Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 16:32:49 +0100
From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in the family - Chapter 17

WARNING:  The following true story - only the names of the participants have
been changed - contains descriptions of gay and bisexual/incestuous activity
between adult relatives and others, activities which may be illegal in some
jurisdictions or cause offence against some religious beliefs.  Please do
not read any further if you are likely to be offended by its content or if
it might be illegal in your country!  By the way, the story is written with
the full knowledge and approval of all the living persons having significant
mention therein.

* * * *

We finished our leisurely breakfast at which we discussed how we should
spend our last full day in the beautiful English Lake District, how and when
we were going to tell our three sets of parents about the grandchildren they
should expect next February and we firmly resolved the no-one else should
ever know that I was the father of Alison's baby.  We quickly collected a
few bits and pieces from our rooms and set off on the last expedition of our
break.

The weather remained kind on our last full day.  We walked to the top of the
nearest ridge where there was an astounding view of the valley below, with
several small villages nestling around the river.  We headed down towards
the nearest, looking forward to a few drinks and a pub lunch.  It was
increasingly difficult to find 'proper pub food' except in backwaters like
these, where local specialities and traditional favourites were almost
invariably and lovingly prepared by the landlord's wife.

We lingered a good two hours over lunch, totally relaxed in the sunshine at
a table on the pub lawn, alongside a little river.  The conversation ranged
around work, politics, our relaxing break which was now coming to an end and
a thousand and one other topics.  We were utterly relaxed!

Rob and I paid the bill, Alison and Sarah went off to the 'Ladies' and after
the usual eternity that women take over these things, came back smiling and
giggling.  "What's up?"  Rob asked.

"Nothing", Alison replied, "at least not yet!"

The sun was on our backs as we climbed the hillside and it wasn't long
before Rob and I took off our shirts.  The girls complained that it was
unfair they couldn't do likewise.  "Why not?" I asked.  Without comment
Sarah immediately removed hers, revealing a very skimpy and fetching bra I
hadn't seen before.

"We didn't meet anyone this morning, there probably isn't anyone else within
a mile now," Alison said as she did likewise, adding "Rob isn't wearing any
pants under his shorts, anyway."

"Neither is Nick!" Sarah added.

We walked on for a while before Rob said "I have to take a leak."

"Me, too, the beer talks", I said as we turned aside, and flopped out our
limp Willies, engorged as they were by their freedom and the need to pee.
The girls modestly strode on.  "What's on tonight, Rob?"

"I think that is what the girls were giggling about when they came out of
the pub.  They seem to have something planned."

"I could plan something now," I said as I shook the last drops of piss from
my cock and put it away.

Rob laughed, "Why don't we?" he said as he did likewise, "Willie is
willing!"

We caught up with the girls and put our arms around the waists of our
respective wives.  "How about a little rest?" I asked Sarah.

"That's not what you've got in mind!"

Rob said "We could sit on that tump over there for a while and admire the
view", using the Herefordshire dialect word for a small mound, and headed
towards it, his arm still round Alison.  We went that way too and the four
of us sat for a few minutes in the dappled shade of two small trees,
relaxing and admiring the view across the valley.

My hand moved up inside the leg of Sarah's shorts.  I reached the neatly
trimmed bush surrounding her already softened lips.  "Who else isn't wearing
knickers then?" I whispered.  She held me tightly and gave me a very hard,
long and wet kiss.  As we twisted towards each other, I felt my dick
hardening and pushing down the leg of my shorts until it must have been
showing.  One of her hands moved to my waist, I felt my shorts being
unfastened and the hand fumbling inside them.

"Ready, willing and able" she said, standing up and dropping her own shorts
to the ground and stepping out of them.  I quickly did the same, unfastened
her bra, dropped it to the ground, put my hands to her waist and pulled her
towards me, leaning on one of the trees as I did so.  She knew what was
coming, I slipped my hands to her thighs, lifted her legs around my waist
and slipped my now rampant prick up to its hilt into her dripping slit.
With my shoulders pressed back to the tree, I was able to thrust with my
hips, time after time pushing my prick hard into her dripping slit.  Like
never before, she soon began to rhythmically tighten and relax the muscles
in her cunt, gripping and releasing my member as she did so.

I glanced towards Rob and Alison, who were coupled in oblivion only a few
yards away.  Alison was naked on her hands and knees, legs apart.  Rob was
kneeling between her legs, thrusting rapidly in the doggy position until
with near-simultaneous groans of pleasure they suddenly collapsed into a
post coital heap, their bodies entwined.

I felt my balls begin to tighten and then in a great gush they unloaded
their spunk deep within her as we too collapsed in a heap on the soft grassy
mound.  All four of us lay there for several minutes, speechless and
completely naked, in total relaxation, looking up at the white contrails of
aircraft criss-crossing the clear blue sky.

