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.