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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 58


The clock radio woke us. It was way too early for me, I had slept 
so good cuddled with Daddy and would have liked to sleep with him 
like this much longer. I knew it was an important day for him 
though.

Daddy wiped some hair from my face and kissed me.

"Good morning, sweetie, time to get up."

I groaned.

"You don’t smell so fresh, little one. Off to the shower with 
you!"

"You don’t smell so good either, Daddy."

He laughed. "That can happen after you had some sex."

"Will you join me?"

"Alright, race ya. Last one in the shower is a sour pickle."

Glancing at his not so soft cock, I knew it wouldn't take a lot 
more to get him as hard as a cucumber.

I jumped out of bed and ran for the toilet. I peed with Daddy 
watching me. I even spread my legs to give him a good view of the 
stream flowing out of me. His cock came to full life, which 
caused me to giggle.

"That’s unfair," he complained.

"I don't see it complaining," I said, smiling.

"Now I’ll have a hard time peeing."

"Sounds like a personal problem," I joked. That just got me an 
exasperated look.

I wiped between my cooch and sweetly asked, "Do you want me to 
hold it for you while you pee?"

He shook his head and snickered. "You’re mean to me, baby girl."

He pretend pouted and kissed me on top of my head. I got up and 
watched as Daddy directed his stream into the toilet. It smelled 
quite powerful. I didn’t mind though.

We got into the shower together and let the water run over us.

"Turn around, Melissa."

I turned my back to him and Daddy poured some shampoo on my hair 
and started to wash it. I was suddenly his little girl again ... 
sorta. When I was younger Daddy had helped me with my bath and 
washed my hair quite often. Things were clearly different between 
us now, but I was still his daughter. And he was still my daddy. 
We could touch each other without it being something sexual, or 
leading to it. I think we both wanted to make sure we could keep 
that. I hoped we always could.

I relaxed and enjoyed his hands massaging my scalp.

We then washed each other. However, this went far beyond what a 
father would do with his daughter. Things were just too new for 
us to resist making our touches sexual.

I thoroughly soaped his cock making sure it would be squeaky 
clean. His hands were all over my body, massaging my butt, 
squeezing my breasts gently, rubbing my back, and then washing my 
pussy. I took a wide stance so he had easy access.

I ran my soapy hands all over his firm chest and enjoyed feeling 
his taut muscles in his arms, his legs, and his tummy. I scrubbed 
his back for a few seconds and squeezed his tight butt before 
slipping a finger into his butt crack. Daddy jumped suddenly and 
clenched his cheeks together.

He quickly turned around and said, "We need to get going, 
sweetie, there isn’t enough time to really play right now. We 
need to leave on time so I don’t get there at the last moment."

I sighed. I didn’t like it but I knew I would have to be 
reasonable. I was also getting excited about the trip and 
spending the night with Daddy in a hotel in Atlanta. Just the two 
of us.

We got out of the shower and dried each other off. "What am I 
going to do while you’re in your meetings?" I asked.

Daddy grinned. "You’ll just have to wait to find out."

"Now you’re being mean to me, Daddy," I complained playfully.

What did he have planned for me? I tried to guess what that could 
be but didn’t come up with any ideas.

"What kind of meetings do you have to go to?"

"The first will be with our Atlanta staff who will be part of the 
meetings with our customer. I need to brief them on the latest 
proposal and some other things. Then we will have a business 
lunch with our customer followed by the formal meeting at their 
headquarters. I’ll give my presentation of our proposal. After 
that, we'll get down to the negotiations, which will likely take 
the rest of the afternoon. Before the day is over, I hope to get 
some signatures on a contract."

"Will I be alone the whole time?" I anxiously asked. Stuck in a 
hotel room wasn't my idea of fun.

"You'll have something to do."

"Not even a clue?"

He shook his head and smiled, "Patience, baby girl."


******


I went into the hall bathroom to style my hair and primp a 
little. Then I hurried downstairs into the kitchen in my terry 
robe. I was so excited about my trip with Daddy that I wanted to 
fix him a super breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast before we 
drove to Atlanta. I started the bacon and set the table. When 
Daddy came down I had everything ready.

We ate with Daddy deep in thought. Both of us were actually. The 
previous night had been so much fun. This trip could be even more 
so. Not knowing what to expect had me anxious though.

While I cleaned up the kitchen after we ate, Daddy checked the 
papers in his briefcase. I watched him for a few seconds. He was 
so different when he was focused on his business stuff. He had a 
very determined look on his face.

I quickly finished cleaning up the kitchen and then hurried 
upstairs again to brush my teeth and get dressed.

Shorts or a dress? I chose a sundress that looked nice, but would 
be comfortable for the ride. I liked how it showed off the top of 
my chest and shoulders. It was more skin for Daddy to see while 
still being ladylike.

After debating going commando, I ended up choosing a cute bra and 
panty set. Thank Gawd they were washed.

I so needed to go shopping before school started back!

I put the last things in my overnight bag I had packed the 
previous night.

For a few moments I thought about taking the outfit Mom had 
bought for me to wear on the trip to Long Cane. It would be so 
much fun teasing Daddy with something like that. But, I finally 
decided that with it being a very important business trip, I 
better not take a chance being seen by the wrong people wearing 
something so daring. It was best to be a bit more proper this 
time around.

Of course, I could wear it in the hotel room for him, but 
hopefully I wouldn't be wearing much of anything at all then. And 
some cute undies would be more fun for that!

I took my bag downstairs and then went back to Daddy's bedroom. 
Looking at the bed, I knew Mom wouldn't be happy about the 
condition of the sheets after the previous night.

Daddy helped me pull them off his bed and I carried them 
downstairs into the laundry room. We then made the bed with fresh 
linen. I hoped Mom wouldn't be pissed about us leaving so much to 
wash when she arrived home.

We loaded our bags in Daddy’s car and locked up the house. Daddy 
patted my leg and started the car, and off to Atlanta we went.


******


I squirmed in my seat as we drove out of town and onto the 
interstate. I was going on a trip with my Daddy, just him and me. 
It was so exciting. I wondered if Sarah had felt the same way or 
if she had been a little apprehensive perhaps.

"What’s the matter, sweetie? Your pants itching?"

I leaned forward a little, put my hands between my knees, and 
shrugged my shoulders. "This is exciting, you know, going on a 
trip with you. Just us."

He laughed. "You’ve ridden many times in the car with just me 
before."

I pouted playfully. "You’re making fun of me, Daddy."

"I’m your father, I get to do that." He laughed.

"You know this trip will be different from the others," I 
asserted, wanting him not to dismiss me so easily now.

He reached over and squeezed my knee for a moment. "I’m looking 
forward to spending time with you, sweetie."

"You're not nervous about ... everything?"

He thought for a moment, "I'm more nervous about us than about my 
customer."

"But don't you have a lot riding on this customer?"

"I do, sweetie. However, customers come and go. So do jobs. 
Hopefully daughters don't. We'll both have to live with what 
happens between us over the next few days. If I do something that 
hurts you, or us, then ..."

"Daddy," I interrupted, "You would never ..."

"Honey, never underestimate how far a very horny man will go to 
satisfy his urges, especially when alone with the hottest girl he 
knows."

I looked down at my lap. If nothing else, he definitely knew how 
to make me blush.

I looked back over at him, "Well, what if I have a safe word?"

"Like 'elephant'," he grinned.

"Yeah," I blushed even more, "But maybe something else for us. 
Maybe like ... ohhh ..."

"How about - Mom won't approve?"

"I like that," I giggled, "I'm good at blaming Mom for stopping 
me from having fun."

He laughed, "I thought you would like that."

The talk made me feel a little more at ease, but I was still 
anxious about the afternoon I would be alone in Atlanta. Would 
Daddy make me stay in the hotel? I doubted that, but I still 
didn’t know what his plans were.


******


"I still don’t know what to do this afternoon while you’re in 
your meetings, Daddy."

He smiled. "I’m sure you’ll have a good time."

"You’re still being mean to me," I pouted.

He laughed again. He was obviously enjoying himself.

"We have some dear friends in Atlanta. A woman will come to the 
hotel around noon to spend the afternoon with you."

"Oh."

I scooted a little towards the passenger door. I tried to hide my 
disappointment with being stuck with a 'babysitter', but I was 
sure I wasn't doing a good job of it. Daddy had given Sarah some 
money and dropped her off to go shopping for things to wear for 
him, yet I would be chaperoned by some woman. If I was lucky, she 
wouldn't take me to a museum or library.

Maybe she would take me to the zoo or the aquarium? Maybe even 
Coke World? Those were cool places. If I had my way, though, I 
would rather go shopping!

"Is that okay with you, baby girl?"

"Sure. Having a strange woman babysit me all day will be a 
blast," I sarcastically answered.

Daddy just chuckled, which really pissed me off even more, but I 
suppressed vocalizing it. I hated that he called me ‘baby girl’ 
at that moment. I didn’t want to be treated like one on this 
trip. I wanted to be treated like Sarah had been!

I looked out my window and pouted.

Daddy squeezed my knee again, his hand lingering for a long time. 
I really didn’t want him to touch me right then, but didn’t dare 
to push his hand away. Why? Because I wanted him to touch me! 
Ugh!

It sucks to be me sometimes!

"Sweetie, I am absolutely sure that you will have a very fun 
afternoon. Even if you don’t see it that way right now."

I just scrunched my lips as he drove further away from Albany.


******


We rode silently for a while. Daddy’s cell phone rang.

"Good morning, my love."

"Good morning, darling." Mom’s voice came over the speakers.

"Don’t say anything nasty. I’ve got a little girl in the car with 
me."

I snarled disgustedly at Daddy.

Mom chuckled. "Good morning, Mel."

"Hi, Mom," I droned, not really meaning to.

"Somebody not quite awake yet?"

Daddy answered, "Somebody’s a little pouty because she doesn’t 
want a strange woman to babysit her this afternoon."

Mom laughed which didn’t help my mood. "Sweetie, you’ll have a 
good time with her, believe me."

"Yeah, I bet," I quietly huffed. If either of them heard me, they 
just ignored it.

"Greg, my love, I wish you all the luck in the world for your 
meetings. I’ll keep my fingers crossed."

They talked a little more. Hearing Mom talking to Daddy about her 
parents got me thinking about all the things she had done for me 
lately. I thought about the night Mom and I had snuck out of my 
grandparents’ house to spy on the orgy in the old Munson house. I 
also remembered her taking me to the Formon's sex store.

Both times she hadn’t let on what she had planned, and it had 
turned out so totally exciting.

I sighed and tried to get a grip on myself. Perhaps Mom and Daddy 
had another surprise planned and this woman would be fun. All I 
could do was hope for the best.

"Mel?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"Are you enjoying your time with your father?"

I perked up. "Yeah, it’s been fun. I even fixed him bacon and 
eggs for breakfast this morning."

"That was a sweet thing to do." She paused for a moment, "Well, 
want to tell me a little about yesterday?"

I decided to shock them as payback for not telling me more about 
their plans for me for the afternoon. And paybacks from me were 
hell.

"Colleen invited us for supper. Afterwards we watched the video 
of Peter’s birthday. Bob and Colleen hadn’t seen it yet. After 
the video, Bob and I fucked while Daddy fucked Colleen next to 
me."

"Well ... okay then," Mom simply said.

Daddy blushed a little and shook his head. "Your daughter, 
Andrea."

I kept blurting out, "And Bob fucked me at our house while he 
waited for Daddy to get home from work, too."

"It was nice of you to entertain your guest," Mom jokingly 
replied. I moaned to myself. Shocking Mom was becoming harder to 
do anymore.

I told her some more about my day and night, making sure to 
mention that I had finished the laundry. I neglected to mention 
the sheets pulled from her bed earlier.

"Jennifer came over to practice," I informed her.

"How is she doing?" Mom wanted to know.

"She’s doing great. I think coach will be impressed. We even 
fooled around some after practicing. She tried my new strap-on 
with me."

"Andrea, your daughter has really expanded her comfort level when 
it comes to expressing herself lately," Daddy chuckled.

"Sounds like I missed all of the fun though!" Mom laughed in 
reply.

"Mom, and I'm being serious now, Janet told me she and her 
husband want to move ahead with getting Derek and Jennifer 
involved with all of us. Janet will call you to talk about how to 
go about seducing Jennifer."

"Thanks for the heads up, honey."

Daddy changed the subject. "Your daughter made a real sexy video 
for me, honey."

He grinned at me staring wide-eyed at him.

"Oh? What does she do in it?" Mom asked.

"She shows off her sexy body. Every little intimate bit of it. 
And she shows that she knows how to use one of her new 
vibrators."

I could have jumped out the car window right about then. I knew 
it was payback for my trying to shock them. I thought Daddy would 
be on my side though! Just because Mom was his wife didn't mean 
he could gang up on me with her!

"I bet that was exciting to watch," Mom said. "I must see it when 
I get home."

Now it was my turn to blush.

"She promised in the video to stay within the boundaries, Andrea. 
I know you’re concerned about that. But you can trust both of us. 
Right, Melissa?"

"Yes, sir," I quickly agreed.

"And I'll get to watch the video you made?" Mom determinedly 
asked.

"Uhhh ... yeah, I guess."

"You guess?"

I shrugged.

"She shrugged," Daddy told her.

"Yes, ma'am," I blurted out, before I got a lecture about 
insolence.

"Keep being my good girl," she pleasantly replied.

"I’ll be good, Mom." In my mind, I could see her smirking.

"Thanks, sweetie. I appreciate that and we’ll see about more time 
for the two of you."

I smiled at that.

"And us too, Mom!" I blurted out.

"Absolutely," Mom replied.

Mom got off the phone after a bunch of kissy-kissy noises for 
Daddy and me.

"Does your mother seeing that video really bother you?"

"A little ... she might not like everything about it ..."

"I think she will be impressed."

I smiled even though I would have preferred she would never see 
that video.


******


We rode in silence for a few minutes.

"So you liked the video I made for you, Daddy?"

He smiled. "Of course! You have become quite an attractive and 
sexy young lady, sweetie. And that was one hell of a sexy show 
you put on for me."

"Thanks, Daddy." I smiled proudly.

After a few moments, he asked, "But what do you think about me, 
sweetie?"

"What do you mean?"

"Now that you've found out a lot of what I like to do, what do 
you think of your old man?"

"You mean sex with other women?"

"That, and sex with younger girls, including your friends, 
especially with Pam, Sarah, and Julie."

"I'm okay with it. I'm having my fun with your friends too. I 
just wish I could do the same things with you and Mom that Sarah 
gets to do with both of you."

Daddy bit his lip before saying, "Sweetie, we've talked about 
that before. We can do things with Sarah that we don’t feel 
comfortable doing with you. Sarah isn’t our daughter, you know."

"So, besides putting your cock in her pussy, what do you do with 
her that you don’t feel you can do with me? Mom even said she 
would’ve taken her to the orgy at the Meyers’ when she wouldn't 
even take me."

"Look, Sarah got involved with our friends more than a year ago. 
As you know, she got involved with Brent Walcott early last 
summer ..."

"You mean sucked his cock, right?"

"Uh, yeah. And then your mother started playing with her after 
school started back ..."

"So it's my fault because I didn't go sex crazy last summer?" I 
dramatically glared at him.

"Come on now, girl. You’ve been through this a number of times 
with your mother and Colleen. No one is at fault, Melissa," he 
firmly said, and I did catch the use of my full name. "You 
weren't interested last summer. Sarah was."

"That doesn't mean I'm not ready now, though."

"Baby girl, she’s been involved in twice as many blindfold games 
as you have ..."

I groaned to myself. ‘Blah blah blah’, I said to myself as he 
continued, "Her first one of those was over a year ago as well. A 
couple of them were pretty intense for her ..."

"Like the one her father participated in?"

Daddy’s head jerked to my side. "How do you know about that?"

I smiled proudly. "Sarah and I figured it out after you played 
with me. We talked about our blindfold games and compared notes. 
Bob confirmed it last Friday."

He shook his head and sighed deeply. "Sometimes I wonder why we 
went through everything we did to keep secrets from you. We 
should've known that you would figure out things sooner or 
later."

"You guys underestimated me," I stated proudly.

"That we did," he half-chuckled.

