Chapter Sixty

I woke up slowly to somebody rubbing my tummy.

"Good morning, baby girl." Daddy gently kissed my cheek.

I was confused. Why was Daddy waking me up? It was still summer vacation. I could sleep late.

It took me a moment to open my eyes and gather my senses. Why was Daddy lying in bed with me? I wiped a strand of hair from my face. Slowly it dawned on me that we were still in the hotel in Atlanta.

Last night had been so much fun! First Daddy had taken me out for a terrific dinner in that fancy restaurant, and then he had shown me some incredible sexual things. And afterwards I had just stretched out on the big bed next to him and slept like a log.

I twisted around to look at him and yawned. "Good morning, Daddy."

He was grinning at me as he moved and lowered his head and started sucking on my nipple. My eyes went wide and suddenly I was wide awake.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" I asked him urgently.

He kept on licking and gently sucking my nipple while lightly squeezing my other breast before answering.

"Just lay back and enjoy," he whispered.

Daddy’s mouth on my breasts felt so incredible. I so loved that he was taking the initiative with me. I hoped he would do that a whole lot more.

"Oh, that feels so good, Daddy. I think you really do like my little titties."

"So sexy," he mumbled between licks. "Your little boobs are so sexy."

I moaned out loud as I felt myself getting very wet between my legs.

"I really like my daughter’s sexy little titties."

As he resumed, his sucking became more intense. He didn’t have to pretend the nipple in his mouth was mine. He knew it was. His fantasy was reality. He could do naughty things with me and not worry that I might react badly. It had him wound up like the night before.

I lay back and just enjoyed the sensation of Daddy’s tongue on my breasts. My nipples were hard and crinkly. He could have done that for hours without me complaining.

"I like to kiss and suck them."

In between licks and sucks he nipped my nipple with his teeth. It was difficult for me to lie still.

Then suddenly Daddy spread my legs. I watched alarmed as he moved onto his knees between them.

"Daddy, remember. We promised Mom we wouldn’t." Twice we had come so dangerously close to fucking the previous night.

"I know, baby girl. Don’t worry." He slipped his hands underneath my thighs and lifted them. Then he leaned back down to suck on my other nipple. He alternated between sucking and licking, looking into my eyes most of the time. I lifted my head a little to look between our bodies and could see his big hard cock pointing toward my pussy.

I was prepared to push him away if I had to. Things had gotten so good between Mom and me, I just didn’t want to fuck that up. Even though I would have loved to have Daddy really fuck me.

After enjoying my boobies a little longer, he pulled away for a moment. Then, with one hand, he lifted my thighs further until they were pressed against my chest. He lowered his head and lightly kissed the backside of my thighs and then my butt cheeks. With his other hand he rubbed my lower back and along my upper butt cheeks.

My whole body shook when his fingertips started to tenderly play with my butthole. After a minute or so his hand moved higher to my pussy. He gently pulled my inner lips out and folded them to the side exposing my opening to his gaze.

"Such soft and pretty pink lips, what a small and tight opening." Daddy looked at my slit totally fascinated.

More to himself he mumbled barely audible, "My Gawd, how much fun it would be to fuck this little pussy ..."

I couldn’t help whimpering as my pussy tingled like crazy. My daddy was checking out my most intimate parts as I lay in front of him totally exposed to his gaze. I was almost ready to forget my promise to Mom and pull him down on top of me and let him slide his stiff cock into me. It could even be our special secret!

But it seemed Daddy had other plans. He rubbed all around my slit, caressing it before slipping two fingers inside my very wet hole. He quickly found those tender ridges at the top of my pussy and started to massage them so nicely. When he looked into my eyes and began nipping at the skin on my thighs, I lost it.

I’m not sure what made me cum, his burrowing fingers inside my vagina, the intensity of his gaze as he watched my face, or his love bites. Gawd, how I wanted him to fuck me! His dick was so fucking hard. It looked so hot and I knew it would fit into me so perfectly.

I sighed. No matter how I might try to rationalize it in my mind, I knew fucking was out of the question. But I knew the second best way to take care of Daddy’s steely hard cock. So regretfully I push his hand away and swung my legs to the side and out of his grip. I moved up on my hands and knees in front of him. I sat on my calves to look into his face.

Then my daddy did another totally unexpected thing. He put those fingers in his mouth which had just been in my vagina and sucked my juices off of them.

"Oh, Daddy, that’s so nasty and so hot. Do you like the way my pussy tastes?" I moaned. He had to be tasting some of his cum that he had squirted into me the night before, too.

