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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 59


Nikki dropped me off at our hotel. I thanked her for the fun 
afternoon. She said she had enjoyed the afternoon with Andrea’s 
daughter and winked at me as she said it. I blushed, something I 
did so well. She gave me a quick hug as we said goodbye.

As I was about to walk inside, the doorman summoned someone to 
help me carry my bags. He was obviously expecting me because he 
called me Miss Livingston.

I felt a bit self-conscious about everything. I had never been to 
such a ritzy place. Standing there as someone in a uniform fussed 
over me with my shopping bags was nerve wracking. Here I was, 
just a young teen girl - a nobody for all it mattered - and all 
the staff were treating me like I was a rock star. I just hoped 
the nice guy in the outfit didn't expect a big tip! I could 
barely give him a little one!

He carried my bags all the way up to the suite and put them on 
the couch for me. Fortunately, he begged off when I opened my 
wallet. I then said I would get my daddy to give him a tip later, 
but he said not to be concerned, that the pleasure to assist me 
was more than enough of a gratuity.

I thought he was pretty cool the way he handled the situation 
without making me feel bad.

I later learned Daddy had asked the staff to look out for me when 
I arrived back. That was really sweet of him.

I walked into the bedroom to change and found a single red rose 
with a twig of baby's breath wrapped around it had been placed on 
the bed.

My daddy was so sweet to me and that made me want to make the 
night all the more special for him! I just hoped he would have 
good news when he came back from his meetings.

No note was attached to the rose though. I understood why Daddy 
couldn’t. Anything he would have written could have been 
misconstrued. Daddy couldn't afford to be reckless. It made me 
think of how reckless Nicole was being, seducing her teachers and 
such. It all sounded like fun, but she could easily fuck up doing 
things with no one to cover for her.

I looked around our suite some more. I decided to later try the 
Jacuzzi in the tub in the bathroom.

I opened closets, looked in drawers, and marveled at all the 
little amenities provided by the hotel as I unpacked both of our 
bags. Checking the honor bar I was amazed at all the little 
bottles of booze in there and debated whether I should have a 
beer.

I decided I better not irritate Daddy, and flounced on the large 
bed instead, wondering why any two people would need eight 
pillows. I tried several of them to find one I would like to 
sleep with later.

I checked out the view over downtown Atlanta. It was spectacular.

The huge flat-screen TV caught my attention. Perhaps I could find 
a porn channel. Would Daddy be upset if I watched some porn like 
he had done with Sarah? Or would he do it with me later on?


******


I had just turned on the TV and zapped through the channels to 
find something interesting, when Daddy came into our suite 
absolutely beaming.

I scooted off the bed and ran into the living room of our suite. 
"Hi Daddy, how did it go?"

He grabbed me, lifted me up, and whirled me around several times.

"We did it, baby girl, we did it!"

I tried to stop squealing long enough to ask him what they had 
done. "You’re my good-luck-charm, baby girl, my beautiful good-
luck-charm!" he shouted.

At last Daddy put me down and did several fist pumps. "They 
signed today! We’ve got the contract! And it’s huge!"

"Congratulations, Daddy!" I was so happy for him and did some 
fist pumps together with him.

Then he surprised me again as he pulled me towards him and kissed 
me fiercely on my lips holding the kiss for quite some time. We 
were both out of breath when he finally pulled away. I had rarely 
seen my father so emotional.

He dropped into one of the easy chairs, pulled me onto his lap, 
and told me all about the meetings, how they had gone, that all 
the work he had done over the last twelve months had now paid 
off, that he expected to have more time now that the new project 
was well on the way, and so on. He just kept on talking, 
practically bubbling over. He was that happy.

Finally he calmed down some. "Well, it’s time to celebrate, 
sweetie. I made reservations at a top notch restaurant. We are 
going to have a spectacular dinner tonight. So let’s clean up and 
get dressed up."

We walked into the bedroom together.

"Wait," he said. He put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I 
turned and he took my hand to lead me over to the bed.

We sat on the edge next to each other. He turned toward me and we 
locked eyes. His hand took mine into his. He leaned in closer 
touching my arm with his chest. His face moved even closer and 
his nose touched mine.

His mouth moved toward mine with his lips parted as mine reached 
out for his. It was a soft puckered kiss with his lips gently 
touching mine before he pulled away slightly. He was almost 
teasing me but I knew he was not.

We looked deeply into each other's eyes for a moment before 
kissing again so softly and tenderly. Our eyes were mostly closed 
as our lips made love.

His hand reached around to my lower back, pulling me gently to 
lean closer. I reached up and touched his neck. I then placed my 
hands on his cheeks softly holding his face. We continued 
kissing. My whole body tingled as our mouths tenderly sought out 
each other. He was so gentle and taking his time with me. We were 
just two people lost in the tenderness of kissing.

We were tasting each other and sharing each other's breath. Daddy 
was making love to me even though we were barely touching each 
other.

He pulled back slightly, reaching for the hem of my top, pulling 
it up and off. My bra was next. Then he stood and lifted me, 
putting me on the bed. He pushed my shoulders back as he moved 
over me. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking 
it firmly. I softly moaned. Then he moved over to the other, 
flicking it with his tongue and biting it slightly. My hands were 
on his shoulders as I lifted my body for my breast to meet his 
mouth.

He moved his lips back to mine, but now we kissed hard. We had 
never kissed like that. He had kissed me pretty hotly recently, 
but this was a deep emotional kissing. It had me tingling all 
over.

My hands moved behind his neck, holding his face to mine. He 
wasn't going anywhere though. His tongue was too busy exploring 
inside my mouth. My body was on fire. I had only kissed Peter 
this passionately before. I was in love with two guys, one a boy 
and the other a man.

Daddy climbed over me, keeping his mouth grinding into mine as he 
did.

I pushed him up with my hands before reaching for the top of his 
shirt. He didn’t protest, he knew I wanted it off. He helped me 
unbutton it, pulling it off, showing me his sexy chest. I placed 
my hands over his pecs.

Then his hands slid up my flanks to my breasts as he lowered his 
mouth to mine again.

We groaned and writhed together, our lips crushing together, 
sucking on each other's tongue, closing my lips around his to 
suck on it. He did the same. His hips were pressing hard into 
mine. I whimpered into his mouth. I couldn't believe I was about 
to cum!

I arched my head back and his mouth moved to my neck as I turned 
my head slightly. He was sucking and licking all around my ear, 
and I wailed out as an orgasm consumed me.

He held and kissed me hard, covering my mouth as I screamed, 
grinding his body even harder into me as I surrendered myself to 
him.

I'm not sure how long it was, but finally he pulled his head back 
from mine. We were both panting. His lips showed the abuse I had 
given them. I was sure mine looked the same.

We didn't say anything for a while. He gently stroked my face and 
hair. I was his totally, and he knew it. He was letting down his 
defenses. For the first time, his lust and desire overruled any 
fears he had.

If we had been completely naked, I don't know that either of us 
would have stopped the other from fucking. I came from his 
rubbing against me clothed! I could only imagine how amazing it 
would have been if he had been inside of me.

He leaned down and licked and kissed along my tummy up to my 
mouth, and kissed me softly.

"Hi," he softly said, smiling.

"Hi," I smiled back.

He watched me closely and his smile grew.

"What?" I asked, grinning.

"You are so incredibly amazingly beautiful."

"Thank you," I replied, emotions overwhelming me. Everything felt 
so right.

I finally said, "That was intense."

"I've only ever kissed one other person like that."

I didn't have to ask who. "Will she be upset?"

"She knows how deeply I love you."

"That was way more than a father-daughter expression of love, 
Daddy."

"I think it was exactly how a father feels, but usually he 
doesn't dare to express it like that. At least I do."

"And Mom won't mind?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

I nodded. This had to be a doozy!

"She wants to be the same way with you, but is afraid."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me."

"She actually told you that?!"

"When we role-play, baby girl. When the lights are off and I lick 
her, sometimes I become you in her mind."

I stared at him open-mouthed.

"Does that scare you?" he asked.

"No ..." I bit my lip. "She has done it with me a time or two, 
stopping herself when she almost got lost in her passion."

I laid my head back and remembered the few times she had briefly 
become passionate with me. It had been so frustrating when she 
had suddenly slammed the brakes on.

"Does she feel the same for Jamie?"

"She does. A few things have happened recently, similar to what 
happened with you."

"When recently?"

"At the campground a few times. Once after the orgy at the Meyers 
on the way back to the tent."

"She told me about their kissing, her playing with and sucking 
his cock ..."

"What she didn't fully tell you is just how passionate that 
kissing was. Even after fucking all night, he was rock hard 
because his mother made-out with him like a lover."

I stared wide-eyed and open mouthed.

"They kissed deeply for some time while leaning against a tree on 
that path. She was so into it that she began jerking him off as 
he touched her. After what your mother thinks was about five 
minutes, she caught herself and broke away. He was so wound up 
and horny from it though. So she then tried to suck him off to 
make it up to him. He couldn't come quickly at that point, 
though, and your mother was now fully aware they could be 
discovered."

So that is why he had to fuck me with Mom licking my butthole to 
get his dick to go soft!

"Your mother loves Jamie just like she loves you, and just like I 
love you. She knows if they become too physically involved, she 
could lose control of things with him."

"So that is why she is afraid of the two of us together?"

"It's part of it. But, she feels she can control herself with 
Jamie. She doesn't have that same faith when it comes to me with 
you. She knows you can wrap me around your finger."

"You said several things happened."

"Yes, I did. A few times since then over the past week when Jamie 
and Mom have been alone, they have gotten somewhat intimate."

"Before or after the night Jennifer stayed over?"

"After. I think Jamie has figured out your mother will give him a 
blowjob if he can get her to make-out with him. He's also 
discovered it's not too difficult to get her to make-out."

"He gets plenty of blowjobs."

"Yeah, but not from his mom ... not until the night after the 
Meyer orgy."

I saw his point. I knew the thrill I got from sucking off Daddy.

"And you're okay with all of that?" I asked.

"I ... I like the idea of your mother doing things with boys his 
age ... and a little younger."

"Like Peter?"

He nodded. “I sometimes like watching her with a young boy.”

My Daddy was an even bigger horn dog pervert than I had figured! 
Was I surprised? Yeah! Did it make me think less of him? No way. 
I was getting horny thinking about it!

After a moment, I asked, "Do you really think I could talk you 
into fucking me?"

"I think that if you really set your mind on it happening, it's 
possible that you could."

"I promise I won't," I sincerely told him.

He leaned closer and gave me a soft kiss.

After a short time with us just touching the other he said, "We 
do have a reservation."

"We can stay here, if you want." I offered, smiling, raising my 
eyebrows knowingly.

"I want to take you out and show you off," he said, lightly 
kissing my lips.

We moved off the bed and took the rest of our clothes off. I 
noticed Daddy’s cock wasn’t completely hard, but not completely 
soft either.

"Like what you see, Daddy?" I turned a couple of times so he 
could check out my body from all sides.

He nodded as he kept staring at me.

"Bad Daddy," I teased him, "lusting after your little teen 
daughter."

I grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before he pushed my 
hand away. He pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me off the 
floor.

"We'll have time to play later, my beautiful daughter."

Holding me in his arms, he kissed me and his tongue went into my 
mouth. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and sucked on his tongue 
hungrily, just like before.

His hands slipped from my waist to cup my butt cheeks as he held 
me, and I felt his hard shaft pushing into my belly.

"Love your tight butt, baby girl," he said, breaking our kiss for 
a moment, but only for a moment as we pressed our open mouths 
together again.

Finally he set me down, "Off into the shower with you." He 
slapped my ass. "We’ll have some 'play time' later."

I yelped and scooted into the bathroom as he followed behind.


******


We stepped into the spacious shower, turned the water on and let 
it run over us. We lathered each other up with the body wash 
provided by the hotel. It had a fresh clean herbal scent. I loved 
all this luxury.

We were touching the other’s body all over. Daddy’s cock stood 
straight and I felt his slippery pre-cum on the tip as I tried to 
wash his dick. He tried to protest when I moved my hand firmly up 
and down his steely hard shaft, but I put a finger over his lips 
and I continued to stroke him.

Daddy gave in and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed. 
He hadn’t cum all day and I had certainly teased him enough that 
he had to be extremely turned on.

I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my breast as I continued 
to massage his cock. He started to groan and I sensed that he was 
getting close.

I knelt down and quickly took him in my mouth, sucking on it 
hungrily. Moments later he spurted his cum on my tongue. His hard 
shaft jerked a number of times in my mouth as I continued to suck 
and stroke him to get all of his cum.

I stood up as I swallowed and smiled at him.

"You’re so bad, baby girl!" But he smiled as he said that.

"I like being your bad girl, Daddy."

"I know, but you need to be a good girl now and get ready."

I was horny as fuck but knew I would have to wait for later. I 
just hoped that Daddy would not be too tired then and up to 
playing with me. I was really looking forward to it.


******


As we were getting dressed he asked me how my day had been. I 
told him about the sightseeing and shopping with Nikki. I hinted 
that I had had some fun at the boutique with Nikki and Sonya.

Daddy just shook his head. "Like I said, you’re so bad, baby 
girl."

"Like Mom?"

"I guess it’s in the genes," Daddy answered with a big grin. "Do 
you like Nikki?"

I sensed a little apprehension in his curiosity.

"She’s cool. I like her."

"Did you talk about much?"

I quickly debated how forthcoming I should be, and replied, "We 
didn't have a whole lot of time. We talked about her college 
times with Mom a little."

He looked at me curiously. He wasn't really buying it. I probably 
should have said something different. We had been together the 
whole afternoon, but he didn't push.

"I'm glad you like her. Maybe you'll get the chance to spend more 
time with her in the future."

“That could be fun visiting her and staying with her family.”

Daddy didn’t respond but looked a little uncomfortable at the 
thought.

I went back into the bathroom to dry and style my hair. I primped 
some wanting to look really good for Daddy. I was glad Mom had 
suggested bringing the dress along that I had worn to Peter’s 
birthday.

I put it on and asked Daddy to zip me. I checked myself in the 
full length mirror and was quite satisfied how I looked.

Daddy looked at me appreciatively, "Wow, baby girl, very nice."

I turned all the way around for him to see. "Do I look good 
enough to take me to a fancy dinner?"

"Most definitely."

"You look sharp yourself, Daddy." He had put on a suit and a tie 
and looked very elegant, just like the successful business man 
that he is.


******


As I finished with my hair, I heard Daddy talking with Mom on the 
phone. He was really excited as he told her more about the 
meetings. He had obviously called her right after, but now he 
could give her the details.

He was telling her how big this was for him. He wasn't being very 
specific about much though. I wondered if he was trying to keep 
me from overhearing too much. That sorta pissed me off, but then 
I thought it was cool that he and mom had things that they only 
shared together.

I wasn't pissed after that. I smiled thinking I was really lucky 
to have parents that loved and confided in each other like they 
did. I hoped one day I would have a husband just like Daddy.

It was about that time that I heard Daddy tell Mom goodbye. I 
quickly finished up primping and walked out into the bedroom.

"Daddy, can I borrow your cell phone?"

"Calling Peter?"

I nodded. Daddy smiled. "Say ‘Hello’ to him from me, baby girl."

I went into the living room for some privacy. I called Peter's 
house and he answered.

"Were you sitting around waiting for me to call?" I teased.

"Maybe."

"I love you, Peter"

"I love you, too."

"So ... what are you doing?"

"I was playing my guitar."

"Neat. Play something for me," I requested, and he did. He even 
started singing. I could have listened for hours, but I knew 
Daddy would be ready to leave before long.

"What are you planning to do tonight?" I asked.

"I'm meeting up with Allen. He is trying to get a few others 
together to jam for a while."

"Will there be groupies?"

"Could be."

I sighed.

"I heard that," he said. "You know you can trust me. You're my 
girl and we have ground rules."

"And what are the rules?" I asked, more sternly than I really 
should have.

