Things got much more interesting that summer I turned 11-years-old and traveled to see my father in Elgin, Pennsylvania. I knew I'd be spending more time in his bed (and on his floor) than mine. But we also knew we needed to maintain the illusion we were a normal father and daughter.
Even the groaning sex noises I made when my dad fucked me had to be kept to a minimum.
And I had to wear at least my panties and my new training bra if I was in his room when housekeeping walked in. I'd act like I was his dumb kid innocently watching TV who didn't realize the sexual implications of an 11-year-old girl in her skimpy underwear in a motel room with her handsome dad.
By then, though, I was mainly my own father's little whore and we loved every sick minute of it.
My budding breasts were (finally!) two firm little handfuls, my rubbery pink nipples as big as quarters and the pointy tips almost as sensitive as my cunt. I absolutely loved having them sucked on.
As for my crotch, my beginning pubic hair was very fine, the whole of it merely a wisp of soft, tiny curls at the top of my deep slit. By deep, I mean, I could easily take my dad's entire cock into me.
With all that said, however, it was still my overly sensitive clitoris that demanded my full attention. My cunt's slick outer lips were naturally pouted-open to expose the fleshy hood over my little clit, my clit itself protruding out even farther (often until it was entirely exposed!) during certain excitable moments.
Excitable moments, I should mention, that occurred so often as to keep me in a near-constant state of sexual arousal. In other words, even at that young age, I was always wet and seriously wanting it. Sex.
And although my entire cunt (and my rubbery nipples and little asshole) all reacted instantly to any attention whatsoever, my clitoris was the true center of eager response for any lewd thoughts or physical sensations I had.
At that immature age of 11-years-old, in fact, I reasoned it was the protruding nature of my clit (causing it to be squeezed by even my smallest normal movements) that kept me so sexually aroused and unable to say 'No' to any opportunity for immediate sexual relief.
Consequently, it was not any lack of self-control on my part, but rather my abnormally sensitive and protruding clitoris that made me such a huge preteen slut!
True or not, it was what I believed. In any case, it was the huge preteen slut within me that eagerly looked forward to spending time with my father that weekend when he called me at home about it.
“What'll we do there?” I'd asked my dad on the phone. “In Elgin?”
“I've got some new friends who want to meet you.”
As always, I looked around, making sure my mother couldn't hear my side of the conversation. I knew it was going to be indecent.
“Sex friends?” I asked.
“You'll have to wait and see.”
This was more of his helping me learn that patience thing, I guess.
“Okay, Daddy,” I agreed. “But the first night I get there, how many times will you fuck me?”
No surprise, I'm sure, but that was basically the nature of the call, both of us loving dirty talk. These calls always ended, like I mentioned, with my dad and I breathing fast and masturbating at each end. Or until my mother or stepfather would yell out for me to stop tying up the goddamn phone.
My flight arrived on a Friday night. This was to be merely a weekend instead of an entire week, due to my dad's schedule.
On the long drive up from the Allentown airport, he'd stopped the rental car at an adult bookstore. While I waited outside hunched down in the front seat, he bought five XXX DVD's, two vibrators, batteries and a big tube of peach-flavored lubrication. Lately, I'd been using flavored lube to jack him off.
It was fun and it tasted good.
As we drove, I looked through his purchases and broke open the packaging.
I put the batteries into the vibrators (a big dick-shaped one and a smaller 'silver bullet'), then hid the adult videos, lubrication and vibrators in my luggage so we wouldn't be embarrassed when he checked me in.
I was in tiny jean shorts with the little turned-up cuffs around my slim bare thighs, a tee-shirt and tennis shoes. Weirdly, I remember I was wearing a white cloth sailor hat I'd gotten from somewhere, at a cute angle. I guess I was trying to be adorable.
“Daddy, do you want me to do anything for you?”
The answer was always 'yes' but I always asked to be polite. His quick smile told me all I needed to know.