I smiled, wondering if he really understood just how much 
everyone had underestimated me, and why they hadn't figured out 
it was gonna be even harder to hide things from me from now on.

“Getting back to Sarah," Daddy began again, "on occasion we’ve 
had some very intense sex with her. You know I took her to the 
Formon’s lake house and on a trip to Atlanta. I had sex with her 
during those times practically anytime we had the opportunity. I 
even took pills so we could keep at it. She's a beautiful girl 
and I wanted to take advantage of all the time we had together. 
Some of the session your mother and I had with her we treated her 
like our sex toy. From what our friends tell us, you haven’t had 
the same intense experiences that Sarah has had with us.”

I fought hard to keep the old feelings of jealousy from coming to 
the surface again. I still wanted to talk to him some more about 
my best friend.

“It was quite a while before you got involved with Sarah though. 
She started having sex with Mom last August. But you didn't get 
involved with her until after the first of the year. She had 
already sucked off Mr. Walcott before Mom did anything with her. 
So, why did you wait so long to join in?"

He slowly breathed out, looking like he was deciding how to 
reply. Actually, I was surprised he didn’t just blurt out that it 
was none of my business.

"Last year Sarah was at our house mostly afternoons on school 
days when you were busy with cheerleading. And I do have to work 
for a living, baby girl.” He chuckled but then got serious. “This 
project has taken a lot of my time. It wasn’t until early this 
year that I could sometimes take off afternoons.”

I nodded. Last year Daddy had come home late quite often.

“I also knew getting involved with her was going to be tricky for 
all of us. She's your best friend. The two of you are like 
sisters ..."

'Cousins', I corrected him to myself.

"... I think we all knew that sooner or later you two were going 
to talk. So my getting involved with Sarah was a big step toward 
involving you, including you in things."

"And you didn't want that, did you?" I accused him. I knew I was 
being snotty. He wanted me badly, and we both knew it. I just had 
to be a little bitch if for nothing other than my own 
satisfaction right then.

"Oh, baby girl, deep down it was exactly what I wanted. And you 
damn well already know that. Look, if you want to talk about 
this, you need to show me you're mature enough to handle it. The 
resentful 'I'm always left out' attitude isn't helping your cause 
right now."

I cowered a little. I knew to tone down the dramatics after that!

"I'm sorry," I offered.

"I'm sorry, too. Look, I understand why you feel that you had 
been left out. And I know you believe your feelings are 
justified. But honey, you're thirteen. You've got a whole lot of 
years ahead of you for sexual adventures. Your mom and I are 
trying to let you catch up, but it's gonna take time. The 'put 
upon' attitude just isn't helping though."

I sighed and slouched down.

"Just try to chill out, sweetie, and enjoy what is happening as 
it does. You have to admit that you've caught up quite a bit over 
the past few months."

He reached over and playfully mussed up my hair, causing me to 
smile.

"And my saying you're just thirteen isn't a shot at you. I want 
you to be a thirteen-year-old girl. You'll be all grown up before 
you know it. Then we’ll both wish you were thirteen again."

I gave him a scrunched smile. He was patronizing me. It wasn't 
worth arguing over though. It certainly wasn't going to help me 
learn what I wanted to know. And time spent talking about my 
behavior wasn't helping my cause either.

"You were saying about Sarah?" I asked, not wanting to let him 
off the hook, smiling as I did though.

He chuckled and continued, "As I was saying, involving Sarah was 
a big step. I knew doing something with her was moving all of us 
closer to the time when you would get involved. And moving toward 
the possibility that you could even become involved with me and 
your mother in some way."

"And that scared you?" I sincerely asked.

"It terrified me. As much as I loved the idea of everything I 
might get to do with you, you could've reacted badly at any time. 
You still could. And I explained to you why my family is so 
important to me that I just cannot risk ruining it."

"I won't though," I insisted. "I love my family too, and I love 
what I'm getting to do with you and Mom."

"I'm glad you feel that way. But early on, you certainly weren't 
very interested in pursuing things with the Clarks. We couldn't 
be sure you ever would be. I kept hoping that you would though."

"You thought you would get to do sex things with me?"

"Before I met your mother the thought of having sex with young 
girls had never crossed my mind. She told me about her adventures 
as a teen in Long Cane. Then, when your mother and I became 
involved in swinging, we sometimes were guests of groups who 
involved their kids. Usually their kids were a little older 
though.”

“How old were they?”

“About fifteen or sixteen at least. So at first I couldn’t even 
begin to imagine letting you and Jamie have sex with our adult 
friends. Much less with us, your parents. Then the Rayners and 
Walcotts talked with all of us about what they had in mind with 
Kari and then a little later with Penny.”

“That must have been weird to talk about.”

Daddy scrunched up his face. “Awkward would be more fitting. 
Before we all decided to move ahead with becoming sexually 
involved with our closest friends' kids, your mother and I talked 
again about how she had gotten involved with adults, even though 
she was a little older at the time.”

“You mean with the Blackmons.”

“She told me that you now know how she got sexually involved with 
them as a teen.”

I remembered that the Blackmons had even paid her for having sex 
with them.

“She said it hadn’t hurt her and had been a lot of fun. Your 
mother and I then discussed the possibility of having some sex 
with both of you kids. We agreed that you and Jamie should learn 
about sex with our friends which had the advantage that there 
would be no unexpected pregnancy. But we hadn't decided one way 
or the other about how involved we should be with either of you, 
other than your mom's insistence that absolutely no fucking our 
kids was allowed.

"Did we think we would we go as far as we have? Not really. Your 
mother was afraid our involvement with you kids would tempt us to 
forget about the no fucking rule, especially in the heat of the 
moment. We decided to leave the door open for things like oral 
sex to happen if things felt right."

"Mom couldn't resist Jamie though, could she?"

"No, she couldn't."

"Are you glad she couldn't?"

"Yes, I am," he slyly smiled, causing me to smile as well.

"So, did you two talk about actually doing things like oral and 
other things with me?"

"Not until after things began happening with your mother and 
Jamie."

"Was that when Jamie rubbed his cock against Mom's butt and came 
on her in his sleep?"

"Yes, it was."

"But he was asleep."

"I wonder about that, especially when it happened again the next 
time we went camping. It happening in his sleep once I can buy, 
but on the very next trip as well?"

"So you think he was doing it intentionally?"

"I can't prove it, but I think he woke up while doing it the 
first time. He liked doing it so much that he put himself in a 
position for it to happen again. I think he was wide-awake the 
second time.

"When your mom helped him by moving enough so that his cock was 
rubbing between her legs against her pussy, and assisted him by 
holding it there with her hand, then I knew she wasn't opposed to 
the idea of some things happening between all of us."

"Jamie is a horn dog."

"He comes by it honestly," Daddy admitted with a smile. I 
snickered.

"And then you talked about doing sex stuff with me and Jamie?"

"Yes, especially when it became clear that your mom was very 
susceptible to Jamie's growing interest in sex, even if she 
didn't want to be. And she knows you have me wrapped around your 
finger."

"No, I don't."

He laughed but then turned serious again. “But we decided not to 
push either of you. If you showed an interest in having sex with 
us then we would go ahead within the boundaries we had decided 
on.”

No fucking, I sighed. But I didn’t complain. I didn’t want Daddy 
to remind me to act mature enough.

"You two fantasized about us while you had sex, didn't you?"

He hesitated, "At times."

"Did you call Mom 'Mel'? Did she call you 'Jamie'?" I had watched 
my grandparents pretending that Grandpa was fucking me when he 
had poked Grandma’s butt.

I was expecting the usual 'that's none of your business', but he 
surprised me.

"On occasion."

"You did with Sarah, calling her by my name."

"You already know about that," he snickered. "I'll admit that we 
talked about doing things with you, and how it could happen. I 
left it to your mom to find ways to become involved with Jamie if 
she wanted to, which happened the night of the Meyers orgy.

He paused, "My working so much lately wasn't helping matters when 
it came to you though."

I thought for a moment. "Was that part of why you decided we 
should try out going nude at home?"

He nodded and looked at me. "Well, since you had been nude at the 
Rayners with some of our friends and handled it well, there was 
no sense in pretending at home anymore. And you’re certainly eye 
candy if nothing else. And when you rubbed against me for the 
first time, I did see the possibility of more. You were finally 
showing a real interest in sex, which you hadn't until this 
summer."

"So it wasn't done to try to make up for me for being left out of 
all the nude camping?"

"No. Your mom suggested it more as a first step to get you more 
comfortable with showing your naked body around me. And she knew 
going nude at home gave me and you the chance to see each other 
naked, and possibly more happening between us because of it."

"Why?"

"Because she had enjoyed so much Jamie rubbing his cock against 
her pussy, and I didn’t have a chance to go nude camping with 
you."

"You had the chance that weekend! But you wanted to be with 
Sarah."

"Not exactly."

"Huh?"

“I did have to work that Friday and also some that Saturday 
morning. And my boss had asked me to stand-by while he was 
reviewing the project and if necessary meet with him and other 
executives on short notice. So I couldn’t very well join you. And 
your mother had told me about you having fun with Peter and 
Jennifer among others and the orgy planned at the Meyers.”

I blushed remembering the sex I had had at the camp site.

“And your mother thought that something might happen with Jamie.”

“Why?”

“Jamie had told her that it wasn’t that much fun for him because 
he had promised Sarah not to fuck any of the girls except you.” 
Daddy grinned. “So he was a little hard up.”

I giggled.

“If I had shown up the sex between Jamie and his mom wouldn’t 
have happened. Getting the chance to be with Sarah was more of a 
consolation prize for staying away. Your mom appreciated my 
allowing things to happen with Jamie. But I lost out on getting 
to be around a naked you for a whole weekend.”

Daddy looked at me and grinned. “We hadn’t figured on you 
seducing your mom in the shower though.”

I looked away as I blushed like crazy.

Daddy glanced at me quite seriously. “In hindsight, baby girl, 
I’m awfully glad that I didn’t go along. You wouldn’t have talked 
with your mother like you did. I’m not sure you two would be on 
such good terms now if I had gone with you that weekend.”

He had a point there.

It was a bit odd listening to my father admit that they had been 
out to seduce me and Jamie, to include us in their sex games and 
adventures. Most of my friends' parents would be putting chastity 
belts on their daughters my age if they thought they were about 
to become sexually active.

It was also so weird that Mom was afraid of things going too far, 
but was setting things up to happen. Her lust was obviously at 
times over-ruling her fear. In the right situation, I was sure 
she would give into that same lust and fuck Jamie, which likely 
meant I could fuck Daddy.

I was determined to look for possibilities of that happening! Mom 
was clearly the roadblock, her and her 'big secret'.

I answered, "It wasn't that I wasn't interested over the past 
year. I was just so busy with everything else. You obviously know 
I was having sex with Pam and Sarah during that time."

He nodded, "But Pam and Sarah aren't me and your mother. I wasn't 
going to force anything on you, neither was your mother."

I sat quietly for a moment, "Thank you for being scared of 
hurting me."

"Why are you thanking me?" he curiously asked.

"Because it means my well-being is more important than just 
satisfying your lust," I said, giving him a tight lipped smile.

He reached over and patted my leg. "It always will be, little 
one."

I then asked, "Why did you wait so long to fuck Sarah?"

"I ... your mom and I thought it would be better not to leave you 
so far behind her."

"But why? Sarah was already keeping things secret from me. I 
wouldn't have known."

"It was hard enough for Sarah to keep the things secret from you 
that she was doing with us already. With me fucking her earlier 
she could’ve begun acting differently. She could have been afraid 
that you would notice she wasn’t a virgin anymore when you two 
had sex. People change when they begin having sex. I think you 
understand that."

"And you think I probably would've picked up on the change, huh?"

"You likely would have noticed changes. You two didn’t see each 
other very often after you and Sarah gave up your virginities and 
until you found out from Doris what she was doing with us."

"So you didn't fuck her because she might blow your cover?"

"I didn't fuck her because I knew it would push the day you would 
discover things closer. And I was terrified of losing you as part 
of that."

I bit my bottom lip.

He continued, "Did I want to fuck her sooner? Abso-fucking-
lutely. She is a beautiful girl, with a gorgeous little girl's 
body, which is also beginning to blossom ... and I love fucking 
that kind of young girl ..."

I was taken completely off-guard by his bluntness about his 
desires.

"... and if I hadn’t been concerned about you and your friendship 
with her, I would've tried to fuck her months before I did. But 
the Clarks and we decided to hold off with me fucking Sarah until 
you were ready for Bob to fuck you."

I stared at him wide-eyed as he glanced over at me.

"Surprised to hear me talking like that?"

"What do you think?"

He chuckled before saying, "I imagine it is just as disconcerting 
for you to learn these things about me, as it is for me to accept 
that you've become a very sexually active girl."

"Yeah ... I mean, it's cool. I've just never heard you talk like 
that before, certainly not with me."

"If it bothers you ..."

I interrupted, "No, it doesn't really. I'd rather you 'disconcert 
me' than hide things."

"Touché."

I fought off a smile.


******


“Talking about hiding things, how do you feel about what we all 
did to encourage your involvement? You know ..."

"You mean all the scheming with yours and Mom's friends and Pam 
and Sarah and Jamie and everyone else in my life?"

"That would be the things," he meekly replied.

I sat quietly for a few moments. I wanted to really lay into him 
about all of it, but all it would do was make the mood sour 
between us.

I sighed, and replied, "I still don't really like that I was 
brought in that way, but I understand why you did it."

"You understand why we brought you into our group slowly, don't 
you?"

"Yeah, you were trying to seduce me into everything, and you had 
to be careful I wouldn't go bonkers and blow the whistle on 
everybody."

"That pretty much sums it up. I'm sorry you got hurt in the 
process."

"I didn’t really get hurt. I just knew enough to make me think I 
was some kind of outsider that everything else had to be kept 
from."

"Even though your mom and I had talked about our kids having sex 
with our friends, when you actually started having sex with 
Sarah, Pam, and Colleen I had so many mixed feelings about you 
being included. Even more so when you started giving Jamie blow-
jobs and then had sex with Bob. For one, you're my daughter. You 
becoming sexually active at your age ..."

"I'm too young again?!" I blurted out.

"You're young for what you're doing now. I don't mean that as an 
insult to you. Most girls your age might at most be giving out 
hand-jobs, but certainly not having sex with adults."

Our eyes met before he looked back at the road.

"Honey, it wasn't an easy decision to include you. A part of me 
wanted you to grow up like every other girl, learning about sex 
in your own time. But we knew you would eventually find out about 
what we were doing, even if you didn't participate in things.

"Since you showed little interest in sex last year, we knew you 
had to be introduced to our group in a controlled way. We hoped 
you would want to join in, but left it open to you possibly not 
wanting to. There was always the chance you wouldn't. Colleen was 
very sensitive to that fact."

He momentarily glanced over at me again, "And your mom and I 
didn't get you involved with the intention of having sex with 
you."

"But you had talked about it already and you wanted to, right?"

"Deep down, yes. I didn't think it would actually happen though. 
I thought with you we would be perhaps more like the Walcotts and 
others, not like the Rayners."

We sat quietly for a few minutes. He did look over at me a few 
times. I wasn't sure why he was bringing all of this up. He was 
aware that I knew what had been going on.

But then I realized he was still struggling with everything he 
had allowed to happen to me. I realized that involving his son 
with Mom was no problem for him. But I was his baby girl, the one 
he wanted to protect, the one he needed to take care of and keep 
from getting hurt. He really was paranoid that at any moment I 
was going to think he was the most despicable person ever. That 
wasn't going to happen though.

I knew who and what he was. Same with Mom. And even with all the 
deceit that had gone on to hide their sexual activities from me 
and then bring me into them, I was having the best time ever!

Finally I said, "I'm glad you and Mom are doing things with me."

"Are you really?"

"Uh huh. I think the Walcotts are missing out," I grinned.

He smiled as well.

I added, "The way I see it, what's done is done. I would've 
preferred knowing about things sooner. I hated all the secrets, 
but I understand why you both did things the way you did."

After a few moments, I said, "Daddy, since you're talking so 
openly with me, I love sex. And I love sex with grown men. Also 
women. Men and women together even. I love it and want to keep 
doing it ..."