"Delicious, baby girl, just plain delicious," he said, grinning.

I kissed him deeply pushing my tongue into his mouth. He didn’t resist me this time like he had in my room the other night during his 'educational demonstrations' with Mom. He hadn’t the previous night either. I wondered why that was. I decided to ask him later. I had a more urgent matter to attend to.

So I thought, but Daddy then surprised me again. He grabbed my head and forcefully pushed my tongue back into my mouth with his tongue. I started to moan as he fucked my mouth with his tongue, pushing in again and again, exploring my cheeks, sliding over my teeth, and rubbing over my tongue.

It was so erotic the way he was kissing me. Never had my mouth been tongue-fucked like that. Our bodies touching just added to the excitement of it. His hard shaft was pressing against me. My pussy was getting wetter if that was even possible. I was so longing for him to fuck me.

Finally he pulled away. There was a wild look in his eyes that I had never seen before. It excited me to know just how lust-crazed I could make him. He had been doing the same to me for some time!

Stroking his cock slowly I kissed down his body before taking my daddy’s rock hard shaft in my mouth. I licked the precum that was dripping off its slit and sensuously let Daddy see it on my tongue before I swallowed it.

I pushed him down and he stretched out. I moved onto my hands and knees over him so he could fuck my face. He held my head in his strong hands slowly thrusting in and out. I knew he didn’t want to hurt me, but I wanted him to take my mouth. I forced my head up and down, encouraging him to use me. He caught on rather quickly too. He knew I could take him. I had had him in my throat before. So he fucked my face with abandon.

Suddenly he pulled his cock from my mouth. He looked at me closely and said he wanted to come a different way, doing something he had so far only ever done with Mom.

"Lay down on your back again, sweetie," he urged me. He situated himself so he was kneeling between my legs with my feet beside him.

I wondered what he had in mind when again he took a hold of my legs at my ankles but didn’t push them back this time. I didn’t have to wait for long though. He started kissing down my leg at the knee until he reached my foot. I squirmed around when he was licking and sucking on my toes and that foot because it tickled some. But at the same time I found it very exciting. It was giving me butterflies in my tummy.

"Daddy, that feels weird," I giggled. "And it tickles."

But he just continued licking my foot all over, including between my toes, even sucking them into his mouth one by one. Then he moved back up to start the same thing on my other leg, once more working that foot over also. He moved my other foot down to his cock, rubbing it along his shaft. I was no longer giggling but was getting seriously turned on again with shivers running up and down my back.

I was so amazed by Daddy. I had no idea how many girls had had sex with their father, but I hoped they all had fathers as experienced as mine. I was proud of my daddy. He knew so many tricks. Sarah was a lucky girl to have had him as her mentor.

He moved the foot rubbing his cock back to join the other at his mouth. At times he was putting almost half of a foot into his mouth, basically bathing my feet with his tongue until he had both feet soaking with his spit.

Suddenly I felt something touching my pussy, trying to push into my opening. I could see his hands, so it couldn’t be his fingers. His penis was too far away, so it couldn’t be it either. It took me a minute to figure out things. Oh, my Gawd! He was trying to fuck me with one of his feet. Guessing from the size of it he was trying to insert his big toe in my pussy

I hoped he didn’t have athlete’s foot, having an itchy pussy would be no fun at all. But it did feel so exciting doing something so weird, something I had never even considered doing before.

Even though I didn’t come from his toe in my pussy, I was disappointed when he pulled it out.

"Do something for me, baby girl," he asked me in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want me to do, Daddy?"

He didn’t answer but lay down at an angle to my feet so that they were touching his cock. He pushed them together so that his cock was cradled in the arches between the heels and toes. He took hold of my feet and moved them up and down on his shaft.

I quickly caught on to what he wanted me to do. Now I was glad that my legs were strong from all the gymnastics I had been doing. As a cheerleader you need strong leg muscles. But this was a much more fun way to strengthen them. I would just have to integrate this exercise into my routines. I grinned at the thought

My feet were so wet from his spit and his cock was leaking so much precum that it was sliding nicely between my feet. It took a minute for me to figure out just the right amount of pressure to apply to his cock.

Daddy started to babble in a sort of sing-song. "Happy feet, my baby girl’s happy feet are making her Daddy feel good ... Happy little baby girl feet on my cock ... My daughter’s feet are gonna make me cum ..."

