While Amy masturbated me, I filled her in on exactly what had happened between my dad and me, every dirty detail: it was five weeks earlier the first time anything sexual happened. By that I mean, I actually jacked him off up at Clear Lake while we watched sex videos likeTaboo, Taboo IIandGangbang Daughter, all of them-not too surprisingly-about incest.
“My God, Daddy!” I'd laughed. “You…ejaculatedso much!”
“My own daughter masturbated me!” he said. “What'd you expect!?”
Tall and well-built, with blond hair and chiseled movie-star features that drove all my girlfriends wild, my dad's breathing slowly returned to normal. In a tight black tee-shirt, his jeans were down around his ankles, where we'd pushed them. He'd neglected, as always, to wear undershorts.
“What a mess!” he added.
It was a Saturday night and we were sprawled on the large, oval loop rug in front of his television. I was lying beside him with my short robe open, naked underneath, up on one elbow, still holding onto his cock. He'd let loose with the biggest load I'd ever seen, almost a fountain of hot cum spurting many times as I jerked my slim hand up and down. My fingers finally just slipped up and down in the excess.
He was right: Itwasa mess and it drove me wild!
“I'll lick it up,” I offered. And then, admitting, “I want to.”
“Really, sweetie…?”
“I'm sort of a cum-freak, Daddy-Iwantto lick it up.”
“Kimmie, are you sure…?”
I shrugged.
“I'll bet there's a lot of dirty stuff about me that'll…surprise you.” I shrugged again. “Or disappoint you. Sorry, Daddy.”
He was already shaking his head.
“Sweetie, don't be sorry,” he said with a big smile. “My God, I love it!”
“Next time you canejaculateright in my mouth…”
I'd always loved that word.
Anyway, as I already mentioned, handing out blow jobs as I'd been recently doing, sometimes to guys I'd barely met (and sometimes to two or three guys at the same time), I always wanted them to shoot off in my mouth. Weirdly, I loved the feel of a stiff cock in my mouth, sucking it, licking it, and then the sensation as it jerked and throbbed while filling my mouth with cum, even the warmth of that cum sliding down my throat as I swallowed.
I knew the sex movies I watched on the Internet always had girls claiming (fake, fake!) they loved the taste of a guy's cum, but I really did enjoy the whole bit.
“I want to swallow all your cum,” I added.
“Jesus, Kim-youarethe best daughter in the world!”
“I'm probably thesluttiest11-year-old daughter, at least…”
And, at that, I gave him a sexy, dirty smile filled with wanton promise. “And we're just getting started,” I pointed out. “I know a lot of great dirty stuff!”
A moment later I was licking his semen-smeared cock, all around it, in fact, his balls and inner thighs, everything, even licking it off my fingers. Sick, I guess, but like I mentioned before, true. Also, I knew the dirty-slutty-5^th -grade-daughter thing really got to him, so I played it up all the way.
With cum, I figured the more excited a guy got, the more shot out of his dick. It was a measurement of how hot I was. And I wanted the guys who were doing me, the guys I sucked off, even the guys pulling out of me at the last moment, to shoot off like a semen volcano.
In fact, getting an entire mouthful of cum seemed a real accomplishment to me, especially when it was too much to swallow and it got in my hair and ran down my chin and went every other place!
Luckily, I was skinny enough to never think about calories.
Anyway, it was right about then (post-orgasm, I mean) that my father explained the seriousness of what we'd actually just done, and the trouble we could get in. Big trouble, he stressed.
“So, sweetie, let's not tell anyone about this,” he wisely said. “Besides, your mother would kill me!”
No kidding.
Even though my mom looked exactly like an older version of me, blond and slender and pretty, we were nothing alike. Like Amy's mom (my Aunt Heather next door), she had no sense of humor. As I mentioned before, this was true particularly when it came to S-E-X, a completely off-limits subject at both our houses.
And if either of them had any idea about Amy and me messing around, or Amy and her brother, Paul, or that I'd already been de-virginized and had sex with many, many boys, both moms would have gone instantly berserk. I'm certain they'd both maim one or all of us in the process.
