She knew exactly the right spots, all right, so I spread my legs wider, leaned back on my elbows and let her fingerfuck me as I talked
“This'll help you remember the details better,” she told me. “But you have to do it to me, too. Afteryou come the first time!”
That sounded fair enough.
CHAPTER 3
While Amy masturbated me, I filled her in on exactly what had happened between my dad and me, every dirty detaiclass="underline" 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?”