I worked his slick cock, with Daddy leaning up to watch me. At times he was spitting on his cock to keep it very slippery. Then suddenly he would pull one of my feet to his mouth so he could sloppily lick the arches of my feet making them so very wet again.

"Yes, Daddy, my feet belong to you, they wanna make you cum. Cum all over my feet, Daddy!"

The whole time I was bracing myself up on my elbows so I could have a good view of my Daddy’s hard cock. But even more of a turn-on was his face. His brow furrowed and his forehead crinkled as his hips bucked slightly beneath my feet. His breathing was fast and shallow. I could sense the intense lust he was feeling.

As much fun as this foot job was I wanted to do some sucking of my own and Daddy to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste Daddy’s cum again. Just for a minute I regretted that it didn’t have any of those squiggly little sperms in it anymore which had made me in my mom.

"Daddy," I whispered excitedly, "I want you to cum in my mouth instead, I want to taste your cum, my daddy’s cum!"

Showing him my flexibility, I sat up keeping my feet wrapped around his cock. I leaned forward to suck on the top half of his cock while slowly rubbing the base with my feet. I was glad I hadn’t quit doing the gymnastics with the cheerleaders last spring.

Daddy was leaning on his elbows with his head dropped back as he let out a loud moan. "Shit, baby girl, your mouth and your feet feel so damn good on my dick! I’m cumming."

His breathing was shallow as he looked at me again. I watched his face trying to catch the exact moment when he would cum. We locked eyes and a second later his cock erupted in my mouth. Daddy shot a lot and I didn’t swallow his jism right away. I let some of it slide down from my mouth onto my feet.

"Oh baby girl, you can be so nasty!" He was breathing heavily.

I giggled. "Too nasty for you, Daddy?"

He laughed. "Never!"

Making a show of lifting each of my feet to my mouth I slowly licked his sperm off while keeping my eyes locked on to his. I knew that my slit would be open wide when I moved like that. Daddy could look right up my pussy, too.

He was breathing deeply and made some comments about how flexible and nimble I was.

"Seeing you move like that, baby girl, gives me ideas for you doing some other gymnastic poses when we play together some other time. I think your mother should be there with her camera too."

******

Moving to lie down beside him, I put my head on Daddy’s shoulder, draping one arm on top of him to gently rub his chest. We talked about having done something that before he had only ever done with Mom.

"You’ve never played footsies like that with Sarah or Pam?"

He chuckled. "Still jealous?"

"No, just curious."

"I've only done it with your mom ... before now."

"That was something special between just the two of you then."

He nodded.

"Isn’t Mom gonna be upset with you?

"She won't be. She was the one who agreed that the only thing off limits is my cock in your pussy and butt."

"But I wonder if she won't end up being upset with you or me though. I mean, she might not have figured you'd do that with me."

He paused. "Honey, your mother has really struggled over the past few years trying to decide how and when it would be best to include you in our sexual activities. With her seeing so much of herself in you, she knew you would take to it easily. But she always feared just how wild you might become as a result of it. Because she never felt comfortable involving you, she chose to wait. And then waited some more ..."

I nodded my head and he chuckled before continuing.

"But while waiting, we talked about how things might go, and the things we might end up doing together. And we role-played a lot of things, including the two of us doing this together."

"And Mom was okay with it?"

"She’s had more than one orgasm from pretending to be you while I toe fucked her."

I smiled brightly.

"Sweetheart, your mother really does want to be close to you. You’re so very special to her. That’s why she is exposing you to so many things now. And she is fine with me sharing something very special like this with you. And only you."

I made a mental note to thank Mom.

"Daddy, I do have the bestest uber parents in the world."

"You and that word," Daddy chuckled.

We were both quiet for a little while and just enjoyed being close. If we hadn’t been naked, we could have been cuddling like any other daughter would be with her father.

"Daddy, can I ask you a question?"

He chuckled. "When you start like that, baby girl, it’s usually a doozy of a question."

I giggled. "I don’t think it’s so bad. I was just wondering why you didn’t stop me from tongue-kissing you this morning or last night like you did last Thursday night during your educational demonstrations."

Daddy sighed. "Melissa, I stopped you the other night because I was so highly aroused, it took all my will power to control myself. We had just given your mother a tremendous orgasm. But I hadn’t cum yet. It took everything I had to not toss you on your back and fuck you silly ..."

My eyes went wide.

"... If you had put your tongue in my mouth, I don’t know if I could have controlled myself any longer. And I know that would have had severe consequences for all of us."

There was so much to learn about sex that had nothing to do with the actual fucking itself. I hugged him tighter. "Thanks, Daddy, for stopping me."