They were both in their late-20's, but acted like they were about a hundred!
So, even a hint about my dad and me half-naked on the rug at Clear Lake, his spurting cock first in my hand and then in my hot little mouth, would stop my mother's cold-cold heart. And me eagerly licking up all his cum would be the frosting on the cake, so to speak, if cum-frosting was your thing.
Which, apparently, perverted or not, mine was.
“You're right,” I said. “Mom would kill you. And me too.”
On the two hour drive up to Clear Lake earlier that Saturday afternoon (and little realizingwherethe conversation would lead that very night), I'd finally learned the reason my dad left my overly straight-laced mom years earlier: he was interested in nudist clubs and swingers' parties and she was not intothat, no way in hell, hit the road, Jack. Literally.
And, he admitted, he was still active in that so-called lifestyle.
“You watch other people have sex?” I'd asked, dying to know. “At big naked swinger parties?”
Good God!
“Not just watch,” he told me.
I had to think that one over, suddenly picturing my handsome dad at a party full of naked men and women, joining in with a big hard-on. The thought gave me a little shiver of lewd excitement.
My own father, a swinger!
Actually, except for Amy and all my girlfriends being infatuated with his striking good looks, I always thought my dad was totally boring. Like my mom!
“God, Daddy, that sounds likesomuch fun!” I laughed. “Can I go watch?”
I could tell I'd surprised him, asking so openly, because he half-nodded to himself, his usual way of stalling for time before answering. His hands tightened slightly on the wheel and we drove along in silence for several moments while he apparently thought it over.
“Newcomers usuallydojust watch,” he finally told me. “But they also start out by masturbating, too, to be part of the sex.”
I laughed.
“I can do that,” I said. “I want to go!”
So that got the old sex ball-meaning an explicit conversation between my dad and me-rolling on the rest of the drive up.
“Do you think youcouldmasturbate,” he asked, smiling, “with other people watching?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Do any other fathers take their daughters?”
He sort of nodded to himself again, uncertain, I realized, about exactly how much to tell me. Then he said, “The name of the group isTheFamily Fun Cluband that's exactly what it means: family swingers having fun, fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, sisters and brothers. It gets pretty mixed up sometimes.”
I was already just about in shock, but this latest almost knocked me out!
“Seriously?” I asked. “I've never even heard of such a thing!” I took a steadying breath, realizing my heart was definitely beating faster. “Daddy, are you just making this up?”
He shook his head with a laugh. Then:
“Do you know Noelle Henderson?”
My God.
“Noelle's one of the top cheerleaders at St. Katherine's!” I said.
She was, in fact, a gorgeous cheerleader, a 14-year-old natural beauty three grades ahead of me, and probably the most popular girl at St. Katherine's. A tanned, long-legged brunet with perfect, up-tilted boobs and a rounded ass to kill for, she seemed the last girl I could imagine being involved in something as sordid as the swinger life.
“Daddy, what are you saying?”
“Her parents are both swingers,” he told me. “Jim and Suzanne. For years. And they've started bringing Noelle to some of the sex parties.”
“I don't believe you,” I shook my head. “She's like a regular goody-goody.”
He gave me a look.
“Two weeks ago, at a motel out on the old highway, she fucked and sucked over a dozen guys, her dad one of them, while her mom made a video of it.”
“You're kidding!” I breathed, but somehow his story, however insane, had the ring of truth to it. “That's unbelievable.”
Then I realized: “You make videos?” I asked.
“Once in awhile,” he said. “If everybody agrees to it. And when she wasn't using the video camera, Noelle's mom licked her daughter's sweet-tasting pussy every chance she got!”
It was almost too much.
“Oh, God!” I had another realization. “Didyoufuck Noelle, too?”
He gave me a modest little shrug. Then a quick nod.
“She has a great pussy,” he said. “And really tight-it was like a hot, slippery hand grabbing at my dick. She also makes amazing noises when she comes, just like her mother!”
Picturing that almost took me over the edge. My God!!!
“You've screwed them both?”
“More than once,” my dad admitted. “Her mom's been getting fucked regularly by the entire club, almost every weekend.”
