walking distance of a suitable beach. There was a time Stuart and Susan would have gone to Fuerteventura and enjoy the wide open beaches (as well as the action in the sand dunes). One year they even went to Cap d'Agde where absolutely nothing was left to the imagination on the beach and in the bars afterwards. Now their vacations took on a different facet and life was much more reserved, albeit a little more boring.

This summer, things were very different. Money was tight and a work colleague had offered Stuart the use of his holiday home in the far north west of Scotland for a week. It was a long drive, nearly five hours on the road plus a ferry journey but the scenery would be incredible and the ferry trip was different from the usual airport woes and overcrowded flights full of drunken tourists. However, as lifelong naturists, Stuart was going to miss getting to watch the naked girls on the beach, and if you asked her, his wife Susan might admit going to miss being surrounded by admiring naked men.

The drive wasn't as bad as they had feared. Once past Edinburgh, the A9 road north was uneventful with one enforced toilet stop after a couple of hours. The drive past the Cairngorm Mountains was pretty, but with such a busy road Stuart had to concentrate on driving and not watch the scenery. Then once they were north of Inverness, the roads grew narrow and tight where there was always the fear of getting stuck behind a slow moving campervan or tourist coach. The scenery became wilder and the mountains more rugged, however they got to the little fishing town of Ullapool in plenty of time to get out and stretch their legs before the ferry appeared round the headland and docked at the slipway. Once all the vehicles and trucks coming to the mainland had been unloaded and trundled along the town's main street to head south, they got back in their seats and were waved on-board, following a particularly large mobile crane. It was a reminder that out in the islands, nearly everything had to be ferried on and off.

Once they got up to the passenger deck on the ship, they found the TV room but soon got bored of the daytime television and slumped for the rest of the journey in the lounge with their iPads, or explored the upper decks where you could sit outside and look out for porpoises or even an orca. Stuart fancied a beer but he would have to drive at the other end, so that wasn't possible.

Thankfully, the crossing was calm and once the ferry arrived at the terminal, passengers were called down to the car deck and once the crane had been slowly unloaded, they clanked their way down the metal ramp and up into the town of Stornoway. It was then only another 30 minute drive along single track roads to the cottage where they were staying.

The landscape out here was like nothing they had seen before. Wide open spaces, with endless acres of featureless peat bogs which stretched away on either side of the narrow road. Occasionally tiny lochs reflected the blue of the sky and then they would crest a small hill to find that there was more water than land. They took it slowly to admire the views, although the stray sheep wandering onto the road were a constant source of worry. Way off to their right, a collection of houses looked as if they had been strung out on a thread and stretched along a rough track. Then the view opened out even more and the Atlantic Ocean lay shimmering in the bright sunshine off to the west. Just as some dark mountains appeared ahead, their satnav announced it was time to turn off the main road towards somewhere with an unpronounceably long name. The voice of the satnav almost certainly got it very wrong.

They knew the village where the cottage was situated was small, but they hadn't expected to be quite as remote as it was. They counted four tiny houses and a farm along the stretch of single track road and then they recognised their cottage from the photograph they had been sent. There were no street numbers out here!

"The key will be in the door" they were told, and true enough it was. A long narrow building, it was the former school for the area and the small cottage next door which shared the driveway was the school house. Both were now converted to holiday homes. Stuart was pleased to see no other cars in the driveway and he hoped it might stay that way.

As they pulled up, Stuart was just looking forward to getting in, stripping off and relaxing. However the car needed unpacked and that took time. Finally, once they had settled in, Stuart poured a beer and undressed. Being naked was the most relaxing thing in the world for him and although he knew he wasn't going to be able to stay that way all week, in the sanctuary of the cottage, they could do whatever they wanted.

They decided to put their boots on and wander out around the cottage to explore. There wasn't a garden as such, not with flowers or landscaping. It was too wild for that. The garden was more of a field which stretched down to the water's edge. They had brought their canoe and Stuart looked forward to getting it off the car and going out exploring the loch and many inlets and island scattered around, when the weather was calm. He noted the fence at the bottom of the field to keep the sheep out and wondered how he was going to lift it over, but guessed there would be a way.

But today, Stuart was taking it easy, so he sat back, looked out the window towards the loch and mountains beyond and made the most of the peace and quiet. Susan was busying herself putting food in the fridge and making up the beds.

By around 7pm it was getting cooler outside, everyone had come indoors and were in their rooms. Stuart has ventured back out, spent some time sitting in a lounger he had found in the garage, while watching the geese out on the loch and the ferry they had been in only a few hours earlier going back and forth to the mainland. From the open kitchen window he could smell dinner cooking. But once the temperature dropped, he too decided to go indoors.