"You’re welcome, baby girl. This morning I didn’t have the same concern. After cumming so often last night, I was much more in control of my urges. So I let you." Suddenly he had a crooked grin showing on his face. "It’s kinda fun to have your little tongue in my mouth to suck on it. It turns me on fucking your mouth with my tongue, too."

"So I’m not as sexy this morning as the other night?"

Daddy rolled his eyes. "Melissa, really. You know you’re about as sexy as they come. But that night I had watched the video of you getting fucked by Peter and Kent. You saw how much of a turn-on that was for me. And you had pulled that stunt with your panties."

I grinned remembering how Daddy had looked with his cock in Mom’s mouth and my panties on his face. It had been a hot sight.

"You looked kinda cute with my panties over your face, Daddy."

Daddy was a little embarrassed. He continued. "Whatever. I had cum only once that night as you’re well aware off. And then there was your mother on your bed with you, two of the sexiest women who I love the most, naked together..."

He stared at the ceiling as he spoke softly. "I would’ve loved to go all the way with you that night, but ..." He left it hanging.

Then he surprised me by saying, "If it had been Sarah instead of you that night I would have fucked the livin’ daylights out of her ..."

I didn’t dare pursue that subject any further. We cuddled some more just rubbing gently over the other’s body.

"Daddy, I recently had a bad dream. More like a nightmare actually."

"Sorry about that, baby girl. Do you remember it?"

I nodded.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"Yes. It happened during the week after I had discovered the nude camping at the Rayners. We had been both naked while Mom was taking a bath. I had rubbed myself against you."

"I remember that night very well," he said with a crooked grin.

"Well, later that night in my dream I was with Mom and Doris."

"What’s so scary about that?"

"Well, I dreamed we were all in a film studio."

"Oh. What kind of a film studio?"

I did my eye rolling thingie. "Daddy, come on, don’t play dense."

Daddy chuckled. "Okay, okay. I can picture what kind of studio it was."

"I was on a bed. Doris was kissing me and Mom was licking between my legs. And you were sitting on a couch next to the bed stroking your cock. You wanted me to sit on your lap again."

Daddy looked at me wide-eyed. "Then what happened?"

"I woke up screaming!"

He hugged me a little tighter. "Seems that all this sex is a little too much at times?"

I shook my head. "I don’t think that’s it. At the time I didn’t have it sorted out how far I wanted to go with you and Mom. And I have to admit since Mom wasn’t aware that I knew about her doing porn, I guess that was still very much on my mind."

"And now that you two have talked about it you’re comfortable with Mom’s past?"

"I think so. I have read some in her diary from her freshman year. Talking about her porn days has gotten us really close. It’s not bothering me anymore."

"If there is ever anything bothering you about Mom’s past, promise me you will talk to us? Or to Doris?"

"I will, Daddy."

"Thanks, baby girl."

"After that dream I was so turned on though, especially from watching you stroking your cock in my dream."

He looked at me questioningly.

"I just had to masturbate. I fantasized about what we had done earlier before Mom came down. Only then I pictured that I had put your cock inside of me. We didn’t fuck very long before we both came together. I came so hard fantasizing that you were really fucking me, Daddy."

He took a deep breath and I noticed his cock becoming hard again. "We have talked a few times about what we can do together, sweetie. Your mom talked with you again last weekend why we feel that way, didn’t she?"

I sighed. "She did. And I think I understand your concerns. But I think you guys are wrong. I wouldn’t go bonkers if we had real sex with each other. And I wouldn’t ever hurt you or Mom. And you just said you would really like to go all the way with me."

Daddy sighed deeply as he gently rubbed my hair. "Sweetie, you, Jamie, and your mother are all the family I’ve got. I’m scared shitless that we might do something to mess up the only family I’ve got. So I may fantasize about fucking you. But I just have to keep my urges under control."

"I know, you explained all that to me. Honestly, Daddy, I understand why you feel that way. But I really don’t think fucking me would change anything between us."

"Do you really have it sorted out? Do you really believe you know how you would feel about having full sex with your parents? And what that would mean for our family? You understand it would change a lot of things between all of us? Your mother and I wouldn't just be yours and Jamie's parents any longer. We would be lovers in most every sense of the word. You understand that?"

"Yes; I do, Daddy. I love both you and Mom so much. I do want you to be my parents, too. But I also want to make love to both of you."