He was trying to keep his eyes on the road, but having a hard 
time doing it.

"You're the sexiest man I know, and I want to have the same kind 
of sex with you as with any other man." I put my hand on his leg, 
"You're not going to scare me. Yeah, I might be surprised by you 
at times, but surprised isn't the same thing as being scared. If 
I had my way, we would do everything two people could possibly do 
together, and that includes you fucking me however, whenever, and 
wherever you wanted."

He looked over at me wide-eyed. It was fun seeing him caught off-
guard.

"Daddy, do I look scared of you?"

He half-chuckled and slowly shook his head, smiling.

"Do I act scared of you?"

"Not at all," he smiled.

"Then stop thinking I am, or might be."

"I'm your father, first and foremost. You have to be able to draw 
a line, sweetie, especially when it comes to me. If you feel you 
can't draw a line ..."

"If there happens to be something I don't want to do, I'll tell 
you. If I don't feel like doing anything at all sometime, I'll 
tell you. You have to know I'm not afraid of that!"

He laughed loudly. I giggled.

"Okay," he began, "I get the message."

"So cool," I said, sitting back and smiling as I looked ahead. 
Our relationship was changing dramatically. Things would never be 
the same, even if we never did anything sexual ever again. I 
liked the changes though.

I felt like even though sexual desire was behind what was going 
on between us lately, we were becoming much closer. And that is 
something I really wanted most of all.

My daddy was now someone I could more readily talk to about 
anything at all. It was a wonderful feeling. I was a daddy's 
girl, but now I really felt like I was Daddy's girl.


******


Daddy pulled into a rest area so we could both take a potty 
break. It was too bad we couldn't spend some time fooling around 
like I had with Mom on the trip to Long Cane. Anything like the 
last time would take way too long, especially with Daddy needing 
to get me to the hotel before going on to his meetings.

As we got back in the car though, a wicked thought crossed my 
mind. I didn't think it would take very long, and I knew Daddy 
would enjoy it ... if he didn't have a heart attack in the 
process!

Daddy backed the car out of the parking spot and began slowly 
driving toward the on-ramp to the interstate highway.

"Pull into that parking spot at the end, Daddy," I urgently 
requested.

The spot was right at end of the rest area. While it wasn't an 
isolated spot, cars would be speeding up pretty good by the time 
they got to this point.

"What's wrong?"

"I need to do something."

He parked and looked over at me. I gave him my most devious smile 
ever.

"What are you up to," he asked nervously, glancing around back 
toward the main part of the rest area. A car sped by as I quickly 
looked around with Daddy.

Feeling confident, I lifted my butt and quickly slipped off my 
panties, tossing them into his lap. After lifting my sundress up 
and off, I sat back and lifted my legs, putting my feet in the 
seat. Twisting around so my back was against the door gave Daddy 
the perfect view of me.

I scrunched my butt forward some, putting my pussy even closer to 
his view. Using my gymnastic skills, I then lifted my legs, 
folding them at my knees and placed my feet almost beside my 
naked butt. It gave Daddy a perfect view of my whole front.

I slid both my hands down my tummy and across my pussy. I 
remembered the show I did the day before for the camera, and 
tried to do some of the same things. Mainly I tried to forget 
Daddy was there watching me so I could just let myself go without 
feeling self-conscious.

I tilted my head back against the door and got into playing with 
myself, slowly running my fingers up and down through my slit and 
across my clit.

I unfolded my legs, lifting my left one and placing my foot on 
Daddy's shoulder. The other joined his foot on the floor. I was 
totally spread open for him to look at.

My hands roamed all over my body, squeezing my tits and nipples, 
gliding down to my pussy, and rubbing down the insides of my 
thighs. I was giving Daddy a full uninhibited showing of how I 
liked to masturbate.

I rubbed, fingered, and patted my mound. I mewed and moaned as I 
did. My hips rocked back and forth as well. I felt so wicked 
letting him watch. I felt vulnerable and safe at the same time 
because it was only Daddy watching. Or so I hoped. The idea that 
someone else might be watching just made it all the more 
exciting.

Eventually I slipped a finger inside myself, slowly sliding it in 
and out, moaning, and rolling my head around. I wasn't putting on 
a show any more. I was getting myself off for my own sake. Daddy 
just had a great front row seat.

I rubbed circles over my whole mound, using the tips of my 
fingers to touch all over my pussy and clit. My hips rose and 
fell in time to my hand’s motions. My whole body was writhing 
against the seat and door.

Then I was using the index and middle fingers to plow inside me. 
The squishy sounds were making me even hornier. My pussy was 
taking a pounding from my hand, and the slapping against my clit 
was bringing me close to cumming.

Before long, I was screaming and pressing both hands tightly 
against my pussy. It was the best orgasm ever from just 
masturbating. It seemed almost like an eternity before I could 
finally relax.

Panting hard, I playfully patted my pussy a couple of times. My 
clit was so sensitive and my pussy was throbbing like crazy. I 
was totally enjoying the feeling. It was then I realized the 
radio was playing very loudly. Daddy turning it down and glancing 
around snapped me out of my funk.

"Pull your dress down and sit up," he urgently told me, which I 
did. He was very rattled. I had a satisfied smile plastered on my 
face though.

"I love watching your slender hands touch yourself. Your fingers 
look so delicate touching an even more delicate pussy. Then when 
you started slamming your hand against yourself ... I thought I 
would cum in my pants!"

He then said, "Speaking of cum, you may want to put your panties 
back on before you get a wet spot on the back of your dress and 
seat."

"Oops," I said, looking around for them. Daddy reached down into 
his lap where I had forgotten I had tossed them and daringly put 
them on top of my head. I giggled as I grabbed them and slipped 
them on.

"I'm not sure what is sexier - watching you take them off or put 
them on.” Daddy grinned as I blushed.

I seriously hoped my future husband would say things like that to 
me! Mom was a lucky woman, and I was a very lucky girl!

"Did I look ridiculous?" I skittishly asked.

"You looked like a girl who wasn't afraid to enjoy her body."

"Thanks, Daddy. But seriously, did I look weird?" I giggled.

He shook his head. "It was fun seeing how oblivious you became to 
everything."

"How?"

"Most of the time your eyes were closed. And the way your mouth 
hung open, at times more so than others ... it was amazing to 
watch you totally lost in what you were feeling. There are few 
things sexier than watching a beautiful girl letting herself go 
in her own pleasure."

The more he said, the sexier and more confident I felt. He just 
had this way of talking to me that I craved. If I could please 
him, I knew I could please anyone.

"Your eyes opened not long before you came, staring into space. 
You looked like you were in a whole other world. Nothing else 
existed for you."

"I had my eyes open? Did I look silly?" I asked, suddenly 
embarrassed.

"It was the most erotic thing I think I've ever seen. You were 
completely into it. It was like you only existed in your world 
for those few minutes. I doubt you would've heard me if I had 
screamed at you."

"Speaking of screaming ..." I blushed, knowing I had howled as 
loud as ever.

"That you did, which is why I turned the radio up so loud."

"I didn't even realize it was on until afterwards."

"The rest of the world didn't seem to exist for you, baby girl."

He was right about that!

As we left the rest area, "Are you mad at me for doing that?"

"Not at all, but I was worried someone would notice. In fact, I 
think this one gentleman driving by might have gotten a glimpse 
of your leg up on my shoulder."

"Could he see the rest of me?" I asked, alarmed.

"Not with how you were sitting. Now a truck driver would have!"

"Too bad there wasn't one," I impishly said. I glanced over into 
his lap, and then reached over to grab what I thought I saw.

"You're hard, Daddy."

"Duh!" he exclaimed. I laughed like crazy.

"If I could be sure I wouldn't make a spot on your pants, I'd 
give you a blowjob to take care of it," I teased.

"Like mother, like daughter," he said more to himself while 
slowly shaking his head.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, baby girl."


******


We both were quiet for several minutes before curiosity got the 
best of me again.

"By the way, Daddy, how did you ask the Clarks about taking Sarah 
on trips with you?"

He smirked a little, "Well ..."

"I know Sarah didn't ask them if she could go alone on trips with 
a grown man," I paused, "Or did she?"

He shook his head, "No, she didn't ask. She wasn’t quite that far 
along when it came to talking with her parents about such things 
... like her best friend is."

"Sooo ..." I began and waited.

"Your mom and I had talked with Colleen and Bob about it. They 
were okay with her coming along with me."

"It couldn't have been that simple," I skeptically stated.

"It was. They trust me with their daughter."

"And you trust them when it comes to me?"

"Your mom and I both do."

"Still, you just asked and they said it was fine? 'Hey Bob and 
Colleen, can I take your daughter on a business trip so I can 
fuck her when I'm horny?'"

"Well, to be honest, it really wasn't far from just that."

"Oh, my Gawd! I bet you were in the middle of fucking while 
talking about it, weren't you?"

He actually blushed, "We were at a swinger party together with 
the Clarks. What can I say."

"You guys got horny and had sex talking about sharing your 
daughters with each other for sex, didn’t you?"

"And a son too," Daddy blurted out, which just endeared him to me 
even more.

I smiled at him, and then asked, "So you asked Sarah if she 
wanted to go on a trip with you? What was the story Sarah was 
told about where her parents thought she would be?"

"I called her home and Colleen knew to let Sarah answer the 
phone. I asked her if she would like to spend some time with me 
out of town. When she liked the idea I suggested the cover story 
that we would tell her parents that your mother was going on the 
trip as well. Of course Colleen and Bob knew better, and Sarah 
too, of course."

"And Mom was cool with you shacking up with a young girl?"

"Yes, she was. In fact, we had some pretty hot sex talking about 
it before and afterwards."

I shook my head in amazement. My parents were total perverts. And 
they had definitely passed that gene down to me.

"Does Bob tell you about the times he fucks me?"

"Honey, all the adults have agreed to provide honest feedback to 
the parents. So yes, we have talked about Bob and Colleen’s times 
with you and Jamie, just like we have told them about our times 
with Sarah. And we usually have the videos."

Duh!

I pushed on though, "But do you ever talk with Bob about me, or 
you with him about Sarah?"

He blushed again, "We have shared what it's like to fuck the 
other's daughter."

"That is so wild!" I blurted out, grinning. "What does Bob tell 
you about me?"

I turned and leaned close to him. "Am I a hot fuck?" I asked, 
teasingly.

"You get rave reviews," he teased back. “And not just from Bob 
either.”

"Spill it, Daddy-O. What does he say?"

"That you have the hottest young body, the sweetest young tits 
..."

"Sweetest 'little' tits, you mean?" I interrupted.

"Honey ..."

"It's cool. I think I'm beginning to understand you men like it 
that I have small tits. So go on. What else has he said?"

"You have the sexiest round ass on top of the hottest long legs 
for your size."

"That's all?" I teased.

"And the sweetest, tightest little girl pussy ever," he said, and 
cut his eyes at me. I blushed, but loved it!

“He also says that you’re great at sucking cocks. And that it’s 
fun to watch you lick Colleen’s pussy.”

I blushed even more if that was even possible.

"Will you do me a favor?" he asked.

"Sure," I nodded.

"Will you stop being obsessed with the size of your tits?"

Whoa. That certainly caught me by surprise. I wasn't really sure 
how to respond for a few moments.

"Sorry, I can't help it. I just wish they were bigger is all."

"Honey, they really are perfect on you."

Why was everyone always saying that?! Then it hit home with me.

"And they make me look like a young girl," I asserted.

"Yes. That they do."

He amazed me that he admitted as much. At least he was honest. He 
liked young girls. Young girls had little tits. I had little 
tits. So, things were perfect.

Was that a bad thing? I knew in my heart he loved me for 
completely different reasons than my tiny boobies.

I took a deep breath, and said, "Then I'm glad they're little ... 
just for you."

"I do want them to grow with you ..." he began.

"It's cool, Daddy. I know you like young girls."

"I like girls of all ages. So, don't you dare think you have to 
look young forever."

"Thanks for saying that," I said, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

We both knew I was going to be growing a lot over the coming 
years. Ironically, I suddenly wished I could stay thirteen 
forever. I didn't want him to lose interest in me just because I 
would eventually be older.

Seeing how much he liked Kari and Penny, I was sure he was being 
honest about that.


******


A few minutes later, I asked, "Have you really fantasized that 
Sarah was me?"

He paused a moment before answering, "Sometimes ..."

"Have you ever fantasized about me when you were with anyone 
else?"

"Baby girl, while I want to be open with you about things, there 
are a few things that are best left between me and your mother."

"Why?"

"For one thing, I'm not your husband. Your mother has the 
exclusive privilege of being told my private and personal 
thoughts, as well as anything else that affects us."

"That's fair, I guess."

Daddy continued, "The same applies to your mother's thoughts and 
actions, but even I don't expect her to reveal everything she is 
thinking to me, especially fantasies. Just because you're 
committed to each other doesn’t mean you own each other."

He glanced at me as I stared at him.

"The same applies to you as well, baby girl. If you want to share 
your private fantasies with me, I'm more than willing to listen. 
But I'll leave it to you to offer them."

I nodded and then asked, "Can I ask whose idea it was for Sarah 
to wear my cheer outfit?"

He smiled and blushed, "That would have been me."

Neither of us said anything for several moments.

"I'll wear my new ones for you whenever you want," I softly said, 
blushing along with him. "Too bad I only have the game uniform 
until next week."

"I look forward to seeing you in it," he admitted.

"Soon, Daddy," I smiled.


******


Sex wasn't the only thing we talked about. With my mention of my 
cheer outfit, he asked about whether I really wanted to do 
cheerleading again.

I told him I didn't want to let the squad down.

"I like your loyalty, but no one should expect that kind a 
sacrifice of time for something you aren't really interested in 
doing."

"It's not that I'm not interested. I love being a cheerleader. I 
love the attention and the competitions. I think we've got a 
great chance of winning a lot of them this year."

"So why did you quit earlier this year then?"

I thought for a moment as I rubbed my arms. Why had I really?

"I dunno ... I just felt like something was missing ..."

"Sarah?"

I fidgeted a little, "Yeah."

"Anything else?"

"Not really."

"Were you jealous of what she might be doing?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, already knowing he was hitting the 
mark.

"Well, I know the two of you and Pam were playing together at 
times ..."

"You mean having sex together."

He grinned.

"Figures you knew that," I groaned, and then snickered at him.

He asked, "So, were you jealous of what Sarah might be doing? ... 
Sexually?"

I scrunched my lips and nodded as he looked over at me.

"She still will be, you know."

"Yeah, but we talk about everything now," I stated, and then 
wondered just how true that really was. I wasn't telling Sarah 
quite everything. I mean, we all have our own secrets about some 
things.

"And so you're not worried about your best friend now?"

"Yeah, I mean, I don't mind that she's into things. I just don't 
want to be completely left out."

"That's not likely to ever happen again."

"It better not," I grumbled. He chuckled.

"Listen, Mel, about your being a cheerleader, while I was never 
around them while growing up, I heard enough stories ..."

"That they're sluts?"

"That some are."

"So it's wrong now to be a slut? You know that by most people's 
definition, I am one."

He took a deep breath, "There is nothing wrong with being 
sexually active if you know how to handle it. But unfortunately, 
people love to judge, especially people looking in from outside."

"Are you worried I'll be known as a slut?"

"Yes, I am. I don't mind you having sex, if you're smart about 
it. But everyone doesn't need to know all of your business."

"I can't control what people say though."

"You can at least keep things to a rumor level. Don't give them 
something they can broadcast. If you decide to get involved in 
parties that involve sex, make sure the people involved are 
people you can trust not to blab around about it."

I nodded, and then asked, "Has someone told you what the 
cheerleaders do?"

"Penny and Kari."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in disgust.

"Honey, they didn't do it to get you in trouble. Quite the 
opposite."

I glared at him.

"Melissa, you have to be smart about things. You're a very 
sexually active girl compared to most your age. Your classmates 
don't need to know that."

"So now I have to pretend I'm someone I'm not?" I petulantly 
replied.

"I'm not saying that. What I am saying is that you don't have to 
advertise your 'business' to everyone. Sex should be a private 
thing between those involved. The world doesn't need to get 
updates about it."

"I get it," I admitted. "You're right. And I'll be careful."