There had been a few cars driving along the road at the front of the cottage but just as they were about to sit down for dinner, Stuart heard one which sounded different. It didn't drive past, but instead it sounded like it had slowed down. Then he heard the crunch of wheels on the gravel driveway. Squinting out of the window, he spotted a large green Volvo and a family decanting out onto the driveway they shared, then unlocking the door to the house next door. It looked like a husband and wife, with an older girl who was in her early twenties.

They had dinner and afterwards lit the fire in the stove. Despite the beautiful weather earlier in the day the clear skies meant the house cooled down very quickly and a real fire made everything feel warmer. He didn't want to put any clothes on. They sat in front of the fire for a while and Susan went off to have a shower. An hour later, just as Stuart was starting to doze off, there as a knock at the door. He jumped awake and made for the porch before realizing he was still naked. Grabbing the towel he had been sitting on, he wrapped it loosely around himself.

The guy he had seen arriving an hour or so earlier was standing on the doorstep.

"I'm really sorry, didn't mean to disturb your shower. Em, we've arrived next door and the cooker won't light, do you have any matches?"

"Probably. Come in," Stuart replied.

"Oh it's okay, I'll go let you dry off first" he said, but immediately realised Stuart wasn't actually wet. Stuart went inside anyway and picked up the matches sitting above the stove.

"I wasn't in the shower," he said, handing them over. "We hardly ever wear clothes."

"Oh!" the bloke replied, looking surprised. "Thanks for these," he said, looking at the box of matches, "I'll drop them in later". He turned to walk away, then stopped.

"Actually, so do we."

"What do you mean?" Stuart asked.

"Don't wear clothes. We're naturists, I presume you are too?" he replied, smiling.

"Oh right, that's cool. Unbelievable really."

There was a moment of silence as neither really knew what to say. He reached out to shake hands, so Stuart dropped his towel and reciprocated. The visitor's eyes immediately dropped to Stuart' groin to check him out. Uncut penis, big, not huge, maybe 3" soft, trimmed but not shaved. He looked up again.

"I'm Matt, good to meet you,"

"I'm Stuart," he replied. "Why don't you come round tomorrow? Meet the family."

"Sounds good, I'll look forward to it."

"Bring your wife too."

Matt looked at Stuart's cock and smiled.

"I know she'll look forward to it."

***

The next day came and went. They went for a drive up to the very north of the island and walked along the top of the huge cliffs which look out over the Atlantic Ocean, watching the seabirds and looking for puffins. There was a pleasant breeze which kept the midgies away all day, something they were very thankful for. But however enjoyable it was, Stuart couldn't think of anything else but stripping off later. He just wanted to feel the wind around his naked body, especially his cock and balls. It was a special feeling. He had his shorts on and went commando, but although he got the occasional gust which he felt underneath his shorts, it wasn't quite the same.

When they got back to the cottage, Stuart knocked on Matt's cottage door and invited them round for dinner.

"That's nice. Do you want us to bring anything?" he asked.

"Bring whatever you want, but no clothes.." he smiled.

Once inside he shed his clothes as quickly as possible then helped Susan prepare dinner, thinking how good it will be to have naked company. Matt and his wife Ellie appeared right on time. Both had gowns on but it was obvious they were naked underneath. Stuart was standing stirring dinner but shouted for them to come in. It was his first chance he'd had to see Ellie properly and he realised she was absolutely stunning. He immediately saw her eyes look down to his cock and he tried very hard to not react.

Just talk, he thought.

"Where is your daughter?" Stuart asked.

"Oh she's just making her own dinner. Lucy's at university now and she's a good cook."

"Ah good," Stuart replied. "It's nice when they're finally independent. Anyway, hang your gowns up over there," Stuart suggested, pointing over to a row of hooks beside the porch, "and grab a towel and a glass of wine."

Matt peeled off his gown revealing a smooth torso. He was fairly slim, not particular well built - certainly he didn't look like he worked out often, but still put Stuart's slight dad bod to shame. He shaved his cock and balls too. His cock was only two or so inches at best, uncut and looking very shriveled, Stuart thought probably from the cold evening outside. Ellie had a gorgeous body. Also shaved, her pussy looked beautiful and her breasts were full but not excessive and Stuart's cock twitched slightly again. He kept facing the worktop so as not to show it.

So they sat down, ate, and talked about their respective plans for the holiday. Stuart was glad that Susan was doing most of the serving and clearing up, as it allowed him to keep his lap under the table. He wondered if Matt was the same and sneaked a look by pretending to drop a napkin. To his pleasure there was definitely an upward movement in Matt's cock, it was no longer a two incher. This could get interesting shortly, he thought.

After dinner, Stuart poured him and Matt a whisky and the women poured themselves yet another glass of wine. He sat down on the big armchair, Matt and Ellie lay back on the sofa and then Stuart beckoned Susan over to join him. She must have had quite a few glasses of wine as she sat on his lap without any complaint.

