Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 20:40:17 +0100 (BST) From: T J Subject: Professor's family vacation 1 This story recalls the continuing development of the relationship between lovers Rebecca and Michael (who are us in real life), and their (our) involvement with the Professor, Jill, and their three children. The first weeks of togetherness, and a subsequent ski-ing holiday, are in the "bisexual - adult youth" section. For new readers we suggest you head to those installments first before reading these. The increasing nature and maturity of the incestual relationship has prompted the change of category. Enjoy - we did, and still do.... dubtownswingers@yahoo.co.uk The overwhelming joy of sex we felt as youngster's in our family was only truly appreciated when we grew up a little. 11 years on from when Mai-Ling introduced us to sex with eachother, the passions are as strong, the love as tenable. Our love-making has gained a little more sophistication, and a few more friends, but what it provided us with was a rock of stability and trust during our teenage years. That is something only now we can recognize, and it really came about when Michael and Rebecca, and Maria and Helen, came into our lives. You've already read that story, but here's my recollection of our first summer holiday them. It will forever stand out in my mind, and forever make me horny thinking about it. The idea of spending two weeks in the summer naked with our 'extended' family was beyond my wildest dreams. I'd never known such places existed, but from when we'd first met our skiing holiday chalet maid, Kate, who'd worked on a nudist camp the previous summer, my mind ran wild with fantasies. I guess the prime one was being to express how we loved eachother as a family in public. Our sex was nearly always in the presence of other members of our family. Of course we did have our early morning wake up sex in twos and threes, but when our comrades in nookie came over it was just the way it was to have sex in front of, and with, everyone else in the family. That was natural to us. But we knew only too well that outside, in 'real' public, such PDA (public displays of affection) was not accepted in England. And if they knew we were family it would be even worse. We found it frustrating in one way, but invigorated that we could enjoy what they couldn't. Being 'secretive' added to the excitement. But god how we wanted to do it, and show the world how in love we all were with eachother. This was particularly strong for me and Susan, with recurring fantasies of giving our dad the longest, most horny blow jobs just when we wanted to, in front of people who would just lust after us for being such beautiful daughters to our father. Now that we had both learned to ride him meant the blow job fantasies just got better. We also desperately loved the idea of having sex with mum, Rebecca, Helen and Mai-Ling, with lots of oil and laughter, licking and cumming. And it would not be complete without taking the whole length of Michael and dad inside us, riding them, cumming together, with Sam, our brother, filling our mouths with cum. And underneath it all, Susan, Maria and I all fancied the hell out of eachother too. Watching Maria and Susan kiss eachother was such a turn on to me. Knowing I could just spread my legs and welcome them to my pussy, or have them lower theirs onto my tongue. You can see - I was just so horny, all thanks to what my family had introduced me and my sister to. So, back to that holiday, and our ambitions to have sex with eachother; public family sex; bisexual sex - whenever and wherever we wanted. With Kate's assistance we managed to book 2 adjacent 3-bed apartments in Cap D'Agde in Southern France for a week, preceded by a week on an isolated farmstead about 40 miles away that was to become a regular haunt for us in subsequent years. It had been recommended to us by Johan & Frieda, the Scandinavian porn film makers our family had been introduced to skiing that New Year. They had used the farm as a back drop to a couple of films, the owners being a couple of actors from the industry who had bought the place a few years back and converted some of the barns to guest houses. Essentially you could say they ran a small, boutique, naked adults-only sex camp. But for a couple of weeks a year it was leased out to Johan & Frieda and their family, and this summer dad booked all 10 of us to join Johan, Frieda and their family for a week. Also coming along would be Marco and Anders, the studs from New Year, and a whole new family: Nico & Emilia, and their brood of 3 boys and a girl - Jean- Luc, 17, Paulo 16, and the twins Carlos and Nicola, 14. And then there were the camp owners, Peter and Michelle, and Peter's brother Clip, who'd known and worked with Johan and Frieda for a number of years. One of the best parts about