"XXX Stories" Peeing with my Nudist Family C2

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XXX Stories Peeing with my Nudist Family C2
"They feel like mine, too," I said and I felt his prick jump in my hand as he blinked away the shocked look that flashed on his face.

"Really? You know that?"

"Finish your shower," I said, giving him one more playful squeeze. 

When I tried to pull away, he kept hold of me. "How do you know that?"

"How do you think?" I asked, enjoying the way his cock throbbed against me for just a moment longer before pushing away from him. This time, he let me go.

I toweled off and used the blow dryer on my hair before heading back to the kitchen where our naked daughters still sat at the table staring at their phones. They both looked up as soon as they noticed me. "Have fun?" Brianna asked, looking me up and down as if trying to notice how I looked after I had been freshly fucked.

"We only talked," I told her. 

"That's no fun," Tiff said, but her sister was faster on the uptake to that news.

"Wait, does that mean Daddy's still hard?"

"I guess we'll find out," I said, deciding it was still early enough for one more cup of coffee. Picking up my phone from the table, I stepped out on the deck, sitting on one of the chaise loungers facing the sun, a favorite spot for me in the morning. It felt even better sitting there nude and feeling the sweet smelling air caressing me like a lover. A few minutes later, Bruce joined me. He was still hard. "Mm, looking good, baby."

He stole a glance over his shoulder before admitting, "I don't know which feels stanger, seeing them naked or being naked in front of them."

"It's not like it's never happened before," I pointed out. We've always been a little casual with our nudity.

"Not like this," he pointed out, sitting on the lounger next to me. He straddled it and I enjoyed the way his hard cock jutted upwards from his middle. 

There's only a small table between the two loungers. Leaning over, I caressed his hard-on. "I sure like seeing you like this."

"You're not alone," he said, glancing over his shoulder again. "I never knew what it was like to be a piece of meat until I walked past the two of them."

"And it's such a sexy piece of meat," I said, giving him one more squeeze before I leaned back. "You know they want you, right?"

"Oh God," he groaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw how that made him throb. "Is that allowed?"

"Why not?" I asked, getting up from the lounger and stepping to the edge of the deck. Bending my knees, I pulled open my labia and released the stream of pee that had built up from two and half cups of coffee. 

"I love when you do that," Bruce chuckled. "Especially when we have people over."

"I've never tried it standing up," I pointed out. Usually, I squatted. "Bri told me this is how she does it. It works pretty good."

"You've stood over me," he reminded. 

"And you were sitting on that chair," I said, flashing him a smile as I remembered the last time I peed on him. Pee-play wasn't a usual thing for us, more an occasional experiment than anything else, something we did as a half joke. It felt more taboo than being naked in front of daughters and strangely alluring.

The patio door swung open as Bri pranced outside. "I really need to go, too," she said, holding herself and squirming as she stood next to me, pulled open her labia, and released her bladder. She gave me a tentative little smile as I watched that suggested it may have been a special thrill for her. 

"Having fun?" I asked. Flashing me an even bigger smile, she nodded. Taking a chance, I put my hand in her stream of pee and grabbed her pussy as her spray weakened and sputtered to a stop. "You are a nasty girl, aren't you?"

"I am, Mommy," she gasped, looking at me with wide, hopeful eyes. "So nasty." She put her hand over mine, holding my hand in place as she studied my face with her open, hopeful expression. I could tell there was more. 

I fingered her oversized clit and prompted her, "Tell me how nasty."

She bit her bottom lip, the same way her sister sometimes did when she was stressed, worried, or scared, but I know my Bri and knew she would push past her fear. In a tiny voice, she confessed her truth. "Nasty enough to want you to taste me." Despite her bravery, she did that one thing that was so uncommon for her to do: She blushed.

"You are a nasty girl," I repeated, unable to hold back a wicked smile. 

"And a naughty girl," she added. "A very bad, naughty, nasty girl."

I guess it was my turn to look a little surprised because she giggled at me. "Like, a naughty girl who needs to be punished?" She nodded. I glanced over our shoulders at Bruce sitting on the lounger as he watched us. He had seen what I had done but the questioning look on his face told me that he couldn't make out our conversation. He looked so hard and excited, so much in need and unsure what to do about it.

"I like being naughty," she whimpered because of how my fingers were making her feel. "I really like being told what to do, being told to be naughty."