Matt put his arm round his wife and smiled. It was a knowing smile that Stuart recognised. However as much as Stuart hoped things would kick off, he knew that Lucy was next door and that could put a damper on it if she appeared.

"Well this is very nice," Stuart said, "but what if Lucy comes round? We'd better behave, sadly," he sighed.

Matt shook his head.

"She's old enough to know the score. And there's a stack of DVDs through there to keep her amused."

Stuart trusted him and risked putting his arm around Susan, cupping her breast. Her nipple was stiff and he felt his cock swelling. She would soon feel it as she sat on his lap. As soon as she did, Susan turned towards him and gave him access to both nipples which he happily accepted, meeting them with his tongue, caressing and sucking the way he knew she liked. In between breasts, Stuart looked over her shoulder and saw that Matt and Ellie were kissing passionately. His small cock was definitely no longer small, rising slowly as Ellie gently played with it. His hands were on her breasts too, caressing them.

After several minutes of foreplay and stolen glances across the room, Susan swung round on Stuart' lap, sitting astride and facing him, releasing his now very erect cock which stood proudly upright against her hairy pussy. Manoeuvring gently, she smiled, slowly raised her torso and lowered herself onto it. Stuart couldn't believe how wet her pussy felt already. He glanced over to see Matt penetrating his wife's pussy too. Things were really hotting up.

Stuart pushed deep inside Susan and after a minute or two enjoying the warm sensation of her vagina, she started grinding herself against his cock. It was very hard and she felt it fill her up entirely, his tip touching the end of her soft passage, while her clit was rubbing against him. She didn't fuck him, she just moved back and forth softly, letting her gentle movements do the work. Stuart moaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensations while knowing that it wasn't taking him too far, too soon. For Susan, it was that movement, the massage her tiny spot was getting against the base of his shaft that started building up the pleasure more quickly. The situation helped as well, it was a very long time since they'd made love in the presence of others and it felt very erotic. Her first orgasm rose within her in minutes, taking over her entire body, making her throw her head back in ecstasy as the climax shocked her. And it lasted a while, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last until she was feeling pretty exhausted and her head dropped onto Stuart' shoulder.

Matt meanwhile was deep inside Ellie's pussy. She was lying back on the sofa while he knelt on the floor fucking her slowly, making regular glances over to see what was happening across the room. Stuart looked over Susan's now slumped shoulder and watched them by the light of the log fire. Matt sure put on a good show. After a few minutes he decided to go over and join them and so picking Susan up, he carried her over, still with her pussy wrapped around her cock, and laid her down beside Ellie, who was now more vocal, moaning in pleasure. Stuart hadn't cum, but he was close and so he didn't thrust into Susan yet, holding back until the right moment.

It was Ellie's turn to cum next. Stuart was still inside Susan as they watched Ellie's movements get more intense, her groaning growing louder until Matt's erect cock took her over the edge. She groaned loudly and lay back on the sofa as she felt the spasms of orgasm send her past the point of no return and beyond.

"Mmmmm that was nice Ellie," Matt said after she had recovered slightly, "Do you want some more?"

"In a minute," she replied.

Matt pulled his cock out. He was still hard and Stuart could see right into Ellie's pussy opening where Matt's penis had been inside, seconds earlier.

"What a view," he said.

"Isn't it?" Matt replied. "You fancy a taste?"

Stuart looked at Ellie and smiled.

"Yeah I'd love a taste. Can I?"

Ellie nodded. "Be gentle though."

Stuart needed no further encouragement. He knelt down between Ellie's legs and smelled her sex. She lay back and let him explore every fold of skin with his tongue, flicking gently inside her wet passage, lingering on her sensitive clit. Susan came back into the room to see her husband kneeling with his tongue deep inside Ellie's pussy, and smiled. She was moaning softly every time his tongue touched her clit, but Stuart didn't want to take her too far too quickly again. He wanted his own cock deep up that delicious pussy. He still managed to keep her on edge for a good few minutes but as his tongue was aching, he decided to come up for air.

He looked round and to his surprise, Susan was bent over the armchair with Matt about to insert his cock from behind. Stuart watched with excitement as he slowly offered it up to her pussy, and carefully slid it inside. Susan winced as he entered. She was only 5'6" and with a pussy to match but she took Stuart's penis quite easily and so Matt's was no problem and so he slid it inside and took her with his full length. Stuart was mesmerised to see someone else inside her. He'd dreamt of seeing it again for years. She whimpered as he gently started moving in her, withdrawing almost to his tip before sliding it back again. Closing her eyes and groaning with every thrust she let her body move in rhythm with his, pressing against his groin. Matt's balls swung between his legs, the warmth of the room making them hang low and full. They looked ready to explode inside her. Slowly but surely his movements grew faster. Susan kept it up, until her arms gave way and she slumped over the arm of the chair, her ass and pussy angled perfectly for Matt to push even deeper. Now his balls slapped against her, the eroticism of the noise of flesh against flesh building the tension in the air.