going down to France had been the anticipation of meeting our new friends. Or rather the thought of having sex with so many new people, particularly boys. You see, Nico & Emilia's family was also sexually active with eachother. Johan & Frieda had made a private documentary film of them as a family, and Jean-Luc had already taken up a role as Stephane's play thing in one of Frieda's bi films. Carlos and Nicola had also had non sexual role cast in a soft porn film, but that had turned into cum- swallowing bi orgy with Anders, Marco, Stephane, Ulrika and another 15 year old nymph called Angela. So we knew they were beautiful and horny. It had long been recognized that as we girls grew up and began to explore male love as well as female love, in our 10 there were 7 girls, so beyond our lust for Dad, Sam and Michael, well, quite simply, we needed more cock, and needed more cum. And given the boys were into cock and cum- swallowing as much as us, that need was more palpable still. So, not long after Frieda had sent us that film with Carlos and Nicola in it, and we all enthused how gorgeous they were, our mum and dad had agreed with Johan and Frieda that perhaps Nico and Emilia's family would be a good one for us to meet. The other thing was Peter and Clip were both hugely hung, and both bi, having appeared in bi and the odd gay film. But they were better known as bi brothers, and had a whole series of films under that title. They'd been doing eachother on film and off film, since they were about 8 or 9 years old. Michelle might have been married to Peter, but she was basically married to them both and whom ever booked into their farm. So that's the setting. This is how it began.. We drove down from England on the Saturday after Sam's exams, us 5 in dad's estate with Mai -Ling joining the others in Helen's car. Michael was on rugby tour in France and they would collect him about an hour away from the farm, whisking him away from the end of tour game to come have riotous sex with us. It was the thought of Michael in a bath or shower room full of naked 18-21 year old men that had fueled many a fantasy of mine, to go in there and make my pussy and mouth available for all their cum, as much as they wanted to deposit in me. My fantasy was full of dad and Michael clones, but I'd known from a day with Michael and Rebecca at dad's university back in March, that his rugby playing colleagues just weren't that handsome, and in fact many were rather crude and lecherous. There had been a few nice hockey players in the bar, but it was one of Rebecca's female hockey team mates that captured my imagination. Rebecca, Michael and I shagged like crazy later that evening sparring images of this girl doing wonderful things to us. It was those thoughts and the prospect of our holiday that got me horny almost from the moment we left home. It wasn't unusual for us to have sex in the car, but with all 5 of us and a few bags - not many, after all, we were going to be naked for 2 weeks - it was quite a challenge to get comfortable. In the past we'd found the best way was for the person in the passenger seat to wind it down, and for the person in the back seat to kneel over their face, and even go forward to 69. If dad was driving he'd always get a blow job, and we'd get mum to recline the passenger seat so she was lying flat, so Susan and I could straddle her and 69 her. We'd set off at a little after 3am in the morning, so these sort of antics on the M2 down to Dover would be all under cover of darkness. There is nothing quite like a morning shag, but this union of ours that morning was something very special to me. When mum first wound down her seat, one could suspect she was just dog tired, in need of sleep. But we, her horny sex crazed children, assumed something quite more in keeping with our relationship and holiday. It was sex time. I leaned forward and rolled mums chair back further such that, unless Sam got his legs out the way, he would be trapped. As Sam scooted up onto the back seat we all looked at eachother with that look that says: " I know what you're thinking, and I'd love to help" I continued winding mums chair back then, with Susan helping me, began to undo the buttons of mum's summer dress. Mum looked up at us with that knowing, luscious, beautiful smile that said "Ahh, my daughters, thank you for making love to me. Let me also make you cum" Mum usually dressed up fully - knickers and a bra - but undoing her summer dress revealed a naked mum, soft, and basically ready. That was going to be a prominent part of our holiday - being ready for sex. Always in the mood to give. Mum was beginning to get real horny. I'd given up wearing knickers once the weather warmed up, so it was only natural for me to lean right over mum, bury my head into her crotch and straddle over her face, presenting mine as a similar