"No more than kissing, but not our kind of kissing."

I thought, why the fuck was I letting him kiss girls at all at 
Allen's house? What kind of idiot was I?!

"You realize I shouldn't even let you look at those girls, much 
less kiss them."

"I won't if it bothers you."

"I don't know that it does," I said, trying to sound like I meant 
it. Of course, it bothered me!

"You're such a girl."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You change your mind a lot."

"No I don't, I just refine great thoughts."

He laughed. I giggled.

He then said, "I won't kiss anyone."

"No, just have fun and don't fuck anyone."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah," I said, while thinking 'no'.

"So I can let a girl give me a blow job?"

"Don't push it, Peter. Just some kissing ..."

"But not our kind of kissing."

"Friendly smooching is all," I compromised.

"Can I cop a feel?"

I sighed, "Yes, you can feel up a girl if such an occasion 
arises. Keep your hand out of her pussy though!"

He laughed, "Nothing like that is gonna happen, Mel."

"Someone like Brenda might want to make out with you to spite 
me."

"This is way too complicated. I'm not doing anything without you 
there."

Mission accomplished, I thought while grinning.

I then told him, "I just wish I was there to be a groupie. Then 
you could kiss and feel me up."

"I promise to be good."

"That's no fun."

"You're confusing me."

"What's confusing?"

"Can I be bad?"

"Well, yeah. Flirt but don't fuck, and you can give a girl a 
smooch and a feel if she's not on my bitch list."

"What if someone like Anna is there?"

"Same rules. You can do the flirt, smooch, and feely thing, but 
no fucking. You'll likely get to fuck her with me when we're all 
together."

"You know, you're a really bad girl, in a great way."

"And you know you're my really bad boy."

"Man," we both simultaneously said.

I quickly added, "I get to call you 'boy'. Girlfriend's rights, 
so get over it."

"So I can call you what I want?"

"No."

"Double standard much?"

"I'm just teasing. When it's the two of us, you can call me 
anything you want."

"I can call you 'bitch'?"

"If you're being playful. That's all it is when I call you 
'boy'."

"Just don't say it around others."

I rolled my eyes. "I won't, boy."

"Thanks, bitch."

"Peter!" I yelled.

He laughed, and then said, "Tell me about Atlanta."

I chatted with Peter for a few minutes gushing over the hotel, 
the lunch, the shopping. When I had finished, I asked him if he 
could come over to our house the next day when I got home. He 
promised he would.

I told him that Daddy had asked me to say ‘hello’ to him. He 
asked me to say the same back.

"I need my boyfriend to hug and kiss me."

"Your boyfriend loves to hug and kiss you."

"I need your sexy cock, too, Peter."

"Anything to please my pretty sexy girlfriend," he sweetly 
replied.

"You don't need my pussy?" I feigned being hurt.

"I dream about your pussy, baby."

I smiled. I liked him calling me that, too!

"Keep your hands off your cock and save everything for me, you 
hear?" I friskily said.

"You forget where I live." He didn’t need to continue.

With three horny females in his house, I might be lucky if he had 
anything left for me when I got back!

"Make your women folk save some for me, ya hear?"

"I'm not superman," he stated. I giggled. He then asked, "Are you 
and your father gonna fuck?"

That was blunt, I thought.

"I wish."

"But you plan to play with him, right?"

"If I have my way, but I might have to go without until I see you 
tomorrow."

I knew better, but I wasn't quite sure how he was feeling about 
me being alone with Daddy all night. Talk about double standards! 
Boys!

"I doubt you'll go without," he replied, "and I do hope you get 
to play together all you want."

"I think you actually mean that."

"Actually, I do. It would be another thing we'd have in common."

I knew where he was coming from, and he was right. It would be 
something we did separately but intimately shared together. I was 
sure his mom would have sex with him if one of his sisters 
didn't.

"We'll share what we have in common tomorrow, okay?"

"Count on it, Mel."

"Listen, it's okay to be a little bad over at Allen's. Just a 
little though."

"I promise to remember what we agreed on."

"I love you, Peter, soooo much. I gotta go, bye."

"I love you so much, too, Mel. See you tomorrow."


******


There was a town car waiting for us. Daddy had really gone all 
out. It was the same driver who had taken Nikki and me around 
town.

He held the door open for me, nodded, and said, "Miss Melissa, 
nice to see you again."

"Thanks," I answered as I slipped into the back seat trying to 
avoid showing too much leg. Daddy got in behind me grinning big 
time at my predicament. He put a hand on my knee and squeezed it 
gently.

I leaned in to him and whispered, "Thanks, Daddy, this is so much 
fun."

"Even if the suite doesn’t have a hot tub?"

"I’m sorry, Daddy, for being such a jealous little bitch 
yesterday. I’m having a great time."

"You’re forgiven, sweetie." He squeezed my knee again.

The car stopped in front of a downtown high-rise building. The 
driver got out and opened the door for Daddy. He held out his 
hand for me to help me get out. He talked quickly to the driver 
who nodded.

Daddy had me hook an arm into his as we walked to the entrance 
where a bell boy opened the door for us. There was a desk just 
inside with a young and very pretty woman who greeted us.

"Good evening. Reservations for Livingston," Daddy told her.

"Yes, Mr. Livingston. Good evening." She waved towards the lift 
boy. "Randy will take you up. Have a pleasant evening, Mr. 
Livingston."

Daddy thanked her and we walked towards the lifts. It went up 
quickly to the 65th floor. I was impressed and a little 
intimidated. We stepped out of the lift cabin and there was just 
a small lit sign saying ‘Enzo’s, fine Italian dining’.

The lift boy held the door open and we were greeted by an Italian 
looking man in a tux.

"Good evening, Mr. Livingston. May I show you to your table?"

He walked in front of us into the dining area. There was a hushed 
silence with people speaking quietly. Some looked at us as we 
walked past them. I felt insecure hoping they didn’t think I was 
a teenage prostitute taken out to dinner before I had to deliver 
the goods to the older man, so to speak.

Then I realized how silly it was to think that, considering my 
age. I had this awkward feeling that people could see through me, 
and knew I would be doing sex stuff later that night with my own 
father.

Our table was at one of the windows. The maître d’ pulled back a 
chair directly at the window. With a swift motion of his hand he 
asked me to sit down and pushed the chair into my knees. He then 
took the white linen napkin, shook it open and placed it across 
my lap. Then he did the same thing with Daddy’s napkin. Daddy sat 
across from me.

The view was spectacular over the lights of downtown Atlanta.

"Oh, Daddy, this is so beautiful," I gushed.

"You like it?"

"For sure."

A young woman in a white buttoned all the way to the neck jacket 
with no collar took our water glasses and filled them with ice 
water. Then a man in the same type of white jacket appeared with 
a bread basket and placed some warm rolls on our bread plates.

I sipped some water as I looked alarmed at all the silver ware 
and glasses in front of me. "What do I do with all those forks 
and knives, Daddy?" I asked him quietly.

"It’s easy, sweetie, start from the outside and work towards the 
inside."

Another young man appeared who wore a black jacket.

"Good evening, Mr. Livingston. My name Tonio, and I am delighted 
to serve you tonight. May I serve you an aperitif?"

"That would be great, Tonio, a Campari Orange for me and a 
Shirley Temple for my daughter, please."

"Very well, sir."

"How come they all know your name, Daddy? Did you come here 
recently?"

"They see it from the reservation list, sweetie. And to answer 
your next question, no, I didn’t bring Sarah here. I’ve never 
been here before."

Once again I had been as subtle as a train wreck. I scrunched my 
lips looking at Daddy. He smiled at me smugly enjoying his 
victory.

I let him have it as I looked at the Atlanta skyline and tried to 
find the sights Nikki had shown me that afternoon. With Daddy’s 
help I found most of them. It was turning out to be a fun 
evening. It was just my daddy and me in a very special place.

Our waiter appeared again and served us our drinks.

Daddy discussed with him what we would have for dinner. 
Apparently they didn’t have a regular menu you could choose from, 
just a slate board, on which had been noted with chalk what the 
cook was preparing that night. You could only choose between fish 
or meat for the main course.

Daddy and I picked the grilled sea bass. I really liked fish and 
usually only got it in a restaurant. Mom didn’t like to prepare 
it saying it smelled up the house.

While we waited for the first course, Daddy asked me again with a 
slightly crooked smile if I had enjoyed my afternoon with Nikki 
shopping and what stores we had been to. He already knew about 
the boutique, but I was sure he wanted to hear the details of 
what had happened.

And then it hit me. Shit, I hadn’t thanked him for spending all 
that money on clothes for me!

"Thank you so much, Daddy, for all those neat clothes I got. I’m 
gonna be the best-dressed middle school girl in Albany." I slyly 
smiled and asked, "Would you like me to model my new underwear 
for you later in the hotel?"

Daddy grinned. “You’re welcome. And yes, I would enjoy that very 
much, baby girl. But I’d like to see your other things as well."

I was surprised he so openly admitted that.

I then told him quietly about the visit to Sonya's boutique. I 
looked down at my plate because I blushed like crazy as I told 
him what I had done with the women.

Daddy chuckled a little. "Sounds like I missed out on seeing some 
girl fun. No need to get embarrassed about it, Melissa. I'm glad 
you had fun. What all did you get at Sonya's place?" he asked, 
with a sly smile.

Just as I was getting started telling him, the first course was 
served, an hors d’oeuvre called bruschetta, small pieces of 
toasted slices of baguette bread, sprinkled with olive oil, 
loaded with chopped tomatoes, and decorated with a couple of 
basil leaves.

If the rest of the meal was like the hors d’oeuvre I was in for a 
real treat!

Daddy had ordered some white wine and the waiter didn’t seem very 
surprised when Daddy asked him to pour a small amount in my 
glass, too. I was sure that it was illegal as hell in Atlanta, 
but apparently in Italy nobody would think twice about kids my 
age having a little wine with dinner. It wasn't like the cops 
were staking out the place for underage drinkers either.

The plates of the hors d’oeuvre were removed and the water lady 
and the bread man appeared again to add water and bread. I had to 
be careful with those rolls, they tasted so deliciously different 
from the usual white bread. I could have pigged out on them 
alone.

I thought about Nikki and her swinger club again, and that Daddy 
and Mom had already been 'guests' there. I was sure I didn’t know 
all the people Mom and Daddy had had sex with. But at the same 
time it didn’t really surprise me that they had been together 
with Nikki, her husband, and their kids already.

We talked some more about my afternoon. I decided to see if he 
would be honest with me about the Wilsons.

"I met Nikki's daughter, Nicole, at the boutique.”

I didn't go into the details of what I had learned about Nicole 
playing with Sonya and her husband though. I was hoping he would 
give me more details about Nicole's exploits with her swinger 
club than the ladies had.

“Her mom mentioned their swinger club, and that Nicole and her 
brothers were part of everything."

"Did she say much about her involvement?"

"Nicole mentioned she liked being a part of things. Sonya and her 
mom told me how she got involved with sex when she was only 
seven."

"Similar to Julie, huh?"

"Yeah, much faster though." I paused a moment, "Nicole also 
mentioned you."

“Did she now?”

“Nikki said you had been guests at their swinger club meetings a 
few times. Sonya knows you and Mom, too.”

"Well, if you must know, yes we have played with Nikki and her 
husband a few times when they were still living in Columbia. 
There have been a few times since then. That’s when we also met 
Sonya and her husband. And to answer your next question, yes, we 
have played with their kids, too."

I smiled sweetly at him. I was so gonna give him the best sex 
short of actually fucking when we got back to the hotel.

"I take it that doesn't bother you?" he curiously asked.

I just shrugged.

"It does bother you?"

"Maybe," I simply replied. It was always a good safe answer.

"Women," he said, shaking his head.

I feigned being indignant, reached over and playfully popped his 
hand. He smiled.

Our server arrived again carrying two plates. He put one down in 
front of me and then the other in front of my daddy.

"For your appetizer tonight we are serving fried scallops sliced 
and placed over fried green asparagus sprinkled with lemon 
juice," the waiter announced. He then waved a pepper grinder 
around and tried to put at least a little on our plates. Didn’t 
the cook know how to add the proper amount of spices to his 
dishes?

I enjoyed the salty and tangy flavor of the scallops. They 
reminded me a little of the feel of the head of a cock.

I knew I needed to get a grip on myself. Everything was starting 
to remind me somehow of sex!

The asparagus were done perfectly, crisp but not hard. I thought 
it would be neat if I could have cooked something like that for 
Daddy myself. I sighed. I really had to follow Mom around the 
kitchen to learn how to cook.

We ate silently and sipped some of the wine.

"This is so delicious, Daddy. Do you eat like this all the time 
when you’re travelling?"

He chuckled. "No, sweetie. Usually I just go to a steak house and 
eat there. This is special for you."

"I would have enjoyed a steak house with you, too."

Suddenly he turned very serious. "I know you would’ve, baby girl. 
But I wanted to do something special just for you. I don’t want 
you to feel left out. And I don’t want you to feel you’re second 
place to anyone. Because you’re definitely not. I can only hope 
after learning about my parents you understand how important my 
family is to me. You’re more important to me than any other girl, 
sweetie. And you always will be. Your mother excluded, of 
course."

"Thank you, Daddy, I do feel so very special tonight. I want to 
make you feel very special tonight, too."

"We have to remember the rules, baby girl. Promise you will?"

I groaned to myself as I nodded. I knew I would have to live with 
'the rules' for now. "I promised you and Mom, but I will enjoy 
everything we can do together."

"And there will be plenty of fun for you and me even with those 
rules, sweetie."

He smiled at me big time as I blushed.

Our conversation stopped as we got served again.

"For your primero plata tonight we are serving spaghetti with 
thinly sliced black truffles. It is truffle season now. We import 
them directly from Italy ourselves. Enjoy."

The waiter once again went around with the pepper grinder.

The scent of those truffles made my mouth water. I was beginning 
to appreciate fine dining. Here I was on my third course, each 
with a totally different flavor and yet I didn’t feel stuffed.

I watched how Daddy wound up the spaghetti by twisting a fork in 
the hollow of a soup spoon, and I tried to imitate him. I slowly 
got the hang of it.

The taste of the truffles was out of this world. I had never had 
anything like it. I closed my eyes and just let the flavor sit on 
my tongue. I felt like telling the waiter to forget about my 
other main course and just bring me two pounds of spaghetti 
smothered with sliced truffles.

"I think I just lost Melissa," Daddy teased me with a humorous 
gleam in his eyes. I so wanted to stick my tongue out at him, but 
caught myself at the last moment, remembering my promise to Mom 
to be on my best behavior.

"I’ve never had anything as delicious as these truffles," I 
admitted.

"I’m glad you’re enjoying the dinner selection."

"Thanks for taking me along." He just squeezed my knee under the 
table. I slipped off my shoe and put my foot in his lap gently 
squeezing his cock. I felt it getting hard against my foot.

"Careful, baby girl, you don’t want to make a mess under the 
table," he whispered quietly.

Luckily the waiter brought our next course. I watched in 
fascination as he and a helper carefully filleted the sea bass, 
placed the fillets of each fish on a plate, added a piece of 
lemon and then some herbs as garnish. Then we were given small 
plates with some steamed vegetables too.

This time our waiter first came with a flask filled with olive 
oil, poured a small rope of it across the fish and then came 
around again with the pepper grinder.

The fish was fantastic, it melted in my mouth. It was done so 
perfectly, it wasn’t dry, and the olive oil added just the right 
touch. I would be more than happy to be Daddy’s good-luck charm 
on all of his business trips if he would take me to restaurants 
like this one. He should just take me along every time he had to 
go out of town.

I told him so and he leaned back and looked almost like he was a 
little sad.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, I was just remembering something. It's not important," he 
said, smiling. I decided not to push and ruin the evening, but I 
made a mental note to ask him why he had reacted that way.

Our waiter appeared at that moment and asked about dessert, 
coffee, or digestives.