Suddenly she screamed as her second orgasm of the evening shook her. Matt was now grunting with every thrust of his cock. Her tightness was bringing him right to the edge, his skin being pulled back relentlessly against the entrance to her vagina, making his juices start to flow. The sight of her squealing under him, while Stuart watched, was too much and his cock began to pulse. His orgasm was intense as the sperm flooded out, filling Susan's pussy in white sticky cum. He felt four or five spurts enter her, and then felt it run down the inside of her leg, her tiny pussy too small to take it all.

"Wow," Stuart said, "Are you okay?"

"Yesss," Susan gasped, "amazing!"

Matt was still deep inside her, unwilling to pull out from the warm, wet pussy.

"Do you want a go?" Matt asked.

"Love to," Stuart replied and he got up from the floor between Ellie's legs where he had been watching the action. He stood beside Matt and watched as he pulled out of Susan. His cock had softened but was wet with cum and it flopped downwards, with a big drip of sperm hanging on the end. Stuart placed the tip of his cock against his wife's pussy lips. He knew this was going to be a slick entry, so he pulled his skin right back and plunged it into Susan's cum filled pussy. He'd never felt her pussy as wet as this before and Matt's cum squeezed out around his balls as he pressed deeper inside.

"Aahhh.. " Susan let out a long moan as he penetrated her.

"You're so wet Susan," he said, "I'm not going to last long."

He lasted a good few minutes though, and at one point he thought the feelings might subside, as his cock had been hard for so long. Matt watched from behind the armchair, getting a good look at Stuart's cock sliding in and out and hearing Susan moaning with every stroke. He managed to make it last for several minutes

"Not going to cum then matey?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, soon" Stuart replied.

"Here, let me help," and he reached round between Stuart's open legs and cupped his balls.

"Fuuuck" Stuart shouted, the unexpected touch sending him over the edge. His cock exploded - three, four, five, maybe six streams of cum poured out, filling up Susan's pussy yet again. She looked shocked at the volume of hot sperm that had just wet her insides and was now flowing out down her legs and Stuart's shaft.

***

Sunday was quiet in the Hebrides. Traditionally it had been the day when the churches were the only places to be seen and all shops were closed. Nothing was permitted. But times had changed and even the supermarkets had started opening in Stornoway. The locals often still stayed at home but roads were busy with tourists, however Stuart decided to stay local, get the canoe off the roof of the car and go for a paddle. He flung on a pair of shorts and was unstrapping it when Matt appeared.

"Do you want some help?" he asked.

"I'm actually getting good at lifting it off myself but since you're offering..." he replied.

Matt came over and between them they lifted it off, turned it over and laid it on the grass beside the cottage.

"Are you going out in it?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, I was looking on the map and there's a little inlet just past that bend in the road over there. It's really sheltered if you keep to the shore for a couple of miles and then I thought I'd walk up and over the second headland. There doesn't seem to be any houses up there."

"Cool, I'd love something like this and Lucy was admiring it earlier"

"You can try it out if you want. In fact you can both come along, unless you've got something better planned?" Stuart suggested.

"No, nothing planned. Yes I'm sure she would love that. Is there room for three in it though?"

"Yes, just. I've only got two paddles but she's not that heavy so she can sit in the middle. It can usually take two people and a load of gear so it's very stable," Stuart assured him. "Say, about an hour?"

"Sure, I'll go speak to her," he replied and went inside. Stuart gathered his stuff and started to pack a drybag with some snacks, water and his camera.

Out on the water, it was quite serene. The breeze had dropped and Stuart was glad he had smothered his shoulders and back in sunscreen before he left. Matt sat up front and Lucy sat in the middle, watching her dad do his share of paddling.

"You know, I never actually asked where are you guys were from," Stuart said, realising he couldn't quite place their accents.

"Midlands, not far from Nottingham" Matt replied. "But Lucy is at Glasgow University, so we've been spending a bit more time in Scotland. First time we've come this far though."

"What are you studying Lucy?" Stuart asked her.

"Archaeology," she replied.

"Ah interesting, you must find this place fascinating. There's really old stuff everywhere you look."

"Not had a chance yet, but we might go and find some sites tomorrow."

"We'll probably go over to Callanish tomorrow. I've never been before."

"It's Neolithic, so older than Stonehenge, 5,000 years old I think?" she replied.

"Anywhere round here to go naked?" Matt asked.