As soon as I heard that, it felt like hundreds of gears falling into place, perfectly meshing with thousands of tiny teeth to make a clock or a motor work. I suddenly understood my wayward daughter better than ever before. She had always been the rule-breaker, the wild one pushing the limits, even when she knew better. She liked breaking the rules and upsetting the apple cart to see where all those shiny apples would fly. For the first time, I understood why: She wanted someone to correct her. She wanted to be disciplined. She wanted to be put her place. It also fits with all the times when she blamed someone else for why she had done something wrong and why she never complained about getting in trouble, too. 

I bit back my smile and conjured up a stern look, a trick I think every parent knows how to do and one I had perfected over twenty years of parenting. Sometimes, what we see amuses us even as we have to summon up a parenting face. "I think Daddy needs a blowjob," I said. "Don't ask him. Just do it."

"Yes, Mommy," she said with a fire in her eyes that matched the heat I had felt between her legs. Brianna turned and walked to the foot of the lounger where my husband sat. Crawling over the foot of it, she looked her father in the eyes before telling him, "Mommy says I have to do this," and then she lowered her head into his lap and drew his long, hard cock between her eager lips.

"What the fuck?" Bruce said, frozen in place and wide-eyed with panic. "Did you really tell her to do this?"

Laughing, I nodded and walked up to Brianna's cute, upturned ass. "She just told me that she's a naughty girl who likes to be told what to do," I explained as I reached between her legs and fingered her wet pussy. 

"Oh fuck," Bruce sighed, looking panicked, confused, and excited all at once. It was an interesting mix of emotions to see on his face. "She's going to make me cum, you know that, right?"

"Mm," I purred, raking a hand across my chest and pulling on rock hard nipples stiff from the thrill of it all. "So you're saying our daughter makes a good cocksucker?"

"Oh God," he groaned, losing the panicked and confused expressions. 

"Makes you wonder how much practice she's had, doesn't it?"

"You're not helping," he said, looking as if he was doing his best to hold back.

"Sure I am," I said as Tiffany came outside to enjoy the show. 

"Is she good, Daddy?" she asked, sitting on my lounger and caressing her pussy. 

"Oh God," he groaned again, only this time it signaled him reaching his peak as he repeated the two-word phrase. "Oh God, Oh God. Oh God!" I knew those facial expressions as well as any other he might make and they were my favorite, the tortured look of absolute pleasure making him grimace with delight as he pumped wave after wave of pent-up semen deep inside his daughter's mouth.

"Give me," Tiffany said, falling to her knees on the smooth decking, right next to her sister. Without hesitation, Bri turned her head and kissed her sister. I felt Bri's orgasm as her pussy clenched around my fingers and I couldn't be happier. 

I patted her ass before moving so I could kiss my husband. His hand slipped up my thigh, moved between my legs, and he felt my wetness. "Give me this," he said, reaching behind himself to lower the back of chaise lounger down. Understanding what he meant, I straddled the chair and his face, lowering myself down to him until his tongue could reach me. It was an awkward position, but I didn't care. I leaned over him and held on to chair as I shivered with my first orgasm of the day. It was far from my last.

When I pulled away and looked behind me, I saw our daughters fighting over his cock. They were taking turns sucking his prick, licking his balls, and kissing each other. Bruce moved up to his elbows to watch the display of two eager mouths working him over. "Who wants to fuck their Daddy?"

"I do!" Tiffany squealed, pushing Bri backwards and straddling her Dad. From behind, Bri held her Dad's fat prick while her sister lowered herself down and around it. Tiffany pulled her knees to each side of Dad's body and pressed against him so she could kiss him, too. "We love you, Daddy."

"And I love you, Morning-Shine." He caressed her pretty face.

"Tell him what Bri is doing to you," I suggested, knowing he couldn't see.

"She's eating my ass," Tiffany said before she gasped and added, "And now she's fingering it." Smiling, Tiffany looked over her shoulder at me and reported, "And now Daddy is throbbing inside of me." She went back to kissing her father, smothering him with deep kisses as one hand caressed her back while his other hand got lost inside handfuls of her hair. 

Tiffany moved her hips, bouncing up and down hard and fast enough on her Dad to make the lounger rock, sway, and squeak. Bri gave up trying to lick her sister's ass. Instead, she kept her hand cupped against her backside with at least one finger buried inside her sister's butt. She had a wild, fiery look in her eyes as she watched her sister and father going at it. It did last much longer before Tiffany began moaning, followed immediately by quivering and everyone knew she was cumming. 

"Thank you, Daddy," Tiffany gasped, grinding against her father for another moment before climbing off of him. She staggered to the other lounger and sat down with a plop, looking very happy. Looking at me and her sister, she wore a twisted, contented looking smile. "That was intense!"

