Would you let me with Mom watching? She couldn't do anything except say stop."
"You have her on a technicality, but you're asking for further restrictions."
"Maybe, but I still want to see how far we can go, don't you?"
"I suppose. Go ahead. Do it your way, Heather, but let's play by the rules as they stand now."
"Okay, but first, look at my pussy. I'll lift the panties. You take a peek, okay?"
"Go ahead, but let's make it a quick peek."
"Okay, get set."
Heather pulled the waist band out and down, exposing her bald mound and the top of her swollen labia with the clit standing tall and glistening between the satin pillows of vaginal flesh. Jack licked his lips and said, "God damn, Heather, that's a gorgeous vagina you have between your sexy legs."
"You really like it. Don't you want to look down the crack, down between my legs?"
"Some other time. You'd better put it away."
Heather reluctantly set the panties back in place over her left hand which had moved into the spread while Jack watched. Heather reached for his dick with her right as she stroked her slit and said, "Oh, God, that feels good. I love the feel of my pussy when I'm super horny like I am now. It's so soft, hot, and slippery. You don't mind if I use that term, do you.
Vagina sounds clinical. I think pussy sounds so sexy."
"I do too, and I love hearing you use dirty words."
"Great, because I love using them when I masturbate. I masturbate a lot, sometimes ten times a day. I think I'm a very horny girl. I'm horny most of the time. I sure like having your hard cock in my hand. If you can't fuck, this is the only way to masturbate-a hard cock in one hand and a wet pussy in the other."
"I'm glad to hear that you're a horny girl.
I think that's healthy. It means everything is working."
"It is. I have a very juicy pussy in case you didn't know. How could you?
You've never seen it before and you didn't see the juicy parts. That's the part I wanted you to see. All you saw was my clit."
"I used to change your diapers. I've seen it all."
"That doesn't count. Baby pussy all looks the same. My pussy is fully developed, now. I think I have a very sexy pussy. I love looking at it, especially now that I shave all the hair off everyday. Do you like shaved pussy? I know Mom shaves hers."
"I prefer a little hair left on the mound.
I think your mother shaves hers to please other men."
Heather debating telling him the truth but thought that might be a bad idea.
Instead of lying, she said nothing.
She pushed her hand further down to fully enter herself and swooned, saying,
"Ummm, that really feels good. Can you tell what I'm doing."
"Yes, but why don't you tell me."
"I'm finger fucking my cunt. Was that dirty enough for you, or do you think that was vulgar?"
"Both, but from your sweet lips, vulgarity is music to my ears."
Heather was now fucking herself hard and fast.
She laid her head against her father's chest and said, "Great! I can do even better. God, I am so fucking horny. I want to get fucked, Daddy. I want you to fuck my horny cunt for me."
"Heather, let's not torture each other. We both want to fuck each other, but we can't until we get absolute privacy, so let's not talk about what we'd like to do to each other. Besides me, who do you want?"
"I don't care who. I just want a big cock in my cunt, fucking my cunt. I want to feel great gobs of hot sperm squirting way deep inside, right into my fucking womb. I'd like to get raped by a big black man. I'd beg him to cum in my pussy even if I knew I was ovulating. I'd promise to be his white whore if he'd just fuck me hard and cum in my pussy."
Heather looked up to see his reaction. Jack smiled and said, "You are a horny little shit, aren't you? You'd spread your sexy legs for the first stiff dick that crosses your path, wouldn't you?"
"Right now, I would. I'm not like this all the time, only when I masturbate.
I'm not a slut if that's what you're thinking. I'm still a virgin, honest. At least no one has ever put a real dick in my pussy. I've used a lot of fake ones though, dildos and stuff. I lost my cherry years ago."
"I understand, sweetheart. I like seeing you like this but I know you're a decent young lady. I guess that's one reason I find you so attractive and sexy.
You're a good, decent, wholesome girl but you have a slut in you that wants out. You have to masturbate ten times a day to keep the slut in her place, and you have to fuck yourself and be vulgar about it to appease the slut. I think it's admirable that you go to those extremes to remain pure. Most girls wouldn't fight it. They'd yield to the slut. I think your mother yielded long before we met."
"Oh, you do understand. It's true. I do have a slut in me, and I have to fuck myself hard with something big.
I fuck my horny cunt a lot. I fuck all kinds of things up my cunt.
Anything that looks dick-like goes up my cunt. Half the time, I have something in my cunt. I go off to school with things up my cunt. You should check my pussy often. I wish you would. I wish you'd just reach under my skirt and feel, you know, put your fingers way inside and feel all around, make me stand still for it even in front of company, and if you find something, I wish you'd spank me for being a bad girl, or strip me naked and hit me with a belt, hard. Whip my bad pussy and make me cry and beg you to stop."
"You'd like that, would you?"
"In fantasy, I love it. Would you like that in reality? Would you like showing me off to your friends, sharing me with your friends, stripping me naked, tying me up, and whipping me?"
"I like the fantasy."
"I love it. I might even like the reality.
I'm sure I would. I'd sure like to find out."
"I'll bet you have a lot of good fantasies, don't you?"
"Hundreds-thousands."
"What is your favorite?"