"There are beautiful beaches on the west coast, and some of them are massive. If you go early enough, or late enough you might get them to yourselves," Stuart suggested.

The paddled onwards, not over-exerting themselves in the heat and enjoying the views. There was not a sound, apart from the occasional oystercatcher calling urgently from the shore, unsure of this strange new object moving silently before them across the water. After around half an hour, a small stony beach appeared and Matt suggested this would be a place to pull in. They all stepped out and the men pulled the canoe up onto the pebbles, far enough that if the tide rose any further it wouldn't reach it.

"I was going to walk from here, up over the hillside there, then I think you can walk quite a distance along the inlet beyond," Stuart said. "But until I see it I won't really know for sure. If you want to sit here, I can go myself?"

"No its fine, we'll come," Matt said, "You okay with that Lucy?

"Yeah sure," she replied.

"I think we're safe to strip off here, if you want," Stuart said, "But if you don't want to, Lucy, that's okay."

"No, I love it. I'm not missing out."

Stuart was pleased to hear that. Having seen her mother, he was keen to see whether Lucy was in the same league naked. Stuart stripped off his shorts, managing to get them over his shoes without falling over. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Matt doing the same, then pulling off his shirt. He turned round to see Lucy peel off her t-shirt. No bra underneath, just a lovely pair of breasts, smaller than her mother's but with beautiful pert nipples. He was about to turn away but she unashamedly started unbuttoning her cut-off jeans, smiling at him all the time, and pushing them to the ground before stepping out of them. She looked at Stuart' penis and smiled again.

"Stick everything in the drybag and we can leave it here under the canoe," Stuart said. They picked up their clothes and stuffed them in the bag.

"Let's go. Best stay out of the bracken up here, there's too many ticks around," then they started up the hillside. Stuart led the way at first, but when they reached the highest point and the path was fairly clear, he let the others go on ahead.

Around the headland, the coast stretched on for many miles out towards the open sea. They disturbed some seagulls who called loudly and swooped overhead, unused to people in such a remote part of coastline. When the path faded away, the walk became rough in places, with large seaweed covered boulders which forced them higher up onto the grassy slopes above, then beautiful small sandy beaches which were a delight to walk along. They walked for maybe half an hour, seeing no-one at all. That suited them well as they had deliberately left their clothes behind.

Stuart enjoyed the freedom of walking naked like this and was thankful yet again for the breeze which kept the midgies away. The feeling of the warm wind around his balls and penis was very pleasurable and often aroused him, even if it didn't show physically.

He also walked behind the others so he could admire Lucy's ass. It was perfect -- not too large, not too skinny. He wondered what it would be like to fuck her from behind, and imagined her moaning in pleasure as he penetrated her. His cock started to grow at those carnal thoughts so decided he better think of something else quickly. Although she was clearly teasing him, she surely wouldn't be interested in him, so better not to fantasise like that.

The bay opened out and they walked its full length barefoot, leaving a trail of footprints on the sand, and eventually reached another headland where they put their shoes back on as the rocks were sharp beneath them.

Eventually, on finding a small inlet beyond, they spotted a building, possibly an old fishing hut or crofters cottage. It looked long abandoned. The slates were all but gone off the original cottage roof, leaving only the timber boarding and the metal clad outhouse at the back was in a similar state of disrepair. Most of the windows were broken and the door was off its hinges. They all looked up at it for a few seconds.

"I'm just going up behind there for a pee, I'll catch you up," Stuart said.

"No need to be shy. Shall we explore?" Matt suggested, and they all nodded in agreement and wandered up the track towards it.

There was a faint path up from the beach to the cottage. They approached it warily in case people were around but really there was no likelihood of that. Inside, the building was completely derelict. An old sofa and a table still sat rotting in what would have been the main living room and it looked like the sheep had been inside, using it for shelter, as there was animal mess everywhere.

"Jeez," Stuart said "look at this."

"Yeah, a do-er upper if ever I saw one" Matt replied, wandering through to the back rooms. Stuart explored what was left of the kitchen and then into the bathroom next door while Lucy followed him. He heard Matt walking back outside into the sun.

"It's actually okay, isn't it?" Stuart said about the bathroom, "the taps won't work but the rest is all intact. Look, there's even some loo roll!"

"Well you said you needed to pee," Lucy giggled.

"Yeah and I'm bursting, I've held it in since that last beach."

"You should have just gone. I need quite badly too, but I'm not sitting on that! It's filthy" she replied.

"You can just hover then!" Stuart said laughing.

"Ha ha, yeah I could do," she replied, and he realised this could get interesting. "But I'll just squat, thank you," she replied.

The idea of watched Lucy excited him, but he still offered her the chance to go first.

"Look I'll wait outside if you want to go, but hurry up, I'm really desperate. I've been needing for ages."