"Melissa," Daddy turned serious, "that’s where your mother and I have a different opinion. It’s based on our life experience. If you understand our concerns, I would ask you to accept the limits we have set. I very much prefer to keep things the way they are right now. Your mother and I don’t mind you sucking me off. It’s not going to be a daily occurrence, but from time to time when the opportunity arises, neither of us are opposed to something like that happening."

I sighed in frustration.

"Sweetie, I’d like you to understand one more thing. Andrea is still my wife, and she will continue to be my primary sex partner. Nothing will change that. I enjoy having sex with her very much. And often when we have sex there is a very special intimacy that I will never experience with anybody else. Not with you, not with Sarah, not with any other woman or girl belonging to our group. That intimacy is based on our love for each other and all the things we have shared together, the good things, but also the bad things."

"I know, Daddy, and I don’t want to change that. Honestly, I like you and Mom being happily married."

"Can’t you be happy then with what we get to do with each other? And what you get to do with your mother?"

I took a deep breath and swallowed to keep my frustration under control. I wished he and Mom could understand how I felt! I just knew it wouldn't be a problem for us. But when I thought how much more I got to do with my parents compared to Julie, Sarah, or even Tammy for that matter, then I had to admit I had a pretty good thing going with them. I would have liked to do more with them, but I knew I would have to live with things for the time being.

I pushed myself against him a little tighter. "I'll be okay with it, Daddy. I just wish I could be even more intimate with you and with Mom. I do love both of you so very much. I wish I could share the same intimacy with you that Sarah does."

"Melissa..."

"It’s okay, Daddy," I interrupted him. "I’m not really jealous of her anymore. But I can want to share that same intimacy with you, can’t I?"

He didn’t answer. We both knew that I would keep pushing both him and Mom to have full intercourse with my father.

But I wanted to enjoy the time we had together alone. I reached down to grab his wilted slippery cock. I stroked it slowly fascinated by how it changed from soft to rock hard so quickly. He liked my hand doing that to his dick. He squeezed me against him tightly.

He looked at me a little surprised as I wiggled my way out of his grasp. I moved to lie between his legs until his cock was right in front of my face. I studied it for a moment as it pulsed waiting for something to push into. I chuckled a little at Daddy’s eagerness. Yesterday he did take one of those little pills like he did with Sarah. He had wanted to enjoy me as much as his little sex toy Sarah, even though he couldn’t fuck me like he could her.

I took his stiff cock in my hand again. I moved over his cock to gently play with it and lick it with Daddy gazing at me adoringly. I stared back at him the same way as I let the spermy tip of his cock slide along my open pouty lips. He was leaking precum, making the head even more slippery.

I licked on the underside and then circled the ridge of his cockhead with my tongue. His hips started moving up and down just a little. I pushed my tongue into his piss slit and then sucked on his cock applying some pressure just to its head.

After a short time, Daddy reached for me. "Turn around, baby girl," he husked. "Turn around with your butt towards my face."

I moved quickly like he wanted me to. He pulled me over him until my pussy was at his mouth. Then he began to lick my pussy while playing with my butt.

I quickly slipped my mouth over his cock to keep me from squealing loudly. Okay, so he wasn’t fucking me, but I could have yelled to the world that Daddy was doing a sixty-nine with me. His tongue slithering around in my slit had me squirming and pushing my hips more firmly against his mouth.

I wrapped my lips around the ridge of his cock head and sucked hard, just like Mom had shown me. With one hand I gently held his balls and squeezed them lightly. I felt more than I heard him groaning into my crotch.

After a short time of fucking my opening with his tongue, he slipped a finger inside my pussy. He finger fucked me a little before he pulled it out. He moved it to my butt and pushed the finger moist with my own juices against my butthole. I felt him worming it into my ass.

It felt even better than the previous night because he wasn’t filming me and he could concentrate better on finger-fucking my butt.

I knew I better get Daddy off soon because that hot knot was forming in my tummy which told me I would cum hard. I tried to rub just below his ball sac hoping to make him cum faster.

Then I went nuts. Daddy had his index finger in my butthole and also slipped his thumb into my pussy, working both of my holes at the same time while continuing to lick my clit.

I screamed around his cock and barely noticed that I pushed my head forward lodging Daddy’s cock in my throat. I almost choked as Daddy came too and shot his cum directly into my tummy. My whole body trembled as I pulled my mouth off his cock and collapsed on Daddy. He shot a couple more squirts of cum which landed mostly on my chin and nose.

I was panting like crazy and even though I had my eyes closed I was seeing bright circles forming and disappearing again.