“You look so adorable,” he said. “In that cute little hat.”
As soon as I undid my seatbelt, I leaned over. My slim fingers easily unzipped his pants, found his hardened cock and worked it out of his open fly. It stood straight up in my slender hand, thick and rigid, throbbing within my grip. I suddenly found myself shaky with anticipation.
After two years of incest sex games with him, I still loved making my own father come. It still excited me tremendously.
Sometimes, when he ejaculated, just the sight of it squirting out of his big dick all over the place aroused me so much, I'd come spontaneously. I really would. My pussy would be sopping wet, a virtual slip amp; slide in my underwear, with my nipples about ready to burst.
“Should I use the peach lubrication?” I asked.
“No, it's too messy in the car.”
“It'll make a mess anyway,” I pointed out. “When you come.”
He gave me a little look.
“Not if it's in your mouth.”
I smiled to myself, my slender hand squeezing his pulsing cock and already jerking up and down quickly. This was about the millionth time I'd had sex in a car with my dad, mostly jacking him off or sucking him, but we'd done lots of actual fucking, too.
He'd sometimes pull over into the dark with an urgent groan to me, just before he started to come. I'd slide over onto his lap (bare-assed, of course), his throbbing cock immediately slipping up into my wet cunt for a couple of quick thrusts only moments before he ejaculated.
“Damn, Courtney, your tight little pussy makes me come so fast!”
That was fun and I always tried to surprise him, sometimes facing front, sometimes facing back-either way, it always wetly slid into me right to the hilt, even if it mistakenly ended up in my slippery little butthole!
Of course, after a 'quickie' like that, he'd always have to make me come, too.
“My turn, Daddy, my turn!”
It was only fair.
“Talk dirty to me while you're jerking me off,” he asked on the drive to Elgin, getting comfortable. He put on the cruise control. “Tell me all the dirty stuff you've done lately, you dirty little slut.”
I laughed at that.
“Okay,” I agreed. But then, thinking it over, “I don't know if I should actually tell you this-”
“Tell me, or I'll pull over and spank your bare little ass,” he threatened with a sideways smile. Then, “God, your warm hand always feels so good on my dick! I'm getting too close, though, so do it slower.”
I thought it over, then decided it would excite him more than it might make him mad, even though the particular subject matter I was about to divulge was sometimes a touchy area with him.
“I let Ray fuck me again, a bunch of times,” I finally said, and felt my dad's cock stiffen even more in my hand. “When Mom wasn't around.”
Stories about my young sex life always turned him on, even if they sometimes caused him concern.
Ray Montera was my stepfather, a few years older than my dad, ruggedly handsome and gray-haired. A month earlier I'd talked him into signing for birth control pills for me at the health clinic downtown, lying about my age, of course, without my mother's knowledge.
I told my dad:
“Ray stood me up against the end of our entertainment center in the living room and fucked me really hard, from behind, until we both came.”
“Jesus.”
“He also fucked me twice on the basement couch, and once in the garage in the back of Mom's van. And he gave me fifty dollars. I'm like a real-life whore, in the 5th grade!”
“My God…”
“He always sticks his finger up my asshole, too,” I admitted. “Then he makes me smell it.”
“He's such an idiot!”
I'd been sexually involved with my stepfather Ray for two months. He thought he'd seduced his little preteen stepdaughter one sweaty afternoon, and I let him believe it. Of course, he knew nothing about my entirely perverted sex life with my real dad since I was 9-years-old.
Clearly, my mom would kill both Ray and my dad if she knew they were screwing her little girl. And then she'd probably kill me.
“Ray's cock isn't as big around as yours,” I let my dad know. “But he comes a gallon. And when he comes in my mouth, I try to swallow it all, but it gets in my hair and runs down my chin, just like with you. Last time, it got all over my top and shorts and we had to throw them in the washer real fast.”
“I know you love cum.”
“I always lick his cum off my fingers, after,” I added. “He likes seeing that.”
“No wonder I love you,” he admitted. “But I wish you'd stay away from that jerk.”
I smiled at my dad.
“Ray's okay,” I said. “And it's fun sneaking around and doing dirty stuff with him. Like fucking.”
My dad merely shook his head.
Throughout, I kept masturbating him, first with one hand and then the other, just for variety. And to build the intensity, I repeatedly changed the grip of my slim fingers on his thick cock. I kept varying my speed as well.
I wanted my father to really enjoy the dirty thing I was doing to him.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Show me your sweet little tits,” he swallowed hard.
“Okay.”
With my free hand, I pushed up my tee-shirt and unhooked the front of my skimpy bra, then pushed it out of the way so my dad could get to my little-girl boobs and my nipples.
In truth, the dirty excitement of jacking off my own father, then knowing I was going to lick and suck the head of his cock while he ejaculated a river of cum into my mouth, always made my boobs get real firm and my taut little nipples stick right out.
He reached over and gave one of my small bare tits a warm squeeze. “God, they get bigger every time I see you.”
“They're still so little.”
“They're perfect,” he insisted.
His fingers found one of my rubbery pink nipples. He pulled at it gently, rolling it between his fingertips. It hardened even more at his touch.
I shivered at the sensation.
“My pussy's really wet. My panties, too. They're soaked.”
“Show me.”
I released his rigid cock and quickly undid the front of my jean shorts. I raised up slightly, then pushed my shorts and damp white cotton panties down to my knees and then down around my ankles.
When I spread my legs apart, I felt my slick pink pussy spread open wetly. The sharp odor of my moist excitement was suddenly in the air. Even my bare inner thighs were already damp.
“God, Daddy, I'm really wet,” I said. “Being with you gets me so excited!”
A moment later, my dad reached over and slipped a finger into my slit, which made me shiver with a little gasp, and then he began slowly exploring my slippery cunt inside. A few long moments after that, driving with his left hand, he starting fingerfucking me with his right, using two fingers, but without touching my clit yet.
He loved to tease me along until I was ready to literally explode.
“You have such a sweet little all-American girl cunt!” he said, as he often did. “I love sticking my face in it…”
“You're making it feel really good,” I just about moaned. “Nobody makes me come harder than you, Daddy.”
And I went back to jacking him off, my hand moving faster than it had before. I was already getting real shaky and I badly wanted to feel his cock jerk in my hand, feel it throbbing as his cum rushed out. And I also wanted to taste every bit of it as I swallowed every drop.
He always said I was getting a protein shake.
“Daddy, can I make you come now?”
“Sure, if you'll put it in your mouth.”
And so with the shaft of my dad's rigid cock throbbing wildly in my hand, and the swollen head nearly bursting with the exquisite pleasure I provided, I leaned down and sucked him wetly.
“You're making me come-” my dad said suddenly. “Jack me off faster!”
My small hand almost a blur, I sucked the head of his cock until he climaxed with tremendous relief, hot jets of his semen filling my mouth with silky warmth as I swallowed several times to get it all.
“Damn!!” he moaned. “You're still the sweetest daughter in the world!”
“I sure am,” I laughed.
I sat back up and smiled at him in the dim light provided by the dash, the residue of his sticky cum wet and shiny on my lips. Then I noticed a long, thin strand of it hanging at the side of my mouth and off my chin, but caught it with my finger and held it out for my dad to see.
While he watched, I used my tongue to catch it, then licked it off my lips (and off my chin, as best I could) with a dirty little smile.
“Now you've got to make me come,” I told him.
And I settled back with my legs still spread wide open. When he again started masturbating me with two fingers probing deeply, I found my pulsating, fully-distended clit with my own fingers. And then, suddenly unwilling to wait any longer for my own orgasm, I said:
“Here, Daddy, I'll even help-”