"If we're not actually using the toilet it doesn't matter, does it?" she said. "I could go anywhere."

"True. No-one's going to know. I really love doing it outside. The thrill of maybe getting caught."

"Me too," she whispered in case her father was close enough to hear, "but just doing it in here, like anywhere I want, is kinda cool too."

He could actually feel the first warm drips on his tip as he'd been holding it in for so long now and the thought of finally letting it go didn't help. He really was bursting. Lucy too was intrigued about peeing in the same room as someone else. She had seen her family do it many times, but she'd never done it in front of strangers, or watched them.

"Why don't you show me?" she said.

"Fuck Lucy, you'll get me into trouble," Stuart scolded her.

"So?" she giggled, then looked around to check they were still alone.

"Look, I'm about to.. " he stopped as a little trickle of pee started leaking from the tip of his penis.

"Ohhhh you are bursting... it's starting to come out!" she squealed, pointing. "Look it's ok, I can't hold mine in much longer anyway," she said. "When you gotta do it, you gotta do it!"

Lucy looked at Stuart right in the eye, raising her eyebrows as if to say, well are you going to do it?

"I can't hold it," he whispered back, the dribble slowly growing into a regular stream onto the floor, the noise reverberating round the room.

Lucy quickly squatted down where she stood. He saw her eyes widen then relax in relief as she squeezed and emptied her bladder onto the floor with a loud hiss. It was a long one and her stream of pee started flooding across the room towards him. Hearing her flowing pee, Stuart felt his cock rise despite his bursting bladder. Lucy stared up at his growing penis, which of course didn't help.

"Fuck that's better," he said and he felt it start to really flow. He stood beside the ancient toilet but with his erection, he couldn't really aim. A huge stream of pee shot out of his now hard cock, arching across the room and splashing against the side of the bath, the toilet and across the floor. It felt awesome.

He shuffled his feet slightly to avoid the puddle of pee Lucy had released, and his own, which was flowing back towards him.

Meanwhile Lucy was admiring Stuart's cock. It was now almost erect, and with every slight strain, it twitched, a little hood of foreskin hanging down over the end.

After twenty seconds or so, Stuart's stream of pee slowed, before it faded to a trickle.

Lucy also gave a final quick squirt of pee and reached out for the tattered loo roll.

"You both done yet?" Matt shouted from the hallway.

"Yeah," Stuart replied as Matt's head looked round the doorway.

"Fuck! What a mess," he laughed. "And here's you showing my daughter your hard cock."

Stuart just smiled.

"Nothing she hasn't seen before I'm sure," he replied, "although you can't talk! You're not exactly shriveled up yourself."

Matt's cock was also engorged, aroused by the thought of what he had witnessed when he walked in. Stuart could see his foreskin stretching as it grew.

"I'm not as hard as you!" he replied, "My poor girl will never forget seeing that!"

"Dad, don't be gross. I'm old enough," Lucy objected.

Matt laughed, "Don't want you led astray."

"Any more than you do already? I've seen you with one plenty of times."

"Yup," her Dad replied, "Nothing to get worried about", aware his own cock was still rising.

Stuart was even harder now, his cock sticking out at an angle. Being in the proximity of Lucy made it even worse.

"What are we going to do about these though?" Matt asked. "We can't walk home with an erection or your mum will be wondering what we've been up to."

"Well I'm not helping you! Anyway, they'll go down," she said.

"Awww," Matt said jokingly. "Maybe Stuart will?"

"Nope, you're on your own. But I'm not adverse to a quickie," he said.

"Good idea," Matt said.

Lucy frowned, rolling her eyes, "Well don't be long, we should head back soon."

"If you helped Stuart it would be quicker," Matt suggested, winking at her.

She just raised her eyebrows and headed for the front door.

"Come on, you do it too," Matt shouted in reply.

"But not in front of other people."

Lucy knew what was going to happen but as soon as she left she wished she had stayed to watch, maybe even help. Looking back, she sneaked another glance. His cock stood up almost vertical although it was almost half the size of Stuart's cock. Too late now, she thought. She went outside and sat down on a large boulder a short distance away.

Her pussy was still damp but it wasn't with her pee. She realised she was aroused. Turning her back to the cottage and looking out over the water, she reached down and touched it with her middle finger, sending a mild electric shock through her body. The idea of doing it outside like this was even more exciting than normal, and so she kept on rubbing.

Back in the cottage, Matt was also rubbing. His stroking was methodical and Stuart studied his foreskin as it revealed his head with every movement of his fingers up and down. His balls were tight but bounced with every stroke.

Stuart thought he'd better get started too and reached down to feel his rigid penis.

"Mmmmm," Matt moaned, "this might not take long."

"Are you that turned on?"