“Ireallywant to go to a party like that,” I told him. “With you.”
And, exactly the way my 9-year-old cousin Amy sometimes got so sexually excited she would tremble uncontrollably, hyperventilating, actually, almost unable to even catch her breath, I was suddenly panting and shaky all over.
My God, what had I been missing all this time, with girls like Noelle having all the dirty fun? Withmydad, yet?!
“Kimberly, do you like sex movies?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said. “I look at sex clips on the Internet all the time, when mom's not home or after she's asleep.”
“Like what kind of sex clips?”
“Screwing,” I said. “The usual, people screwing, fucking, like that.”
I wasn't sure I wanted to admit just yet that I particularly liked the ones where older men and younger girls did it, usually several men and a single super-horny teen girl who got fucked until she could barely walk.
“Anything else?” he asked. “What about girls being with other girls? Do you like that?”
“Sure,” I said. “That's fun, too. I like looking at all sex movies.”
“Do you masturbate watching them?” he asked me, giving me a knowing look. “Very often, I mean?”
“Every time, Daddy,” I admitted. “And I'm not a virgin-I've been doing stuff with boys, you know.”
That got another quick sideways look from him.
“But you're only in the 5^th grade!” he said, as if I'd never heardthatbefore. “What kind of stuff?”
“You know,” I shrugged with my best little-girl look. “Dirty stuff.”
He nodded thoughtfully at that.
“Like what dirty stuff?” he wanted to know. It was obvious the thought of his own sweet daughter doingdirty stuffhad seriously gotten his attention. “Letting boys screw you, you mean?”
I nodded.
“I really like it.”
“So, how many times have you let boys…screw you?”
It was time for another of my little-girl shrugs.
“I don't know. A few.” I gave him a nervous little laugh. “A lot, I think.”
He nodded. “Like what's a lot?”
“I don't know-more than ten, maybe.”
“Damn.”
“More than that, even. I just like doing it so much.”
He didn't react, though I think he wanted to. Instead he asked, “What about oral sex, stuff like that? Do you do that, too?”
“Of course,” I told him. “Everybody does that.”
“Giving it or getting it?”
I gave him a look.
“Both.” I had to smile at the direction our explicit conversation was going. “I know how to do a69, Daddy. And I like it, a lot. I've done it with other girls, too.”
That got me an interesting look.
Of course, I wasn't about to mention that my little cousin, Amy, my father's very own sexually-super-charged 3^rd -grader niece, was a more than eager participant in that particular activity of mine.
We finally pulled into the cottage's gravel driveway at Clear Lake and he shut off the car. We sat there a long moment, without looking at one another, a sudden awkward silence creeping in. For some reason, it'd been easier to discusssexwhile the car was moving, but then the reality sunk in-we were father and daughter, having a talk on the drive up almost no daughter would (or should) have with her own dad.
Yet it had been fun while it lasted.
“Kimberly, my God, you've grown up so fast,” he started. “Are you telling me the truth, about you and boys? And girls?”
“Of course, Daddy,” I said, then added what I thought of as a seductive flip of my blond hair as I hopped out of the car. “After all, I'myourdaughter.”
The thought of my own father with gorgeous 14-year-old Noelle Henderson sent me into a weird fantasy world of filthy and perverted images. I found myself imagining all the obscene acts I wanted to perform at one of my father's incest swinger sex parties, with both Noelleandmy father.
Thinking of his hands all over Noelle's long, tanned body, squeezing her big firm ass and her fantastic tits, eating out her cunt or sticking his fingers into her hot asshole, fit perfectly into my sick fantasies. I pictured her sitting on my face, with me licking up into her slippery pink pussy while her own father, and mine, of course, and maybe a dozen or more other men, fucked me again and again and again…
Well, you get the idea.
That's why, that same Saturday night, after dark while my father sorted through the dirty movies we intended to watch, but before we'd done anything perverted together (meaning me jacking him off), I kept telling him Imightbe oversexed (hint, hint!) because it was all I ever thought about.
And, again, that I always masturbated when I watched Internet sex.