Slowly I moved off Daddy and looked at him. "You said you loved me, but you were trying to kill me!" I accused him weakly.

He chuckled, "You’re a strong girl; you’ll survive. You weren’t doing too badly on me either, baby girl."

I moved to lie in his arms again and we rested a little.

******

It ended all too soon. "Enough play, baby girl, we have to get back to Albany. I’ll order breakfast from room service."

"Wish we could stay longer, Daddy." I pursed my lips kittenishly.

"I know. I would too. But I have to go into the office this afternoon to do some work and talk to the big wigs about the deal we struck yesterday. It’s important, sweetie."

"Still ..."

"I’ll make some more time, sweetie. Promise."

Daddy was suddenly in a hurry. I sighed as I got up and started into the bath room. I had to pee. Daddy came in when I was still sitting on the toilet. He moved in front of me and acted like he would pee right on me. He smiled devilishly.

"Don’t you dare," I husked at him. He just laughed.

"Not into water sports yet?"

"No." And I left it at that. Although, I mused, I probably would have let Daddy piss on me if he had really wanted to. It hit me that that was exactly one of my mom’s concerns that I would let Daddy do anything to me that he might come up with. I sighed.

We took a quick shower together lovingly washing each other all over. We put those soft fluffy terry cloth robes on and no sooner had we left the bathroom that there was a knock on the door with somebody calling out, "Room Service."

I quickly scooted back into the bedroom while Daddy had them set up breakfast in the sitting room. The smell of fresh bacon and pancakes reminded me how hungry I was.

I started to eat as Daddy called his boss quickly telling him he would be in the office this afternoon. He then joined me for breakfast.

After breakfast we called Mom and talked to her for only a minute. She needed to get some more things done before leaving for home just like us.

We got dressed and checked out. One of the bell boys took the luggage to our car. Even though it wasn’t the same hotel that Daddy had taken Sarah to I had enjoyed the luxury treatment from this one. Peter would have to get a high paying job quickly so he could afford taking me to places like this one.

I shook my head at myself. There I was thinking about being married to Peter after I had just spent a night and morning having sex with my father. I was only thirteen and Peter had been my boyfriend for less than a month. My head just had to be seriously screwed up.

******

Daddy had a smile on his face as we drove out of Atlanta. I could tell that he was much more relaxed now that he had closed the deal. I smiled at him. I was so proud that he was my father.

I fiddled with the stereo, but finally turned it off. I wanted to talk some more with Daddy anyway.

"Thanks for bringing me Daddy, I had a great time."

"Even though it wasn’t the right hotel?" he chuckled.

"I’m saying thank you, and you’re making fun of me," I pouted playfully.

He reached over and patted my leg. "I'm your father, I get to do that." He laughed as he said that. "I'm awfully glad you came along though, baby girl. You’re my good luck charm, you know."

And then he continued more seriously, "I know I haven’t spent enough time with you or Jamie. I know I need to make up for that. That’s why I took him to the ballgame last Sunday. And I wanted to do something special for you, too, baby girl."

"I bet Jamie didn’t have sex in Atlanta though."

"Does everything always have to do with sex, sweetie? There are a lot of other activities."

I grinned. "Seems like we spend a lot of time with sex lately though."

Daddy laughed, but it was an embarrassed one. "Sex is fun, and we do spend a considerable amount of time with it. Especially with you involved now."

He gave me a quick sideways glance. "Are you thinking differently about your father after having had sex with me and my adult friends?"

I took a deep breath and didn’t answer right away. I did see my father differently now. Prior to this summer, he had been just my daddy whom I adored so much. I wanted him to be my father who could hug me and not think sexually of me. But I also wanted to have sex with him, I even wanted to go all the way with him. So did I see him differently? I knew that I did. I now wanted to see him in two different roles for me. I thought I could keep them separate. Did he also think so?

When I didn’t answer right away Daddy asked a little anxiously, "Do you still trust your old man or do you think of me and my friends as just a bunch of perverted dirty old men?"

"You know, after I became involved with Colleen and Bob I worried a lot about what you and Mom knew and what you thought of me. When I spied on Mom giving you a blow-job in your office, I was pretty sure you were watching the pictures and video of me sucking off Bob. And the Sunday after that, when Mom went to visit her parents, I spied on you masturbating before your boss called you. I found the disc with the pictures you had been watching while masturbating."

"Oh shit," Daddy blurted out. "The ones of the Walcotts and Rayners?"

I nodded. "Yes, and the ones of Penny, too."