I decided on the tiramisu they had made themselves, he said. It 
melted on my tongue. I loved the slightly bitter chocolaty 
flavor. And I think it had been heavily laced with some alcoholic 
stuff. Daddy had a glass of grappa and an espresso.

The dinner had lasted for about two hours when Daddy asked for 
the check. While he waited for our waiter to return, he asked the 
maître d’ to call the town car for us.


******


Back in our suite, Daddy had taken off his coat and tie and was 
sitting in the living room of our suite watching some news 
channel. He looked very relaxed. I sat down in his lap. "Peter 
asked me to say ‘hello’ back to you.

"Thanks, baby girl. I’m glad you talked to him."

I looked at him with a smile. "So you like Peter being my 
boyfriend?"

"You could have done a lot worse, sweetie. With his calm and 
relaxed personality he is a good fit to your adventurous and 
curious one."

"Like you and Mom?"

He snickered some. "Very perceptive. Your mother is right, you’re 
growing up nicely. And yes, I would say in a way Peter and you 
are younger editions of your parents."

And after a second, he added more seriously, "Don’t ask too much 
of him, Melissa, he’s cutting you a lot of slack. But if you 
stretch the rope too much, it can break."

I knew immediately what he meant.

"We’ve talked ground rules and I haven’t broken them," I answered 
a little petulantly.

"Maybe. But a smart person in a relationship doesn’t go to the 
limits, sweetie. Peter doesn’t know Mr. Blackmon or Mr. Formon. 
Or Nikki or Sonya for that matter. But you've already had sex 
with all of them. Did you talk to him beforehand about that?"

It was a sobering thought. I had been more than willing to let 
them have sex with me. But they were adults, and Peter and I had 
agreed that adults were fine. But perhaps Peter had thought more 
like the adults of his family, the Walcotts, the Clarks, and 
Thomases. I remembered how Sarah had felt about Jamie fucking 
strange adults at the Meyers’ orgy.

"They are within our ground rules, Daddy."

"Still. Sarah is within mine and Andrea’s ground rules. Yet I 
talked to my wife beforehand if she was okay with me spending the 
night with Sarah at her grandparents when you were camping with 
Jamie and your mother. And she talked to me beforehand about the 
orgy at the Meyers."

"Are you gonna call Mom tonight about us?"

"Your mother and I have talked about tonight several times over 
the last few days, most recently on the phone just before you 
called Peter."

He looked at me thoughtfully and then added, "Andrea has had to 
put up with a lot while I’ve worked so many hours. Perhaps things 
could have been different between you and your mother this past 
year if I had been home more."

Then he continued after a pause, "And I asked her again if she 
was okay with me playing with you tonight."

He pulled me tightly against his chest. "Sweetie, I know you’re 
adventurous and curious. And I don’t think it’s all bad. Just be 
smart about the sex you’re having and think about how Peter might 
feel, too."

I tightly hugged him.

We were both still dressed and I felt so safe and carefree in his 
arms like the way I had always felt when he had cuddled me as a 
young girl. I enjoyed our closeness.

"By the way," he began, "I'm not trying to meddle with your and 
Peter's relationship."

"Yes, you are," I grinned.

"Busted," he half-snorted.

This boyfriend thing was still new to me. I was glad Daddy was 
giving me some advice. Yes, I was a daddy’s girl and I intended 
to stay one for as long as possible, even with Peter being my 
boyfriend.

"Thanks, Daddy, for talking so openly to me."

He chuckled. "You’re welcome, sweetie. You’ve grown up in a hurry 
and learned a lot in a short time this summer. If you care about 
Peter, and I think you do, then you need to really work at 
communicating with him. Talk to him beforehand if you want to be 
with somebody new."

"I don’t have a cell phone though, Daddy. That makes it 
practically impossible," I just a little over-dramatically 
exclaimed.

"You do well in school this semester and we’ll see about one for 
you."

"You’re the bestest Daddy in the world!" I practically yelled as 
I hugged him tightly again.

I suddenly remembered how he had reacted when I had told him I 
would be his good-luck charm on all of his business trips if he 
would take me to restaurants like the one we had been at.

"Daddy, I want to ask you something, but I don't want to upset 
you."

"This sounds serious," he half-chuckled.

"When I said earlier I would be your good-luck charm if you took 
me to restaurants like that, you looked almost sad. Were you?"

He sighed, "Sweetie, when I was your age, my parents took us to 
places like that quite often."

"Oh, my Gawd, Daddy! I didn't mean to cause you to remember your 
parents and how ..."

He put his hand against my lips, hushing me, "It's fine, baby 
girl. I'm just glad I could take you tonight. Sometimes things 
haunt me a little. I've learned how to deal with it. I don't want 
it to spoil the mood. Okay?"

I nodded and hugged him.

I sat back up straight. I wanted to do something special for him. 
I put my hands on his shoulders and determinedly asked, "Would 
you like me to show you what I got today, Daddy?"

"Sure, I’d love see your new outfits."

I got off his lap and went into the bedroom and put on one of my 
new pants and a matching top.

When I stepped back into the living room, Daddy had set two wine 
glasses on the couch table and poured some white wine for us from 
the bar in the suite.

I turned in front of him a couple of times. "That’s for wearing 
to school. Both were on sale, too."

He chuckled as he sipped some wine. "I’m glad you were thinking 
in practical terms and tried to save me some money at the same 
time." With a wave of his hand he invited me to have some wine, 
too.

I modeled all of the clothes I had gotten for school. He seemed 
to like them. He endured my need to be a showoff. Actually, he 
didn't seem to mind at all. I did spins and twirls, giving him a 
good show. It wasn't a sex show though. I was flirting, and he 
ate it all up.

I blushed a little. "I got a lot of stuff. I can take them back 
though if it’s too much money, Daddy."

"It’s alright, sweetie. Your mother told me that you had grown 
again and needed a bunch of new clothes for the new school year. 
You have a good eye for clothes, honey. There's a real difference 
between sexy-stylish and slutty. You know the difference."

"Are you saying you don't like slutty?"

"Oh, I do, but there is a place and time for everything. School 
isn't one of those."

I then modeled some of the bras and panties I had gotten from the 
stores at Lennox Square. These weren't anywhere close to being as 
naughty as the one's Sonya had in her boutique. But Daddy seemed 
to really appreciate the view I was giving him.

I started with a white lacy bra and bikini-style panties. I felt 
my nipples getting hard pushing against the thin material. I got 
all tingly as I put them on knowing my daddy would get to see me 
in nothing but those. I hoped I didn’t drip too much in my new 
panties yet.

Daddy sucked in his breath when he saw me. I turned a few times 
so he could see me from all sides. I placed my hands underneath 
my breasts and lifted them a little.

"Wish there was more to put in these cups," I said ruefully.

Daddy shook his head. “Baby girl, what I did I tell you earlier 
about your boobs?”

“I know, but still….” I went back into the bedroom to change into 
another set. I picked a skin-colored set. It looked like I didn’t 
wear anything at all.

I twirled in front of Daddy letting him get a good look of my 
almost naked body.

He moaned appreciatively. "I think my daughter looks sexy as hell 
wearing that."

"Maybe I should just go naked," I joked.

"Would you like some words of wisdom from your old man?"

"Daddy, you're an old dude, not an old man."

He looked at me puzzled for a moment and then chuckled. I just 
shrugged.

"So what are these words of wisdom, father?" I play-snootily 
asked.

"Presents you have to unwrap are almost always the most fun to 
get. The mystery underneath the wrapping builds a lot of 
anticipation and excitement, especially when the 'giver' is a 
real teaser as well."

I scrunched my lips in a smile and nodded appreciatively for his 
advice. It did make a lot of sense.

He continued, "Why do you think stores like Sonya's exist?"

"Would you like to see what I got from there?" I asked, cocking 
my head and raising an eyebrow.

He swallowed hard. "Please," he whispered huskily.

I unpacked the lingerie and costumes that Nikki had gotten me in 
that boutique. I had so much! It took me a few moments to decide 
what to put on first.

I put on the 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.

The thought of Daddy seeing me like this got me turned-on. I was 
feeling very sexy wearing it and felt myself getting wet.

Daddy moaned when he saw me. I turned very slowly in front of 
him. I rubbed sensuously along my flanks and over my tummy, 
cupped my butt, and then my breasts.

Daddy swallowed hard and his hand moved into his crotch when I 
faced him again. "Very nice, baby girl," he sounded a little 
hoarse. I noticed the bulge forming in his pants. "That’s 
seriously sexy."

"Not slutty?"

"Sexy and slutty in a very good way," he nodded.

"Thanks, Daddy." I sipped some more wine. "There is some more 
underwear like this. Would you like to see them on me too?"

“Definitely.” His voice was a little hoarse with excitement.

I then put on a red shelf bra with matching string panties. The 
light padding made my breasts look a little fuller. I made sure 
that the string in the back was hidden in my butt crack as much 
as possible.

I stretched the small triangle in front to cover my pussy hair, 
the little I had anyway. Then I carefully pulled on red stay-up 
stockings with lacy tops. I stepped into the heels Mom had gotten 
for me for the special outfit I had worn on the trip to my 
grandparents. I then slowly walked out into the living room a 
little unsteadily on those high heeled shoes. It felt strange 
standing suddenly a little taller.

Daddy looked at me wide-eyed. "Oh, wow." He was not hiding that 
he was rubbing his cock firmly. I turned to show him my 
practically nude backside.

Looking back at him over my shoulder I asked, "You like it?"

He just nodded, practically masturbating through his pants.

"I’ve got one more outfit, Daddy."

I went back to the bedroom and pulled out the one thing I wanted 
Daddy to be the first guy to see.

"Oh, my," he murmured, as I walked back out showing off in the 
naughty school girl costume that the ladies said I just had to 
get. I had changed to the black stockings and the high heeled 
pumps. And based on Daddy's reaction, Nikki and Sonya had been 
spot on.

"Do you like your little school girl?" I teased.

He was speechless as he stared and came close to drooling.

I played the coy but also precocious little girl that I was sure 
he wanted to see. If nothing else, I knew what my friends' 
fathers were really interested in - sweet little girls who 
weren't afraid to be naughty little girls as well.

Over the past few months, I had discovered that I liked being 
fawned over by men and women. The attention was exciting. I had 
learned a lot about how to get that attention. Prancing around in 
front of them wearing something very naughty was definitely one 
way I was now learning.

I had always thought with my small boobs I didn't have a lot to 
offer, but was learning that the men seemed to like my little 
girl body. I wanted them to want my body. It was such a huge 
turn-on that so many of the adults did.

And the one man I wanted the most was fucking me with his eyes! 
He definitely wanted my body. The large bulge in his pants that 
his hand was massaging was the best evidence of that!

I walked over and knelt in front of him. I pushed his legs apart 
and pulled him forward on the seat.

"Let me do that for you, Daddy," I whispered sexily.

I moved his hand away, opened his belt and pulled the zipper 
down. I eased his pants down along with his briefs with his help. 
His cock stood tall. I rubbed it gently a few times moving my 
hand slowly up and down the full length of it. He was leaking 
some pre-cum already making the tip quite slippery.

"Would you like me to put it in my mouth, Daddy?" I whispered 
excitedly.

"If you wouldn’t mind," he asked in a hushed tone trying to hide 
his lust for me.

As an answer I slipped my lips over his dick and let them rub 
gently around the ridge of its tip. I twisted my face a little to 
the left and then to the right. I stuck the tip of my tongue into 
his slit, tasting his salty pre-cum.

I tried to remember as much as possible of what Mom had shown me 
the previous week during my parents’ educational demonstrations. 
I locked eyes with Daddy and took him as deep as I could. His 
cock felt so smooth and slick on my tongue with no hair on its 
shaft. I then pushed down a little more and got his cock to slide 
down my throat.

Daddy moaned with his hips bucking up some but he never lost eye 
contact with me. I wondered just what he was thinking as he 
watched me, his daughter, doing something so incredibly naughty 
to him.

I felt so wicked doing it to him. It was similar to when I did 
things with Mom and Jamie, but with Daddy it was way more 
intense. It was always more fun to do things you weren't supposed 
to do. And what I was doing with Daddy would always be that! 
Daddies were supposed to protect their little girls from this 
very thing - a man having sex with her.

Suddenly he called out, "Oh baby girl, you’re such a dirty, dirty 
girl sucking your daddy’s cock."

He was obviously getting off on the same taboo that I was. He 
knew I was his willing play thing. We both knew it. I was a dream 
come true for a man who liked young girls. He would never have to 
force me, unless he wanted me to pretend for the sexy fun of it. 
And yet, I knew I was always safe with him. While he would get 
his jollies with me, he would still be my father in every way I 
needed. It was perfect for both of us ... except we couldn't fuck 
... for now, anyway.

I pushed my tongue against the shaft and let the sensitive head 
of his cock slide across it.

"That’s it, make my cock feel good, take it deep again, you nasty 
girl. I want to fuck your throat!" Daddy almost yelled.

His hands were gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. 
Underneath my hands his leg muscles felt hard and strained.

I did let him slide into my throat again and again. I wanted him 
in my throat if he couldn’t be in my pussy.

"You don't know how fucking good that feels," he practically 
groaned.

I pulled my mouth off, slowly slapping the swollen spongy head 
against my bottom lip.

"I want to be your lover."

"You're my daughter."

"I can be both."

"Honey ..."

"I know you're worried. But I want you to let go and do what you 
want. I want to be your lover. I want you to do the things to me 
you've done with others, or fantasized about."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll tell you to stop if it is too much."

"You swear?"

"Be nasty with me, Daddy, at least for tonight."

"Just for tonight?" he disbelievingly asked.

"No, hopefully from now on. I want you to do what you want with 
me. I'm your sweet little girl. Do filthy things with me, with my 
body. If I really can't handle something, I'll tell you to stop, 
and you'll stop, right?"

"Always, Melissa."

"Then be nasty with me like you just did. Molest me. Talk dirty 
to me. Make me your little slut. Make me do the really naughty 
things you want. I love you, I want you. I'm your dirty little 
girl. Use me, Daddy. It's what I want."

He moaned as I took him back in my mouth. I don't know if it was 
because of what I had said, but it didn’t take long before he 
blurted out, "Baby girl, I’m cumming! Take my cum in your mouth!"

His cock twitched on my tongue and got a little harder still.

I pulled back a little, keeping my lips closed around his shaft, 
to make sure he would shoot all of his cum on my tongue and not 
straight down my throat. I wanted to taste my daddy.

"Yes, yesss!" He moaned loudly as he flooded my mouth with his 
thick cum, forcing me to swallow some of it. I kept a good bit in 
my mouth though.

I massaged his cock to make sure he emptied himself completely in 
my mouth. I wanted all of my daddy’s spunk. I'm greedy like that.

When his cock softened some, I let it slip from between my lips. 
It was all shiny with my spit and a long string of my spit was 
strung between his dick and my mouth. I caught it with one finger 
and wiped it around my lips.

I managed to move his cum to pool near tip of my tongue. I then 
opened my mouth more and stuck my tongue out a little to show him 
his sperm on it.

I smiled at him. "Hmm, my daddy’s delicious juice tastes so good. 
I get to swallow it, too." I sounded silly talking with my cum-
covered tongue sticking out of my mouth, but he seemed to enjoy 
what I was doing.

Then I made a big production out of swallowing it all and stuck 
my tongue out again to show him that his cum was all gone. He 
moaned again watching me doing that. I was rather proud of 
myself. Daddy had shot quite a load, but I had gotten it all and 
not wasted a drop even while being playful about it.

Sarah came to mind again. I wondered how many of my daddy’s loads 
she had swallowed already. I shook my head to get that thought 
out of my mind. I really didn’t need to be jealous anymore. My 
parents were doing so many neat things for me that I didn’t feel 
left out anymore.

Daddy had recovered and smiled at me sweetly. "You do that so 
well, baby girl, thanks for giving me such a terrific blowjob."