"Baby girl, teens can be absolutely ruthless in destroying a 
girl’s reputation. Just one example, sweetie. There was a very 
popular girl in my grade. She went on a date with a guy who in my 
opinion was a real jerk. He proved that he was, too."

"What did he do to her?"

"He drove with her to a well-known make-out spot. He had arranged 
ahead of time for a friend to be there hiding in the bushes. When 
the jerk was kissing her, he talked her into taking off her top 
and bra, showing him her tits. She left them exposed as they made 
out some more. He played with her tits and sucked each of them 
some.

"Nothing else that can be considered sexual happened on that date 
between the two of them. But his friend in hiding was able to 
take a few Polaroid pictures of the two kissing while the girl 
had her tits exposed, and one with him sucking a nipple. With the 
radio playing, she didn't hear the camera."

"There are probably a lot of sex pictures and videos of me around 
already, Daddy."

"Only people we trust have those. And for now we intend to keep 
it that way."

"Peter has some of those in his album too."

Daddy chuckled. "And he will fiercely protect those and your 
reputation. Why do you think we don’t want you to share that 
album with any of your friends? Didn't Maggie talk about that 
with you?"

"Oh," I suddenly understood why she had been so adamant about 
that.

"Okay, so what about the Clarks?" I asked. "They've shared pics 
of me with friends. And the rest of the adults that have them?"

"We trust all of them, like they trust us with their pictures and 
videos of them and their kids."

I could only hope that he and Mom knew what they were doing.

"So what happened with the Polaroid pictures the jerk had?"

"Well, the two guys showed them around implying that a little 
more had happened. People who saw those pictures believed she had 
fucked not only the guy she was on the date with, but did a 
threesome with the guy who took the pictures."

"That totally blows," I sympathetically said.

He paused for a second. "I hope you’ll be careful and not get 
yourself into bad situations."

"I'll be careful. I promise."

"Just be smart. Listen to Penny and Kari. They really do want to 
help you and Sarah."

I nodded.

I then teased him, "I hope you never got involved in doing 
something like that to a girl."

He chuckled. "No, baby girl, I never did anything like that! I 
guess that’s one advantage of being brought up like I was. My 
father would’ve ripped my head off if I had gotten caught in a 
scandal like that at school. So I stayed clear.

"Like I’ve told you before, I associated mostly with kids from 
our church. And they didn’t do anything openly sexual, at least 
not around me. I don’t know what all went on behind closed doors, 
but we just didn’t talk together about that kind of stuff at 
all."

"I hate you grew up like that, Daddy," I said, reaching over to 
touch his arm.

"I know you want to show your independence more, but be open to 
your friends' advice."

"I will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."


******


"So any more secrets you would like to share with me, Daddy?" I 
grinned at him, batting my eyelashes several times.

"None at this time."

"You know you can talk to me about stuff like that now. I'm 
already about as corrupted as a kid can be," I giggled.

"Well ... since you brought up Sarah ..."

"Will you talk with me about her?" I asked. "She's told me so 
much already. It's not like you're gonna really shock me with 
anything."

"Are you sure you really want to know?"

I nodded.

"Actually, there isn't a whole lot to tell that you aren't a 
least aware of ..."

"Where did you take her parking at?"

"Your mom and I took her to the park along the river ..."

"No, not then. Sarah told me you took her alone to a wooded area 
last Tuesday."

Daddy fought off a smile, "It's a place not very far away. It's a 
private, safe place."

"Are you gonna keep it a secret from me?"

"A father can't have some secrets?" he said, feigning being 
offended.

"Not when it involves my best friend."

"Remember, I'm a benevolent co-dictator."

"Daddy ..." I started saying, giving him the evil eye.

"The property belongs to the Taylors. It's sort of their little 
playground they let their closest friends use."

"What's so special about it?"

"It's totally secluded and private."

"What all is on the property?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Daddy!"

"What? I can't have some surprises for you?"

"Depends on how long before I find out."

"Like I said, soon enough."

I scrunched my lips. Obviously he was determined to spring some 
kind of surprise on me when he was good and ready. I already knew 
who to go to for the scoop - Anna Taylor. She seemed willing 
enough to tell me things lately.

"Will you take me there when we get back?" I asked.

"Yes, but when the time is right."

"And how soon will that be?" I grumbled.

"Sometime over the next few weeks," he smiled.

He was going to be as vague about this as he could. The place 
better live up to the agonizing suspense of my waiting! I guessed 
it was something to look forward to.

"So you fucked my best friend in the woods?" I asked, trying to 
shock him again.

"We had some fun ..."

"She likes fucking you, you know."

"She said that?"

"Uh huh."

He seemed to really like hearing that too.

I added, "She likes doing things with you and Mom."

"You like doing things with the Clarks, right?"

"Yeah, I'm not complaining," I grinned.

"You're not? Hold the phone!"

I giggled.

"Seriously?" he asked. "You have no complaint with what your 
mother and I are doing with Sarah? No jealousy at all?"

"Well ..."

"It's okay, sweetie. To be honest, I'm rather jealous of Bob and 
Colleen," he said, reaching to pat my leg.

I smiled. I was jealous still, but with that admission, I could 
live with it.

"I had fun last night," he added a few moments later.

"With the Clarks?"

"With you."

"I did too ... especially late last night," I blushed. "I hope we 
can do that again."

"If you want."

"So it is always up to me?"

"At least for now."

"Why? I won't mind if you come on to me."

"Things are still too new ..."

"But I'm okay with it!"

"I won't risk you thinking you are when you really might not be."

I looked at him, puzzled.

"Honey, I won't risk doing something I can't undo. If I hurt you 
in some way by something I do, all the heartfelt apologies in the 
world won't undo it. Bob and Colleen went easy with you this 
summer because you were just getting started. Just like the 
Walcotts and your mother went easy with Sarah last year.

"Also, honey, we have to be careful not to cross the line 
together. Your mother is trusting us, but she is really trusting 
you not to push me into something."

"Like I could," I flatly stated.

"Your mother and I aren’t going to continue making the mistake of 
underestimating you when you set your mind on something."

He smiled and I blushed.

He glanced over at me and continued, "In time, after we both find 
each other's boundaries, I'll do more of what you want."

I nodded.

"I'll even come on to you," he grinned. "And just so you know, 
your mother is struggling with how far to go with your brother."

"Well, you know Mom does practically everything with me."

"I disagree. While your mom feels safer doing sexual acts with 
you as opposed to Jamie, she hasn't really let herself completely 
go with you the way she does with other young girls ... like 
Sarah. Your mom can do things with Sarah and not worry so much 
about the repercussions from the possibility of Sarah thinking 
less of her or losing some of her respect.

"She just can't afford to risk that with you and Jamie as she 
does with others. So while she may seem to let go with you, she 
will usually catch herself and rein things in."

He was right. Mom had this habit of shutting down as things 
became intense between us while playing together. She seemed to 
do it less with Daddy involved.

I definitely made a mental note of that!

Daddy continued, "I can let go with Sarah while pretending with 
her in ways I would like to with you."

"Please try to tonight. Please?"

"You're gonna have to promise to help me not cross the line."

"I don't want to hurt Mom. I won't let us break her rules."

"As much as I want to really let go with you, I just can't let it 
happen because of the possibility of the consequences and long-
term effects on our family ..."

He might think he could not let it happen, but I was so 
determined to push the limits on this trip!

"... The same holds true for your mother with Jamie. She is 
careful about the things she says and does with him. She can't 
afford to lose the respect of her kids just for some sexual 
thrills. I can't either."

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, and then stared out the side 
window as we continued down the highway.

I was lucky to have a father like him. Some would say he should 
be locked away, but I knew better. He was a swinger along with 
Mom. That's what swingers did - have sex with others. I was just 
a lot younger than he would be expected to have sex with.

Yeah, he was taking advantage of the chance to fool around with 
me and other young girls. Did that really make it wrong, 
especially with no one being forced?

I knew what sex was all about. Besides making babies, it was fun 
to do! I knew all about safe sex and avoiding pregnancies. I knew 
more about how to take care of myself than probably most girls my 
age who were still virgins.

I could understand having laws to protect kids not as fortunate 
to have parents like mine. In a way, it made what I was doing all 
the more exciting - doing something I wasn't supposed to.

I realized Daddy still hadn't told me anything about fucking 
Sarah like I had asked. If nothing else, at least he wasn't one 
of those guys who liked to brag to anyone who would listen. I 
felt sure he would keep the things that happened between us to 
himself as well ... he would share them with Mom, of course.


******


The drive was going by fast with us talking about so much. I 
decided to ask even more about the things I had been obsessed 
with lately.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"How long have you been doing things with Pam?"

"Since late last year."

"Not before then?" I skeptically asked.

He shook his head, "Contrary to what you probably think, Pam 
wasn't that involved with adults outside of her family until 
then."

"Seriously?" I skeptically asked.

"She was first involved with her parents, and then began having 
sex with the Walcotts last fall. I think part of the reason she 
spent so much time with the Walcotts is she had a crush on Mike."

"So she was trying to get to Mike by fucking his parents?"

"Who knows?" Daddy chuckled, "Pam has always had her own way 
about things."

"Ain't that the truth," I muttered.

"She did get the guy though," Daddy reminded me.

That she did.

He continued, "But to be honest, her involvement with Brent and 
Terri is much like Kari's with the Rayners. It was somewhat 
natural for Pam to be mentored by them."

"Even though she lost her virginity to her own father?"

"It’s hard for a parent to do that. Terri and Brent were the 
perfect mentors for her at the time, given what was going on 
between all of them."

I couldn't resist the urge to ask, "How many times have you had 
sex with her?"

He looked at me with a weird smile, "Are you keeping score?"

"No ... I was just wondering ..."

"I really don't think that is any of your business. Do you?"

I shrugged and sank down in my seat a little.

"For your information, I've been with her around a half dozen 
times, possibly a few more than that. And sometimes it was more 
than once when we were together."

"When was the first time?"

"It was during a blindfold game at the Walcotts."

"Did she go to all the club parties?"

"She started going late last year. And I didn't fuck her every 
time either."

"Why not?"

He laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Damned if I do ..."

"I didn't mean it like that," I insisted. "I was just wondering 
is all."

"Does the number of times and where really matter?"

I shrugged.

"You'll catch up to her fast."

"Not with you," I very softly said, which he didn't hear.


******


Daddy’s cell phone rang. He had connected it to the stereo system 
so he could drive with his hands free. He hushed me before he 
answered.

"Greg Livingston speaking."

"Hi, Mr. Livingston, this is Barbara from Mr. Salintano’s office. 
May I put you through to him?"

"Hi, Barbara, please do."

A second later I heard Daddy’s boss on the phone. I had met him 
once when Daddy had taken me to see where he worked a couple of 
years ago.

"Good morning, Greg. How is traffic?"

"Good morning, Alex, traffic is good, no problem."

Daddy and his boss and some other people from his company talked 
about the meetings this afternoon and something about a deal he 
was supposed to close. I didn’t really understand what it was all 
about. I was so proud of my daddy. I got the impression that he 
had his stuff straight.

Then Mr. Salintano was on the phone again. "Alright, Greg. 
Anything else anybody?"

"I’ve got things covered, Alex."

"Greg," Daddy’s boss sounded very serious. "I don’t have to tell 
you what this contract would mean for the whole project and also 
for our company." He paused for a second. "And of course for you 
personally, too."

"I know Alex." Daddy looked suddenly pretty somber.

Oh shit, did that mean he would get fired if he couldn’t close 
the deal? I would have to ask him. Perhaps I should have let him 
get more sleep last night. What would happen to us if Daddy lost 
his job?

I thought of all the money my parents had spent on me lately. I 
thought of Peter’s birthday gift, the toys from the Formon's 
store, and the clothes Mom had gotten me for the trip to my 
grandparents. Then there was the new couch. And I would need new 
school clothes.

Now Daddy was spending a lot of money to take me along. Just 
because I had been such a whiny little bitch about Sarah having 
been on those two trips with him.

Oh crap, I thought of Kari telling me about the one girl in 
school getting mobbed when her father had lost his job.

We might even have to move if Daddy lost his job. I wondered what 
would happen to me and Peter then.

I said a quick prayer for Daddy. I felt a little strange praying 
after all the things I had done this summer. Lusting after my 
father was one of my worst sins. I hoped God would look past that 
and help him later that day.

"Good Luck, Greg. A lot of people here are crossing their fingers 
for you."

I would be one of them, too.

"Thanks, Alex."

"Bye, Greg. Call me as soon as you get out of the meetings."

"I will. Bye, Alex."

Daddy clicked off the phone. He looked at me and grinned. "They 
don’t know that I have my good-luck charm with me. So what can go 
wrong?"

I gave him my best smile. I didn’t want him to know that I was 
worried. I didn’t dare to think of even more bad things that 
could happen if the deal fell through. But his positive attitude 
relaxed me some.

Daddy drove quietly for a few minutes, drumming his thumbs on the 
steering wheel. He seemed deep in thought. I could only guess 
what went through his mind. His boss had certainly put some 
pressure on him.

We entered the outskirts of Atlanta and traffic was picking up as 
we got closer to downtown.

As we drove into downtown Atlanta, I didn't have a clue where I 
was until I saw a familiar street name - Peachtree Street.

"Are we there yet?"

"Almost."

"Are you ever going to tell me where we're staying?"

"Sure," he smiled.

I wanted to say 'smart ass', but having Daddy wrapped around my 
finger didn't mean he couldn't use his own hand on my butt. So I 
kept my mouth shut.

A few minutes later, Daddy pulled up in front of the Colton Grand 
Hotel. I don’t know much about hotels, but I knew this wasn't a 
cheap one.

A man helped us with our overnight bags while another took our 
car to park it. Daddy gave them both a tip. This place was first 
class all the way.

Walking through the lobby was almost intimidating. I couldn't 
help but think about Tammy. I bet she had stayed in plenty of 
places like this with her family.

After Daddy checked us in at the front desk, another man helped 
us up to our room.

We rode the elevator up to the twenty-fourth floor.

When we entered our room, the man turned on the lights. I quickly 
realized we didn't just have a room. First of all, we didn't walk 
into a 'room', but instead a foyer with hardwood floors!

As we walked out of the foyer, the man went to open some drapes 
on the windows.

"Whoa!" I softly exclaimed, looking around. I thought I was in a 
house! Our room was actually a suite. A HUGE suite!

The man asked Daddy where we would like our bags. He told him in 
the bedroom.

I grabbed my father's arm. "My Gawd, Daddy," I softly said.

The man led us around, briefly showing us things. The suite had a 
separate living room and bedroom. There were several areas to 
sit. Both the living area and bedroom had TVs with DVD players. 
In the living room there was also a refreshment center with an 
honor bar.

He showed us the marble bathroom with a glass enclosed walk-in 
shower with a rain shower head, and a soaking tub with a Jacuzzi.

The man finally asked if there was anything else he could do for 
us. I watched Daddy tip the man before he left.

"How much did you give that man?"

"He's a bellman, baby girl."

"Well, the bellman then?"

"Ten."

"Ten dollars?! For doing in five minutes what you almost give me 
for a whole week?!"

"We give you twenty, missy, and I'm not sure that he didn't do 
more in five minutes than you do all week," he teased.

I gave him my bestest evil glare, but only for a few seconds. I 
was more curious about the suite!

As I glanced around, Daddy went into what was actually the 
bedroom to get ready for his meeting.

I casually walked around, and asked, "Is your company paying for 
this?"

"I can put part of it on an expense account, the rest I'm paying 
for."

"This place isn't cheap, Daddy," I insisted, exploring around 
more as I did.

"I don't mind the additional cost. I wanted to bring you to one 
of the best hotels in town."

I felt totally flattered he would do that. I didn't even know 
what to say. I think my face told him though when he began 
smiling at me.

A few moments later, "Honey, I've arranged for room service to 
bring you whatever you want. Just use the number by the phone and 
let them know what suite number."

"I can get whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want, but keep in mind that you're going out for 
lunch."

"Who am I going with though?"

"Mrs. Wilson."

"Who is she?"

"A friend who lives in town."

I began to ask who the hell she really was, but was interrupted, 
"I’ll leave a message with the front desk to call you when she 
gets here. So answer the phone when it rings."