Suddenly we heard voices and four totally naked lovers scrambled to get
dressed.  Bras were quickly stuffed into pockets and with no knickers to
worry about, shirts and shorts were quickly donned, not a moment too soon as
a middle-aged couple and three teenage children hove into view.  The teenage
boys certainly noticed that Sarah's shirt was buttoned askew and that her
boobs were enjoying their freedom within it and the girl looked somewhat
quizzically at the damp patch on the crotch of Rob's shorts!

After our close escape, Rob and I took the opportunity for another piss
among a small group of bushes near to the top of the hill.  I always find
that there is something very natural about peeing in the open air.  Sarah
and Alison also seized the opportunity; doubtless the juices were beginning
to dribble and seeing them squatting together, relieving themselves cause
Willy to twitch again!  We carried on to the top of the ridge and soon saw
our hotel on the lakeside below and in a matter of fifteen minutes or so we
arrived back.

After having a quick clean-up and taking tea on the terrace, we all decided
on a last visit to the spa.  Little and Large were just getting out of the
pool as the four of us started our swim.  After about fifteen minutes the
girls went for the Jacuzzi whilst Rob and I went to the men's sauna.  We
stripped naked and went in.  Grenville and Oliver were already there.  We
engaged them in small talk for a while then during a pause I said "I thought
I saw you two going off in an ambulance this morning, any problems?"

"Not really," Grenville replied.

"Speak for yourself," Oliver retorted, "you didn't have that endoscope up
your ass.  Neither will you be getting your fucking great prick up there
again for a while.  It'll be the same when I have the stitches out!"

"OK, OK, but it was embarrassing for me as well, especially when that woman
casualty officer wanted to examine my cock, then when I took it out, she
said she wanted to see it erect.  Then I couldn't get it up."

"She believed me that it was eleven inches long though!" Oliver added, "She
had seen the damage you did to my ass!"

"Is it really eleven inches?" Rob asked.

"Yes," Oliver said, "I'll prove it to you."  Grenville didn't seem entirely
comfortable with the idea, but all the same he allowed Oliver to start
massaging his generous member.  As it began to come to life, both Rob and I
were a bit embarrassed as our own cocks started their own involuntary
response.  Grenville was soon fully erect, the head of his dick being well
above his belly button.  Not having a tape measure to hand, Oliver suggested
we should measure it in 'hands' - a measure commonly used for the height of
horses, but not the length of dicks!

As Rob and I both grasped its considerable circumference, I fancied I saw a
drop or two of precum emerge from the slit in it its enormous head.  While
our own pricks were both nearing their full seven inches, Oliver's midget
was still nestling flaccid in the recess between his ample balls, almost
hidden in his generous bush of pubic hair.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I said "What's it take to get yours up then,
Oliver?"  Without a word, Grenville took it in his mouth and quickly
transformed it into a small, but perfectly formed, copy of the other three
rampant penises.

"Cold shower time, I think," Grenville said.  Oliver peeped round the door
to make sure there was nobody else in the changing room.  There wasn't, Rob
and I, our organs thankfully beginning to wilt, followed the gay cop and his
partner to the communal showers.  Grenville started wanking his massive
organ while Oliver played with his midget.  Rob grabbed it and tweaked it
playfully a few times but gave up when his own began to respond.

The huge head of Grenville's truly massive, rock-hard tool was now deep
purple.  Rob said "I thought cops had a special pocket in their trousers for
their truncheons."  Grenville had obviously heard that one before.

"This is the one I use to deal with miscreants when I am not in uniform," he
said, looking at Oliver.

"Sometimes too vigorously", Oliver responded with a doleful look.

"Look out!"  Grenville said as he shot his load towards me, the first spurt
luckily missing my face and going over my shoulder, followed by several
more, a couple of which hit me, before Oliver sucked the last few drops from
Grenville's softening dick.

A moment later, the door opened and two other men about our age came in.
Rob and I, our cocks now soft, stepped in front of Grenville who quickly
turned towards the wall.  The two newcomers greeted us as they passed, one
certainly glancing at the three exposed cocks.

Oliver, Rob and I stepped out of the shower and began to dry ourselves,
Oliver somewhat shyly.  Grenville followed when he had managed to regain his
composure.  The men stripped off, making no attempt at privacy.  One had a
shortish thick cock, the other was longer and thinner.  They had obviously
noticed Grenville's accoutrements because one looked towards him and said "I
see that cocks come in all shapes and sizes!"

"None of us got trimmed, though," I said, noticing that the two newcomers
still had their foreskins, then adding, "but so long they work that's all
that matters!"

"My wife doesn't complain.  By the way I am Dave, this is John."

"Mine neither," John said reaching across to shake hands.  I don't think I
had ever shaken hands with a naked man before.  Grenville could not resist
the temptation to shake John's dick as well, causing Dave to back off a
little.  After we had all been introduced, still naked apart from the towel
around Oliver's waist, John said "We've just arrived with our wives, have
you been here long?"

"Rob and I have been here over the weekend, with our wives" I said, "we're
going home tomorrow."

"That's a pity, we could have got together," Dave said, looking at John.
"We like a bit of variety on holiday."

"Oliver and Grenville will be here for another couple of days," Rob said,
"they are pretty easy going, even if Oliver is a bit shy."

"Never mind the towel, I saw your little dickie as I came in, size isn't
everything", John said, glancing again at Grenville's dangling monster.
Oliver blushed visibly and dropped the towel, revealing his now flaccid
prick.  "I guess we four are about average, though."
John and Dave pulled on their Speedos, a tad on the small side, with the
outline of their pricks clearly showing.  We got dressed and as we left they
were swimming lengths with two women.

Sarah and Alison were already back in the suite, showered and getting
dressed for dinner when Rob and I got back.  "Where on earth have you been?"
Alison asked.

"Just chatting with Little and Large and two other blokes," Rob replied.

"What was their problem this morning, the ambulance, I mean?"

"Large had done Little an injury", Rob replied.

"Really?" Sarah said, "Is it that big?"

Alison was a bit slow to cotton on, Rob sniggered, I looked at Sarah.
"Well, we've just seen it in all its glory, have you got a ruler, Rob?"
"No, but how about a sheet of A4 paper?"

Rob measured his hand span against a tourist brochure, "I reckon it is a
good eleven inches, nearly the length of this paper."  He made a 'C' shape
with his thumb and forefinger, then folded the paper lengthways in four
equal parts.  "That's a bit over two inches, it was easily that diameter,"
he said, making the 'C' shape again.

"You held it?" Alison exclaimed.

"He wanted us to measure it; that was the only way we had in the sauna."

"I don't think I could take that", Sarah said.

"Me, neither", Alison agreed, "you two are big enough!"

"But I'd like to see it", Sarah admitted.

"Oliver's is about three inches", I said, "and that's on a good day!"

"Three inches is hardly worth the bother!" Alison said.

"Now, now, it's not what you've got, it's how you use it", Rob said.

"Well, you two seem to manage pretty well with your seven-inchers!"

With that, Rob and I got dressed ready for dinner and a few minutes later we
all went to the bar for a pre-prandial drink.  Dave and John soon joined us
with their wives, Doreen and Sally.  Just as the restaurant doors opened
Oliver and Grenville came too.

We were seated at nearby tables, close enough to exchange the odd remark but
far enough apart to hold our own conversations.  As usual, the meal was
excellent, with impeccable service from the efficient and discreet but not
obsequious staff.  Well sated, after a leisurely meal we retired to the bar
for a nightcap.  Grenville and Oliver followed shortly after and we invited
them to join us for a farewell drink.  Dave, John and their wives completed
the group a little later.

After half an hour or so, all the ladies went to 'powder their noses' and
were gone for quite some time.  When they came back, there were some curious
looks towards Grenville and, perhaps to a lesser extent, towards Oliver but
the wide-ranging conversation soon carried on.  Two or three drinks later,
Grenville went to the toilet, followed a minute or so later by the ladies.
Oliver looked a little perplexed and grew increasingly uncomfortable as time
went on; eventually he left too.  Almost immediately, Grenville returned
alone, looking somewhat flustered but insisting that there was no problem.
After a few more minutes the four ladies returned, looking very pleased with
themselves, again insisting there was nothing wrong.

Oliver returned soon afterwards, seemingly in high spirits.  He immediately
ordered Glayva Whisky liqueurs all round, despite our protestations at
having already had too much alcohol.  There was a great deal of sniggering
between the ladies, with furtive glances towards Grenville and Oliver.  We
four husbands felt a bit left out of whatever was going on, but eventually
conceded defeat in our efforts to find out.

Even in bed, Sarah refused to tell me what had happened.  Frustrated by my
failed efforts to find out, I turned my back to her and feigned sleep.  It
wasn't long before felt a hand slipping between my legs, fondling my balls,
stirring Willie into action and giving lie to my sleepiness.  Our naked
bodies were soon intertwined, as one, and joined as nature intended.

Perhaps half an hour later, when we had cleaned each other up, Sarah
answered my question only by saying "You'll find out in the morning."  With
that we fell asleep in each other's arms only to wake when Rob and Alison
came into the room at 7.30 next morning.