"Better than Pam or Sarah or Julie?" I just couldn't resist!

He laughed. "You’ll never change, baby girl, will you?"

I scrunched my lips and shrugged.

"Well, they can't take my cock into their throat like you can, if 
that makes you feel any better."

I smugly smiled.

"Not many people can do that, you know. None of your friends 
can."

I did a mental fist pump.

"But," he continued in a hushed voice, suddenly very serious, 
"that’s not what makes it special with you. What makes it so very 
special is that my very own daughter has my cock in her mouth. It 
is so exciting to watch my baby girl’s lips wrapped around it, 
sucking me off. It’s so exciting to shoot off in your mouth and 
to know you are swallowing my cum."

Daddy was definitely up to talking dirty to me now! I loved it!

I moved back into his lap again and cuddled with him some more. 
"I love you Daddy."

"And I love you, too, baby girl." And after a second, "Somebody 
is very turned on."

I looked at him mischievously. "How can you tell?"

"You’re getting my leg all wet. And unless you’re peeing on me, 
which I hope you’re not, then your pussy is dripping on me."

I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. The small string of 
my panties was probably soaked by now. I turned my face to him 
and pressed my lips on my daddy’s mouth.

We kissed passionately for a while, sucking on each other’s 
tongue. I enjoyed feeling Daddy fuck my mouth with his tongue. He 
didn’t seem to mind that I probably still tasted like his cum. My 
pussy was throbbing like crazy and probably dripping more of my 
juice on his thigh.

Daddy’s cock stood tall again, too. I briefly wondered if he had 
taken a Viagra, but then decided it really didn't matter. He was 
hard again ... for me!

"Let’s move to the bedroom, sweetie. We can be more comfortable 
there."

I wondered what he had in mind. While we couldn't fuck, there 
were lots of ways we could play. I hoped he would come up with 
something neat and different for us to do.

We took our glasses of wine with us. I walked in front of Daddy 
and wiggled my hips provocatively. I heard him suck in his 
breath. I figured seeing his daughter’s butt wiggling in that 
short skirt would be a hot sight for him. I wasn't disappointed, 
and I knew he wasn't.

Daddy got undressed quickly.

"Do you want me to take this off, Daddy?" I waved my hands down 
my body.

"Leave those stockings on," he said with a bashful grin.

I did a little shimmy, took off the thong and held it under my 
nose for a second, and then stepped closer and hooked it on his 
erection. He tried moving his hips to get it to twirl around his 
cock. It didn't quite work out, but it was cute watching him do 
it. He was really letting go and having fun with me.

It made me want him all the more.

I quickly took off the skirt and the top, and left the black 
stockings on. When I was naked, I did a quick pose before moving 
onto the bed, propping up on my elbows. Daddy's eyes never left 
me. He was breathing deeply through his mouth as he watched me.

I smiled and giggled, feeling a little self-conscious at his 
gaze. I knew he liked young girls' bodies, but I just couldn't 
help but wish I was more 'developed'. I wondered if I would ever 
be happy with my body!

What I really wanted was for him to just once look at me like he 
did at Mom. It didn't matter that I was exactly what he wanted, 
especially at that moment. I wanted him to see me like he sees 
the most perfect woman, the one he had married. I'm just weird 
like that sometimes.

"Such a pretty smile," he admired. That got my undivided 
attention as well.

"Thank you."

"Are you nervous?"

"Maybe a little," I glanced down, and then back at him.

He stood by the bed and reached to touch my inner upper thigh, 
gliding his fingers over my skin, around my pussy. His touch made 
me giggle a little more. He seemed to like that though.

He then reached up to touch one of my tits.

"So beautiful, so perfect."

I smiled and then bit my lip as he gently touched one and then 
the other nipple. His hand then gently rubbed down the front of 
my body and one leg.

"So slender. Soft, but firm."

I just smiled at him, still nervous, but eating up his attention.

He ran his hand through my hair, pushing it back, touching my 
face, his fingers lingering on my lips.

"You are absolutely the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

I nervously replied, "You're the most handsome man ever."

"Don't be nervous."

It was hard not to be! I decided to take the initiative, moving 
onto my hands and knees, spreading myself open some for him to 
see.

"Jesus Christ!" he softly exclaimed.

I felt his fingers lightly touching my mound, my pussy lips.

"So amazingly lovely," he admired, "And so wet too."

I was just too taken by the things he was saying to reply.

He gently rubbed my butt cheeks. It was the first time he had 
really taken his time and checked out my body. His lust for me 
was dripping in his voice. I was totally overwhelmed, not sure 
what to say or do next. I definitely didn't want to do anything 
to break the spell. He was doing exactly what I had been wanting 
him to do - look at me in a sexual way, as a lover, letting 
himself go, if only to admire me for now.

Daddy carefully took off my stockings and then gently caressed 
the back of my thighs and calves. He had me turn back over so 
that I was reclining against the pillows, my legs splayed open 
somewhat.

I figured he would sit so he could play with my pussy, but he sat 
down at my feet and began playing with them, especially my toes.

"You have your mother's feet."

"Is that a good thing?" I giggled as I propped myself up on my 
elbows so I could watch him.

"It's a very good thing, my beautiful girl."

'My beautiful girl' just melted my heart, and flustered me even 
more. I was a smiling, giggling mess.

"Are you okay?"

Forgetting how to talk for a moment, I nodded quickly while 
smiling. He smiled back and kept on checking out every inch of 
me.

I adored all of his attention.

"Lay on your back again, sweetie."

I moved, hoping I was doing it gracefully. Fuck! I was just a kid 
with a man who had been intimate with Gawd knows how many women!

He then lay down on his side next to me. His rock hard cock poked 
into the side of my thigh. He placed his hand on my tummy, and 
gently rubbed from just above my pussy to my breasts.

"Your skin is so supple and soft ..."

I bit my lip. His touch was electric. I liked it when Peter 
touched me. His touches always felt nice and exciting. Daddy's 
were as well, but he seemed to get totally lost in doing it, like 
it was the most special thing ever. I was gonna have to get Peter 
to take his time more.

Daddy did the same with my breasts, slowly exploring me with his 
soft gentle touches. My body was tingling all over! It was hard 
for me to just lay there and let him do what he wanted. I wanted 
to pounce on him, but I forced myself to let him do what he 
wanted. We had the whole night still.

When his fingertips moved further up, brushing along my neck, I 
had a small orgasm. I swallowed hard as I did, grunting a little, 
my whole body trembling.

I couldn't believe I had come from him touching my neck! It 
wasn't earth shattering, but it was so fucking neat!

He smiled. He knew what he had done to me.

"You're breathing heavy, baby girl."

"It's your fault," I half-laughed.

"I'll stop if you want ..."

"Please don't," I pitifully said. The man had me wrapped around 
his finger!

He touched my lips again, lightly tracing them.

He finally moved his hand away and leaned in to tenderly kiss me. 
It was so sweet, and yet so fucking hot. This was a man who knew 
how to wind me up ever so slowly, so intensely. He knew just how 
to play with my body to give me the best feelings.

Finally I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned up and pushed him 
all the way onto his back.

I then slipped across him, my legs between his legs. His erection 
was pressing against me.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tighter against him 
with my breasts pushing against his chest.

"You made me cum. A little one."

"I know. You're sexy when you cum, even with little ones."

"I don't rattle the walls with those," I giggled.

He kissed my forehead before I lay my head so that I was nuzzling 
his neck.


******


We lay together quietly for a short time.

"Is there anything you want to try with me?" I tentatively asked. 
"If so, I want to do those things for you."

We looked into each other's eyes for a few moments.

"There is one thing I'd like to try with you right now, if you're 
okay with it."

"What is it?" I eagerly asked.

"It's something I never got to do when I was a young teenager 
..."

I curiously gazed at him.

"I never had a girlfriend when I was in middle or high school. 
Not a girlfriend like Jamie has with Sarah, or Peter with you 
..."

"You want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked, totally lost. I 
looked at him with confused wonder, anxious for him to spill what 
he actually wanted to do.

"In a way ..."

"Just tell me, Daddy! I won't judge you or anything."

He slipped off the bed and took my hand, pulling me off as well.

He began putting a shirt on.

"Put a top on," he told me.

"Where are we going?" I asked. Like, what top should I be picking 
out? And what about shorts or pants?!

"Just out to the living room."

I just smiled and grabbed one of my new tops and some panties to 
put on, my pussy was that wet. I thought he was losing his mind, 
but I had promised not to judge him, so I tried to not give him 
any weird looks.

Once we reached the big couch, he had me sit down next to him.

"What I want ... is ... to make-out with you."

"I thought we were on the bed," I asked, even more confused.

"No, I want it to be like we're a couple ... and ..."

"You want to make-out like you're Peter?"

"Yes, except I'm Greg."

I shook my head, not sure what he really wanted.

"You see, I never got to make-out with a girl when I was Jamie 
and Peter's age. I didn't have a chance with my strict family 
..."

"Ohhh, I see what you want. I'm cool with it. We've kissed and 
stuff."

He took my hand and held it like Peter would. I felt a little 
awkward. I saw Daddy as a grown man, not as a teen boy wanting to 
make-out with me while my parents were away for a while.

He leaned close and our lips touched. He put his hand behind my 
neck and pulled me a little closer as we softly kissed, lips only 
though. It actually felt a lot like the first time Peter and I 
had made-out.

"You're a good kisser, Greg," I told him, feeling incredibly 
weird saying his name, but also turned on by it.

He didn't reply but anxiously began kissing me again, this time 
with our mouths open and tongues joining in. Both of his hands 
were on the sides of my neck, our faces turning into each 
other's. My eyes went wide when he sucked on my bottom lip before 
his tongue fluttered into my mouth against my tongue. I did the 
same to him.

It suddenly hit me. Sarah had told me that Daddy liked to make 
out with her and kiss her a lot, even more than Jamie did. And 
when we had kissed earlier, Daddy had not only been happy about 
the contract, but he had already treated me like his teen lover. 
I understood that that was what he wanted, his past was haunting 
him. So both my parents had a past they had to deal with.

I could help Daddy with his though. And I was determined to be 
his teen girlfriend if that was what he had in mind.

Our kisses became seriously intense after that. He leaned over 
until he was on top of me. With my mouth partially open, he 
licked along my lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth to 
lick mine. Instinctively, I slipped my tongue out and he closed 
his lips around it, sucking it like I would a cock. Afterward, he 
let me do the same to him. It was so incredibly sexy. At that 
moment, I was his girlfriend. I totally belonged to him.

Then his hands began roaming, touching my breasts. A voice in the 
back of my mind said to stop this 'boy' from going so far the 
first time, but I was already seduced. 'Greg' owned me at that 
point.

We kept licking lips and sucking tongues as he worked his hand 
under my top. He cupped and lightly squeezed my flesh before 
gently rubbing and pinching my nipples.

Then he surprised me, moving his mouth to my ear. He licked, 
sucked and nibbled for a bit, then moved his mouth a little lower 
to kiss and suck on my neck. I was moaning and twisting against 
him. The 'boy' was working me into a frenzy.

The flat of his tongue was gliding up and down the side of my 
neck before kissing and nipping at my skin. His sucked along my 
jaw line to my chin, then kissed me deeply. We alternated sucking 
each other's tongues.

We did this for a good while. His hand had moved over my tummy 
down to my pussy. He cupped it as I opened my legs some for his 
hand. His fingers pushed my panties to one side and played with 
my pussy while I returned the favor and gently fisted his super 
hard cock. I did the same to his ears and neck that he did to me. 
For a moment I thought about giving him a hickey like I had given 
Mom but then thought better of it.

Nothing existed for me except the two of us. I was sure he was 
feeling the same.

His index finger slipped inside me as he ground his thumb into my 
clit. When he moved his mouth back to my neck just below my ear 
and sucked, I totally exploded in a loud orgasm. I did have the 
sense to turn my face into his neck so the scream would be 
muffled.

"Oh my Gawd," I panted hard, trying to catch my breath. I had to 
push his hand from my pussy, it was just too sensitive.

He smiled as he watched me.

"Not bad, Greg," I managed to say.

"Do I make good boyfriend material?"

"Fuck yeah," I blurted out, still breathing hard. "I hope this 
isn't the only time we do that!"

"So you're okay with ... my being your boyfriend ... sometime?"

"Absolutely! Jeeezus! My pussy is still throbbing like crazy!"

Moments later I added, “But Peter might get jealous."

"Peter has his mother to pretend with," he noted.

Which he was right about. Peter had told me how he and Maggie 
pretended when they had sex. Seemed only fair, and it didn't 
break any rules. I knew I would likely tell him about it. He was 
definitely gonna wonder where I learned all those neat things 
that 'Greg' had just done to me!

What surprised me the most was Daddy actually knowing Peter and 
his mom did that. I guessed that Maggie liked telling at least my 
parents a little about her fun with her son.


******


Daddy fixed us both a drink.

"Mom isn't gonna be pissed?"

"Hall pass," he bluntly said.

"Huh?"

"Your mother said I can do what I want with you except fuck."

"So she won't go nuts over you giving me a mixed drink?"

"Nope."

"So cool," I grinned, and sipped at my drink.

Daddy had been careful not to put much alcohol in mine. I was 
glad. While I wanted to get to do new things, I knew drinking 
something strong would probably make me barf. That wouldn't be a 
sexy thing for my 'boyfriend' to see.

"Did you like making out with me?" I asked.

"Very much. You would've been my choice for a girlfriend when I 
was a teen."

I pooched out my lips in a smile, and then kissed him.

"So ... do I keep calling you 'Greg'?"

"'Daddy' will do now."

"Bad Daddy," I teased.

Daddy took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. We moved onto 
the bed and he pulled me on top of him again.

"What else do you want to do with me?"

"It's an idea that I've had for a while, ever since I saw some of 
your first videos."

"I'm not even sure when the first video of me was made," I half-
chuckled, half-snorted.

"What’s the earliest you remember?"

I thought for a moment, "Probably me sucking off Bob on his 
birthday this summer."

"That was the first. And the second?"

“When he fucked me for the first time? When I gave him my 
virginity?”

“Nope.” Daddy grinned at the surprised look on my face.

"Figures," I laughed, shaking my head but not acting angry, "that 
I don’t know about all the videos you guys took of me.” I tried 
hard to think when they could have filmed me having sex.

Suddenly it dawned on me. It must have been the night when Jamie 
had thought he had locked the door, but the next morning it was 
unlocked. Mom and Daddy had admitted that they had watched us. 
Daddy must have filmed us while Mom had sucked him off.

“You filmed Jamie and me having sex?”

“You two were pretty hot together,” Daddy said with a smug 
expression on his face.

“What all did you see and film?”

“I wanted to talk to Jamie about something. When I went to his 
bedroom I noticed that he wasn’t in his room. I listened at your 
bedroom door for a second and immediately knew where he was and 
what you two were doing.

“I quickly went to get your mother and the camera, hoping to be 
able to watch you for a bit without you noticing.”

“What all did you see?” I asked again.

“We saw you in a hot sixty-nine with you on top of your brother. 
Then you pushed his cum from your mouth into his. Afterwards you 
both went to sleep with you holding on to his cock. You looked so 
sweet the way you two were cuddling.”

I blushed. I remembered that night vividly. Jamie had told me 
that he had sex with Mrs. Clark. We had licked each other’s butt 
holes for the first time. And my bedroom door was unlocked in the 
morning when Jamie had been sure that he had locked it the night 
before. I had freaked wondering if our parents had possibly seen 
us. And then Mom had told me she wanted me to go on birth 
control.

"I should be surprised and shocked, but I'm not."

"It's a very hot video to watch," Daddy stated, and the look on 
his face told the memory of it must have been just as hot.

"Okay, so ... what does that have to do with what you want to do 
with me?"

"Well ... I've always been a little jealous of Bob ... and Jamie, 
too."