Bri looked up at me and I smiled. "Lick your Daddy clean," I told her. Without hesitating, she crawled between his legs and bathed his cock and balls clean of her sister's pussy. "Can I fuck him, too?"

"Go for it," I said, smiling as she climbed on him in a cowgirl position, lowering herself over his swollen cock, and sighing as he slid inside of her.

"Look at that clitty," I told Bruce, rubbing her pussy and making her lean back so he could see the pronounced nub as he looked past his flat stomach at his youngest daughter's pussy. 

"That's just perfect," he said, replacing my hand with his own and laying his thumb directly over her clit. 

"You're going to make me cum, Daddy," Bri squeaked. 

"Good," he told her, raking his other hand across her chest and caressing nipples so like mine. The combination of his cock inside her and both hands touching her so intimately was too much for our horny little daughter. She shook, shivered, and came fastest of all. After she was pleased, Bruce kissed her before helping her climb off of him. HIs prick glistened from her pussy, still long, hard, and proud of itself. 

"Are you going to cum again?" Bri asked, looking disappointed.

"Not yet," he said, with a grin and I saw the sparkle in his eyes. After that initial orgasm, I knew Bruce would reclaim his usual self-control. He could stay hard for hours if he put his mind to it. I felt confident that I could convince him otherwise. I knew tricks that could push him past being excited and back to being thrilled, but why should I? It was more fun seeing him hard and ready for more. "But I do have to pee," he said, pushing out of the lounger.

"Can I hold it, Daddy?" Bri asked, immediately very interested.

"Sure," he said, stepping the edge of the decking. Our small home had several features that sold us on it. One was the nice backyard with the tall privacy fence and the hot tub. (The walk-in shower in the master bath was a nice feature, too.) But the back patio had been a small concrete slab. Rather than break up the concrete, Bruce had installed a low deck over it, doubling or tripling the size of the outdoor sitting area. 

It was only a single step down from any of the deck's three sides. Holding her Daddy's still hard prick, Bri stood next to him until the stream began. Stepping into the grass, she moved directly in front of his stream, still holding his cock, and aiming it at her face and chest.

"Oh my God," Bruce said, echoing how I think the rest of us felt as he released the full force of his bladder.

"Thank you, Daddy," Bri smiled up at him, wet with his pee as she caressed herself, rubbing it everywhere.

"When did you start liking that?"

"You don't want to know," she giggled.

"Probably not," he agreed, taking control of his prick and shaking off the last couple drops. Bri bent and sucked the tip of his dick. He looked at me and asked, "You okay with this?"

"Why not?" I replied with a shrug. If she liked it, I was okay with it, too, though I did tell her she needed to rinse off before she went back into the house. I'm fine with her enjoying some pee play, but I'm not okay with her dripping pee all over my furniture. There was a shower attached to the outside of the gazebo surrounding the hot tub. Brianna rinsed off and that was good enough for me to let her back inside the house.

* * * * *

It's challenging to describe the joy of that first day of being naked together without turning the rest of this into one long description of sex. I know, who doesn't like to read about hot sex? And I promise I'll give more details about some of the crazy, sexy things we did together that day and in the days that followed that summer. I can't promise that I'll get it all in the right order.

That first Monday, when my girls showed up for breakfast in the nude will always remain a very special day to me. I had never felt closer to my daughters than that day. I couldn't imagine feeling more open and complete as we openly shared our bodies and the fires of lust that burn within all of us, yet, even as I write those words, I know I'm lying. As magical as Monday felt, it always felt incomplete without Bruce being part of the mix. Having him home, with his acceptance and participation, felt like we had quadrupled our fun instead of just adding to it. A family truly is more than the sum of its people.

There's a line that gets crossed once you've made love to someone, a line that's difficult to uncross. It's a line I once crossed with my brother years ago and whenever we see each other, I know in my heart, we share special memories few brothers and sisters enjoy. Any fears I had of Bruce's tolerance for the change in his family were muted because I knew how accepting he was of the experiences I had shared with my brother. 

Incest is funny like that. Some thrill over it because, while it's something they would never do, the taboo attracts them like moths to a flame. Others have willingly experienced and understand the secret joy that can be found in the arms of a family member. I watched that play out between my daughters and their father as they gained a new appreciation for each other without the boundaries and shame of the rules society forces upon us. In a way, I felt like I did back in college when I first discovered the joys of being with other women and anal sex. 