feast. And so it began. Its hard for me to describe the pleasure I felt giving myself to my mom and consuming everything about her sex she had to give. The naughtiness, the 'forbidden' pleasure, the aroma, the taste, the sensations, the reactions in me to her tongue.it was just heaven. I was moist and not far off exploding when I felt Sam enter me from behind. Rebecca had taught me to cum so easily from this position that mum was going to be in for a mouthful of cum in a few moments. My pussy was on fire from Sam, my clitoris on fire from mum, and my mind solely focused on kissing, eating, nibbling, licking mum's pussy, that those few seconds before release are just a train crash of sexual emotions you know are about to explode, and, when they do, still becomes overwhelming. Whilst I was cumming I vaguely felt Sam's hands rubbing my back and bum, and mums doing the same. Susan had pulled her hands around dads seat into his crotch and had pulled out his dick. This must have been going on a while because when I came round - my mouth full of pussy, but my head so full of blood I just had to raise it, a quick glance to dad saw his cock standing full up and out above the steering wheel. Now that's a great sight to come round too. I still had a job to do - making mum cum - and I smiled at my dad that smile of: "look, I'd love to suck you and have you cum in my mouth, but mum's just given me one hell of an orgasm, her pussy is sopping wet and gagging for it from my earlier attention, so if you can hold on a minute or so, we'll do you right, ok ? " Dad smiled at me, understanding fully. I ploughed back into mum's pussy and resumed squeezing my muscles around Sam's cock. Mum was sucking on Sam's shaven balls - Mai-Ling had been at him with a razor last night - at this point, so how he held on I don't know, but mum was next to cum. And how she came. Floods. And so sweet. I pulled myself up with Susan saying she wanted to suck dad off whilst on top of mum. "And Sam inside you ?" I asked, like - how could you dare not want it? "We've already agreed that bit" said Susan with a wink. As we exchanged places - not easy given the car layout - dad quietly announced Dover was 20 miles away. Susan would have him in a few hundred yards if she wanted, but I knew she was about to make him 'suffer' for 19.9 miles, and dad knew that exactly - he knew my sister's thirst for him very well. At that time I'd have taken it to 19.95 miles. We all loved him so much. His cock was without attention, so as soon as I got back into Susan's seat I wrapped my arms around his waist and continued the handjob. I leaned forward to nibble his ear and whisper how much I wanted to guide his cum into my younger sister's mouth, a mouth filled with mums second cum of the journey. I whispered a few other things that I'd seen / heard Rebecca whisper, about gushing cum, Susan and I cum kissing, Sam spurting cum into his mouth, and the twins tongues sucking it all back out again before shagging him senseless.. He loved me talking dirty to him, and I loved the way it felt us both feel - me an adult-child, able to say such things and feel horny about them too, and dad - well, dad's cock said it all. As Susan delved into mum's pussy and Sam took her from behind, I concentrated as best I could on dad, as he concentrated as best he could on the road. Despite the time there were quite a few trucks in the road, enable me to make all sorts of allusions: "that's a long one" "there's a big one coming behind you" "two together, dad ?". Susan swapped from mum over to dad for a few miles, which gave mum a better angle to use her tongue back and forth from Susan's clit, along Sams length, and to his balls, juggling them in her mouth. Sam slipped out of Susan for a while and mum deep throated him, his balls resting on her face. Sensitive to her breathing her withdrew but lingered right at the end to let mums tongue savour the precum his cock oozed onto her tongue. It was so erotic. Mum then used her tongue and lips to guide him back into Susan. From cock to pussy, precum to pussy juices, and soon a mouthful of cum to be licked and sucked out of Susan. God I would have loved to have been in her position right then. As Dover approached Mum got straight back into Susan's clit, whilst Susan moved back to mum. Dad carefully let the speedo drop to 50 giving Susan and mum the chance to cum together, but mums attention to Sam's balls brought him to a wonderful climax first. I loved watching my brother cum. Guy's cum with different expressions, faces, contortions. Sam's, and indeed Dad's and Michael's, were mild compared to those we saw on Johan's video. We'd seen about 6 films so far, and in 4 of them it was mild, loving, sensual. But in two others there were all these grunts and groans from the two stars and it really made it false. When our guys came they just let their dicks