"Because they got blowjobs from me? I've given you better ones 
than that!"

"No, it's not the blowjobs I'm jealous of ... it's the video with 
Bob ..."

I shook my head trying to understand what he was getting at.

He added, "Watching you crawl up on that bed like you did ..."

"That's what turns you on?"

"All of it does, baby girl, but watching that ... Gawd ... I 
think I rewound that part of the video hundreds of times!"

"I still don't know what you want," I softly said, wanting to do 
whatever he had in mind.

"I wanted to be Bob."

"I wished you had been!" I exclaimed, smiling.

“And I’ve watched the video of Jamie and you, oh, I don’t know 
how many times.”

“What’s so hot about that one?”

He added, "Watching you crawl up over Jamie on your bed like you 
did and then lowering your head to take his cock into your mouth 
... It was the first time I saw you actually having sex in 
person."

Daddy stared at the ceiling before he continued quietly. “I would 
have liked to be in Jamie’s place feeling your lips on my cock 
and looking at your wide-open pussy. I would have used the camera 
to make a 'point of view' movie of your pussy and you sucking my 
cock.

“Isn’t it crazy to be so jealous of my son because he is having 
sex with my daughter? And of Bob when I’m fucking his daughter? 
They both got to do things with you first that I could not at the 
time.”

“I was so jealous of Peter being with Mom when I spent the night 
at the Thomases. I knew we’d both be having sex, but still. Mrs. 
Thomas helped me put in the right perspective.”

I nuzzled into him kissing him repeatedly. “I would have liked it 
if your cock had been the first one I sucked.”

Daddy nodded. “I know, baby girl.”

He paused.

"And after the video you did for me yesterday ... Honey, that was 
the hottest thing ..."

"Daddy, out with it. Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

"I want you to do what you did with Bob and with Jamie, but I 
want to be holding the camera instead of it being hidden or 
filming secretly from the door."

"I get it. You want the best of those two videos," I playfully 
smirked.

"I brought the video camera," he grinned.

I blushed and self-consciously glanced around wondering if I was 
already on camera.

"It's still in the case," he laughed.

"Well, it's not doing you any good there!" I teased.

I hadn't even paid attention to the case. I had rarely even seen 
it. Usually the camera was out.

Daddy asked me to put on one of the bra and panties sets that I 
had gotten earlier. I picked out a white set like I had worn for 
Bob’s birthday. I checked myself out in the en-suite mirror and 
knew Daddy would like it.

I thought about the video I had done the day before. I had 
performed for a camera then. I knew Daddy would see it, but I 
could have redone it if I had thought I looked silly the first 
time. I could have even junked the whole thing if I hadn’t liked 
it.

This was going to be very different. Yeah, I was still performing 
for a camera, but Daddy would be holding it ... and this was for 
him to look at again and again. I was sure Mom would see it as 
well, and possibly others.

I did my best to get into the frame of mind I had been in for 
sucking off Bob on his birthday. It really wasn't that different 
than doing a cheer competition. I just would be doing sex stuff 
along with it.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Daddy was lying on the bed 
just like Bob had been. The big difference was he held a camera 
in his hand, pointing it at me.

"Very nice, baby girl," he practically moaned.

"You like?" I asked, twirling.

His cock was rock hard. This was gonna be fun even if the video 
would turn out to be crap.

I pulled my hair back with my hands and made little turns, posing 
for him, giving him angles of my body. ‘Give him profiles,’ 
Nicole had said.

His cock bounced as it throbbed. I smiled at his show of 
approval.

"Somebody does like," I tried saying seductively. I was gaining a 
lot of confidence with being in front of a camera.

I walked over to the end of the bed and crawled on it, standing 
up on my knees.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Hi, sweetie."

I looked down at my body before running my hands slowly over my 
body.

I swayed my hips back and forth, turning my upper body along with 
it. His mouth was partially open and his eyes were locked on me.

I hoped the camera was pointed correctly, because he wasn't 
paying any attention to it. But then I had never posed live like 
this for him before. At that point, I didn't care about doing the 
video. I just wanted to put on a show for my daddy. If the video 
came out great, all the better!

"You are so fucking lovely, Melissa," he finally said. "So 
amazingly sexy and beautiful."

My body shivered as I became emotional. It took everything in my 
being to not pounce on him and show him right then how much I 
loved and wanted him. I wanted to give him a show, though. We had 
all night for my pouncing.

I cupped my breasts and gently squeezed them.

"Want to see them?" I coyly asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

I giggled and bit my lip. I closed my eyes to get my focus. I 
didn't want to seem like a little kid.

But then he said, "Your giggles are so cute. Don't be 
embarrassed."

Then I remembered - he wanted a little kid! He wanted me to be a 
thirteen-year-old girl, giggles and all.

"Want me to take off my bra?"

"Please do, baby girl," he replied, getting back into making sure 
the camera captured everything.

I squeaked and smiled, reaching to undo it, letting it slowly 
fall from me.

He nodded his approval.

I again cupped and squeezed my tits, pinching my nipples this 
time as well.

"Do you like my little boobies, Daddy?"

"They're so perfect on your nimble little body."

I giggled again, "You think I'm nimble?" I asked, turning to my 
side, lying on my back so he got a side profile view with my legs 
in the air, sliding my panties slowly off.

Moving to stand back on my knees, I crawled outside of his legs 
to the side of him. I then poked my hips out toward him, sliding 
a hand down the middle of my tummy until it covered my pussy.

I patted my mound a few times, and looked into his eyes, "My 
little pussy is so wet."

I then reached for his cock, "And your cock is so hard. It's 
throbbing in my hand."

Stroking it, I leaned down and put the head right at my mouth. I 
tilted my head, looking at it closely, teasing him.

Then I moved back between his legs, leaning down as I moved up 
over him, his cock rubbing down my chin and neck until it was 
pressing upwards between my tits. I held there, smiling coyly, 
letting him and the camera get a good view of his big shaft 
between his little girl's boobies.

Leaning down, I began kissing his lower chest and stomach, taking 
my time to taste his flesh. He was definitely in shape. It was 
easy to be so naughty with such a hunk of a man. I kissed and 
licked further down, until my head was at his cock again. I moved 
my nose along his flesh, taking in his manly scent. Cupping his 
balls with my hand, I gently fondled them. I had my other hand 
slowly sliding up the underside of his shaft before circling my 
fingers around it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned when I began slowly licking 
one side of his cock with the flat of my tongue. "That feels so 
damn good, baby girl."

I made a show of using my tongue all over the big spongy head.

"Lick all over it, baby girl. Lick around the ridge, right there, 
that's the spot, keep doing that, honey."

I did this for probably several minutes before taking the head in 
my mouth. Bobbing my head, I gradually took more and more. I 
purposely made a lot of noise doing so, slurping, smacking, and 
sucking. My saliva was running down his cock.

My hand wrapped around the base as I continued sucking the top 
half. At times I lifted my mouth off and licked along the shaft, 
even pooching up my lips to slide along the length of his hard 
flesh.

He kept pointing the camera, but there were moments he closed his 
eyes. I knew he was trying to not blow his load. Knowing that 
made my pussy throb like mad!

Not wanting him to shoot too quickly, I moved my mouth to his 
balls, licking them, taking each in my mouth and gently sucking 
on them. I kept my hand around his cock though. I wanted him and 
the camera to see just how possessive I was of it.

Dropping my head lower, I licked his butthole. I doubted the 
camera would capture that, but I wanted to put my mouth all over 
his naughty places.

“Move over me like you did with Jamie,” he whispered quietly.

I quickly straddled him with my pussy directly in front of his 
face, spreading my legs wide to give him a good view of my wet 
open slit. I didn’t lower my hips though wanting him to be able 
to look between our bodies to see his cock in my mouth.

I did my best to give him a good show. I kept my hand around the 
base of his cock as I worked over the top half.

"Take it all, sweetie," he urgently said. "You've done it 
before."

I smiled and did just that. I took my time, but I got him all the 
way. Having him in my throat wasn't the easiest thing, but I was 
glad I could do it for him.

"Hold it deep, baby girl, I'm gonna cum!"

His cock began jerking and shooting before he even finished 
saying it. Having his cum go straight down my throat was so wild.

I was glad it went down the right way too! I had a momentary 
flashback to Doris and Mom talking about the splooge coming out 
of the chica's nose! That wouldn't have been very sexy.

I lifted my open mouth away with a string of semen clinging from 
the head of his cock to inside my mouth. Using my tongue, I got 
it all and swallowed.

"That's so fucking hot. Lick all of it off my cock. Clean Daddy's 
cock. I love my baby girl."

I stroked his cock a little more and a small drop appeared at the 
tip of it. I quickly licked it away, then looking between our 
bodies smiled at my Daddy. I climbed off him and lay down next to 
him.

He turned off the camera and dropped it on the bed. Pulling me up 
to him, he kissed me deeply.

"That was incredible, honey!"

"I take it I did good," I grinned.

"You have all of your mother's talents. I can't believe you can 
deep throat me though. Not many women can, much less a thirteen-
year-old girl."

"No other teen girl has with you?"

"Nope. Just you."

I did a scrunchy lip smile.

"It's okay to gloat ... this time," he half-laughed. "But don't 
get too full of yourself!"

"I'm getting full of you!" I said thinking about all his cum I 
had already swallowed. He laughed and kissed me a few more times.

We cuddled together for a while, just relaxing and enjoying our 
bodies touching.


******


Daddy put the camera away and joined me back in bed. Once again 
he had me lay on top of him.

"Why do you always want me like this?" I asked, more teasing him 
than anything.

"Because I like the way you feel on me."

I gave him a quick kiss.

"Well, I like lying on your sexy body," I said, feeling his pecs, 
"You're so lean and mean."

He tickled me and lifted his head to kiss me. I contentedly laid 
my head down on his chest and relaxed.

Daddy gently rubbed my head, combing my hair with his hands. I 
was one happy chica. I could have fallen asleep just like that!

But then his fingers lightly rubbed down the length of my back, 
to the top of my butt. Back and forth. Gawd he knew just how to 
touch me! He had rubbed my back many times, but this was very 
different. This was sexual and I was almost trembling from it.

Our lips met and once again we kissed passionately sucking on 
each other’s tongues. He took my bottom lip between his and 
gently pulled on it, catching me by surprise. So, I did the same 
to his lip. We both playfully laughed as our bodies writhed 
together and fought over who could suck on the other's lip next.

He turned me over until I was on my back again. He rubbed my 
tummy, but this time his hand moved much lower and gently pushed 
my legs apart. His fingers explored the folds of my pussy, 
pulling on my smaller lips, folding them out and rubbing them 
lightly. I felt him slide one finger into me and then a second.

His eyes were glued between my legs as I looked at him wide-eyed. 
The sensations in my pussy were almost too much. My hips started 
to buck wildly as his fingers rubbed firmly those ridges at the 
top of my cunt. It wasn’t his cock, but my daddy’s fingers in me 
felt incredible.

The second his thumb touched my clit, I came groaning and moaning 
as it began, and then screaming loudly into my hands. I rode out 
my orgasm with his fingers still in my pussy rubbing along the 
top. Another smaller orgasm hit me after a few seconds.

My body went slack and I was panting hard trying to recover my 
breath. Daddy looked at me so lovingly while I tried to breathe 
normally again. It took me a minute before I could talk.

"That was so good, Daddy.” I breathed out deeply. “Your fingers 
in me felt so good."

He kissed me gently. "I loved having my fingers in you, baby 
girl. I’m glad I could make you feel good."

I watched Daddy in awe as he put those two fingers in his mouth 
and sucked my juices off of them. He looked so hot doing it that 
I got turned on again immediately.

"Hmm," he sighed, "my baby girl tastes delicious." He licked and 
sucked them together and individually trying to get every little 
bit of my juice off them.

"I'm glad you covered my mouth. I almost wish you hadn't though, 
just to hear you."

"Aww," I gushed. "But wouldn't you have been worried sick that 
someone would wonder what was going on?"

"You stubbed your toe."

I laughed, "Yeah, that was all about my toe!"

"Okay, two toes then," he revised.

"I wouldn't mind having a whole bunch of sore toes for you," I 
flirted.

"I'd kiss each one of them and make them all better," he sweetly 
replied.

I blushed. It was sweet that he wanted to hear me bad enough that 
he would take such risks. No one would know I hadn't stubbed my 
toes. I could pretend to be a really klutzy cheerleader, if I 
needed to be.

I rolled over a little and kissed his small nipples while he 
still worked on his fingers. We hadn’t fucked, but the intimacy 
was there as if we had.

I felt a little sweaty and I knew I was a squishy mess between my 
legs. I reached for some tissues on the nightstand that the hotel 
had thoughtfully provided and wiped.

Daddy’s cock was still standing tall. I wondered again if he had 
some extra assistance for that.

"Did you take one of those pills, Daddy? Like you do with Sarah?"

He laughed. "Always the curious one, eh? If you must know, I did. 
I want us to enjoy our time together a best as we can."

"It's cool, Daddy," I said, reassuringly. "Mom doesn’t mind?"

"You mean the pills?"

"Yeah."

"She doesn't. She wanted us both to have a good time. We aren't 
likely to have many chances for it to be just the two of us, 
especially with school and cheerleading starting back soon."

"Is she okay with what we're doing just now? Doing sex stuff is 
one thing, but that was ..."

"Intimate?"

I nodded.

He turned serious. "Your mother knows and she is fine with it as 
long as we observe the rules. And I intend to do my very best not 
to break my wife’s trust in me. She trusts you, too. Otherwise 
you wouldn’t be here. So I hope you will do your very best, too."

"But ... what just happened ..."

"She's fine with me showing my affection for you."

I wasn't really sure just how cool Mom would feel about what we 
had been doing, and probably would be doing much more of for the 
rest of the night. Saying it is okay is one thing. I wondered 
just how she would feel if she had watched how intimate we had 
become.

"I want Mom to be okay with everything. The last thing I want is 
her being pissed off at me ..."

"Or me," Daddy interrupted. I smiled at him. A pissed off wife 
probably is worse than a pissed off Mom.

"She’s done so many neat things for me lately," I added. "We’ve 
only been talking more openly about everything for a little more 
than a week, but we have become so close already."

"Right. I'm very happy to see that, too. You and Jamie seem to be 
getting along a lot better as well."

"He's not such a bad big brother," I said, slightly blushing.

"He's a lucky boy to have you as a sister."

"Especially since I'll put out for him, huh?"

"Well, yes, but in a more traditional sibling way as well. I'm 
very happy that the two of you have become closer friends. 
Siblings don't just come along every day. You'll have each other 
when your mom and I will have been long gone from this world."

I hugged him, "You guys better be around for at least another 
hundred years."

We were both quiet for a minute. I enjoyed Daddy rubbing my back 
as I continued to hug him.

I sighed, "I wish tonight could last forever."

Daddy shook his head, but he smiled. "While it won't last 
forever, let’s enjoy as much of it as we can."

With that he got off the bed and walked over to his suitcase. His 
cock was sticking straight out and bobbed up and down as he 
walked.

I sat up and tried to see what he was doing. He searched for 
something in his suitcase and came back with what looked like a 
bottle of lube.

“Daddy!” I called out alarmed and sat up. According to Mom’s 
rules, my ass was off-limits to him just like my pussy. “You know 
you can’t fuck my butt either.”

He answered with a huge grin, "Not what you’re thinking, sweetie. 
I’ve got something else in mind. Lay down on your back."

I wondered what he had in mind that he needed the lube for. But I 
stretched back out.

Daddy got on the bed and straddled my tummy. What the fuck was he 
up to? I wasn't about to suck off his cock with lube on it. But 
then he squirted a good bit between my breasts. He spread it all 
around the valley between my small titties.

Did he seriously want to titty-fuck me? How could that work? Even 
if I pushed them together there wasn’t enough there to push 
around his dick. He might as well fuck my back!