"And I just go down to meet her? I don't even know what she looks 
like!"

I pictured a nanny in a brown coat, flat lace-up shoes, and a 
dowdy hat that birds would love to land on. I took a deep breath 
to hide my disappointment.

"No, she'll come up to the room to get you. The call from the 
front desk is to let you know she is on her way up. So you need 
to stay here until then to take the call and not wander around 
the hotel. She'll look after you during the afternoon."

I was gonna have a babysitter for the afternoon. A Mrs. 
Doubtfire! Yay me! I bet she wouldn't be near as fun as Mrs. 
Doubtfire though! Probably wouldn't even have the fun accent 
either. She would probably make me read a book and then do 
chores. Grrr!

He apparently could read my mood.

"You'll have a good time," he smiled. "Trust me."

Given how I had totally misjudged Doris, I honestly wasn't sure 
what to expect. The suite was so neat and if I didn’t like her I 
would just act tired and stay in bed.

Daddy was stripping so he could freshen up and I decided to 
change, too, just in case I was wrong about this Mrs. Wilson.

When I had my clothes off, I couldn't resist walking up behind 
him, pressing my nude body to his, and stripping down his 
underwear. I reached around and fondled his dick, gently stroking 
it. It became hard in an instant.

"Sweetie, it feels terrific," he said after a short time, "but I 
just don't have time to play with you now and get ready. We’ll 
have time to play tonight. Promise."

I reluctantly let go of my daddy’s dick and let him finish 
dressing.

Feeling frisky, I took the shirt he had worn on the trip and put 
it on. I loved the way it smelled of my daddy. He couldn't take 
his eyes off me as I walked around, posing for him in nothing but 
his shirt.

"Baby girl, you're sexy as hell, but I really need to ..."

I touched his arm, "I'll be good, for now, and let you get 
ready," I sweetly told him and left the bedroom, looking over my 
shoulder at him as I did. He stared at me the whole time.

I walked around, feeling sexy wearing just his shirt in a hotel 
suite. I went over to the window and looked out. I knew no one 
could see me, but it was fun pretending someone might.

After a short time, Daddy finally came out of the bedroom.

"Okay, sweetie, I need to leave."

"Am I supposed to stay here for now?"

"Until the front desk calls. Now give me a kiss for luck."

I took his face with my hands and gave him a long lingering 
passionate kiss. When we parted, he looked flustered.

"Go get'um, tiger," I said, grinning. He smiled and mussed up my 
hair again, and kissed my forehead.

And then he was gone.


******


Flouncing on the huge bed, I let Daddy's shirt fall open around 
me. If Daddy had been able to stay longer, we could've played 
together a while. I hoped he would be as lucky in the meetings as 
he would've been with me!

The night was gonna be lucky for me. I just knew it. After 
everything we talked about during the drive, he knew he could 
really let go with me. If he didn't, I would make sure to remind 
him.

I just prayed his meetings would work out. If they didn't, the 
night would probably be a bust. He had worked so hard though. It 
just had to pay off for him, especially with as much as I had 
sacrificed by not having him around!

It would. I was confident. He was my daddy.

Thinking more about the upcoming night, I snuggled his shirt 
around me tighter. It was his shirt and I was his little girl. I 
was his only little girl. I would always be special like that to 
him.

My pussy tingled thinking about how close we were becoming. Pam 
would know some of how I felt. She and her father had a different 
kind of relationship though. Theirs was one of enjoying sex for 
the sake of sex. That's how Peter described it with his mom. They 
weren't as emotionally intimate with it like I was becoming with 
Daddy.

But I seriously envied that Pam could fuck her father. It was 
like she was always one up on me. Ugh!

One day, I swore to myself. One day.

After lying there a little bit, I decided to explore a little 
more before I needed to freshen up myself.

I went to the refreshment area and honor bar. It had snacks, 
water, soft drinks, wine, beer, champagne, and liquor. I knew the 
prices were probably crazy though! Even though I was hungry, I 
decided to wait on Mrs. Wilson.

If all went well for Daddy, maybe he would let me get a little 
wasted with him later. That could be a good and bad thing though. 
If we both got wasted, I wasn't sure Mom would be happy with the 
outcome of our night together.

I was gonna have to be the responsible one, because I knew I 
could fuck him if I really wanted. He would resist, but given a 
whole night to work with, I had no doubt I could have him 
pounding away at my pussy well before the sun came up.

I took something nice to wear with me into the en suite. I wish I 
had a bathroom connected to my bedroom at home!

Fortunately my hair didn't need a lot of work. It was usually 
easy to manage anyway. I wasn't into makeup that much either. 
Mostly I stood there combing my hair and staring at myself.

I turned to the side to look at my profile. I stared at the shape 
of my breasts. As much as I wished my tits were bigger, the size 
they were now actually did work for me.

My teammates were all really close to the same size. It worked 
great for gymnastics.

The main point was Peter didn't mind that they were small. He 
liked them. I smirked at myself in the mirror. I had a great 
boyfriend and a bunch of men drooling over me.

Bob had told Daddy I had the hottest young body, the sweetest 
young tits, the sexiest round ass on top of the hottest long legs 
for my size, as well as the sweetest tightest little girl pussy 
ever. I reached behind me and popped a butt cheek. I doubted I 
would ever forget those words.

So why should I fret over my tits? I knew I would be cursing my 
lack of boobage again, probably before the day was even over. 
Argh!

I frowned at my reflection. If it were only so easy. I knew how 
teen boys stared at girls like Becky. And she wasn't the only 
one. Guys in school liked girls with big boobs. I wondered if it 
was like a secret competition between them as to whose could hook 
up with the biggest tits.

I sighed and finished dressing.

Before I had a chance to check out the room some more, the front 
desk called that Mrs. Wilson was downstairs to see me. I told the 
receptionist to send her up. I felt like a real big shot doing 
that. I stuck my arms out and twirled around. I was the lady of 
the house!

I still didn’t know why a strange woman would want to spend the 
afternoon taking me around town though.

I opened the door when she knocked.

"Hi, Melissa. I'm Mrs. Wilson."

She came in and we sat down on the couch. Well, she wasn't a 
dowdy old babysitter. She was about Mom's age, very pretty and 
well dressed. I was glad I had packed some nicer clothes to wear 
in Atlanta like Mom had suggested.

Seeing her at first I thought she might be all snooty. But she 
was really nice and friendly.

We made some small talk and she suggested we drop the 
formalities.

"Please call me by my first name, Melissa, It’s ‘Nikki’. Well, 
actually it’s ‘Nicole’, but everybody has called me ‘Nikki’ since 
forever."

"Thank you, Nikki," I replied. "How do you know my father?"

"I've known Greg since college. That's where I met Andrea as 
well. I understand your mother recently mentioned me to you."

She looked at me expectantly. I didn’t dare give her my usual 
‘what’ look. Mom had asked me to be on my best behavior.

Suddenly something clicked in my sex-soaked brain. She had said 
that she’d known my parents since college and that her name was 
‘Nikki’.

Could it be?!

"May I ask," I paused, "how you met my mom?"

She smiled. "We met during our first year. In fact, I shared the 
same dorm room with Andrea that year."

Oh, my Gawd! I had just met Mom’s roommate from her freshman 
year!

Mom had told me that Nikki had been heavily into sex. I wondered 
if she still was. I pinched my arm. What if she had gotten 
married and become a faithful wife with a house full of kids?

"We’ve kept in touch since then. Your mom and I have gotten 
together often, but not so much the past number of years ..."

I wondered just how well she actually knew Mom now!

"... We used to live in Columbia, and your parents visited us 
there a few times when you were still a toddler. You’ve certainly 
grown into a beautiful young lady."

I blushed. "Thank you, Nikki."

"Well, what would you like to do this afternoon, Melissa?"

"I’m sure there is a lot to do in Atlanta. I think I'll let you 
decide."

"You look like a shopper to me. How about it?"

"That would be cool!"

"Your mother thought you might like to go shopping with me. She 
mentioned you needed some new school clothes."

"I’d like that very much."

I thought of the fun with Doris when she had taken me to the 
mall. Certainly the malls in Atlanta would be much bigger than 
the one in Albany.

"But how about starting with lunch first?" she asked. "You must 
be starving. We can talk some more about my old times while we 
eat, and you tell me some about yourself."

"That sounds great."

"Then we'll take a short tour through Atlanta to see some of the 
sights before we’ll hit a few of my favorite shopping places. 
Does that sound like a plan?"

"That sounds exciting." Now I was really glad Daddy had taken me 
along to Atlanta!

"Well then, if you’re ready, let’s go. I have a car downstairs."

I grabbed my purse and room key and followed Nikki to the 
elevators and downstairs.


******


She had a town car with a driver waiting in front of the hotel. I 
was definitely impressed. Some people were really going out of 
their way to let me have a good time.

I had to ask Daddy who had arranged all of this.

It was so cool riding in a car like that. It was my first time 
riding in something like it.

"We're having lunch in a downtown club. My husband is a member 
there. They make the best chicken Caesar’s salad in town."

I hadn’t had one of those in while. I suddenly felt very hungry.

After arriving, a young impeccably dressed young woman greeted us 
and ushered us to our table.

The dark wood paneling and large chandeliers hanging from the 
high ceiling were impressive. The guests, mostly men in business 
suits, were speaking in hushed voices. Nikki nodded to some of 
them, apparently they were people she knew.

I felt so totally out of place. Now I knew why Mom had suggested 
to wear some nicer clothes in Atlanta.

Our hostess seated us near a window overlooking the patio in the 
courtyard of the building. There was even a fountain on the 
patio.

A waiter handed us menus. "Like I said, the chicken Caesar’s 
salad is worth dying for, but you may choose anything that’s on 
the menu."

"I think I’ll have that. I don’t want to stuff myself. Daddy is 
taking me out to dinner tonight."

We both ordered the salad. I settled for some ice tea, and Nikki 
had a glass of wine, a ‘sauvi’ something or another.

"So how has your summer been, Melissa?"

"Very busy."

Nikki laughed. "Your mother mentioned it has also been very 
exciting. I hear you went nude camping for the first time."

I blushed.

She continued, "That’s something I've wanted to do. Jake, my 
husband, and I have talked about it. Maybe someday."

I didn't know if she had kids, but I started to ask if she would 
take them along. I didn't get the chance though.

"Your mother told me you've been quite curious about her past."

"What all did my mom tell you about me?"

Nikki laughed. "She said that you’re very curious and adventurous 
and that you have become a very attractive young lady."

"She said all that?" I asked unbelievingly.

"And a little more. Seems you picked up a very nice boyfriend, 
too. What's his name?"

I smiled. "Peter is my boyfriend, I like him a lot."

"Just like him?"

I looked down a little embarrassed. "I love him."

Nikki chuckled. "That’s sounds more like it. Your mom also 
mentioned that you learned a lot this summer about life and love, 
both rather intimately."

I looked at her wide-eyed. She and Mom had to be a lot closer 
than I had suspected for her to tell Nikki that! I didn’t know 
how I felt about it.

"She mentioned that you like girls as well as boys."

I looked at her wide-eyed, totally embarrassed.

She leaned forward and in a conspiring tone said, "Melissa, I 
like women as well as men, too."

I couldn’t believe she was that open with me!

"I love pussy almost as much as I love a hard cock!" she brazenly 
stated.

I was rather speechless at her sudden boldness with me.

"Did I shock you?" she grinned.

"A little ..." I sheepishly replied.

"I adore the way you blush!" she blurted out, which caused me to 
blush even more.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. I know I'm being very forward, 
but I want you to feel that you can relax around me and be 
yourself. It'll help while we're shopping."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, one of the places we're going will have outfits you 
probably won't be wearing just anyplace, if you know what I 
mean," she smiled. "There will be things you can wear for Peter 
... and for a few of your other close friends. Like Sarah ... and 
Pam ... and what was her name ... oh, Jennifer, the girl with the 
major crush on you!"

I couldn't believe she even knew some of my friends' names!

"You must still be pretty close to Mom for her to tell you all 
that about me."

"Melissa," she took my hands, "your mother and I were very close 
in college. Even though we haven’t spent a lot of time with each 
other the last eight or nine years, we’ve kept in touch."

"Have we ever met before?" I asked.

"Yes, but not that you would likely remember. I saw you a few 
times when you were a little tyke."

I nodded. "Mom mentioned that a few days ago."

"Your mom and I talk about our families. I have children, too. 
Three of them, two boys and one girl. She is the pickle in the 
middle." We both chuckled. "And sometimes we reminisce about our 
college days."

"I bet they were pretty wild."

Nikki laughed. "Yes, I guess you could say that. Most students in 
those days, when cut loose from their parents, wanted to 
experiment. So they were all open to trying sex in all its many 
facets. Your mother and I certainly were. She says you remind her 
of herself in that you’re quite daring, too."

I grinned.

"One time, Andrea walked in on me when I was deep into a sixty-
nine with a guy she had ditched the week before. As she came into 
the dorm room, she was pulling a guy behind her by his cock 
sticking out of his pants."

"Seriously?!"

"Your mom was very daring for a freshman! She had taken his cock 
out of his pants while coming down the hall. It was a coed dorm 
though. And at that time of the evening, it wasn't unusual to see 
some wild things. A partially naked guy or girl running to their 
room. But not usually something that bold!"

I snickered picturing the scene.

“The guy, who was with your mom, lost his hard-on in a hurry when 
he realized that I was a in the room, too, because I had just 
ditched him a few weeks ago.

"It turned into a wild night with us fucking both guys." She 
laughed.

"You did the guy you ditched as well?"

"After things got going, no one cared who might have ditched who, 
or who was now with whom. They were two horny guys with two naked 
and very horny coeds. We really did a number on them, too. They 
were totally worn out when they left in the early hours of the 
morning."

We both giggled.

"Andrea and I were a little sore for a couple of days, too. Dorm 
rooms are small, and we ended up in awkward positions more than 
once with the four of us. We often laughed about that night."

Just then our salads were being served and we started to eat. I 
couldn't believe she was telling me about the sex she and Mom had 
gotten into in college. I wondered just how much she knew about 
everything my family was involved in.

I then asked, "Did you know Colleen well?"

"I got to know Colleen very well, too. She and your mom were 
almost like twins. And then Doris became part of the team."

Nikki was full of surprises. "Have you made out with them, too?"

She nodded. "Of course, they were very attractive and horny 
girls. Why, should I have ignored them?"

I shook my head. I would have liked to ask her more about Mom 
during her college days, but wasn't really sure what all she knew 
about Mom during that time. It was obvious they were closer than 
Mom had let on, which made me wonder what else Mom hadn't told me 
about yet.

I decided to wait on asking Nikki anything and see if she would 
reveal more on her own. I certainly didn’t want to accidentally 
say anything that could reveal Mom's involvement with the OCS or 
her porn career.

Nikki interrupted my thoughts, "I understand that Doris has been 
a real friend for you and your mother."

"Yes, she has been. Mom and I weren’t talking this summer. It got 
really, really bad. Doris got us to open up to each other. We 
talk all the time now about so many things. I really like Doris. 
And her husband, too."

Nikki laughed. "I’ve heard you’ve enjoyed his specialty already."

I almost dropped my fork and coughed trying to avoid choking on a 
piece of chicken.

"Did Mom tell you that too?" I croaked.

Nikki chuckled at my reaction. She seemed to enjoy shocking me. 
"Andrea also mentioned that you’ve learned a lot from Colleen and 
Bob."

I shook my head. I had thought that nothing would surprise me 
anymore, but I sat there absolutely stunned. I had thought of 
Nikki Wilson as a complete stranger, but I found out how much she 
already knew about me.

"Nikki, should you be talking to me like this?! We both could get 
in trouble! I'm not sure I should even be saying anything about 
this!"

She leaned forward again and said quietly, "Don’t worry, Melissa, 
my husband and I are swingers, too. We are part of a very secret 
club. A very special club, just like your parents are."

"So you know my parents are ..."

"Having sex with others?" She more quietly, "And their kids?"

I stared at her even more wide-eyed. I did nod though.

"Don't worry, honey. Your mother said it was fine to talk with 
you about all of it."

Whoa. Now I did have some questions!