do the talking. The cum, strength, pulsing; the touch of their hands, the soft and tender passion in their kisses, and more cum, and more kisses, and cum kisses. Masculine grunting just wasn't natural or appropriate as far as I could see. Neither was the "oh god, oh my god" pants of an actress in the same film. Real loving sex wasn't like that as far as we knew, and we liked it our way just fine, I kept my right hand wanking dad as Sam withdrew himself from Susan. As mum sucked his cock dry and then returned her attention to Susan's cum-filled pussy, I just to had watch her tongue and lips diving into my sisters pussy to suck her son's cum. The pleasure this always brought mum was a sure fire way to make her cum, and within half a minute she was thrusting her pussy into Susans's lips. Moments later Susan, exploded too, flooding mum with the last of Sam's cum with Susan's juices to complement. At this point, with my mum and sister out of action, I felt for dad so much. He needed release so badly. I could feel his cock pulsing precum, and swapped hands so I could lick it off my fingers. I pulled Susan back into a sisterly hug, allowing Sam to kiss mum and, with his eyes, motion toward dad. Mum was knackered, so her look back was an "all yours, lover boy". We had less than a mile to go now, so we had to work this out. I was adamant that before we boarded the ferry dad was going to cum. Sam wanted to suck and swallow him, and dad wanted to be sucked and swallowed. I just had to figure out how. As we drove down that big hill into Dover, I suggested a plan. The scramble to change places was less rapid than I had envisaged, with mum, Susan and Sam all rather 'in-the- afterglow' still, but we managed to have mum and Sam switch places by the time we approached the ferry barrier. The slumberdown we'd brought to sleep under was thrown into the front for Sam whilst mum rested on my shoulder (hand in my pussy, contented grin) and Susan rested on her. In all the move I'd tried to keep my focus on dad, but in trying to follow the signs and with all the commotion, he was not as hard as he had been. A glance from Sam back to me as he arranged the slumberdown was enough to let me know he would not disappoint us in resurrecting that hard on. We kids had this bond to make sure mum and dad were richly rewarded with as much sex as we could give them for allowing and embracing us to have sex with them. Whilst we tended always to cum ourselves - it wasn't a necessity but just works out that way when everything about sex is giving not taking Sam was acutely aware dad needed to come, and that I needed dad to cum. I just felt that need to help make him happy. A great bonus was Sam's desire to have dad's cum inside him. I had that desire too. As Sam delved down I gave him those eyes that said: "lets share ?" Sam had been on dad's cock barely 30 seconds when dad reached the ticket barrier. There was no queue at that time of the morning, but lots of lorries and the odd caravan were about. As the guard counted car members he had to accept that my brothers body was indeed my brother, and my dad's smile had nothing to do with the fact that my brother was sucking my dad off under the slumberdown. As the guard reviewed the tickets, we couldn't help ourselves: Me - "Dad, you're not about to disturb Sam are you ?" Mum, with a mock growl - "Honey, are you cumming on holiday or not !" Susan - "Dad, you can shoot forward now" Sam could hear us, and the guard probably could vaguely over the giggling, though at that time of the morning whether he was really paying attention was doubtful. Dad turned around and smiled, and from his eyes we all knew that in about « a second Sam was about to get gush loads of cum. Dad was cumming. It was brilliant. The guard tried to speak to him but dad just had this beaming face looking back to us as he pulsed into Sam. He cheeks got red and his brow sweated. Mum leaned forward to rescue him by kissing him deeply. As an attempt it failed - it just made dad cum harder - but as a way of keeping the security guy of our case it was brilliant. What none of us knew at the time was a row of 8 or 9 cars and lorries had built up behind us. The guard was not amused. Dad didn't have a care in the world. Sam had a mouthful of cum and under the slumberdown was lying still, gulping down. What a great moment. We'd shared in that moment, if not dad's cum. Helen drove the other car down. We'd arrange to meet on the ferry, and catching up with them with tales of the Sam, the guard and dad was hilarious. Once we were back on the road we drove in convoy til somewhere near Toulouse when Helen & co left us to meet up with Michael. I wasn't in their car so at this point I'll let Maria take the story from here. And make sure you read it. The story those nymphs came back with set up the most wonderful first session on the farm: