Some forces of nature have names. Hurricanes get theirs when they’re formed. Wildfires get named for the place where they start. Blizzards get named after the year they hit, or sometimes the holiday. Years later, people talk about ‘The Christmas Blizzard of ’14.’
We named our daughter Mary when she was born, but she didn’t come into her own until she was older. Then she became Tsunami Mary.
A force of nature too powerful to resist.
Now I should be clear up front. We’re a pretty open-minded family. Clothes are optional at our house, though they’re on more often than off. It’s a side effect of winters in eastern Washington State. Who wants to be naked and cold?
As for the summers, well, we’re nude more often. Actually, it’s mostly the girls. My wife doesn’t like the heat and Mary, well Mary would be naked all the time if she could. Her cousin Amy, who lives with us while she attends Washington State (Go Cougars!), tends to follow Mary’s lead when she’s around, or my wife’s when Mary isn’t.
Me? Well, getting constant boners around your daughter and niece is a bad thing, so I stayed clothed. It just made things easier.
And, honestly, it helped a lot that Mary and Amy spent their summers at The Windy Pines, a nudist camp not far from here. That meant it was just my wife here at home, getting naked, and she doesn’t mind my boners.
In fact, sometimes she really loves them.
We have one helluva sex life when the girls are gone, if you know what I mean. Nothing like her seeing me pop an erection, both of us being nude and all, and her deciding right then and there she has to have a taste of it.
God, I love my wife.
But this story’s about Mary, our wild, overwhelming, passionate, crazy, and downright force of nature daughter. And it started on her sixteenth birthday.
We’d planned what I’d thought would be a simple celebration. The Saturday before her birthday, Mary had some school friends over for a sleepover. They stayed up way too late watching movies on the VCR, gossiping, and doing other girl things. I holed up in my bedroom because, frankly, that much estrogen was more than I could bear. Besides, I didn’t want to be “the creepy dad” that some of them joked about (who was another dad, not me, thank God).
So around ten, I was reading under the covers. I’d decided to wear pajamas just in case I needed to get up, instead of sleeping nude as usual. That’s when my wife, Lindy, slipped in, closed the door behind her, and gave me a very naughty smirk.
“You won’t believe what they’re talking about, Rick.” She sauntered to the side of the bed.
“Sex.” Mary’s favorite subject if she could get an audience that didn’t mind.
“Got it in one.” Lindy rolled her eyes. “One of her friends asked what it feels like.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Relax.” Lindy sat on the side of the bed and started taking off her blouse. “Jody ― her friend ― is straight. Nothing’s going to happen.”
“At least with her,” I muttered.
“True,” my wife said. She was topless now, which was definitely distracting me. “But Amy promised her a ‘special present’ if she was good with these girls.”
I rolled my eyes. “Any idea what it is?”
“Guesses. Nothing more.” Lindy stood up and shimmied out of her pants and underwear. She smirked at me and waggled her eyebrows.
“Really?” I said. “With all of them downstairs?”
“They’re not going to come up.” She grabbed the covers and yanked them back, revealing my erection. “Besides, you’re going to have to get rid of that before you can sleep anyway.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
Lindy leered at me and crawled on the bed, like a cougar stalking its prey. When she reached my side, she propped herself on her elbows and grasped my cock in one hand.
“Think you can go for two?” she asked as she slowly stroked me.
“Mouth and pussy?” I knew she loved it when I came in both those places. “I dunno. It’s late. I may not be able to.”
She gave my cock a long lick up the side and kissed the tip before grinning at me. “I’ll help.”
I chuckled. Then I sighed as she began to suck.
Now Lindy gives amazing head. After fifteen years of marriage, she knows just how to bring me to the edge and hold me there. She’ll vary her pressure and her speed and how tight she keeps her lips. She’s a master.
That night, she wanted me to come fast. She attacked my cock like she was starving for semen. In under a minute, she got her wish.
When she sat back and happily smacked her lips, I laughed. Of course, I was feeling pretty damned good, having just filled her mouth with semen, but her smug smile was downright hilarious.
“You’re certainly hot tonight,” I teased.
“Well…,” she admitted, “I eavesdropped a bit.”
“On Mary?”
She nodded. “She was, um, describing what Sam’s cock felt like inside her and, uh… doing a really good job of it.”
I laughed. “So, you wanna feel it inside you?”
“Not Sam’s.” She emphasized her point with a stern look. “Yours.”
“Well…,” I said, “how about I go down on you until I’m hard enough for round two?”
She smirked. “I thought you’d never ask.”
The day of Mary’s actual birthday, she asked her mom if we could have a ‘naked day.’ We’d had them before, when we declared clothes off limits. We didn’t have them often, though, because, well, my erections.
But I was at work when Mary asked, so I didn’t get a vote. Lindy said yes, so I returned home to three very naked, very attractive women.
My niece, Amy, at twenty had all the classic curves of a Playmate. She was on the athletic side, with firm breasts and hips that did not quit. Her dark hair reminded me of Kathleen Turner. Naked, she was a dream.
Now, to be fair, my wife stacked up nicely against her, even at two decades older. True, Lindy’s breasts sagged more, and she had a bit of a paunch, but that twinkle in her eye and the way she tilted her head could get a dead man’s motor running, and that didn’t even take into account her ass.
Mary, much more petite, ran to the slim side, though naked she was clearly all woman. Her breasts and ass made it clear she wasn’t a little girl, despite the lack of pubic hair. That was actually one of my problems. If she was aroused, and she very often was, her engorged labia were impossible for me to not notice. Yeah, bare pussies turn me on, even if it’s my daughter’s, though that arousal comes with a heaping plate of guilt.
So, I walked in the door and Mary was immediately in my face, bouncing up and down on her toes and grinning wildly at me.
“Naked day! It’s a naked day, Dad!”
My wife and Amy came into the room, also completely bare.
“Welcome home!” Lindy grinned at my obvious discomfort. She knew I already had an erection.
“Naked day!” Mary repeated. She gave me a mock glare. “Get ’em off.” She stepped forward and reached for my belt.
“Nah,” I chuckled as I batted her hand away. “Let me go to my room and do it there.” I raised an eyebrow and looked at my wife. “Lindy?”
“Yeah…,” Mary rolled her eyes. “You do that.”
I guess my wife’s blowjobs to get rid of my erections weren’t the secret I thought they were.
The blowjob worked. When I arrived at the dinner table, suitably un-attired, my cock was thankfully soft. Amy and Mary exchanged a smirk, but Lindy started pulling food out of the oven and off the stove and we settled in for a birthday feast.
Dinner conversation mostly revolved around the party the previous weekend. Reading between the lines, it hadn’t been completely innocent, though it hadn’t devolved into an all-girl orgy either. Mary didn’t provide any details, but I got the impression she and at least one girl had slipped off from the others for some hard-core lesbian sex.
We were just about to have cake when the phone rang. Lindy answered it, and after a minute, passed it to Mary.
“It’s Sam,” Lindy said to Mary’s immediate squeal of delight.
To my surprise, Mary only talked to her boyfriend for a minute or two. She said thank you for his birthday wishes and, after a bit more back and forth, said she’d call him back later after we’d had our cake and opened presents. Once she’d hung up, she was eager to dive into the cake (red velvet, if you must know).
After cake, we moved to the living room for presents. I’d let Lindy pick the presents, from us, and Mary was genuinely thrilled with the clothes her mom had picked out, particularly the new bikini. She then bounced in her seat when she unwrapped the CDs she’d been hinting about for months.
“Mine’s in honor of your turning sixteen,” Amy said next. She held up a thin rectangular box in pink paper. “You’re legal now.”
I raised an eyebrow and looked at Lindy, who gave me a knowing nod. Whatever this present was, she approved.
Mary tore off the wrapping and shrieked in delight when she saw the box. Then she was tearing the cardboard before holding up a vibrator. A long, thick, vibrator.
Okay, it probably wasn’t more than six inches long or an inch in diameter, but at that moment, it looked huge to me. My little girl was holding her first sex toy, something that made me profoundly ambivalent.
“We’ve got to use this!” Mary squealed to Amy. “You’ve got to use this on me.”
“We can do that,” Amy demurred.
Mary bounced to her feet and extended a hand to help Amy stand. I chuckled. My daughter did not want to wait.
“Don’t you have to call Sam back?” Lindy asked.
“Oh. Yeah. Right. I’ll keep it quick.” Mary gave Amy a smoldering look. “Meet you in the bedroom?” Then she scampered to the kitchen and the phone on the wall.
Amy grinned, looked at us, and rolled her eyes. “She’s insatiable.”
“And unstoppable,” I agreed.
After a few minutes, Mary appeared in the entry way from the kitchen waving her toy. “Let’s go, Amy!”
Amy chuckled and stood. “Good night,” she said before the two of them headed down the hall to Mary’s bedroom.
“That was interesting,” I said to Lindy once they’d left.
That was a preview of Tsunami Mary. To read the rest purchase the book.