“You're normal,” he said. “Everybody does it.”
“But, Daddy,” I said. “I masturbate every night. Sometimes all night. I have, like, multiple orgasms! And the more orgasms I have, the more I want! Maybe thereissomething wrong with me. And, I told you, I've done a lot of sex with different boys just because it feels so good.”
“Again, normal.” He gave me a look. “You're just…sexually adventurous.”
“I guess,” I agreed, knowing when to give it a rest.
I wasn't exaggerating, of course, when I told him I masturbated every night. I'd make myself come repeatedly until I fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. More than once, I'd fingered myself through endless orgasms until my right arm went numb, then switched to my left! And when it came to being inventive fucking myself, I used hot dogs, a hairbrush handle, cucumbers, bananas, a shampoo bottle or anything I could push up my pussy. At the same time, for an extra jolt, I'd sometimes use a finger or two, or a candle coated with KY-jelly, in my asshole.
My bed was always damp with sweat by morning.
Most recently, even though I wasputting outwhenever, I was fucking myself with the thick plastic handle of my new electric toothbrush. That was a favorite because it vibrated. More than once, in fact, I'd pushed it half-way up my well-lubed asshole as well!
And so…there I was up at Clear Lake, shaky with depraved excitement at the thought of naked fun with my own dad, my blood racing and heart pounding at the indecent prospect of wanting him to touch me, lick me, fuck me! To say nothing of how urgently I wanted to suck his cock and get a hot mouthful of my own father's cum.
Sick, sick, sick…
Obviously then, I was much more than merely 'sexually adventurous.' I well understood I was clearly and truly a desperately over-sexed little slut and there was nothing I could do about it, even if I'd wanted to (which I didn't, because I loved sex just too damn much!).
Anyway, as he set up the DVD/VCR player, I got out a bunch of snacks: potato chips, dip, cheese, crackers, pretzels, and beer for him, but just soft drinks for me. I might've been an insatiable little elementary school whore, more than willing to fuck or suck anyone with a heartbeat and a dick, but for some reason alcohol never held much interest for me.
I guess sex was my main vice.
In my bedroom, I got undressed and put on the lightweight robe I kept there, over just my lacy pale blue panties. The crotch was so sheer they displayed virtually every detail of my young cunt-or at least encouraged a much closer look at it.
The robe was simple light cotton, mid-thigh for summer, and clingy in the right places. I tied the sash loosely, not expecting or needing it to hold for long.
I walked back out to the living room, grabbed a big bag of chips and dropped down onto the couch. Getting into a cross-legged position, with my robe open slightly so my small bare breasts were partially exposed, I noticed with satisfaction that my pink nipples were already stiff with plenty of anticipation. I then made enough noise with the bag of chips so it got my dad's attention.
I wanted him to know that if he wanted a hot and horny young girl other than Noelle Henderson, he didn't have far to look.
In fact, he did look up, kneeling in front of the television.
“I love you, Daddy,” I told him, then added (clearly the oversexed, underage daughter), “This is going to be fun, watching dirty videos together!”
“I know,” he said with a smile.
Considering our conversation so far, I decided the time for shyness had already passed.
“Are you going to jack off?” I asked.
He at first looked surprised at such a blunt question, but recovered quickly enough. “If I do, are you going to watch?”
“If you want me to,” I answered. “I think it'd be fun.”
“Areyougoing to masturbate?” he asked me.
“I always do,” I told him.
I could tell his eyes lingered on my partially open robe, on my somewhat exposed breasts and clearly taut nipples, as well as the portions of my bare inner thighs where my robe ended-obviously the shadowy area above them was the gateway to the genuinepromised landtonight.
But for some reason, instead of trying to get a better look at my young crotch, as I'd expected, my father looked right to my face, and smiled. Which caused me to smile right back at him.
“What?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
“You look exactly like your mother,” he said.
That surprised, and disappointed, me.
“Daddy!” I said, with sudden heat. “I'm nothing like mom!”
“I disagree,” he laughed. “Both of you are gorgeous and really stubborn.”
Okay.
That part was true enough, I guess.