Take off all your clothes and you have nowhere to hide. Every mole or slight imperfect goes on display as equally as every alluring part of your body. I've talked to nudists or naturalists who only care about being free from clothes. I guess there's a difference between the two, but I don't know what it is and don't really care. It's not about being naked for me and appreciating the feel of the sun or a warm breeze wafting across my exposed flesh, it's about sex, about being open, available, and accessible for sex, that's what it is for me.

I've been naked with others, people I've dated. I've had sex with them, too. I've enjoyed the joys of having very intense, sexual relationships with people I barely knew. I love being open and free when others can be the same way. It's not about ownership, it's about celebrating our most carnal desires in an open and judgmental-free atmosphere. Finding that within my little family felt like a gift.

Seeing the girls naked wasn't new for me or Bruce. They had pranced around topless, nude, or nearly nude in the past, especially around me. I know I have done the same in front of them plenty of times. I've always been very open with my nudity, though not to the level of remaining nude from morning until bedtime. Bruce has done the same. Without making a big deal over it, he would join me in the hot tub nude even though our grown daughters might see him naked. He would towel off without shame of who might see. 

But things were different now. That line I mentioned earlier had been crossed. We weren't naked around each other out of some weird sense of freedom or spiritualism, we were naked around each other for the sexual thrill of being naked and available. Seeing Bruce naked in front of the girls had always been fun, but seeing him naked and aroused too took that to an entirely new level. And along with the openness of crossing that line came the implied permission for each of us to admit our kinkier, inner desires.

Sitting on the edge of the lounger as if it was a couch, Bruce took a sip of coffee gone cold before dumping out the rest of it through the cracks of the decking. Brianna sat next to him, cuddling next to him and caressing his hard-on. Tiffany and I sat across from them on the other lounger in the same way, facing them. How many times in the past had we sat like this? Our happy little family just sitting and visiting with each other. But it was never like this. Never naked and never with the level of intimacy we now shared.

"So Bri likes to be peed on," Bruce said, caressing her thigh so she knew it was okay.

"I do," she admitted with an easy going shrug. "I don't know why, I just do."

"It's all good," I offered.

"Can I do it, too?" Tiffany asked, sounding eager to try it. Bri nodded that she could. "Really?"

"No one else really knows," she said, looking a bit embarrassed by it. She didn't blush, she only looked down at her toes for a moment. "I mean, a couple people do because they've done it." She looked up her sister. "Remember Timothy?" Timothy had been a very short term boyfriend between prom and graduation. "He did it first and I really liked it." 

She told the story about being at a pre-graduation party with her friends, a bonfire in the woods where she had gone off in the woods with Timothy and another guy. They were drunk, naked, and had just had sex together. Apparently, they had both cum on her face when Timothy said he had to pee. "I told him to just do it," she said, grinning wildly. 

"On you?" Tiff asked.

Bri nodded. "And they both did. It was so fucking hot! It was like they were cumming on me again, except it never stopped. God, I fucking loved it!"

Bruce laughed as he watched Tiff's reaction. "Now I think your sister wants to try it, too."

"I never thought of it like that," Tiffany admitted with a tiny smile. 

"I have to be really excited to want it, but then it's really fun."

"What about you, Mom?" Tiff asked. "What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"

"That is not a question to ask your mother," Bruce replied before I could say anything. He laughed and added, "It's a shorter question to ask what she hasn't done."

"You know Mrs. Kowalski?" I asked. She was the mother of a girl they had both gone to school with, a girl neither of them liked. Anna Kowalski was a hot little MILF, very petite, prim, and proper. Like her daughter, she walked around with her cute little nose up in the air as if she was a little bit too good to be surrounded by so many peasants. "I once fucked her up the ass with a big, black strap-on."

"Kong?" Bruce asked, knowing precisely the toy I was talking about. 

Nodding, I laughed with both of my girls as they cheered and tried to finish my story. "I made her beg for it," I said over their laughter, making them laugh even harder. "She still calls me or messages me on Facebook."

"What about you, Daddy?" Bri asked.

He thought about his answer for a moment before telling just one piece of his truth. "I'm the reason your Mom bought Kong."

Tiffany was slower on the uptake than her sister. Bri worked it out immediately. "You like it up the ass?"

Her Dad nodded while adding, "Though I've never been able to handle Kong."

"I bet I could," Tiffany said, finally up to speed.

"Oh really?" Bruce asked, looking intrigued. "It's really big. Have you seen it?" She nodded and I explained that Tiffany had been raiding my toy drawer. 

"Tiffany is a size-queen," Brianna revealed.