"Fuck, how could I have been so stupid to leave that disc lying around!" He hit the steering wheel with his fist.

He seemed pretty angry with himself for being so careless.

"I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, you know about most things by now anyways."

"I had seen how turned on you got watching me and my friends having sex. After that I was wondering when you looked at me if you were thinking of me doing those things. And when you touched me like you’d always done I wondered if you were touching me just to be affectionate or if you were thinking about me sexually."

He sighed deeply. "There have been times when I did have sexy thoughts when I touched you, but I have never set out to touch you just to get some cheap thrill."

I looked at him adoringly. "I love you, Daddy, and I still like being your baby girl. I want to be able to hug you and you to hug me without sex in mind."

"I do too, sweetie. You will always be my baby girl. No matter what. I have to admit though that I have wanted to do some other things with you. I like to rub your smooth, naked skin, I want to feel your budding breasts pressing against me, and I love to squeeze your tight butt. But I’ve never dared to attempt it for anything other than what I would call ‘innocent’ reasons."

"I don’t mind you touching me like that. I think I even like it."

He smiled at me. I knew he would like hearing that from me.

"Once you began doing things with Bob and eventually other men, your sitting in my lap made me conscious of your cute butt and sexy pussy being so close to my cock. I had never gotten a hard-on while you sat or laid your head on my lap though when we were dressed. I definitely thought about the idea of your butt or face being so close to my cock, but I was able to keep my mind on you being my daughter. The exception, of course, was when I was nude on the couch with your head in my lap when you were obviously trying to get a rise out of me."

I grinned. "Are you mad at me for trying to do that?"

"No, sweetie. But you’re just too important to me to become just a sex object. You need me as your father and not as another adult lover. And your mother and I need you as our daughter and Jamie as our son to make our family complete. And that is more important for both of us than sex with you and Jamie."

"I like that very much, Daddy. I’ve said it before I want you and Mom to be my parents. But I also want you to be friends with me. And I want to have sex with both of you."

He didn’t respond. I could see the conflict he felt. Deep down inside he wanted to fuck me. But I knew he was also so concerned what that would do to all of us.

"Don’t worry, Daddy. I promised to be good on this trip and not break the rules. That’s why I didn’t push for anything to happen that shouldn’t."

He cut his eyes at me and I thought I detected a silent ‘thank you’ in his glance. I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"You know, Daddy, I like talking to you. Remember what you asked me the Sunday after I sucked off Bob? When you were working on your presentation and before you looked at the disc of the Walcotts and Rayners?"

He blushed a little and then shook his head. "No, I don’t."

"You asked me what I had been up to and if I had stayed out of trouble. And when I said, just hanging out, you asked me if I had a new boyfriend you didn’t know about. I didn’t know if you were teasing me or if you tried to tell me you knew about me having sex with the Clarks. I really didn’t know how to handle that."

"I’m sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward situation. It was my feeble attempt to perhaps get you to talk to me about your night with Bob and Colleen."

"Then you said that you knew I would have secrets that I wouldn’t ever tell you."

I turned my head to look at him. "But I will tell you anything you wanna know, Daddy."

He chuckled. "That’s nice of you to say, but you aren’t my wife and have a right to keep some things to yourself."

"I want it that way, Daddy. It is so neat to share things with Mom. And I want the same with you. I want to be able to tell you the things I do and think about."

"Well, I’m certainly happy that you and your mother are communicating now. I’ll be happy to always listen to you, too, but I won’t ever hold you to you telling me everything. I do think there are some thoughts a teen girl needs to keep to herself."

"It might be fun to tell you all the naughty things I do."

Daddy chuckled. "I love that idea in principle, but I’m not so sure the father in me wants to know everything my little girl does. But, I will always listen to whatever you want to tell me. However," he raised a hand, "I also reserve the right to do something about things I might not be comfortable with."

He continued after a second, "I will try to never intentionally embarrass or humiliate you when I do put a stop to things I may not like."

"I like you and Mom watching out for me."

I wondered if Daddy had ever done anything really naughty or daring as a teenager.

"Daddy," I started, "you told me that you couldn’t do anything sexual while a teenager. Didn’t you at least try? Weren’t you a little daring at times? Perhaps in school?"

"I rarely ever did anything really daring. I was too scared to get in trouble with my parents. But there was this one time after school had ended that I was standing with a guy and girl classmate. We were all in eighth grade. The guy was trying to get the girl to flash her tits for him. Even though we all were supposedly, you know, ‘nice kids’, she was known for being a little wild with guys she trusted not to squeal on her. She said she would show us her tits if we would do a dare as well."