"Do your kids ...?" I left it hanging.

"Participate?"

I nodded.

"They do. And I understand that you are about to officially join 
the Hidden Valley club?"

I nodded, afraid to say anything out loud.

"Are you looking forward to it?" she asked.

"I think so," I quietly replied. "But I’m also a little nervous."

"That’s to be expected. All first times are a little nerve-
wrecking. Finished?"

Nikki paid and we left after going to the restrooms.


******


She gave the driver directions. She gave me some explanations as 
we drove by the Centennial Olympic Park, the World of Coca-Cola 
Pavilion, and the State Capitol and some others.

"Enough sightseeing, let’s go shopping. First place we're going 
is to Lenox Square."

I found out that it is a really big upscale shopping mall located 
in the Buckhead district. They have many of the places I usually 
like to shop at, but also some sweet designer stores as well. 
Nikki was most helpful pointing out some outfits she thought I 
might like. She said she learned a lot from following her 
daughter around from store to store.

I found a lot of clothes that I had been thinking about. At first 
I kept putting things back because of some of the prices, but 
Nikki began taking them right back off the rack and making me at 
least try them on. She talked me into not worrying about the 
prices if we both liked how they fit me.

The whole time she was doing that, I wondered who was going to be 
paying for everything. I certainly couldn't!

"Nikki, I don't have near enough money for all the stuff I'm 
getting."

"Don’t worry about it, darling. It’s covered."

"Who is covering it? Are you?"

Nikki chuckled. "No, Melissa. That would be a bit much, don’t you 
think?"

I nodded.

"Your parents are taking care of it."

"Did Daddy slip you his credit card?"

Nikki laughed. "Just like your mother, curious as anything. No, 
he didn’t. But you can relax, he will pay me back for what I’m 
putting on my card for you."

I hugged her. "I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to think I was 
expecting you to pay when I couldn't."

"You're very thoughtful, sweetie. But not to worry now. Let's 
look at some more stuff!"

After a while though, I began to really push back, knowing I was 
spending way too much of my parents’ money.

"Honey, you're fine. I promise."

"If Daddy doesn't kill me, Mom will," I protested.

"I know for a fact they won't."

"How?" I curiously asked.

"Your Mom gave me an absolute spending limit. You're not there 
yet."

"But how will I know when I'm spending too much?"

"I'll let you know when you might want to begin being a bit more 
... selective. Now, I just know you're going to want some shoes 
and I know just the place ..." she was saying as she led me off 
to spend a lot more money.

I just smiled and shrugged. I really hoped my parents weren't 
trying to make up for the money they had spent on Sarah. It was 
seriously overkill if they were. But I wasn't going to complain 
if they were!

I did pick out a couple of things I thought Sarah would like too. 
It's what a best friend would do, and she was that ... and maybe 
even a cousin!

I did finally reach the 'selective' point, but by then I was 
going to be one well-dressed chica for the upcoming school year.

After I became more selective about what I chose to buy, Nikki 
grabbed a few things I had put back."

"I can't get those tops and these too ..."

"These are on me. Consider them a gift for being such a fun 
shopper to hang out with."

I hugged and thanked her.

She added, "Plus, I can't go shopping and not spend any money at 
all!"

We both giggled.

As we left Lennox Square, I looked at all the bags we were 
carrying. I sure hoped that Daddy closed the deal. I said a 
little prayer again. My parents were spending a lot of money on 
me. The hotel suite and now this.

I then decided not to take any price tags off very quickly in 
case Daddy freaked out at the bill.

"We have one more place to go," Nikki stated. The driver seemed 
to know exactly where that was too.

From the outside, it was a modest sized clothing boutique. It was 
rather discrete looking though. I figured it was probably a 
really special designer one for Nikki to want to bring me to it.

Once we were inside, though, I realized I wouldn't be getting 
much to wear for school.

"This is one of my favorite places," Nikki beamed.

I could see why. It was a very intimate apparel boutique! And I 
do mean very intimate. Glancing around, I knew it wasn't cheap 
stuff either.

A sales lady came over and hugged Nikki.

"Melissa, this is Sonya Dixon."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Dixon," I said.

"It is lovely to meet you, darling. And please call me Sonya."

She definitely was a southern girl! Well, girl as a figure of 
speech. She was all woman. She was probably about in her mid-
fifties I guessed. She looked beautiful for any age though.

"So you're Andrea's daughter," she continued, "You're just as 
beautiful as your mother, dear."

I blushed, and of course it was commented on by them.

"Let me take care of the door and we won't be disturbed."

"What's going on?" I asked as Sonya walked to the entrance of the 
store.

"She's closing the store."

"Why?"

"You're the rock star, sweetie."

"Beg your pardon?"

"The store is yours to shop in, sweetie."

Whoa!

"Every girl needs to look her best at her first real swinger 
party," Nikki said, grinning.

"You've got things I can wear?" I asked Sonya, completely 
surprised.

"I sure do, sweetie."

And shop I did. Both Sonya and Nikki picked out things for me to 
try on. Everything from sexy dresses to daring bras and panties. 
Even garter belts and lacy gloves!

I tried on a skimpy bra that didn't cover my nipples, along with 
a matching pair of panties that left my pussy completely exposed 
and barely covered my ass at all. They were both completely sheer 
and left little to the imagination. I decided I wanted that set.

Then I put on a red shelf bra with matching string panties that 
Nikki had picked out for me. I liked the way the light padding 
made my breasts look a little fuller. The matching panties barely 
covered my pussy hair. Sonya then handed me a pair of red stay-up 
stockings with lacy tops. I stepped into some high heeled pumps 
that had appeared out of nowhere. I checked myself in the mirror 
and almost blushed. I looked sexy as hell. That was another 
definite purchase.

Sonya even had party dresses that actually worked for girls my 
age without my looking like I was trying to be an adult. They 
were very revealing. I was very surprised that so many of them 
fit me.

I was trying on a shoulder ripped net mini dress when I whispered 
to Nikki, "Does Sonya know about me and the adults?"

"She knows," she playfully replied, but louder than I had 
expected.

Sonya turned to us and asked, "She knows what?"

"About Melissa having sex with swingers who aren't teenagers 
anymore, many of whom haven't been for some time now," Nikki 
teased me while replying.

Sonya smiled and stepped closer.

"Don't fret, Melissa," she began and leaned even closer, "I like 
to have sex with young pretty girls like you, and handsome young 
boys as well. I'm part of the same swinger group as Nikki, one 
that is just like yours."

She winked at me and I blushed again.

“Is that how you know my mom?” I asked Sonya.

“I met her when she and your father visited our club a few times 
some years ago. They were staying with Nikki and her family. Your 
parents are fun people to party with.”

"Surprised?" Nikki asked.

"Yeah, Mom never said anything about this."

"She eventually would have. When she found out about your father 
coming, she thought it would be good for you to go with him ... 
and to meet me as well. She left it to me to tell you about me 
and my family. Andrea told me you were ready to be exposed to 
more things."

"Does she know you were bringing me here?"

"She does, and she approves," Nikki smiled. "I wouldn’t have 
otherwise."

Sonya added, "I cater not only to our club, honey, but a few 
other 'like-minded' groups. Mostly it is by mail-order for many 
of them though, using my very exclusive mail-order catalogue. 
That's why I have things that fit ladies as young as you."

Nikki and Sonya fussed over me and had me try on different things 
while we were there. I didn't mind the attention at all. Plus 
they had way more experience with the whole swinger thing.

I hadn't even been to my first swinger party yet, so I didn't 
really know what to expect beyond a lot of sex with a lot of 
people. I made a mental note to ask Daddy about that. I knew I 
could get him to reveal more than Mom might, even though she was 
being much more open with me lately. A bird in the hand, though 
... and Daddy's bird would hopefully be at least in my hand later 
that night!

Sonya went to the back to see if she had a corset and bustier in 
my size. She thought she did. I sorta knew what a corset and 
bustier were, and wondered how silly I would look in them. With 
not much boobs to work with, I didn't see how it would be 
flattering.

When she left, I asked Nikki, "How old was your daughter when she 
went to her first swinger party?"

"Nicole was about your age when she first attended our swingers 
club. She is fifteen now. She became sexually active, though, 
when she was seven."

"When she was seven?! That's so young!"

"It was only touching and fondling then, sweetie. She was quite 
fond of exploring and learning about bodies. She understood it 
had to be kept a secret."

As I tried on a mini dress with a lace skirt, I asked, "How did 
it actually start?"

"With Nicole?"

I nodded.

"It was a situation that presented itself more than anything 
else. You see, even though we haven’t gone nude camping, my 
husband and I like to go nude at home. As they were growing up, 
we encouraged the kids to go nude if they wanted, but made sure 
they understood to cover up when guests are present. The 
exception to that is when other like-minded friends are visiting. 
That was the case one afternoon when Sonya and her husband were 
visiting us."

"How did it first happen?" I asked again, "I mean, I didn't know 
anything about sex when I was seven."

"Well, it happened somewhat spontaneously on a Saturday evening 
at our home. Sonya's husband, Calvin, is one of those men who 
seems to stay horny. And that day wasn't any different as we 
talked about things while sitting together in our family room.

"Conversations with Sonya and Calvin rarely take long to go into 
the direction of sex. Calvin loves to hear about everyone's 
exploits. I think we all do, if you know what I mean. But to put 
it bluntly, Calvin is a horn dog."

"That's my man!" Sonya chuckled as she rejoined us.

"I was just telling Melissa about how Nicole joined in with us."

"That's a fun story. Don't mind me, I'll just listen in as you 
give the naughty details," she grinned.

Nikki leaned close to me, "Sonya is the female version of a horn 
dog."

"No truer words have been spoken," Sonya laughed.

Sonya had found a corset for me to try on. As they helped me get 
into it, Nikki continued telling me about her daughter.

"Nicole had been in her room, but joined us in the family room as 
I was telling about this couple and their daughter that Jake and 
I had played with the weekend before. I was just getting to a 
really exciting part.

"Not wanting to stop, we all began using 'big words' so she 
wouldn't understand that we were reminiscing about Jake and I 
having sex with a young girl and her parents the weekend before."

I listened carefully as she told me that, totally amazed that 
this woman, my mom's old roomie, was telling me something so 
amazingly perverted and illegal.

Listening to any more was a bit difficult at that moment though. 
The corset was a bit of a chore to put on, but afterward I was 
impressed how I looked with it.

"You may be slim and have a small chest, but this really works 
for you, honey," Sonya said with conviction. Nikki agreed as 
well. I was sure Peter would like seeing me in it. I decided I 
wanted it.

I also wanted to hear more about Nicole!

"So what happened after Nicole showed up in the family room?" I 
casually asked.

Nikki smiled and continued. She knew I was a pervert!

"Keep in mind now that we were all naked, and the atmosphere in 
the room was very sexually charged by then. And the guys were 
showing off erections. My husband, Jake, was able to keep his out 
of sight with the help of a cushion, but Calvin was very exposed. 
And the size of it made it hard for anyone to ignore, especially 
for a seven-year-old girl. Nicole couldn't take her eyes off of 
it.

"At that point, I should've asked Nicole to leave the room, but I 
was incredibly horny and she seemed so intrigued by that hard 
hunk of meat poking up in the air. My husband and I had talked 
about involving the kids at some point if they showed an interest 
in sex, so it seemed like as good a time as any to see just how 
interested Nicole might be."

"Wow," I said, amazed beyond belief.

"Shocking, huh?"

I nodded.

"After the fact, I was shocked I had allowed it to happen. In 
fact, as soon as it was over, I knew it was because of the sexual 
excitement and haze of the moment that I had let things go as far 
as they did."

"What all happened?" I anxiously asked, and also began putting on 
a school-girl costume with a cap sleeve crop top with bandeau 
bust and matching plaid double layered ruffle skirt in red.

"Nicole had been sitting beside me, and I asked her to go sit by 
Calvin. She had seen her father with partial erections before, 
but I doubted she had ever seen one completely hard. I knew it 
was incredibly daring, but I just had to see how far Nicole might 
go."

"And did she go sit beside him?"

"She did, and her eyes never left his cock. Even sitting right 
beside him, her head and eyes were pointed straight into his lap. 
I glanced at Jake, and he had this goofy look. Then I looked down 
and saw his throbbing hard-on, so I knew he didn't mind what was 
happening. So, in my sexually excited haze, I asked Nicole what 
she thought about Calvin's erection."

"Whoa!" I exclaimed.

"I knew I was pushing things, but I was well beyond being a 
responsible parent at that point. I knew if Nicole showed any 
apprehension or fear that I would break things up, but she gazed 
in wonder at his hard throbbing cock."

"What did she say about it?"

"She said it was bigger than her father's. I knew they were 
basically the same, and it really didn't matter. But I felt 
devilish though and couldn't resist pulling the cushion out of 
Jake's lap, revealing his full erection for Nicole to see as 
well. She looked back and forth and then said they were about the 
same size.”

"That is so wild," I muttered.

"What's wild is that this outfit makes you the perfect school 
girl!" Sonya exclaimed, having me look at myself in the mirror. I 
had to admit it worked.

"You are getting this, honey, if I have to give it away," she 
laughed.

"Melissa, don't steal the store from her, because you could!" 
Nikki teased. I told them I would buy it. I really loved how I 
looked wearing it. I knew a few guys who would as well, one of 
them being my boyfriend!

"Speaking of wild," Nikki continued telling her story about 
Nicole, "I pushed things even further then. I told her she could 
touch Calvin's cock if she wanted."

"Did she?"

"She didn't hesitate reaching to brush her fingers against it, 
lightly touching the upper half of it. Calvin encouraged her to 
wrap her hand around his cock and inspect it all she wanted. I 
told Nicole she could if she wanted, so she did."

I seriously couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I took Jake's cock in my hand and slowly stroked it, telling her 
she could do the same to Calvin. Watching her little hand slide 
up and down his cock had me in a sexual frenzy. Jake touched my 
hand to get me to slow down. The excitement had him close to 
shooting his load.

"I then encouraged Nicole to touch his balls. She did as she 
watched me do the same to her dad before turning her gaze back to 
what she was doing."

Sonya joined in and added, "I encouraged Nicole to masturbate 
him, while I was rubbing myself. Nicole noticed and I told her 
that it felt good and she should touch herself too, like her mom 
was doing."

I looked at Nikki, and she added, "I had two fingers buried 
inside myself. Nicole watched me for a moment before glancing 
around at all of us, Sonya and I both were finger fucking 
ourselves while I jerked off her father. Nikki moved her free 
hand down to her own hairless pussy and started rubbing."

"How far did you go with her then?" I asked as Sonya helped me 
try on an open-crotch body stocking that was like basically 
wearing nothing.

"Not much, but I did ask her if it would be alright for Calvin to 
touch her between the legs like she was with him. She moved her 
hand away and spread her legs wider, and looked at him 
expectantly. Calvin played with her pussy for a while. I was 
amazed he didn't blow his load. He later said he was within 
moments at one point.”

"Jake was warning me that he was close,” Nikki said, “and it was 
then that we broke things up. I was extremely horny to do more, 
but I wanted to talk with her alone before things went any 
further. I knew she would have a lot of questions.

"While Jake went with Sonya and Calvin to our bedroom to relieve 
their frustrations, I took Nicole to her’s to talk. I explained 
that what we had been doing together could get us all into a 
whole lot of trouble. But, if she were interested in doing things 
like that again with us, we would let her. She just couldn't tell 
anyone about it.

"She understood what I was saying, and that she didn't ever have 
to do it again if she didn't want to. But she said she did. Both 
her father and I talked with her a good bit more during the week 
to make sure she didn’t have any second thoughts or regrets. She 
understood all she ever had to do to stop things was to simply 
tell us."

"Did she ever?"

"No. In fact, her curiosity and desire really challenged us. We 
knew we couldn't do much more with her than we had done already, 
at least not until she was a little older."

"What happened after that time?" I asked.

"The next weekend, she spent Sunday with Sonya and Calvin. They 
did a lot of touching, even kissing, and she learned a lot more 
from them about touching and fondling. She went back several more 
Sunday afternoons over the next month before she turned eight."

"Did you and your husband join in again?"