"I thought you said you were taking time off from guys?" I asked, remember our conversation yesterday.

"Maybe I'm done taking time off," she said, eyeing her father's hard prick. "You felt really good, Daddy."

"So did you, Morning-shine," he said, returning her hungry gaze.

"What about me, Daddy?" Bri asked. Even though they were both eighteen or older, I guess some sibling rivalries never end. "Did you like the blowjob I gave you?"

"You know I did," he said, giving her a hug. "You're almost as good as it as your Mom." The twisted look on Bri's face as she realized she had more competition than she thought was priceless!

* * * * *

Bruce stayed hard or mostly hard for the next couple of hours as we fell back into the usual rhythms of our family. Without school or jobs to worry about, the girls got lost inside the 5-inch screen of their phones. I noticed how we stayed together, though, almost as if none of us wanted to be the reason for breaking the spell that had decided upon us. Meanwhile, Bruce and I reclaimed the loungers for ourselves, sat in the sun, and chatted about random things like news, weather elsewhere in the country, and all those little bullshit conversations that fill a relationship. It's not what gets talked about as much as that we talked, laughed, and made each other think.

"Every time I look past you and see our girls sitting there naked, it gets to me," he said, idly stroking his hard prick. 

"We like seeing you naked, too," Tiffany said, flashing him a big smile as she eyed his nakedness. 

"And hard," Bri added with a wicked smirk of her own. She squirmed and clutched at herself. "Especially the hard part."

Now that the ice had been broken and we were out in the open about things, I could fill Bruce in on everything that happened the day before. "You realize both of our girls are bi little sluts, right?" I told him again about Tiffany playing with herself in front of Bri.

"And you weren't ever tempted to do anything about it?" he asked her.

"I didn't want to get in trouble," she admitted.

"But you know that's why she was doing it, don't you?" I asked.

Bri blinked hard. That thought had never occurred to her. "Really?" Her sister gave a shy little nod that only told part of the truth.

"Ask her why," I suggested.

"Because you're into girls?" Bri asked, trying to guess the reason and not quite hitting the nail on its head.

"Because you're her sister," I revealed for the suddenly blushing and shy Tiffany. I got up from my lounger and stepped behind the older of the two sisters. Leaning over, I began caressing her fuller chest, gently rotating stiff nipples back and forth between my pinching thumbs and forefingers. "She wanted her sister to want her. She wanted her sister to go down on her."

"Why didn't you ask?" Bri asked with an open look of honesty on her pretty face.

"Because I was afraid you'd say no."

"No way!" Bri said, nearly leaping out of her chair and falling to her knees in front of her sister. "Give me this," she said, pulling Tiffany to the edge of the chair so her ass hung halfway over the lip of it. She went right to work on her sister, eagerly eating Tiffany's pussy while looking up at us.

"Does that feel good?" I asked Tiff. "Do you like how Bri eats pussy? Does it feel good to know your little sister is such a slut for your pussy?" 

"Yes Mommy," she moaned, clutching at my hands as if to make sure I wouldn't pull them away from her tits. I had no intention of doing that.

"Look at your Daddy," I told her, seeing how Bruce was stroking himself. "Can you see how hard the two of you are making him?"

"Oh God," Tiff whimpered, already beginning to quiver. "She's going to make me cum, Mom! She's doing it! It's happening!" I watched as her thighs began shaking, her arched backed, and she gave herself over to the unique thrill only one person in the world could provide to her: her sister eating her pussy.

"I think you squirted a bit," Bri said, smiling as she rocked back on her heels and wiped her face.

Tiffany looked up at me and asked, "Can I pee on her?"

"If it's okay with your sister," I said, already seeing the thrill in Brianna's eyes, too. Still sitting in the chair with her knees wide apart, Tiffany released her sparkling stream of pee as Bri leaned into it, opening her mouth, and letting her sister's pee splash across her. Despite my lack of experience with watersports, I thought it was a very sexy moment. 

"Kiss me," Brianna said as soon as Tiffany had finished emptying her bladder. She didn't wait and give her a sister a chance to respond, either. Instead, she crawled over her sister, rubbing her wet body against hers and pressed their mouths together. "See?" she said afterwards. "It's sexy, isn't it?"

"It's not bad," Tiff said, caressing her sister's wet body. 

"Only outside," I said in my Mom voice, warning both of them.

"I want you to do it, too," Brianna said. "Dad and Tiff did it. Now you have to do it."

"Really?" I asked, unsure if I could go on command. 