"Fuck yes, seeing your piss all over the floor like that. Did she look good?"

"Very nice, she has a lovely pussy" Stuart replied.

"Do you fancy getting up it?" Matt asked.

"Do you?" he replied.

Matt just smiled and walked to the front door. Stuart followed him, stroking all the time. He looked over Matt's shoulder to see Lucy sitting naked on her rock, facing away from them, her right hand in her lap.

"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" he whispered.

"I think you might be right," Matt whispered back. "Naughty girl."

Matt stepped outside onto the stone path, never taking his eyes off her. His right hand was furiously stroking his cock, his balls bouncing in time with his movements. Stuart followed him out. Lucy's arm was moving visibly at her side, her hand still hidden from view, tucked between her legs. Every so often her body would shake and jerk slightly as the pleasure built up.

"I'm going to cum," Matt muttered under his breath.

"I've not got going yet. I want to see her cum," Stuart responded, hoping to time his orgasm with hers.

Stuart took his cock in his right hand and slowly retracted his foreskin, then started stroking slowly. The two men stood side by side for another minute at least while Lucy was oblivious to their presence. The pleasure in their groins growing with each stroke and whilst Matt had slowed down, Stuart was quickly catching up. Lucy too was feeling the sensations in her pussy building. She was circling her clit gently, occasionally dipping a finger into her moist passage. The experience of masturbating outside in the open was exhilarating, knowing that someone on a far distant hillside was maybe watching her from afar. Little did she know that two pair of eyes were watching from much closer.

"I'm really... going to shoot," Matt gasped.

At that point Lucy suddenly heard him and spun her head round to see her Dad and Stuart both standing at the doorway, their cocks in their hands, pumping away.

"Lucy.." Matt shouted as a warning. But it was too late. He closed his eyes in pleasure, while the first drips of sticky cum started pouring out, followed by two or three huge shots which flew into the air causing him to moan loudly, while his knees buckled underneath him.

Lucy started gasping, and her fingers pushed deeper into her vagina, frantically rubbing to intensify the inevitable. She let out a little muffled scream and dropped her head as an orgasm shook through her young body.

Stuart couldn't take his eyes off her and it was too much for him. His muscles tensed in his legs first, there was a quick build-up of pressure and then his first ejaculation shot out and streaked the ground below him.

"Ohhhh," he moaned, timing his strokes with his spurts, eventually squeezing every drop of sperm out and over the grass.

The three of them just looked at each other, as if they were unsure of what had just happened. Matt moved first.

"You said there was toilet roll in there? I'll get some," and he headed inside, returning with a scrappy roll of paper. He wiped his penis and handed some to Stuart before going back inside.

Stuart walked down to Lucy.

"Want some?" he asked.

She just nodded.

"That was the most awesome sight Lucy, I was so turned on. I still am."

"Kinda horny huh?" she replied looking up at him. "I can't believe how far your cum went."

"Just one of my party tricks," he said jokingly.

"I can't wait to see more then."

"Is this normal in your house then?"

"Well.. not quite like that. But we don't have any secrets. Bedroom doors are never closed."

"I see. I think I'd like to move in."

Stuart walked down to the water's edge and sat down. By now the sea was calm and there was absolutely no wind. The midges were out in force up at the old cottage but down here on the beach there were none, so it was a welcome relief.

"Do you want me to go and get the canoe? I can paddle it round here to save us all walking back," Stuart called to Matt who had reappeared.

"I'd prefer the walk to be honest," he said, strolling down beside them.

"You go get it then," Lucy suggested, "I'm quite enjoying this sun."

"We can both go?" Stuart offered.

"Nah its fine. I'm happy to get it. Just make sure she behaves, okay?"

"Look who's talking," Lucy said and rolled her eyes.

They lay on the sand and said nothing until Matt had gone round the corner.

Stuart grabbed his backpack and took out a couple of energy bars, offering one to Lucy. There was no rush, but the tide was turning and they couldn't be too long getting back round the headland. Still the warm sun and sand was lovely and he lay back down and closed his eyes.

Lucy stayed sitting up, looking out towards the sea. Then her eyes strayed to the naked body beside her. Stuart looked so unlike earlier, his large cock now slightly shriveled with its ample foreskin hanging down.

"You should put some sun cream on that."

Stuart looked over.

"You offering?"

"Uh huh," she relied. "I have some. I can't get over how different yours is from Dad's. His is so much smaller."

"Luck of the draw, Lucy. It's how well you use it that counts."

"I know. He seems to manage quite well."

"I guess so. You must have seen a lot of it then?"

"Quite a lot. We've always been naked round the house since forever. I saw many naturist visitors too. Were you the same?" she asked.

"Yes, we live like that too."

"In the last couple of years, once I was older, things got a bit more open."