But he scooted up and moved his cock directly between my breasts. 
He slid his cock up and squeezed my titties together as much as 
possible without ripping off what I did actually have.

"Put some lube on one of your hands and push my cock against your 
chest with it, baby girl," he said urgently.

It dawned on me what he had in mind and quickly lubed up my left 
hand. With my hand on top and his hands pushing my titties 
together we formed a slippery channel for his cock to fuck into.

Daddy started moving his cock between my tits. "Oh, little girl, 
your titties are so sexy, so soft, so very fuckable."

Fuckable? As small as my titties were I couldn’t quite agree with 
Daddy. But he did seem to really be enjoying himself. Hell, I was 
enjoying the feel of his shaft moving against my little boobies. 
Maybe they were fuckable enough to at least have some fun.

With his thumbs he rubbed so deliciously across my nipples as he 
rubbed himself against my breasts.

"Ah, your nipples are so hard, you’re turned on, aren’t you, baby 
girl? You like your father fucking your tits, don’t you, you 
nasty little girl."

The look on his face and the way he said it showed me that he was 
sincere. Suddenly I didn’t care if they were small. Little or 
not, my daddy wanted to fuck my titties!

I rolled my shoulders forward to give him as much contact with my 
soft breasts and applied some pressure to his cock with my hand. 
I wanted to make him feel as good as possible.

My eyes were glued on the head of his cock. I watched the slit in 
its tip opening and closing as it moved back and forth between my 
breasts. It was so fucking sexy.

Daddy leaned forward a little. He was just as fascinated as I was 
looking at his cock moving between my tits.

"My sweet little girl," he muttered. He was seriously getting off 
that the titties he was fucking were mine. I couldn't complain. 
It felt great, and I was getting off on the fact it was my 
father's cock between them.

"You're such a dirty daddy, fucking your little daughter’s small 
titties," I playfully told him with an edge in my voice. "You’re 
not supposed to do that, you filthy man!"

He moaned loudly and worked his cock harder against me.

"You don’t want me to stop, you nasty little girl, do you? You're 
a dirty little girl. You want your daddy to cum all over your 
chest, don’t you?"

"Is that what you want to do to your little girl? Shoot your load 
all over me?"

"You do want me to make a mess on you, don't you? Say it, you 
dirty little girl!"

"Do it, Daddy! Cum all over your little girl! Fuck my little 
titties and cum all over me!"

For a while we were both quiet as Daddy fucked my titties with 
determination. Just the juicy noise of his cock sliding between 
my lubed-up flesh and our hard breathing could be heard.

He forced his eyes open to look down at me to watch his cock 
sliding against my chest. I could tell that he was getting close 
to shooting all over me. He was using me to get off, and I was 
loving it!

His thumbs kept pushing against my hard nipples sending tingles 
down to my pussy. I rubbed my thighs together. With Daddy 
straddling my chest I couldn’t get my free hand to my pussy to 
rub one out.

Suddenly I thought this would be the perfect time to have Sarah 
here. She could lick my pussy while her lover fucked my titties. 
I was already so turned on. But the thought of playing with Daddy 
together with my best friend made me pant even harder. I wanted a 
repeat of our blindfold game with Daddy, but this time there 
would be no blindfold!

Daddy started to moan a little louder and moved more urgently 
underneath my hand. I applied a little more pressure to help him 
get off. His cock seemed to stiffen just a bit more.

"Get ready, nasty little girl, I’m cumming!"

Daddy threw his head back and loudly groaned "Yeeesss!" as his 
splooge spurted out of the slit in his cock head. I watched in 
awe the ropes of his cum flying out of the slit, splattering 
against my chin and my neck.

I leaned my head as far up as possible and stuck my tongue out as 
far as I could. Quickly grabbing his cock, I jerked it and tried 
to coax him into squirting some of his cum onto my tongue.

I caught the last two spurts and swirled his cum around in my 
mouth, savoring the flavor.

Daddy moved off my chest and lay next to me on his back, with an 
arm thrown across his face. We cuddled with each other without 
talking. I was wondering about the rest of the night. I looked 
over at his crotch. His cock had softened and lay on his thigh. 
Even when soft, his cock looked so damn sexy.

I needed to have an orgasm and debated whether to rub one out 
myself while he rested. If I had had my way, I would have waited 
till he got hard again though and would have just fucked him.

"Penny for your thoughts, little one," Daddy said.

"Just wishing I could have your dick in my pussy, Daddy-O. I’m so 
turned on."

He chuckled. "I know the feeling, and I know you’re horny. But 
even though we can’t fuck, I have some more fun things in mind. 
This night isn’t over yet, baby girl."

"Like what?" I rolled over and looked at him questioningly.

"You’ll see," he teased me.

"You’re teasing me, that’s not fair." I playfully hit him with my 
fists.

"First I think we ought to clean that mess off your chest."

After we had rested a little longer we took a quick shower. We 
both needed it, especially with the lube all over both of us. 
When I tried to touch Daddy’s cock, he gently but firmly pushed 
my hand away.

"Patience, sweetie."


******


Once we had dried off, we got back on the bed together. He had 
poured us a little more wine and we sipped some to refresh us.

I made sure to stay close enough to him so that we were touching 
as much as possible. I liked the feel of his naked skin touching 
mine.

"Are you doing okay, baby girl? With everything we've done 
tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm doing great," I quickly replied. "What about you?"

He sighed and blurted out, "I can't help but worry a little about 
all of this."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm not sure how all of this will affect our family. I 
fear at times that I may be pushing you into doing something you 
either don't want or aren't ready for. I know you're mature for 
your age, but you're still thirteen, and all of this is new for 
you. It's easy to get caught up in doing new things and not 
realizing you're getting yourself in deeper than you're ready 
for.

"For example, lying here naked with me and doing sex acts 
together. While it all may feel good, are you really deep down 
okay with having your father satisfying his lust for young girls 
through your body? Will you one day see me as a monster and lose 
respect for me?"

"You don't have to be afraid with me," I firmly stated.

Daddy thought for a minute. "It's a natural fear because the rest 
of society says I'm a monster, and that what I'm doing is so very 
wrong. Will that outside message one day hit home with you?"

I quickly replied, "I know, Daddy, what we're doing is considered 
wrong and illegal. But I refuse to let others rule my life and 
dictate what I can do. If you had really pushed me into doing 
something I didn't want to do, then that would be wrong. But that 
hasn't happened.

"There is nothing wrong with feeling good. And sex with you feels 
good. Yes, I'm inexperienced in how to handle older teens and 
adults who want to have sex with me. I totally understand that. 
And that's why I need you and Mom to be there for me."

"Your big brother is someone to depend on as well, especially 
with things that are going to happen with older teen boys."

I was surprised he said that and had so much faith in Jamie to 
look out for me.

"He's already warned me about high school boys. I know older boys 
at school will try to push me into things, but that is true for 
any other girl, too. In many ways, I already feel better prepared 
to deal with all of that. I think I'm less likely to be taken 
advantage of."

"Perhaps, but actually someone with ulterior motives toward you 
would have several less barriers to worry about compared to an 
inexperienced girl who might completely shy away from any sexual 
advances. Someone intending to take advantage of you may be also 
after more than just having sex. They may try to exploit you 
sexually in a way that is hurtful, or attempt to get you involved 
with dangerous things ... like drugs, for example.

"Sometimes you don't know how deep you are into something until 
you're neck deep. With your mom and I, and our friends, we can 
take things in small steps, gauging how comfortable you are with 
something, and back off before things go too far for you. It's 
why we haven't just jumped into taking you to orgies and other 
such things."

I said, "Nothing I've done so far is really something I feel got 
me in too deep so that I would've freaked out though. It just 
seems like everyone is being silly and acting like I'm so 
delicate or something."

"There are some things, sweetie, that you could've 'freaked out' 
over. At least some girls might have. It pays to go slow and then 
speed up as you get used to things."

"Like what?"

"Group sex for one, like the time with Brent, Bob and Colleen 
right after the blindfold game."

"Yeah, but I think I could've handled that ever since my first 
blindfold game."

"Or all the anal play with Doris and Bradley. Did you ever 
imagine you would be licking inside someone's stretched opened 
asshole?"

I smiled and shook my head. Before the past Wednesday night, I 
would have been totally grossed out over just the idea. But Doris 
took things slowly. When we were doing it, I felt like I could 
easily back out at any time.

Doris had gotten me so turned on by taking things slowly. And 
once I had gotten started, I felt so wicked doing it. The more I 
licked, the more I wanted to lick. It was very addictive. It was 
so dirty to do, but not in a yucky kind of way.

“And what about something kinky like the gang bang you saw in the 
old Munson House? Four or even more guys going at you at the same 
time?”

"It's cool ... different strokes and such."

"I'm glad you think that way."

"Oh, I've been trying not to judge people for their kinks. It's 
hard not to do though, but I try. Like Jamie liking to eat cum. 
It's unusual for a guy to be into that, but so what? It hasn't 
killed me yet, and I've swallowed a lot lately!"

"I'm glad you see it that way. It shows a lot of maturity."

I preened.

"Have you ever swallowed your cum?" I asked.

"I did once when I was a teenager. I practically bent myself into 
a pretzel to shoot into my mouth. I swallowed it all too. It 
wasn't bad, but it isn’t something I care to do again."

"Too cool!" I smiled. My daddy was open to being a little kinky 
sometimes!

"I bet every guy has done something like it at least once, even 
if it was just a little," he stated.

I nodded.

He added, "I've tasted other guys cum as well during things like 
orgies. It's hard to avoid if you like licking pussy. And since 
the ladies aren't squeamish about blowing us guys with their 
juices all over our cocks, it seems only fair to return the 
favor. It's not going to kill me, at least it hasn't so far. It's 
not something I seek out though."

"I was wondering how that went at orgies, especially having sex 
throughout the night. Do guys cum in girls when fucking? Or are 
they supposed to pull out and shoot?"

"Both usually. A lot depends on those participating. Some 'open' 
clubs require condoms all the time. With clubs like ours, it can 
vary. We don't use condoms as a rule. We may with outside guests. 
But we're all regularly tested and understand that we can't be 
reckless about who we have sex with outside the club."

"I wouldn't like guys wearing them."

"Most girls don't. So, cream pies are a frequent thing. Some guys 
won't go down on a girl or woman with cum in them, but many 
will."

Those who will are always going to be my favorite guys!

"Most guys won't though if the girl has gotten really swampy," he 
chuckled, causing me to as well. He added, "There are showers 
available where we party. Everyone normally washes up at least 
once during the evening. The shower can also become an orgy room 
at times too!"

I had so much to learn about what goes on at the club meetings. I 
wasn't sure what all to ask though.

"But to get back to why we don't force our kids into things, 
you've told your mom you're not interested in being pissed on. 
What if I badgered you for the rest of tonight to let me do it to 
you? Tried guilting you or even demanding you do it?"

I listened intently.

"Odds are, I could get you to do it. The cost would be great 
though. You would feel violated, your trust in me would likely be 
gone. Most likely a lot of your love for me as well.

"Back home, it likely would eat away at you to the point that you 
might hate me. We would both lose a lot because of my actions - 
for you a father you can trust, and for me a daughter who no 
longer adores me ... just for the thrill I could get from my 
pissing on a young girl."

I leaned into him and kissed his chest. I knew I was a lucky 
girl. He was a total pervert, but I knew he would always be 
careful not to hurt me. And I totally adored him.


******


We were both deep in our thoughts. I had a lot to digest and 
think about. But I trusted my parents and their friends to never 
push me into something I couldn’t handle.

"I want to show you something." Daddy interrupted the silence.

While I lay on the bed relaxing I wondered what other surprise 
Daddy had in mind when I saw him removing some DVDs from his 
suitcase.

"What’s on those DVDs, Daddy?"

He chuckled. "Patience, baby girl."

Yeah right, patience wasn’t exactly my best virtue.

He put the DVD in the player, grabbed the remote and came back to 
lay with me in bed.

The TV screen came on and showed a nice A-frame house sitting on 
a clearing somewhere in the woods. I had never been to that place 
and wondered where it was and who owned it.

I asked him but he just told me to hang on.

Just then the camera zoomed in on a man inside the house. He was 
standing with his hips pushed slightly forward as a young chick 
was kneeling in front of him, hungrily sucking on his cock. I 
quickly recognized Kent Rayner and Penny. But this video must 
have been taken some years ago because Penny looked much younger 
than she is now.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "that’s Kent with his daughter Penny. How old 
was she in this video?"

"A little younger than you are now, sweetie. This was not too 
long after Kent had taken Penny’s virginity. It was her first 
time with some other adult people other than her parents."

I watched the screen again. The camera moved across the room to 
another man with a young girl. They were in a sixty-nine with the 
girl on top. She had the man’s cock deep in her mouth and she 
seemed to suck on it rather greedily. I didn’t recognize the man 
or the girl.

"What kind of video is this? Who are those two?" I asked Daddy.

"They are a father and his daughter from out-of-town. I don’t 
know them either. They are from a swinger group up north. Swinger 
groups from different parts of the area connect at times."

He glanced at me as I was intently watching the screen. The 
camera moved around the pair to capture the man’s tongue lapping 
on her slit. He had pulled her lips apart with his thumbs so he 
could stab her opening with his tongue. The camera zoomed in and 
her pussy filled the screen. You could see every detail in living 
color.

"This is a video of some father-daughter pairs getting together 
for a little fun. I thought you might like to look at something 
like this so you can decide if you want to go to the meeting of 
our swinger group and what you may be comfortable with."

The camera moved again to a third pair. My eyes popped wide open. 
There was the good pastor Bradley Thomas sitting in a chair with 
his legs spread and his cock sticking straight up. Between his 
knees was a much younger Kari, slowly stroking his cock as she 
looked at him adoringly. No wonder Bradley was so fond of Julie, 
he had already enjoyed her big sister’s talents early on.

"But Kari isn’t Bradley’s daughter, is she?"

Daddy laughed. "Of course not. But they pretended to be one for 
this meeting. As you know, Brent and Terri don’t mind watching 
their kids having sex or their kids watching them. But they won’t 
do anything sexual with their own kids."

I nodded that I understood.

It seemed somebody had given a signal because suddenly the camera 
zoomed out showing all three chicks getting up to change 
partners.

As the video continued to play, I decided to ask more about 
something from earlier.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"You told me a little about the club and cream pies and such ..."

"And?"

"What's it really like at one of the swinger club meetings?"

"Well, there will be a lot of sex ..."

"Duh, Daddy. What happens though? Do people pair up? Do people go 
off to rooms or something in small groups? Or do they stay out in 
the open and have sex in front of everyone?"

"Yes to all of that."

"Who decides?"

"No one in particular runs things. Anyone can suggest things to 
do."

"How will I know what to do though?"

"It won't be hard for you to figure out. Just join in with those 
things you feel comfortable with."

I sighed. He wasn't telling me what I really wanted to know! Men 
can be so dense. So I just came right out and asked.

"But, what will it be like for me? Especially with it being my 
first time?"

He looked at me closely for a few moments before saying, "I could 
tell you what I think, but maybe this is a talk best left for you 
and your mother to have."

"Probably," I admitted, not happy he didn't at least try. But 
then he surprised me.

"I do know that as a new girl, you will get a whole lot of 
attention. You need to be prepared for that. And you need to 
assert yourself if you don't feel comfortable about something 
someone wants to do with you."

I nodded.

"The good thing is you won't be the only new girl," he said. 
"Otherwise, most everyone would be focused on you."

I wasn't sure getting all the attention was such a bad thing.

He added, "Some girls love getting a lot of attention, some not 
so much. One thing you can be sure of is that there will be times 
when three or more adults will be with you at the same time. The 
evening can go by pretty fast, and I'm sure most will want to 
have a chance to be with you even if they have to share you with 
someone else at the same time."

I remembered the girl at the Old Munson house in the middle of a 
bunch of men. The idea of that happening with the men I had 
already been with turned me on, but there would be other men I 
hadn't even met yet. How would I feel about strangers doing 
things with me all at one time?