"Me too!" Tiffany cried out, quickly dropping to the deck and squeezing in next to her sister. The two of them looked up at me with eager eyes and open mouths as I pulled apart my labia and willed myself to let go of my bladder. It wasn't a lot, but I managed to do it, spraying both of them with a long, thin stream of piss. Oddly enough, they both seemed to enjoy it.

"Now eat me," Bri demanded, laying back on the smooth boards of the now wet deck. She parted her knees and opened her pussy to her sister, exposing that beautiful nub of a clitoris. If Tiff hadn't done it, I would have done it for her.

"Give me this," Bruce said, startling me. At some point, he had moved from the farther lounger to the one closest to the action. He sat on the same side as the action, too. Grabbing my hips, he backed me up and lowered me into his lap, right on top of his hard prick. I felt his lustfulness as powerful throbs deep inside me. Parting my legs, I played with my clit as I rode him, knowing he wouldn't hold back, knowing that he needed an orgasm.

I didn't need to do much work. Bruce had gotten too excited seeing our daughters playing. I was right there with him and I bit back cries louder than I wanted to make. Fences might shield the view from nosy neighbors, but they did little to stifle sound. Bruce clutching my breasts felt like spurs into the stallion of my orgasm as it charged towards me faster and harder until I came. My pussy clenched around his penetrating cock, squeezing it with joy even as I felt the staccato pulsing of his orgasm being injected deep inside of me.

With the four of us satisfied for the moment, the girls rinsed off in the outdoor shower attached to the hot tub before following Bruce and I inside for a very light lunch. Bruce took a nap afterwards, catching up on some of the sleep he had missed overnight. When he woke up, he found the three of us avoiding the heat of the day in front the TV watching Netflix. 

"This is going to take a bit of getting used to," he said with a smile, admiring the three naked women who now shared his happy home. He sat in his chair and paid more attention to the real life scenery around him than re-watching another episode of "Gilmore Girls." I caught him fondling himself like I sometimes did back when he and I would visit swinger clubs. He grew hard, ready, and seemed very content to remain that way for a while. 

His arousal became contagious as I noticed Brianna taking more of an interest in her Dad than the TV or her phone. She slipped a hand between her legs and began caressing herself, too. "I really like seeing you naked and hard," she told him. 

"I can tell," he said and I realized I might have missed how they had been watching each other. "Would you like some help?"

"Really?' she asked, running a hand across her breasts as she smiled. "Can we do it in front of Mom and Tiff?"

"Sure, baby," he said, getting out of his chair and approaching our youngest daughter. "Why don't you suck this for a bit." He stood in front of her, offering his hard-on to her. Bri eagerly sat on the edge of the sofa and began sucking him. "Mm, that's good, baby," he purred, stroking the side of her face. "You suck cock really good."

"She does it all the time," Tiffany offered without a hint of sarcasm or bitterness to her tone. 

"Is that true?" Daddy asked his daughter. 

"I really like it," she said, going back to nursing on his prick while she clutched at herself. 

"And would they do anything for you, too?"

"Sometimes. I like sucking more than fucking."

"Unless it's up your ass," Tiffany said, giggling. 

"So?" Bri asked.

"So nothing," Tiff quickly added, showing that she could be sweet, too. "I like it, too."

Bruce moved to his knees and made Bri lean back. "I want to go down on you, is that okay?"

"God yes," Brianna said, pulling her heels up to the edge of the sofa so she was completely exposed to him. 

"Wow," Bruce said, eyeing her plump, swollen clit. "It's almost like a little dick."

"Suck it, Daddy." She didn't need to give her Dad any instructions on how to eat pussy. 

Bruce is one of the most oral men I've met and he loves pussy. I know girls who could take lessons from him. He has the most amazing ability to read a woman while he's between her legs. He knows from instinct whether she likes direct pressure, indirect pressure, or a combination of both. It's truly a labor of lust for him, but kneeling between his daughter's legs, I could sense how it was also a labor of love, too. He didn't stop until Brianna had melted into a haze of post-orgasmic joy.

"Now it's your turn," he told Tiffany, shuffling over on his knees until he was in front of our older daughter. I watched and played with myself as I studied how he adjusted what he was doing. I caught him sucking on Tiffany's pussy lips in between her orgasms, giving her clit a chance to rest before diving back in for more. He's so fucking smart with how does things. Once more, he didn't stop until Tiffany had nearly fainted from so much pleasure.

"Care to make me feel that way?" I asked him, already on the edge from several smaller orgasms.