"You're a sexy girl."

"And he knows it."

"You haven't...?" Stuart asked.

"No. I think he'd like to though."

"Anyone would."

She dipped into her own backpack and pulled out some sunscreen. The temptation was too much. She slid down the sand on her bum, sat up on her haunches and reached out to apply it to Stuart's cock. He took a moment or two to realise what was happening. He opened his eyes with a start, looked up and smiled at Lucy, who was intently massaging and smearing the cream over his soft cock. His skin was loose and gripping him firmly at the tip she slowly revealed his beautiful shiny head before releasing and letting it slide back again. It rapidly started to fill out with her soft gentle touch.

"Lucy, you better stop or..." he whispered.

"Or?" she replied.

Stuart hesitated.

He reached over, the back of his hand touching her now prominent nipples, just brushing them with his fingers. Then he lay back and let the sensations flood over him. He looked down to see his cock growing and curving upwards slowly, until it was pointing directly to the sky in Lucy's grasp.

"You're too good at this," he said. "How much practice have you had?"

"Not much, honestly," she said.

"Well it doesn't feel like it.. fuck, that's good."

Her movements were soft and gentle, nothing to cause tightness or pain, just slow strokes, making him moan quietly. The feelings were growing but not too quickly, after all it was only half an hour since he had last shot a load.

"You can touch me down there if you want?" she offered.

"Lucy.. I'd better not. What would your Dad say?"

"Did you fuck my Mum last night?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"No! Well, not as such."

She just smiled, took his hand and placed it in her lap.

"My turn now," she said, and opened her legs wide enough for him to reach her pussy.

Stuart let his fingers dip in between her lips. They were wet and he easily slipped a single finger between them and into her warm passage, feeling the little ridges of skin inside, before circling her clit.

"Mmmm, that's nice," she whispered.

He kept it up for a while, speeding up and slowing down when it looked like she was close. Then without warning she started moaning more urgently. He hesitated momentarily but she implored him to carry on.

"Don't.. stop, now. Ohhh god."

"Do you want to..?"

"Yes, don't stop. Fuuuuck!" and she flung her head back and arched her back slightly as an orgasm flooded her body. Stuart just lay there with a finger inside her and after a minute to let her recover, he slid it out, making her shake with the touch. She lay for a while, until her breaths returned to normal and she turned her head to look at him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Pleasure was mine," he said.

"I'm sorry I stopped. Would you like me to carry on?"

"I can do it myself, its okay."

"It's only fair. I was enjoying it anyway. I need to pee again first, wait here."

"Do it. While I watch."

She smiled, got back on her knees and faced him. Taking his rigid cock in her right hand she started stroking him once again, this time with long slow movements, pulling the skin right back every time before stretching it out to a scrunched up point.

"Ohhh.. that's so good," he groaned.

"Tell me when you're close."

"Just a couple of minutes."

"Good."

"Lucy, that's lovely."

"You feel huge."

"It's coming Lucy, nearly there."

"Look at me."

Stuart turned his head to see her kneeling, legs parted, her inflamed pussy facing him.

"Watch," she said, and she started to pee on the sand, a strong stream which hissed and made a little indentation in the sand.

"You like that huh?" she said.

"Oh God.. I'm cumming."

Her hand moved even faster in his lap but he was past the point where it would make any difference anyway as his cum was rising within him. The sensations were just too strong and her grip on his head too tight. He moaned loudly in anticipation of the eruption that was about to follow.

"Oohhhhhh.. " Stuart groaned, and white creamy cum started oozing out of his slit. Lucy reached down and put her lips to it, covering it as if to stem the flow, but it made no difference. The flood of cum poured out either side of her mouth and he felt it running through his hair and round his still pulsing balls. After it stopped spurting, she let go, letting his penis slowly descend as if in slow motion and soften, until the last of his ejaculation was dribbling down over his hip and onto the sand.

Lucy used her fingers to wipe much of it together into one large puddle on his torso, as if she was creating a pattern on his skin.

"Well that was fun," she said smiling at him.

"For me too," Stuart panted.

Lucy laid back on the warm sand, her arms behind her head, legs slightly raised. Stuart rolled onto his side, looked over and admire her gorgeous breasts and smooth mound. He put the inevitable thoughts aside.

"Your cock is still dripping" Lucy said.

"It will, for a while," Stuart replied.

"Does it need squeezed?"

"No, it'll be fine. I'm going into the sea for a wash. Your Dad will be back soon anyway."

"Yeah, can't imagine what he'll say when I tell him about this."

Stuart just looked at her in disbelief and laughed.

"You're not serious," but he stopped, as he knew she was. He also knew that getting inside her beautiful pussy was probably now a real possibility. For a non-naturist holiday, this was turning out to be one of the best.