"It was the first Saturday after her birthday that we were all 
basically in the same position in our living room as that first 
time. Nicole took the initiative and started things, and the 
sexual tension quickly exceeded even that of the first Saturday 
night. She quickly had her hand wrapped around Calvin’s dick 
watching in total fascination as she stroked it. This time when 
he came close to spurting, we didn't call an end to things."

The ladies had me try on another school girl costume as we 
talked. It was a three piece dress with attached jacket, belt and 
tie in gray. It was cute, but not nearly as naughty on me as the 
first one.

Sonya then said, "I saw the signs of Calvin getting close to 
shooting, so I moved over closer to Nikki and explained what 
masturbation was all about, and that when Calvin got really 
excited from the good feeling, he would spurt his semen.

"At that point, I was so incredibly horny and wanted to see her 
face when he spurted. I had to explain what spurting was all 
about, and what semen was. She took it all in and became eager to 
see it. I told her that if she really wanted to see him spurt, to 
stroke him faster. And she did.

"She had such a look of wonder on her face as ropes of cum 
spurted onto Calvin's chest and stomach, as well as on her hand. 
She wasn't sure what to do with it, so I leaned closer and licked 
some from her fingers. She asked how it tasted, and I told her 
that I honestly wasn't sure if she would like the taste of it or 
not. I encouraged her to try it if she wanted though, and she 
couldn't resist the urge."

"Did she like it?"

"She said she did, which surprised me. She even scooped some up 
off of Calvin's stomach and chest and sucked it off her fingers. 
She kept doing it until she had all she could get. Then she asked 
if she could stroke some more out of him.”

"I had a little cum slut on my hands!" Nikki exclaimed about her 
daughter. "Then Sonya said something that would change our lives 
very dramatically."

I turned and asked Sonya, "What did you say to her?"

"I told her she could suck on it and make it all big and hard 
again really fast. She looked at me questioningly not really sure 
of what to do. So I showed her a little."

"And then she sucked your husband’s cock?"

Both ladies nodded.

Nikki said, "I moved over close to her, kneeling on the floor in 
front of Calvin. Sonya and I told her how to suck him, how to 
keep her teeth from hurting him. She looked so adorable with her 
lips sliding up and down, her tongue swabbing the head. It didn't 
take Calvin very long to get hard again.

"We then explained to her that she could let him cum like before 
or let him shoot right into her mouth and swallow. She chose the 
latter. When Calvin spurted, she took it all. Of course there 
wasn't nearly as much as the first time, which is why I suggested 
she try.

"Afterward we let her watch as me and Sonya sucked her father's 
cock together. When Jake came, I was glad she didn't ask if she 
could taste it. I didn't want to get her involved in incest. That 
could've really blown up on us later if she had started pursuing 
him all the time."

I must've looked uncomfortable, and she added, "It's okay honey. 
I know you do oral and other things with both your parents. I 
know of others who have sex with their kids as well. I think it's 
exciting to watch."

I asked Sonya, "So did she do anything else with your husband?"

"Not that day."

Nikki added, "Later she asked about how it was for Calvin and her 
father when they were spurting, if they were hurting when they 
spurted.

"I explained what orgasms were. And she had other questions. 
Needless to say, she learned all about the birds and the bees 
that night. She was anxious to suck Calvin’s cock again as well. 
She asked if there were other things she could try as well."

"And did she?"

"At that point, we didn't see any reason not to expose her to 
more things. So, Sonya took Nicole to her bedroom that same night 
and introduced her to licking pussies. She was hooked on it, 
especially when she was licked for the first time. She came like 
crazy. Later she told us that she began fingering herself often 
after that night before going to sleep."

I looked at Sonya who was smiling, probably remembering that 
first time.

"Did you do that a lot with her, Sonya?"

"After that she joined me and Calvin several more times, as well 
as a few other friends of ours. She was a pro at doing oral sex 
in no time."

I thought back to when I was eight and nine. If I had been 
introduced to things like Nicole had, would I have freaked out?

Sonya helped me put on a zip front halter top in black leather 
with a matching mini skirt.

As she did, Nikki added, "It was only touching, kissing, licking 
and sucking until after she turned ten. From there, we introduced 
her to using some small toys and vibrators. At some of our 
parties she played with a few boys close to her age, and finally 
even a girl who was ten as well. Sonya taught Nicole a lot during 
that time, and I made sure our daughter knew that her father and 
I approved."

"When did she lose her virginity?"

"A few months after her tenth birthday with Calvin."

All of it sounded so much like how Mom and Colleen had done 
things with me and Sarah. Things had happened in a much shorter 
time for me though compared to all of them, but I had been older 
as well. I felt like such a doofus for taking so long.

"You look a little glum," Sonya stated.

"No, not really. I sorta wish I had begun doing things when I was 
younger. I didn't even kiss someone like a lover until late last 
summer, and that was with my best friend as we practiced kissing 
for eventually kissing boys."

"Everyone goes at her own pace. My daughter didn't lose her 
virginity until she was older than you are now. She was sixteen."

"How many kids do you have?"

"Three, but they are hardly kids any more, two sons along with 
the daughter. They're all married and have their own very young 
kids. They occasionally attend club meetings though," she winked.

I was having a hard time taking in everything. I had thought that 
clubs like the one my parents and their friends are members of 
would be incredibly rare, especially one that would include whole 
families attending together.

I then asked Sonya, "So do you and your husband and them ...?"

"You mean do we have sex with each other?"

I nodded.

"Not at first. It wasn't until about five years ago that things 
like oral sex happened during a club party. From there fucking 
between us has occurred during parties when bodies are all over 
the place and the mood was just right, especially when other 
parents and their kids happened to be fucking close by."

"Only at the club parties? Never at yours or their homes?"

"There have been a few occasions when my oldest son has stopped 
by and we ended up fucking in the kitchen or living room or 
garage or ..." she laughed.

I bit my lip and stood their rather speechless.

"You never thought such things happened, did you?" Sonya asked, 
smiling at me sympathetically.

I shook my head.

"You would be very surprised what goes on behind the closed doors 
of your other friends and neighbors. Not that everyone is having 
sex with their friends or kids, but there are a hell of a lot of 
kinky people in this world who find ways to get their kink on!"

"Have you fucked your other son?"

"Only at our club meetings, and that has only been an occasional 
thing. He'll do it when he is extremely horny, but otherwise he 
is a bit shy about it happening. I never push him because of it."

"And your daughter?"

"Calvin and I both have sex with her, and me with her husband. It 
never happens except at our house or the club. They have to be 
very careful, especially with her husband being a preacher and 
living in the church's parsonage."

Sonya took my hand and held it. "Sweetie, my point in all of that 
was to let you know that there is no need to fret at all about 
doing things later than some of your friends. You've started long 
before most do."

That actually made me feel a little better about things.


******


The ladies picked out various other things, like a bikini I could 
never wear in public but would be perfect in a private pool, and 
had me try them on, usually right out in the middle of the store. 
Fortunately the few windows and the door at the entrance couldn't 
be seen through.

They weren't shy about touching me either. They were both getting 
very giddy as they talked about how I looked in various outfits, 
and how my boyfriend and the club would be very appreciative of 
the clothes I was picking out to get.

I tried on this really cute but very skimpy bra that didn't cover 
my nipples, along with a matching pair of panties that left my 
pussy completely exposed. I knew my ass was barely covered as 
well. The ladies kept fidgeting with the material even though it 
was obvious they were just wanting to touch my little boobies, 
butt, and pussy.

As I tried on more things, I couldn't get my mind off of Nikki's 
daughter.

"Nikki, Can I ask something personal?"

"Sure, honey, what is it?"

"When did Nicole become involved in your swinger club?"

A smile appeared in her face.

"Feeling anxious about your first time?"

"A little," I softly answered.

"She was eleven her first time. She took to it easily and had a 
great time. Given her age, everyone knew to go slow with her 
though. After that first time, they didn't have to go slow 
anymore!"

"She was adorable to watch," Sonya added. "She had a lot of fun 
once the party got into full swing, pun intended," she laughed.

Nikki was no longer even trying to pretend that her touching me 
was purely to help me get in and out of clothes. She seemed 
intent on keeping her hands on my body. Mostly it was rubbing my 
back or shoulders.

Trying on tops or bras usually included my breasts getting 
fondled in some way, just to get the fit right, of course. And 
any kind of bottoms or panties had my butt and inner thighs 
getting touched even after I had them on.

With all the talk about Nikki and Sonya's kids, as well as the 
touching, we all were horny as fuck. It got to the point that 
they both were basically humping against me.

"Umm ... if you want ... we can ..." I began.

Nikki interrupted though. "Oh, thank God!" she exclaimed as she 
embraced me, kissing me passionately. It literally took my breath 
away and I would've likely fallen if she hadn’t held on to me!

Sonya molded to me from behind, cupping my butt with her hands. 
Moments later I was naked with Nikki sucking a nipple and a 
kneeling Sonya licking between my butt cheeks. Her tongue swabbed 
at my asshole. I leaned forward and her tongue really went to 
work on it before moving to my pussy.

"I have a better place to do this," Sonya said, pulling me along 
with Nikki right behind me. She kept reaching out to touch my 
butt as we hurriedly walked.

We all ended up on a couch in an office in the back with Nikki 
and Sonya quickly shedding their clothes. I gasped as I saw Sonya 
in a fire-engine red corset with no panties. She had shaved her 
pussy hair so that just a small triangle of short hairs remained 
on her lower tummy. The tip of the triangle pointed at her clit 
which peeked out a little. It looked so very lickable and 
suckable.

“You look so hot,” I mumbled.

“Well, thanks, honey child, I could just eat you with a spoon, 
you're so sweet.”

She definitely was a southern gal! And it really showed when she 
was all worked up!

Sonya lay down on the couch with her legs spread wide. She looked 
at me expectantly and I knew just what she wanted.

"Come to mama," she finally urged.

I grinned and bent forward, pushed my hands underneath her butt, 
and kissed all around her hairless lips. She was already so 
turned on that I could taste the juices dripping from her pussy. 
I hoped Nikki wouldn’t just watch because I was getting very wet, 
too.

As I started to gently flick her clit with my tongue I felt 
somebody pulling my cheeks apart. I looked between my legs and 
saw Nikki kneeling behind me.

“You just go ahead and don’t mind me,” she said giggling.

Her tongue on my pussy sent shivers through my body.

"Don't leave me hanging, darling," Sonya said, "My pussy's hotter 
than blue blazes!"

I leaned forward again and sucked Sonya’s little lips into my 
mouth before I started sucking a little on her clit. She was 
moaning and pulled my head tighter against cooch. I got the 
message and flicked her clit with my tongue and pushed two 
fingers into her wet cunt.

Her hips were bucking madly making it difficult to stay on her 
slit. And Nikki swiping her tongue through the length of my pussy 
made it even more difficult.

I felt my own orgasm approaching and I screamed into Sonya’s 
cunt. Apparently the vibrations from my screaming set her off, 
too.

Breathing hard I got down on my knees. I felt too weak to keep 
poking my butt into the air.

Nikki had a huge grin on her face as she returned with three 
bitter lemon sodas to refresh us.

After that they really got going with me. Even though it was a 
little awkward for three of us on the couch, no one was 
complaining. We just managed the best we could so no one was left 
out.

We did change positions a lot though. One squatted over my face 
as the other munched on my mound, then we would switch around. 
They tried to keep me as the focus of their attention. I didn't 
mind. Having two mouths on me at the same time was just what I 
needed! I did put my tongue to good use, though, and they both 
seemed impressed with how I licked them.

During the whole time, Sonya liked talking to me like a little 
girl. It was obvious I was far from her first young teen, and I 
suspected from the things she said that she might have played 
with quite a few girls younger than me.

For a change of pace, Sonya brought out a strap-on she had in her 
desk. I wondered how often it had been used in that office! Did 
she have sex with people that worked for her or perhaps with some 
shoppers even?

Of course, both women wanted to use it on me. I didn't mind 
though, especially with all the dirty talk that went on between 
them.

Sonya was first to put on the strap-on.

I put my knees on the edge of the couch with my legs spread 
apart, arching my back and holding onto the back of the couch 
with my hands, I was ready for her.

"That's vision is enough to make a good dog break its chain," 
Sonya said, as she looked down at me. "If my husband or boys were 
here and saw you like that, they'd be all over you like a duck on 
a June bug."

I couldn't stop from giggling.

"I hope I'm not breaking the mood," Sonya chuckled. She rubbed 
the head of the dong along my mound. "I guess I'm not. You're 
practically dripping like honey on a biscuit!"

I was about to giggle again, but the thick shaft pushing into me 
had me moaning instead.

She might be a lady, but she fucked me just as hard as any man 
ever had.

"Hold on, sweetie!" Nikki encouraged as Sonya plowed into me, 
pushing me forward each time.

Sonya slowed down for a bit.

"Look at how that little pussy grabs that shaft," she said to 
Nikki. "And that cute little puckered asshole. Go grab that 
little slender vibrator off my desk."

She had vibrators lying on her desk at work?!

Nikki came back. Moments later, a buzzing noise filled the air, 
and then a lubed vibrator was filling my butt!"

Nikki moved her free hand around the front of my leg to get at my 
clit. All the stimulation had me screaming in no time.

"She gets the good out of an orgasm, doesn't she?" Sonya asked 
Nikki as I panted.

"Let me give that a try," Nikki said, and the two ladies swapped 
positions.

"Lordy mercy," Sonya began, "Look at that pretty little pussy and 
asshole. This little lady was made for fucking. I wish we could 
keep her for our club!"

Not only was Sonya a southern lady, she had a mouth just like 
Pastor Thomas!

"Honey," she said to me, "move around so Nikki can pound that 
pretty fuck hole while you munch on mine."

I had Sonya squealing and writhing around as Nikki fucked me. She 
was a little more gentle with the strap-on though. It still felt 
great. I wondered just how many girls close to my age she had 
done this with.

We changed around and I got the chance to fuck both of them with 
the strap-on. Sonya couldn't resist using the vibrator in my butt 
while I fucked Nikki though. Sonya also situated herself so she 
could suck on my nipples while she worked the slender cock inside 
me.

Her mouth was like magic. She knew just how to suck and nibble on 
my little nipples to drive me wild! She knew what she was doing 
to me too, and said so!

"I've adore little girls' titties for a long time, honey," she 
said, lust dripping from her words. "I've spent a lot of hours 
doing just this."

"You've been with a lot of young girls?" I asked as I kept 
fucking Nikki.

"Why do you think I have so many nice outfits for girls your 
size?" she devilishly grinned. "It's fun unwrapping pretty 
presents, don't you think?"

I nodded, wishing she had a store in Albany! She could wrap me in 
whatever she wanted if it ended up with me feeling so fucking 
good!

I did learn some interesting things as we had sex. For one, they 
referred to Sarah, wishing they would have had a chance to play 
with her when she had been in Atlanta with Daddy. At least I got 
to do something before she did! I hated thinking like that about 
my best friend, but I should get to be first at times!

They also talked about how much their husbands would love to be 
stuffing me with their cocks. It would've been wild to have had 
four people in that office going at me. Plus, their cocks would 
have been the only ones to get inside of me on that trip.

Two strange but real cocks would have been better than none at 
all!

I totally felt like a slut after thinking that. I thought of 
Peter. It would have been great to have him here, watching me 
with Nikki and Sonya, as well as trying on things. I would have 
totally put on a show for him before taking care of his cock.

I don't think he could've taken care of the three of us though. I 
doubt any one man could.

But as much as I wished he was there, I wanted the time alone 
with Daddy more than anything else.

Actually, at that very moment, I only wanted Nikki to pound my 
pussy with that strap-on even harder than she was! I liked 
gentle, but by then I was hooked on Sonya's way of slamming into 
me. I might have told Nikki, but my mouth was full of Sonya's 
muff again.

After about an hour, Nikki and Sonya both thought we better get 
ourselves together and get back to shopping before it got too 
late in the afternoon.

I was still ready for more, but I didn't push it.

"I'm plum tuckerd out," Sonya said, lying back on the couch. "I 
feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet. It's young'uns like 
you that'll be the death of me. Whew!"

I giggled and Nikki chuckled.