He added, “And then there is always that little word ‘No’. 
Everyone is expected to respect that a person may not want to do 
something at any particular moment, or with a particular person, 
or may not want to do what the other suggested. If you say ‘No’ 
to someone and he or she doesn’t back off, then I,” he emphasized 
the ‘I’, “expect you to scream bloody murder. I will personally 
make sure that that person will regret not backing off of you.”

He grabbed me and hugged me tight. I felt so safe knowing my 
parents would watch out for me.

He finished by saying, "You need to talk about these kinds of 
things with your mom, especially anything you might be worried 
about. She can give you a perspective that I can't, and offer 
advice on how best to handle different situations."

"How many adults will be there?"

"Twenty-two, just the regular members, if everyone can make it."

We focused back on the video, watching the guys getting more 
aroused and close to cumming.

I looked at Daddy. His eyes were glued to the screen and he 
slowly pulled on his cock. I rolled over a little and gently 
pushed his hand away.

My hand was stroking his dick, which became completely hard again 
very quickly.

"I love having my little girl do that. God!"

I spread my legs open and gently rubbed along my slit.

"That little pussy is so cute. Rub your clit for me, honey."

Which I did.

"My pussy is so wet, Daddy."

"I love watching your slender fingers do that," he groaned. "And 
your soft hand feels so good wrapped around my cock, sugar."

"You have the sexiest cock ever, Daddy."

I took the hand from my pussy, grabbed his closest one, and put 
it where mine had been.

"You're really okay with having your old man play with you?"

"Gawd, yes. You're the one man I want to play with me."

"Not Bob, Brent, Kent, Bradley, Larry, Russell ..."

"Larry and Russell?"

"Larry Formon, who you fucked in the video booth, remember?

Gawd did I remember! That had been so wild!

"And Russell Blackmon in Long Cane?" he asked. "Remember the man 
who fucked you in the back of the hardware store?"

"Are you upset at me for fucking them?"

"No, sweetie. I just wished I could've watched them," he said 
with a growing smile.

"Watched their big cocks squeezing in and out of my little hole?" 
I teasingly asked.

"Mmm, yes baby girl."

"And shooting all their cum deep inside that little hole?"

"Deep inside your little body," he groaned.

"I wish it could be yours shooting inside my hole," I pouted.

After a moment, "Me too."

"One day, Daddy. I swear I'll find some way to change Mom's 
mind."

"Don't push her, honey. You'll just piss her off."

We were both quiet for a short time as we continued playing with 
each other.

"Tell me, do you think Mom wants to fuck Jamie?"

"I know she does."

My eyes shot wide open, "How do you know?"

"I pretend to be your brother for her sometimes. She has the 
biggest orgasms when I do."

"Wow." I was totally stunned that he was telling me something so 
private! I wondered if it was because I had him so horny. Maybe 
he couldn't think so clearly. There was a whole lot of blood in 
his cock!

He then added, "She likes young boys as much as I like young 
girls."

"Why? Men are so much better," I asserted.

"I think for the same reason men like young girls - innocence, 
bashfulness, non-judgmental, fresh young bodies with flawless 
soft skin, genuine smiles with ultra-soft lips, glowing 
personalities, and the ability to always be cute."

"That's it?" I teased. "I have a 'glowing personality'?"

"And a cute tuckus," he said, turning me as I squealed so he 
could swat my butt.

"So you like my heinie, huh?"

"Mmmhmmm."

Turning back to him, I sweetly smiled. "And you think I have the 
ability to always be cute?"

"You're cute even when you're not trying, little girl."

"Awww," I soaked up the compliment. I think some would beg to 
differ, but I wasn't going to stop Daddy from gushing about me.

"There is also something dreamlike about girls as young as you 
having knowledge of sex or being seductive. It's the embodiment 
of naughtiness. Plus, slender and petite are a huge turn on for 
me. It's part of what I love about your mother as well."

I looked at him for a few moments. I wasn't sure if he got turned 
on because of the actual sex, or the fact he could have sex with 
a kid. Was he turned on by me? Or was it the whole idea that he 
could have sex with me? I figured it could be both, each at 
different times even.

I finally asked, "Do you think all men like young girls?"

"I think if they weren't indoctrinated that it was always a bad 
thing that they would to some degree. I don't think that many 
would act on it, though, even if it was legal."

"I'm glad you did."

"I've been very fortunate. I mean, most young girls are typically 
only interested in guys reasonably close to their age. 
Celebrities tend to be the exception to that. For most adults, 
that would mean a girl who is a relative or a neighbor or a 
friend's child."

"It's neat that you and Mom have friends that acted on it then."


******


"Daddy, how did you first get involved with swinging, especially 
with kids?"

"I first became involved in swinging together with your mother at 
some student parties at college. She had of course already been 
involved with swinging before then. That’s where I met Doris, 
Maggie, Kent, and Bob. Shortly after I met your mother, she had 
introduced me to her best friend Colleen."

“So that was with your friends. But how did you start getting 
involved with kids?”

“We had seen some adults have sex with kids at some swinger 
meets. The kids were usually a little older though. But we didn’t 
get involved with them at the time. It wasn’t until the Rayners 
got started with Kari that we considered having sex with kids. We 
all talked about the possibility then. Your mother and Colleen 
told our friends about their experiences. And we took it from 
there. Penny and Kari were the first who became involved with 
adults as you now know.

I was quiet for a few minutes before I asked, "What was it like 
for you when you found out the Rayners wanted to do things with 
their own kids? How would someone even begin to talk about 
something like that?"

"It was awkward at first. Opening up to your friends about 
something so taboo isn't easy. It definitely wasn't for the 
Rayners. And only a very limited number of people know about 
them."

"They must've known you wouldn't turn them in or anything."

"We had been swinging together for some time then, sweetie. And 
the way it happened helped. With Maggie discovering Penny, Kari, 
and Mandy having sex, it gave Maggie and Terri a reason to talk 
about Maggie getting sexually involving with Kari. They talked 
about how great it would've been to have someone show them what 
to do when they were twelve.

"With the two of them being so close, Maggie felt comfortable 
enough to suggest becoming a sexual mentor for Kari, teaching her 
how to have sex. When Terri didn’t react disgustedly, they knew 
they were of a like mind. From there the idea evolved into Maggie 
taking that step with Terri agreeing to help, especially if 
damage control was needed. Fortunately, it worked out fine.”

"But how did they tell others, like you and Mom and the Clarks?"

"Terri and Maggie had been childhood friends. They already knew 
so much about each other. But there was no sure way for them to 
know how the rest of us would react. So, they eased us into the 
discussion. They put out 'feeler' comments and questions to see 
how we would react. Maggie had to say things in a way that 
weren’t too revealing. If she had come right out and asked us, we 
would've automatically said we were against it because we didn't 
know how they would react if we said we were all for it. In a lot 
of ways, it's like trying to find out if your friends are open to 
swinging with you when you're trying to hide it."

"I think I know what you mean. You have to figure out just how 
they feel about the topic in a non-threatening way. It's like my 
trying to find out if a girl at school would be interested in 
having sex with me."

"That's a perfect analogy. They had to decide if they could trust 
us not to react badly. No matter how much you think you know 
about your friends, you're taking a big chance, when it involves 
possibly losing everything and a long prison sentence. At some 
point though, it's still a leap of faith. You try to make it an 
educated leap though."

"Like you find out if you see the same things in them that you 
see in yourself?"

"Pretty much. They could still react in disgust, if for no other 
reason than to hide their own desire to have sex with kids."

"So when Maggie first had sex with Penny, how did she tell you 
and Mom?"

"The idea had already been talked about. None of us had acted 
opposed to it. In fact, we all thought it would be pretty hot if 
it happened. You see, with the big taboo of having sex with kids 
already out of the way, incest wasn't that big of a leap 
anymore."

"And it wasn't a big leap to have sex with the rest of the kids, 
right?"

He smiled and shrugged. "All of us knew that the group was 
interested."

"Who pushed it the most?"

"That would have been Maggie, but it didn't take a lot of 
pushing."

"Was Mom a pushover?"

"She didn't have to be pushed over. Remember, she had already had 
sex with adults when she was a teen. She had seen the fun in it 
by spying on the Old Munson house swingers. The same was true 
with Colleen, and Bob didn't need pushing."

"And Doris and Bradley?"

"They were up for anything, sweetie. They always have been. 'As 
long as no one is being hurt' is pretty much their motto. After 
your mother and I got together with them, they were on board."

"And how was that done?"

"During the middle of some very wild sex."

I giggled.

"People let their guards down much more easily when they are very 
aroused. Peoples inhibitions seem to disappear very easily."

"So in the middle of hot sex, you just mention fucking each 
other's kids?"

"Not quite that bluntly, but inserting a possible fantasy 
scenario in a situation where everyone is letting go of their 
inhibitions can work magic ..."

I then remembered how easy it had been to get the Clarks to 
pretend I was Sarah. We were all horny as fuck at the time, and 
talking really dirty with each other.

"... With Doris and Bradley, opportunities with their church 
staff's kids came up, along with the situation with Julie too."

"I think I understand what you mean," I replied, smiling.

He chuckled before adding, "Revealing it in a way that gives them 
the opportunity to join in is the best way, but is incredibly 
risky too. You have to know the people very intimately. If you 
don't, then don't try it."


******


We both then settled back to watch the video a little longer, but 
I was so friggin horny already.

Daddy clicked the video off and got off the bed. He got something 
else out of his suitcase. I kicked myself for not exploring his 
suitcase when he hadn’t returned yet.

He came back to the bed hiding something behind his back.

"Lay down Melissa, and close your eyes."

I did as Daddy told me. I felt his hands on my legs pushing them 
apart.

"Don’t peek, baby girl. It would ruin the surprise!"

I knew if he tried to put his cock into me I would have to stop 
him, even though I wanted nothing more than that at the moment.

I felt his hands at my pussy spreading my lips.

"You’re certainly very wet, young lady. How come?" he teased me.

"Because my daddy fucked my titties. That made my little pussy 
get all juicy. It’s all tingly. It wants his cock in it."

"Do you really want my cock, baby girl?"

"If only!"

"Well, here it is."

I sat up alarmed. "No, Daddy, don’t, we can't fuck. We promised 
Mom."

When I saw what he was actually doing, I wasn't sure what to say. 
He wasn’t trying to fuck me. Rather he knelt between my legs with 
a dildo in his hand that looked like a real cock. And it looked 
very familiar too!

He pushed it slowly into my cunt. Fuck! It felt so good!

"Lay back, sweetie. Let me fuck you."

I leaned back and enjoyed what he was doing to me. He thrust that 
dildo into me with long slow strokes. I closed my eyes again and 
pictured Daddy on top of me with his cock fucking deeply into my 
pussy.

I felt his lips on my nipples, sucking on them. I couldn’t lie 
still. My hips were jerking trying to get as much of the fake 
cock in my pussy as I could.

"Use this on your clit, little one." Daddy handed me a slim 
purple vibrator. I turned the base to switch it on. I jumped as I 
rubbed my clit with it. My body went into overload as Daddy 
stroked the thingie faster into my opening as if a man was 
getting ready to cum in my pussy.

I moaned loudly and suddenly there was a pillow over my head 
which Daddy had tossed to muffle my noise.

"Oh, my Gawd, Daddy! You’re killing me!" I wasn’t sure if he 
heard me, but he must have felt how close I was to having a very 
intense orgasm.

My whole body went rigid and I think I forgot to breathe for a 
few seconds. I tossed the vibrator on the bed and cupped my pussy 
forcing Daddy to hold still with his dildo.

It took a long time for me to come down. I was panting like 
crazy, I had come so good.

Daddy slowly pulled the dildo out of my pussy and showed it to 
me.

"Recognize this cock?" he said sorta teasingly.

I took it from his hands and looked at it carefully. I saw the 
veins and ridges. I touched it all over. Suddenly it dawned on 
me.

"That’s your cock, Daddy!"

He laughed. "Not exactly. Mine is between my legs."

"But how?"

"It’s a model of mine though."

"You can have a model made of your dick?!"

"Your mother made a model of it a while back. We thought you 
might enjoy having the next best thing to what you can't have."

I groaned. I almost came again from the thought. I had gotten off 
so fucking good to a model of my daddy’s sexy cock!

Daddy stretched out next to me and kissed me tenderly.

"You sure get noisy, baby girl."

I shrugged. "I can’t help it when you do me like that, Daddy."

He chuckled.

"So, are you having fun with your old man, sweetie?"

I rolled over on top of him and kissed him more fiercely. "Yeah, 
this is really great."

We locked eyes. I felt the unspoken wish from both of us to go 
all the way at that moment. It would have been so easy to slide 
down his body some and his hard dick would have slipped into my 
pussy. I sighed.

But then the whole day had been fun. So I couldn’t complain.

We sipped some more wine and I also had some water. All this 
watching and talking about sex with my daddy had made me quite 
thirsty. It felt so good to rest next cuddled up to my daddy.

“Has Sarah had that model of your cock in her pussy? Or Pam?”

Daddy looked a little miffed. “Only Sarah has when we spent the 
weekend at the lake house. Look I thought we had this jealousy 
issue settled, baby girl.”

“I’m sorry, it’s not that I’m jealous of Sarah so much, it’s ... 
it’s just that it seems we cannot have any firsts together.”

“You’re the first teen girl who has deep-throated me. Isn’t that 
a first?”

I cuddled up to him. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I am having a great time. 
I don’t mean to be a little bitch.”

“I understand, little one. Like I said earlier though, you need 
to work on your attitude about feeling left out or behind or 
whatever. You’re getting to do a whole lot of things I would've 
never pictured actually doing with you only a month ago.”

After a few moments, I watched Daddy get up and pull another 
video disc out to insert into the DVD player. I noticed that it 
wasn't a typical porn video and not one of those my parents or 
one of their friends had made. It looked more like a professional 
video but with young girls having sex.

I stared at the TV. The movie was of an orgy at night with three 
teen girls, and I counted nine men with them.

“Oh my Gawd, that's Anna!” I practically yelled. “And that’s 
Alicia Formon, isn’t it?!” I pointed at another girl as the 
camera zoomed in on her face. I recognized her from the album 
that Mom had let me find the day before. I didn’t recognize the 
third girl.

From Anna's appearance, I figured that the movie must have been 
made about a year ago.

Daddy nodded. “This movie was made during an orgy, sweetie, where 
the men got together with these girls. Their fathers are part of 
this group of men.

I gawked at what was occurring in the video.

"Surprised?” he asked with a big grin.

“Yeah.” I looked intently at the screen as the camera zoomed in 
on the men. I recognized Andy Taylor and Larry Formon, and also 
saw Kent Rayner and Brent Walcott. I didn’t know the other men.

“Who is the third girl?” I looked at her closely when the camera 
zoomed in on her.

“I don’t know who she is. I believe she and her father are 
members of a swinger group from another part of the state.”

“You weren’t invited?”

He chuckled. “No, I wasn’t.”

I kept on watching. The girls were lying on their backs about the 
same distance apart in a sort of circle, with their heads close 
together in the middle. They each had a guy fucking them and two 
guys who were next to them, one with his cock at her mouth while 
the other was being jerked off by the girl. The guys would switch 
positions from time to time and would also switch between girls.

“Sometimes things similar to what you are seeing here could 
happen at a swinger club meeting, too, baby girl. Do you think 
you would be okay with doing something like that?”

I thought about it for a moment. “That looks pretty intense, 
Daddy.”

I had been okay with Bob and Brent fucking me both, but this was 
different. Would I really be okay with nine men fucking me and 
cumming all over me? The girl in the Munson house had four guys 
fucking her, not nine. Pam had said she had three guys with her 
at one time at the Meyers. But nine guys? I wasn’t so sure about 
that. What I did know for sure was that I would want Daddy or Mom 
there watching out for me if I did participate in something like 
that.

