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.
CHAPTER 4
We watched several sex videos that night, two great ones beingTabooandTaboo II, as I mentioned. They were both older movies about oversexed daughters having sex with their fathers and brothers and sisters, even their moms joining in (which seemed icky, I thought, at least withmymom).
In any case, both of those incest movies got me hot and really bothered.
I not only understood the attraction, the absolutely perverted, unnatural aspect of letting your own father secretly suck your cunt or fuck you as hard as possible, but those two videos turned me on in ways I never imagined. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I was positive my dad could hear it, my pussy filled with so much near-gushing wetness I was embarrassed he might actually smell it.
I know I could.
For all that, though, after watchingTabooandTaboo II, the newer videoGangbang Daughtergot me so muchmoreturned on I just about burst into flames from where I sat cross-legged on the couch, behind my dad who was lying on the oval rug in front of the television.
It was a so-called amateur video.
The daughter, a petite redheaded girl, seemed to be about my age (though I learned later she was 12-years-old, a year older than me). She was cute as hell and had a round, perfect little ass, a trim waist and two heavy, firm-looking tits. Unlike my own tiny pink nipples, though, her pointy tips were much darker and bigger even than silver-dollars, exactly the kind I could imagine kissing and sucking.
But (considering she was a girl in a dirty movie, especially one about a gangbang daughter) she seemed extremely nervous as they began, awkwardly making small talk and joking around.
She started on her knees sucking her supposed father's stiff cock, with genuine enthusiasm, I'd say. She then let him fuck her, lying back and spreading her smooth thighs so that her cunt opened wetly, the deep slash of it perfectly pink inside, the wispy strands of her beginning pubic hair barely noticeable. It took longer than I expected for her 'dad' to get his hard cock into her, both of them working at it, but it looked like real fun. He held himself up with one hand while she rocked her bare hips back and forth beneath him, already breathing hard and, I'm sure, enjoying every bit of the effort. Eventually, moaning with evident pleasure, she did manage to take the entire length of his stiff cock into the glistening slit of her nearly-bald pussy, which is when it got even more exciting.
Soon enough, her dad was pounding his cock into her cunt until she was panting and moaning even more loudly, the bed just about collapsing under them both. It was fantastic fun to watch because it was entirely believable theywerefather and daughter, partly because she repeatedly moaned, “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me harder!”
“This one's real,” my own father obviously concluded. “That's his real daughter!”
“I believe it!” I said. “I'm getting all shaky here.”
Neither one of us had started masturbating yet, I guess because-like the girl in the video-we were both extremely nervous. Or maybe it was just easier said than done, at least that very first time together, for a father and daughter in such a sexually-charged situation.
The even better part ofGangbang Daughtercame, though, when the father pulled out, then finished by shooting a huge load of cum into the little redhead's eager mouth. He then stepped aside for the group of good-looking men and boys who'd been watching. At least a dozen of them then fucked his preteen daughter relentlessly. There were a lot of great cum-shots and close-ups, especially when she started having one piercing, shuddering orgasm after another.
“God, I love it!” I breathed, unable to take my eyes off the screen. “They're fucking her somuch!”
My dad looked back over his shoulder to me.
“Would you let that many guys fuck you?” he asked. “Being gangbanged?”
Which gives you an idea of how far we'd progressed, at least explicit conversation-wise, watching all those dirty movies together. The sexual language alone was a turn-on for us, the indecent nature of it, I mean. Normal fathers just didn't talk to normal daughters like that, I bet.
Of course, they didn't usually watch hardcore pornography together, either, especially with the focus on father and daughter sex.
At his question, I sort of shrugged, biting my lower lip.
“I'd probably pass out,” I said, almost shyly, knowing the little quaver in my voice betrayed my interest in exactly such a thing. “But I'd love to, Daddy! I'll bet if I had the chance, I could fuck all night!”
He looked at me more seriously then.
“So what's the most you ever got fucked?” he asked me.
I had to think back on that one.