"Gladly," he said, once more walking on his knees until he reached me. He knew precisely what to do, too. It only took one more orgasm from his tongue to put me into a state of bliss. 

At his request, we didn't try to get him off until after supper. Knowing my husband, I knew he was recharging. Yes, he could have fucked any of us and gotten off. What's more, he could have fucked any of our holes, too. Instead, he chose to maintain his hard-on and tease us with the visualness of seeing him both naked and hard. 

After dinner, he took Tiffany by the hand and led her to our bedroom while Brianna and I washed the dishes. "What do you think they're doing?" she asked.

"Aside from teasing the fuck out of us?" I asked. "Having hot, dirty, incredible sex."

"Well, she better not wear him out," Brianna huffed.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," I assured her. 

It was half an hour later when Bruce came out to the deck with a beer in hand, a soft prick, and a big smile. "Where's Tiffany?"

"Probably still sprawled on our bed buns up where I left her," he smirked. He sat in the lounger he preferred and took a long draw from his beer. "She really does like it up the butt."

"You're so bad," I teased, knowing how good he was at pleasing a woman back there. Deciding a beer sounded like a good idea, I got up and went into the house. On a whim, I decided to check on Tiffany. Bruce wasn't lying. She was laying on our bed, buns up, and squirming against her fingers. I noticed a bit of cum leaking from her backside. "You okay?" 

"Oh Mom, I'm in love," she purred.

"Just remember he's mine, first," I said, watching for a moment longer as she fingered herself to one more orgasm.

Back outside on our deck, we lit the Tiki torches to keep away the mosquitos. Bruce drank his beer quickly and when he returned with a new one, he brought one for me, too. "Drink up."

"You trying to get me drunk?"

"No, just filling you up," he grinned with a tiny nod towards where Brianna sat staring at her phone and I instantly knew what he meant. Beer runs right through my system. The same with him, too. 

"You're bad," I giggled, chugging the remainder of my first beer like a college coed playing a drinking game.

"She said she likes it," he said and we clicked cans before downing those second beers as quickly as we could.

Tiffany eventually found her way out to the deck wearing a big smile and nothing else. We sent her back in for two more beers and Dad told her to drink some water, too. She came back sipping on a big glass. "You might want to drink faster," I told her. 

Tiffany was never quick on the uptake, but she was always good about following directions. Doing the best she could to sip at her water, it finally occurred to her why. "Ohhh," she said, taking another big swallow. 

It took another half an hour before those beers worked their magic on my bladder. "I gotta pee," I announced, stretching and caressing myself. I pointed looked at Brianna. "Really bad, too." Brianna gave me a hopeful look as she squirmed. "Yes dear?" I asked her. "Is there a problem?"

"Mom!" she whined, knowing I was teasing her. "You already know!"

"Do I?" I said, rubbing my clit a bit. "Mm, I feel really wet, too. Did you want to help me out with that?"

"I will!" Tiffany volunteered, not quite picking up on the game I was playing her sister. 

"She asked me to do it," Brianna snapped, claiming her place as only a sibling can. As she darted out of her chair, I relaxed on the lounger with its waterproof cushions. I parted my legs and waited for her to climb between them. 

I gave her a chance to taste me a bit before reminding her, "I really gotta pee." 

"Mm," she replied, still licking and lapping at my pussy.

"I'm serious," I said, feeling the need rising inside of me. I wasn't kidding. I had been holding it back for quite sometime. 

When I peed just a little inside her mouth, Bri responded by moaning even louder. "Do it, Mommy," she begged. "Please?"

"Are you sure, baby?" I asked, desperately needing relief. 

"Hold on," Bruce said, standing and swiftly moving behind Brianna's upturned butt. He swiped once at her pussy before grabbing his swollen, throbbing cock and crammed it inside her tight, wet pussy. 

"Oh God, yes!" Brianna squealed, pressing back against her Dad. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!" 

I saw Bruce grabbing her hips, pulling her against him and away from me. At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. I let go of my long, strong, powerful stream, watching as it arched up from my pussy and still struck Brianna in face. She immediately opened her mouth, letting my warm, wet stream of pee bounce against her mouth and face before splashing down her body, across her titties so much like mine until we were both coated in my pee. 

Like a wild woman, Brianna attacked my pussy. She licked everywhere, my pussy, my wet thighs, and even the filled depression of my bellybutton. I watched her rocking back and forth with the force of Bruce's fucking. I saw the wild, crazed look in her eyes as she reached between her legs and clutched at her fat clit before burying her face again between my pussy lips. Seeing my daughter so consumed by lust triggered my passions and I came against her face.