Better if it would be both, I thought, then Daddy could be one of 
guys fucking me and Mom could watch out for me.

I sighed. Like that would happen with Mom’s no-fucking rule.

Then I watched Mr. Formon move between Alicia's legs.

"Mr. Formon fucks his daughter?!" I blurted out at Daddy, as her 
father situated his cock at her opening.

"Uh huh," he simply replied.

"Does any other father-daughter I know do that too?"

"Just the Rayners, Formons, and Taylors in our group," he 
replied.

Alicia didn't really react differently that when the other men 
fucked her. I figured this was far from new for them!

I then watched Anna closely. She seemed to handle what was 
happening pretty well. But then she had also been involved in 
things much longer that I had been. I was certain that if she 
could handle it, then so could I.

“Would you take me to an orgy like that, Daddy? I think I would 
be okay with it if you were there with me.”

“I’m showing you this video so you can be prepared for the 
swinger club meeting which you will participate in. You need to 
think about what you might be comfortable with and what you may 
not like to do.”

I remembered what Nikki had told me about Nicole’s first swinger 
party. It had sounded like the way to go.

“I think I’d like to take things a little slow at first and then 
see how I feel.”

“That’s a good choice, baby girl, I can assure you that either I 
or your mother will be watching out to make sure that you won’t 
wind up in a scene you cannot handle. But you may also just want 
to try something once to see how you feel about it.”

“You could fuck me for real if I were in a circle fuck like that, 
Daddy.”

“Wish I could, little girl, that would be so hot,” he quietly 
admitted, hesitating only slightly.

I turned to look at him. I was surprised he admitted to so much. 
I would definitely go if it meant finally having a chance to have 
my daddy’s cock in my pussy. His real cock, and not just the 
model of it.

“For real?”

He blushed and looked down. “Yes I would.”

Some of the guys started to cum. One of them shot his splooge all 
over Alicia’s face. I already knew she liked that.

“As you said, it can get pretty intense, Melissa. Do you really 
think you are ready for that?”

I hugged Daddy. “I think so. I definitely would if you were one 
of the guys fucking me," I smiled.

He grinned while shaking his head at me.

More of the guys were cumming shooting their junk all over the 
girls' faces, tits, and bellies. I figured they were doing it for 
the camera. Mom had mentioned 'money shots' several times while I 
watched the old movies with her and Doris. I figured that the men 
were asked to pull out so their spurting cum could be captured on 
video.

I looked at Daddy’s cock. It was sticking straight up. I wrapped 
my hand around it and stroked it slowly as he started to finger 
my cooch. I thought about how comfortable I was now with all that 
was happening between us. Not very long ago I would have been 
totally weirded out doing this with him.

Daddy fast forwarded to the end of the movie and let me see all 
three girls absolutely covered with cum. I watched Anna wipe some 
from her face into her mouth and one of the other girls moving 
over and licking some cum from Anna’s tits.

Then the camera panned over to Alicia zooming in on her cum 
soaked pussy. She pulled her knees up and held it wide open for 
the camera saying that it was her dad's cum soaking inside her 
little pussy.

She definitely wasn't upset about it!

“I’m so jealous, Daddy, I want your cum in my pussy so badly, but 
I may never actually get to like Pam and Penny, or Anna, or 
Alicia can.”

“Please, don’t push me, baby girl. It’s hard enough to lie here 
with you and not jump on your bones.” Daddy sounded a little 
throaty. He was breathing hard as well.

“It’s hard not to pull you over me, Daddy, and get you to fuck me 
for real.”

We looked at each other. It was even more dangerous than just a 
few moments ago. We both wanted the same thing. If one of us had 
moved at that moment, I am sure we would have fucked.

Daddy suddenly jumped up breaking the spell of the moment saying, 
“I think I’ll have a little Tequila.”

I sighed with disappointment but at the same time I was glad we 
hadn’t broken Mom’s rules.

He walked to the honor bar and came back with a small flask of 
booze but no glass. In his other hand he had a towel.

“Well, my wild little angel, I’d like to try something wild with 
you.” He smiled apparently just as glad that that critical moment 
was over. His cock was still hard and sticking straight out 
though.

"Yeah? Like what?" I carefully asked while looking at the flask.

“You’ll see. Stretch out flat on the towel, sweetie, and then 
don’t move.” Daddy knelt on the bed next to me. “Ready?”

I was confused and had no idea of what he had in mind. He held 
the bottle about a foot above my belly button and slowly poured 
some of the Tequila into my belly button.

“That feels funny, Daddy,” I giggled, my tummy quivered as the 
cold liquid hit my warm skin. I tried hard to lie still, and 
sucked in my tummy some so that none of it ran off onto the 
sheets.

He smiled but didn’t say anything as he lowered his head and 
began to lick the Tequila from my belly button.

I could hardly lie still then. Daddy’s tongue in my belly button 
tickled a little, but actually it was a much deeper tickle that 
went straight to my clit.

“That feels weird, Daddy.” I was breathing hard and started to 
squirm.

“Lie still, little girl,” Daddy said teasingly.

“I can feel your tongue all the way down to my pussy, Daddy.”

Daddy unscrewed the bottle again and poured another small amount 
over my breasts. The Tequila smelled pretty strong as he licked 
it off my tits. My nipples were getting hard and pointy.

“What are you doing to me, Daddy?” I whispered getting more 
turned with every lick from him.

“Just lie still, baby girl. This is called body shots, slurping 
liquor off a pretty girl.”

He poured a thin trail of the booze from my breasts to my belly 
button again and then followed the trail with his tongue, licking 
the cool liquid from my skin.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on moving as little as possible 
as I was getting more and more turned on.

Then he poured some of the liquor on my pussy hair soaking it. 
Again his tongue cleaned it off of me.

I jumped as his tongue hit my clit and came immediately. I 
screamed out loud and again a pillow hit my face.

I was breathing hard with my eyes closed. My whole body was 
moving trying to calm down.

I had just had two very intense orgasms with my daddy. I felt 
wasted even though it was Daddy drinking the booze.

“Are you still alive?” Daddy asked me with a big grin.

I nodded not quite ready to speak again.

“I haven’t done that with Sarah yet. Or any of your other 
friends.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled at him.

He smiled, too. “I just hope you’re beginning to see that there 
are plenty of neat things for us to do. And that it’s not 
important if I have done them with anybody else. This night is 
just about us, baby girl.”

“Thanks, Daddy. I love everything we’ve done tonight. I just hope 
it won't be the only time.”

"I can promise you that it won't."

I looked at his cock and it was still completely hard. I figured 
he would be up for at least one more orgasm. And I knew I could 
do something for Daddy that he would really enjoy.

I pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. I smiled at him 
as I slowly lowered my head. I took his cock and rubbed it all 
over my face before I kissed it. I never lost eye contact with 
him.

I kissed all around its head and then l pushed his cock against 
his tummy to kiss the underside of it. I let my tongue flutter 
over that sweet spot that guys love to have licked, flicking 
around the top, especially the wrinkly spot on the underside 
where the spongy knob and shaft are joined.

I loved the ridge along the base of the crown, and the way it 
felt rubbing inside me. I only wished I could feel Daddy's in a 
few other places besides my mouth!

Daddy pushed another pillow underneath his head so he could 
better watch me, his baby girl, play with his stiff dick.

He was looking intently at me as I rubbed his cock back and forth 
across my lips.

"You like watching me, doncha?"

"Absolutely."

I rubbed his cock against my cheek and asked, "Daddy, did you 
enjoy making me in my mom?"

Daddy groaned.

"I bet you did, Daddy."

I had a wild thought to wind him up with.

"You know, Daddy, I might have been okay with you trying things 
with me when I was younger," I teased.

"Yeah?"

"I think if you had taken your time with me, and I'd had a chance 
to see your hard cock beforehand some, I probably would've liked 
touching and rubbing it like this," I said, running my hand along 
it slowly. "Would you have liked that?"

He moaned. He didn't say, 'honey' or 'baby girl' in an 
apprehensive way. He moaned. I pushed on.

"Would you have played dirty games like 'doctor' with me when I 
was eight?"

He whimpered. I knew I had him!

"If everything had been perfect and you knew I wouldn't have been 
hurt, would you have let me be your dirty little girl?"

"Hell yes, baby girl."

"I probably would've done it when I was eight," I said, which 
caused him to moan again. "You could've had me touching you when 
I was a very young girl."

"Jesus Christ ..."

"Given enough time, you probably could've talked me into kissing 
it." I made a big show of doing just that, all along his hard 
shaft.

"And if you had spurted your load for me to see, we could've done 
all kinds of fun things with your cum."

His breathing became very deep.

"You could've probably spurted it on me ... on my flat chest and 
little nipples."

"God yes ..."

"On my flat tummy ..."

"Mmmmmm."

"And even on my little bare pussy."

He shook his head quickly, He wasn't saying no though. He was 
trying to keep from blowing his load! I was proud of myself for 
knowing the difference!

I pushed on though, seeing how far he would let me take the 
fantasy with him.

"You probably would've eventually talked me into tasting a little 
... maybe even licking it off of your big cock."

"Fuck, baby girl ..."

I licked down to his balls. "That’s where those little squiggly 
things came from that made me. I wouldn't have known that when I 
was eight. You could've told me they were my play toys, and that 
I could play with them whenever I wanted ..."

He moaned a little louder.

I sucked first one and then the other one of his nuts into my 
mouth, bathing them lovingly with my tongue. They felt so smooth 
without any hair on them.

"I love my balls licked," he groaned, and I made a mental note of 
that!

"You probably would have gotten me to do that, especially with 
them shaved like they are now."

"I sometimes wish I had, honey," he amazingly admitted. "You've 
always been such a beautiful and perfectly shaped little girl. 
You've always been a pretty little angel, but with a huge streak 
of wildness and curiosity just underneath it all ..."

It was so wild hearing him open up to me like that! It was almost 
too much for me to absorb and keep my concentration on his cock. 
Almost, that is.

"Can you imagine it, Daddy? My little mouth and tongue on your 
cum filled balls when I was eight?"

"Oh, fuck little girl!" he grunted out.

Then I pushed his legs up some so I could see his butthole.

"I don't think I would've done this when I was eight, but who 
knows?" I smiled.

And with that, I licked all around his butthole, and then stabbed 
against the tight opening with my tongue. He relaxed it some and 
I got my tongue a little ways into his ass.

After doing it for a short time, I pulled my face away and asked, 
"You like your daughter being dirty with you, don’t you, Daddy? 
Licking your butthole is pretty dirty, isn’t it?"

His hips were moving and he reached for my head trying to pull me 
to his throbbing cock. I pulled away.

"Nuh uh, Daddy. Let me do this," I sweetly but firmly stated.

He put his hands behind his head and watched me even more 
intensely, staring at me with his eyes wide open as I licked one 
of my fingers making it all wet with my spit.

I gave his cock a long slow lick as I pushed that finger slowly 
into his ass. He arched his back as I moved it in small circles 
inside his butt.

"Can you imagine it, Daddy? Your little eight-year-old daughter 
licking and fingering your butt?"

"Soooo good, little girl ..."

Suddenly he pushed me off. I looked at him confused. He had to be 
so close to blowing his load.

“Lie down, baby girl,” he urgently said. I quickly rolled over on 
my back.

He grabbed my legs by my ankles, lifted them up, and spread them 
wide. He knelt directly in front of my body with his cock just 
inches away from my pussy.

“No, Daddy, we can’t fuck, we promised Mom!” I tried to get out 
of his grip.

“Lie absolutely still, sweetie, it'll be okay.”

I relaxed some and let Daddy slide closer, his cock approaching 
my cunt. I was ready to wriggle away, though, if he began to push 
his cock inside me. But deep inside, I didn't want to stop him.

He placed his cock in the channel of my pussy and quickly began 
sliding it back and forth between my wet pussy lips like he had 
done when I had worn the hood during the blindfold game at the 
Clark’s. The slick tip of his cock felt so good against my clit.

He had me moaning. I knew I should stop things. I was losing 
control of myself! But I couldn't! Just a little longer ... it 
was feeling soooo good ...

“Put your hand on top of my cock, baby girl,” he urged me.

I did and pushed the hard shaft more tightly against my cooch. 
His cock was so slippery from me sucking him and my own juices. I 
wanted to help Daddy get off against my slit while I did the 
same.

His cock rubbing along my slit felt so amazing and yet it was so 
dangerous. He was rutting against me faster and faster. His face 
was a mask of lust. As much as I was afraid we would break our 
promise to Mom, I was too into things to stop him if he tried 
now. If I just bucked up my hips a little I was sure I would have 
my daddy’s cock in my pussy. I was that wet.

I tried hard to lie still as best as I could, but the pressure 
against my clit was driving me wild!

I looked up at my father looking down between my legs. He was 
completely lost in his hunger for me. He had surrendered 
completely to his desires. He wasn't holding back anymore. He 
rutted into me intently, driving us both insane from the 
intensity of the feelings.

Moments later I came, moaning loudly. I quickly covered my mouth 
with my free hand. I was barely aware of him taking his cock in 
his hand and holding the head directly in front of my opening. 
Then it was pressing against it. Still in the middle of my 
orgasm, I felt the pressure but couldn't react.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Daddy screamed in a rapid fire string 
of groans.

His cock jerked as it began spurting his cum directly into my 
pussy. I quickly raised my head and watched as he held his cock 
against my opening. He was cumming inside me! But he wasn't 
actually in me. I tried to remain still, but I began shaking 
realizing his sperm was spurting into my body.

I lost track of time. Daddy kept the tip of his cock pressed in 
my opening. I just stared up at him, my body quivering from what 
was happening. He was determined to shoot everything he had 
inside me. I just let him. I wanted his cum inside my pussy just 
as bad as he wanted to put it there.

When his cock stopped pulsing, I reached down and gripped his 
shaft above his hand, squeezing it, holding it in place. I didn't 
want it to end.

I finally let go and took several deep ragged breath. We hadn’t 
fucked, but someone checking me would never believe it. I could 
feel some of his cum running down my butt crack, but I was sure 
my pussy was quite full. At least I had some of what I wanted!

Daddy just collapsed next to me. He was close to being exhausted. 
I think he spent as much energy keeping himself from pushing 
inside me as he did actually spurting.

I looked at my hand that had been holding his cock, and noticed a 
string of cum dangling from it.

"Oops, somebody made a mess!" I looked at Daddy with a 
mischievous grin. I flicked my tongue out to capture his cum, and 
swallowed it.

"You can be so evil, little one!" he chuckled. He was staring at 
me as he relaxed, getting his breath back.

"I'm your little wild angel," I tried preening, but was still 
rather mentally overwhelmed with what had happened.

We rested a little longer enjoying just being close. Suddenly I 
felt pretty tired and wondered if Daddy was, too.

"I'm sleepy," I said.

"I can understand why!" he chuckled, and then he was quiet for a 
bit. I couldn't believe how far we had pushed things!

"You all but fucked me, Daddy," I blurted out.

"But I didn't."

"You were almost inside me."

"'Almost' being the key word," he replied.

"If I had pushed up with my hips ..."

"But you didn't. I trusted you."

"I was worried you would push into me too far ..."

"And you almost wish I had?"

I nodded.

"I almost wish I had," he softly admitted.

It had been a crazy day. So much had happened. So many good 
things. I felt contented, even though I was still buzzing inside 
from what had just happened. And I was beginning to understand a 
little what it meant to be the sex toy of an adult man. And I 
also knew I would love to be my daddy’s sex toy.

After a few moments, he asked, "Do you want to clean up before we 
go to sleep?"

"No!" I quickly yelped. More quietly, "No, I want to go to sleep 
like this."

He smiled. He seemed to understand I wanted to go to sleep with 
him inside me, even if it was only his cum.

We kissed and he spooned with me as we dozed off, his hand 
cupping my small breast, and his spent cock pressing against my 
butt.

I was one contented girl.


(continued in chapter 60)

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