I decided I was satisfied enough for the time being, mainly 
because I didn't want to pass up my final chance to get some new 
clothes!


******


I tried on this a blue plaid spaghetti strapped teddy and collar 
with attached tie. It was advertised as a 'teacher's pet' outfit. 
If my 'teacher' liked her pet to show her ass in class, this was 
the outfit to wear! The bottom was purely window dressing.

I chuckled thinking what Mrs. Preston would think about this 
outfit. It certainly would make it easy for her to beat my ass 
with her wooden paddle.

I was being fawned over as I checked myself out in the mirror. 
Then a phone began ringing in Nikki's purse.

"Hi, sweetie," she answered. "Where are you? ... Hold on and 
Sonya will let you in."

She disconnected and put her phone away as Sonya went to the 
front of the store. I suddenly felt the intense need to hide.

"Is that your husband?" I anxiously asked.

"It's my daughter, Nicole. A friend dropped her off. She wants to 
meet you."

Meet me? Her fifteen-year-old daughter wants to meet me?! Why, is 
all I could think. I looked down at the 'teacher's pet' outfit 
and wanted to run to a dressing room.

I looked at Nikki in panic. She took my hand, "Don't worry, dear. 
With what we told you about my daughter, you should know she 
won't be shocked finding you like this."

As Nicole approached me with Sonya, I could see that she looked a 
lot like her mother. I also felt extremely awkward standing there 
looking like a slut ready to be fucked.

"Honey, this is Melissa Livingston. Melissa, this is Nicole."

We said hi to each other.

"Nice outfit, Melissa! Mom, can I have one like it?"

I awkwardly smiled. I stood there not knowing what to do with 
myself.

Nicole was cool though. "Relax, girl. I just wish I was the one 
trying on that teddy."

After that I was able to relax. Nicole even helped pick out some 
things for me to try on, although it was a little intimidating 
seeing her more developed body. I was getting pretty used to that 
though.

Nicole had me put on a pink tank style crop top and boy short 
bottom. Then she had me try on a black set.

"That is so pretty on you," Nicole told me. "The black really 
works with your hair."

She seemed genuine with her compliments.

The ladies stepped away to find something else. Nicole leaned in 
close, "Mom told me you're going to your first swinger party 
soon."

"Yeah, a week from this Friday," I said, a little lost for words.

"You'll be very popular wearing something like that! How many 
people will be there?"

I shrugged, not really sure.

"It's the Hidden Valley Club, right?"

I nodded. And then I wondered how she knew that!

"I would think that at least a dozen families will likely be 
there then, not counting whatever guests are invited."

My eyes shot open when I considered just how many that would be. 
Probably close to forty people including the kids!

She quietly exclaimed, as the ladies approached with teddies for 
us both to try on, "You're gonna totally love your first time, 
girl! I did mine!"

As we changed into them, Nikki and Sonya went looking for a few 
more things. I wondered how they had so many things even close to 
my size!

"How do you know about Hidden Valley?" I quietly asked Nicole.

"Mom and Dad told me about many of the clubs, including that one. 
It's one of the clubs I haven't been to with my parents."

"How many have you been to?" I quickly asked.

"Three from around the area. Clubs like to invite a few members 
from outside clubs to 'freshen' things up. I heard Mom talking 
about us going sometime in the future."

I thought about what she told me. I wondered just how many clubs 
like ours existed. It was astonishing to think about so many 
people being involved.

"Have you been to the Old Munson house in Long Cane?" I asked.

"Not yet, but I have a friend whose family has. The Long Cane 
Club is one of the oldest around that includes teens and younger. 
They've been doing it there for like the past forty years! ..."

Whoa! Forty years of people having sex parties with underage kids 
in that old house?! And they have never been busted by the cops?!

"... My friend said it gets pretty wild during their parties. 
It's totally secretive though."

The one I spied on with Mom was pretty wild!

"We've gotten together with this couple from where you live to do 
a few photo sessions ..." Nicole began before hushing as ladies 
approached.

I immediately thought of Anna's parents. I figured it was them. 
Who else could it be? Before I could ask, though, Nicole's mom 
and Sonya walked up with more underwear for me to try on.

Nicole gave her opinion with each, and was quick to say when 
something didn't work so well. I liked her honesty. She was 
looking out for me.

Nicole tried on some more outfits as well. She even asked what I 
thought of each thing. It made trying on everything a lot more 
fun.

Sonya helped Nicole put on some stuff, and they were not shy 
about intimately touching each other either. I noticed Nikki 
never touched her daughter that way though.

When Nikki and I had a few moments to ourselves again, I asked 
her, "Do you and your daughter ever ... you know?"

"Have sex?"

I nodded.

"We have, but she doesn't with her father. I don't with my sons 
either beyond what your mom does with your brother. We're pretty 
much like your family right now."

I nodded while thinking that totally sucked. If she and her 
husband had been a whole lot more involved with their kids, she 
might be able to help me talk Mom into it as well.


******


After a short time, Nicole came up to me and took my hand.

"Come on, girl. Help me put this on," she said as she led me to a 
dressing room carrying some kind of costume, which was weird 
since we were already getting naked in front of her mom and 
Sonya.

I glanced back and watched the women look at each other like 
neither knew what Nicole was up to. They didn't stop us, though, 
and they went back to looking at other things as we left them.

Nicole glanced quickly out of the dressing room before pulling me 
close to her.

"Are you freaked out?" she asked.

"I'm getting used to things," I said, not wanting to admit to the 
older girl that I had been totally freaking out since I walked 
into the store.

"Did my mom tell you about me?"

"Yeah, she and Sonya told me how you got started ..."

"Did they tell you I'm fucking my father?"

What the fuck?!

"Really?" I croaked out.

"You're not freaking out about that are you?!"

"No, I mean, your mom said ..."

"Yeah, I figured she said I wasn't, but I have been since I was 
ten."

Oh. My. Gawd. Nikki had lied to me!

She continued, "I think your mom doesn't want you to know about 
that, though, especially with you on a trip alone with your dad. 
I bet she didn’t tell you she gets fucked by my brothers as well 
either."

I shook my head, "She said she didn't do anything more than my 
mother does with my brother, which is mostly just some oral is 
all.”

"Girl, my two brothers double-teamed her this past Saturday night 
while Dad fucked me, and then we switched around. I know my mom 
slips into my brothers' rooms a lot too. Dad slips into mine 
quite often. When he doesn't, I can usually count on at least one 
of my brothers to show up at my door."

I sighed in exasperation.

"Moms, huh?" she blurted out.

"Yeah. Mine's been hiding stuff from me for years! I've gotten to 
where I hate secrets!"

"By the way, your dad is a great fuck," Nicole told me, grinning.

"You've had sex with him already?!"

The girl was totally freaking me out with her revelations!

"Yeah. Your mom is a lucky lady. He's a great guy, a real 
gentleman, but he can get so nasty too. A guy like that is 
perfect, a real keeper."

I just wished he would let go and be nasty with me!

Nicole continued, "I hope you're able to seduce him soon. A girl 
only has one dad, and you should be able to 'have' yours, 
especially one like him. Maybe it might happen with your parents 
telling you stuff about the club and involving you in more things 
now."

"Obviously, I don't know a whole lot of what all is going on 
yet," I said, sighing again.

"Well," she said, glancing back out of the dressing room, "I have 
secrets of my own. Ones that my parents don't know about."

"Like what?" I excitedly asked.

"Like how I seduced a few of my teachers," she grinned.

"A few? Who were they?"

"Two of my middle school teachers, and the wife of one of them. 
And two of my current high school teachers."

"Oh, my Gawd! You really seduced your teachers?!"

"Well, I teased them enough until they couldn't help but flirt 
with me a little. Once they started showing me attention, I 
turned up the heat."

"How?"

"Showing I'm interested in them."

"How do you do that though?"

"Take the initiative. Start by hanging around in their room 
before or after school, and between classes, even if it is just 
for a minute or two. You flirt subtly with them, act a little 
precocious, and even show signs of having a crush on them.

"The way you posed out there in front of mom and Sonya, I can 
tell you know how to do that," she slyly smiled. I gave a tight 
lipped smile and blushed.

"You're hot when you do that."

"What?"

"You have the hottest looks. I bet you don’t even realize it."

I shrugged, not sure how to reply to that.

She continued, "If your teacher gets chatty with you, then you're 
half-way there. Then be a little touchy with them, with their 
hands and arms to start with. Hug them occasionally, quick ones 
at first. Nothing that could be considered inappropriate, at 
least at first. Anything to create contact between the two of 
you."

Nikki called out, "Are you girls having sex in there?"

"Not yet, Mom," Nicole yelled back, giggling with me. "Sheesh, 
Will ya give us a chance?!"

"I do have to get Melissa back to the hotel in a bit, so don't 
take too long!"

"Moms," she said, shaking her head. Don't I know it!

I then asked, "What do you do then to move things along to where 
you're having sex?"

"At some point you just have to be daring, especially if they 
don't make a first move. Odds are they won't. So, you could do 
something like sit in their lap when they aren't expecting it and 
basically refuse to move.

"You can take their hand and put it on your legs. If he doesn't 
move it, then push things further - like maybe putting his hand 
on your tits. You'll definitely know you have him hooked if he 
feels you up. From there, just make yourself easily accessible. 
If you feel safe enough, grab his cock and even take it out. 
Hell, if you're sure no one is around, jerk him off."

"What if he threatens to turn you in for that?"

"If he threatens you, then threaten to say he touched you first. 
He'll back off."

"Have you had to do that?"

"Not yet. If you take the time to slowly get a man wound up to 
the point you have his cock in your hands, and he knows he can 
touch you without you freaking out, then go for it. If you're on 
birth control, he'll figure out a way to get you alone so he can 
poke his dick in you."

"So the teachers you seduced aren't afraid of getting caught?"

"Oh, they were afraid. Still are, I'm sure. You just have to keep 
showing them you're smart enough not to put everyone in a 
position of getting caught. You offer to meet them someplace 
safe. You don't do things that make them think you're reckless."

"But ... how do you know they won't freak out and take you to the 
principal for acting inappropriately, even if you threaten to say 
they started it?"

"It's not hard to tell if a grownup is interested in you. You 
just have to give them an easy way to get involved with you 
without them being afraid of getting busted. If you do the things 
I said at first and they don't seem interested, then you can feel 
sure it won't happen with that one."

"When and where do you do stuff with them?"

"At their homes usually. Or in a motel on the outskirts of town. 
Sometimes in the classroom or parking lot if they are really 
horny, but that is always very risky. Sometimes risky sex is 
seriously hot though."

I smiled and nodded in complete agreement.

I asked, "How did you get away with spending time with them after 
school without your parents wondering where you were?"

"Telling them I'm staying after school to do some projects and 
shit. I tell my mom when she's really busy with something and 
doesn't have a lot of time to think about questioning me. After 
all, she's happy I'm doing extra school work."

"But you're really ..."

"Fucking my teachers!"

"Did the ones at the same schools know about each other?"

"No way. The first middle school one moved to a different school 
before I started with the second one. The current high school 
ones don't know about the other, as far as I know anyway."

"Wow."

"Seriously. The neat thing was that the second middle school 
teacher's wife was just as much of a pervert as he was. He was 
telling her about me, and he asked if I'd mind if she watched. I 
figured she wanted to have sex with me as well, but I didn't let 
on that I was bi. It was fun having her thinking she was seducing 
and then teaching me things."

"Fucking amazing," I blurted out.

"Shocked?" she grinned.

I nodded, and asked, "But why do it? You are already having sex 
with the adults in your swinger club?"

"The thrill of it mostly. But I also got A's in their classes 
when I probably should've only gotten at most B's."

"Your parents have never found out?"

"I'm sure they haven't. I'm really careful, and I'm sure they 
would've said something."

I giggled with her. Her brazenness totally amazed me.

"I'm not sure I could ever do something like that."

"It's fun being daring," she said. "Be really careful if you do 
something like that, though. Make sure the teachers you go after 
show a real interest."

"How will I know that though?"

"It's not too hard picking out the pervy teachers if you pay 
attention. For one, try to catch him staring at you. If you can, 
sit at your desk so that he gets some kind of profile view of 
you. Profiles show off your curves, especially your legs. Short 
dresses are great for that, but jeans show off your butt. So mix 
it up.

"Also, get to class early enough so you can talk. Ask him about 
stuff related to your homework or something. Just something to 
break the ice so you seem approachable. Give him the impression 
that you're genuinely interested in his class and want his help 
whenever you can get it. Even go as far as telling him that you 
could really use help sometimes.

"Men who see you as approachable and who are really interested 
will find ways to say something to you, even if it is something 
dumb. So if he likes to talk or joke around with you, he's 
interested in you, and that means there's real potential you 
could seduce him."

We were finally interrupted as the ladies finally checked up on 
us.

As we left the dressing room, Nicole whispered, "Good luck."

I couldn't get the things Nicole told me out of my mind. Fucking 
her teachers? Too wild! I had already had sex with two of mine 
and with one of my next grade teachers, but those didn't count. I 
didn't see myself trying to seduce any others.

Along with that, she was fucking her father! And her mom was 
fucking her sons! Nikki had intentionally lied to me about it!

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, though. 
The last thing Mom would want me to know was that her old college 
roomie was doing the very thing she refused to let our family do. 
She knew I would use that to try to change her mind. So, I 
couldn't blame her for probably getting Nikki to lie to me. If I 
were Mom, I would've done the same.

Still, it sucked that the Wilsons were doing the very thing I 
wanted our family to do, and Mom couldn't see that it wasn't 
hurting them.

I had to admit at least to myself that what Nicole was doing at 
school was so incredibly risky. Everything could blow up for her 
and her family if the wrong person discovered what was going on. 
I could easily see why it would be exciting for her to do it, but 
was it worth the risk?


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Back out on the sales floor, Sonya had me try on some spiked 
heels that looked great on me. I was surprisingly impressed how 
they made me look. She really had the knack for finding things 
that worked for me without it looking like I was trying to dress 
like an adult.

We tried on a few more revealing tops and skirts. A lot of it I 
knew I wouldn't really want, but it was just fun trying them on. 
Nicole was so much like me like that. She would make a fun older 
sister. We would be perfect 'partners in crime', so to speak. 
Jamie wouldn't stand a chance with us.

Nikki noted the time it was getting to be. "I'll need to get you 
back to the hotel before too much longer, honey."

So I quickly made some final choices. I decided on the red padded 
bra and panty set, the sheer bra and panty set, a micro mini-
skirt, a next to nothing bikini, and two very low-cut tops.

I felt a little awkward spending even more money that I didn't 
know if my parents could afford. I just trusted that Nikki knew 
what their limit was for me.

When I looked in my bag, Sonya had added the school-girl costume 
with a crop top and matching red plaid ruffle skirt.

She smiled at me. “That one is on the house. Thanks, Melissa, for 
a very fun afternoon. And I hope you will enjoy your first 
swinger party. Maybe in the not too far future you might even 
like to visit our group together with your parents. I know Calvin 
would like to meet you.”

We hugged as we said good bye.

I was amazed at all the stuff I had gotten. The clothes I had 
bought earlier at the mall would be great for school, as well as 
hanging out with Peter and my friends. I wouldn't be wearing any 
of the stuff from this boutique to school, except for the bra and 
panty sets.

Daddy was going to love all of it though. I smiled to myself 
thinking about the upcoming night alone with him. Sarah's micro-
skirt and bra and panty set she had bought to wear for Daddy at 
the lake house couldn’t possibly be nearly as daring.

Why was I trying to outdo my best friend? Probably because we 
were after the same guy - my father - even though we both had 
guys we loved already. I knew I would be letting Sarah borrow any 
of it if she wanted though, even if it was for Daddy's benefit. 
We are best friends, and that's what best friends do.

What did I really want though? My Daddy as a boyfriend? I didn't 
think so. That would hurt my whole family. I think what I really 
wanted was for him to be open with me, to not hide his affection 
for me. I wanted to be able to share mine with him. I was a 
daddy's girl. And I wanted to be Daddy’s girl. Every girl should 
have that with her father.

The thing was, I wanted to fuck mine too. I knew he wanted to 
fuck me as well. I wondered just how far I could push him later, 
and still keep my promise to Mom.


(continued in chapter 59)

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