"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!" Tiffany cried out, standing and clutching at herself. "Now I have to go, too! Bad!"

"Hold on," Bruce told her, reaching down and sweeping up Brianna as he turned, landing with a thump between my legs on the foot of the lounger. As if directing traffic, he waved for Tiffany to move in front. He held Brianna in front of him with his cock still buried deeply in her pussy as she faced her older sister. "Do it," Bruce told Tiffany. 

Tiffany bent her knees slightly, pulled open her pussy lips, and started peeing. She giggled as her warm stream splashed against her sister. Bri cupped her hands, catching the warm, sparkling liquid and splashing in on herself as fast as she could. 

"Cum for me," Bruce demanded of Brianna. "Cum for your Daddy."

Getting up so I could see better, I saw how Bruce was rubbing furiously at Brianna's clit as they fucked. They were both covered in Tiffany's pee. Bruce didn't seem to care. All he cared about was helping the young woman in his arms getting off. It happened after Bri reached for her sister, drew her close, and pressed her face against her sister's pee soaked pussy. Her muffled moans were a joy to hear.

"Now me," Bruce said, picking his daughter up, forcing her to stand over him, still straddling him. Holding his cock, he released his stream, too. He sprayed upwards with a mighty force, peeing on her sensitive, exposed clit while Bri held on to Tiffany's waist. 

"Oh my God, I love you guys!" Bri squealed, looking happier than ever before. The four of us were covered in each other's pee and all we could do was laugh about it. 

"Tell me those cushions are waterproof," Bruce requested.

"They are," I said, stepping towards the outdoor shower. The pee games were fun in the moment, but it was a little much once the moment had passed. We took turns beneath the shower while Bruce rinsed off the lounger and the deck with the garden hose. 

"You're still hard, Daddy," Brianna noted.

"You're right," he said, caressing his needful looking cock as he eyed me. "Bend over, baby. Let our girls see how much you like it up the ass."

Those who know me know that Tiffany comes upon her thrill for anal play honestly. I love it up the butt. I like rimming men and women. I use fingers on all my partners and have a long list of converts willing to line up behind or in front of me for more. I even stored a tube of lube near in a little cupboard that part of the hot tub gazebo.

"I've always wondered why that was there," Tiffany said when I pulled it the lube and greased up my ass.

"Now you know," I said, bending over and poking my tight, puckered asshole with two fingers as my family watched. I squirmed as I did it, feeling my passions rising to a fevered pitch. It always felt so naughty bending over and fingering my butt in front of a lover. It felt extra naughty doing it in front of my husband and both of our daughters. I smeared the rest of it on the tip of his dick as I laid across the side of the hot tub.

Bruce moved up close behind me, caressing my asshole with the tip of his slippery dick before finding the sweet spot and easing himself inside. Like always, he took it slow, which I found even more remarkable because of his obvious need. He felt rock hard, as firm as an old fashioned plastic vibrator. I relaxed my backside and allowed myself to open to him. Inch-by-inch, he slipped inside until that pleasant feeling fell across me of feeling full and well penetrated. 

"Take it Mom!" Tiffany said, clutching herself as she watched.

"Yeah," Brianna said from the other side where she watched while pleasuring herself again. 

Bruce kept going until his hips touched my ass. He backed away and moved back in slowly again, but with each stroke, he picked up the pace. 

"Yes!" I told him, pressing back against him. "That's it. Fuck it. Fuck that tight ass."

"Yes," he said, really going at it now. He bounced off my ass making a playful slapping sound with every thrust. His heat and passion felt wonderful and I played with my clit, eager to cum first, eager to feel my asshole clenching down and around the intrusion of his hard cock while he was still thrusting. When it happened, I came harder, gasping and moaning with pleasure, bucking backwards against him with wild abandon until he started coming, too. 

"Fuck, that's hot," Brianna moaned.

"Yeah," was all Tiffany could add.

On weak knees, I staggered into the house after my husband was done with me. I visited the bathroom and cleaned myself while Bruce used the outdoor shower. 

When I returned to the deck, I found my family happily lounging in the hot tub. Slipping into the warm water felt like slipping a warm embrace from all three of them as we relaxed together as a family. We chatted easily about each other and ourselves. While we didn't share every story of our lives, there was no reason for secrets between us. 

We talked openly and honestly in the language of lovers who just happened to be family, too. Tiffany did a good job summing up how we felt when she proclaimed, "This is going to be the best summer yet!" 

And she was right!
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