"What did she want you to do?"

"She dared us to go into one of the girls’ restrooms at school. She would stand guard outside until at least one girl had come in and did her business to make sure we didn’t just fake it. We then had to leave the restroom without getting caught."

I giggled. It reminded me of Tammy and me in the restroom when I had given her my panties.

"So did you do it, Daddy?"

He nodded. "My friend talked me into it even though I knew, if I got caught, my father would ground me in my room, lock the door, and throw away the key. The girl went in first to make sure the bathroom was empty. We then went in and got into separate stalls. After a few minutes, a girl came in and peed."

I giggled again picturing the scene. "Did you sit on the toilet with your feet propped up so the girl couldn’t tell that there were guys in the stalls?"

Daddy blushed. "We hadn’t thought of that."

I wished I had been in the restroom with them while the girl peed. I would have loved to see Daddy’s face to see if he was scared or freaked.

"After the girl had come out and washed her hands, she then banged on our stall doors calling us perverts and yelling that she was gonna go get the principal. Then she ran out."

"Oh my Gawd, did she? Did you get in trouble?"

"No, but we flew out of our stalls and ran out the door right smack into our friend who was dying laughing at us. She told us she had been the one who had banged on the stall doors to prank us."

I laughed so hard, I had to hold my sides. "She got you good, Daddy."

He huffed a little at me, but he smiled then remembering the scare they had had.

"Yeah, I have to admit she did. She did make good on her promise though. There was a small wooded area behind the school where we went after school the next day. Hers were the first bare tits I had ever seen in person on a girl or woman. She even let my friend touch them."

"And you didn’t?"

He shook his head. "No, I didn’t, I was too scared that lightning would strike me down if I did. Looking at the bare chest of a girl was already a grievous sin in my world at that time."

I thought about what Daddy had told me. I am glad I don’t have to grow up in a world like he had to.

Now I wondered though when he had started to think of me in sexual terms.

"Did you ever think of me sexually when I was little, Daddy?"

Daddy didn’t answer right away. I could see he was debating how to answer my question. He probably was even a little embarrassed and continued to look straight ahead, avoiding even a quick glance at me.

"Not at first, baby girl. You were such a cute little rascal. Often you were busy getting into mischief or fighting with Jamie. But then you could also be such a sweet little cuddle bug. You used to love me hugging you. And remember? You always wanted me to wash your hair at bath time?"

"Yeah, you managed to keep the shampoo out of my eyes." I giggled. "Sometimes though you got almost as wet as I was sitting in the tub."

Daddy chuckled. "Yeah, I did. So I saw you naked quite a few times. I never thought of you in sexual terms then. You were just my beautiful little baby girl."

He chuckled. "I had a lot of fun blowing raspberries on your belly button. You'd laugh and squeal like crazy then."

"I remember you doing that. I always loved your attention."

He took a deep breath. "When you got to be a little older, oh I think when you were about eight or nine, I sometimes spied on you in the bathroom when you were drying off after your shower. You looked pretty sexy then already."

"But I didn’t have any hair down there or boobies then, Daddy."

"Melissa, sexy is not defined by the size of your boobs or the amount of hair on your pussy. It’s always the complete package. A lot has to do with how a girl or woman thinks of herself. If she is disgruntled with life or such, how can she be sexy even if she has big boobs?"

Daddy had said that he thought my little boobs were sexy. Maybe he had a point?

"Look, baby girl, you seem pretty at ease with your body. You move so gracefully, you did even before you started cheerleading. I like your pretty face, your small waist, your absolutely adorable tight butt, your long, trim legs. And I think your firm, pointy breasts are so very sexy. Combine all that with your adventurous spirit that's ready to try almost anything at least once and your usually pretty sweet disposition, how much sexier can a girl get?"

I blushed at Daddy’s description of me. Mom had said similar things about me before I went over to the Rayners that one time.

"Whether or not you’re sexy has a lot to do with your general attitude towards sex. Are you uptight about sex or ..."

"A slut?"

Daddy sighed. "Sometimes I wish you would think before you open your mouth, Melissa. I was going to say ‘are you uptight about sex or do you enjoy it?’ And I think you've really come to enjoy sex. You don’t seem to mind being naked in front of other people. You are already fantastically skilled at sucking cock. Bob, Kent, Brent, and Bradley tell me you are a lot of fun to fuck. And all of that’s got nothing to do with the size of your breasts."

"Did they really say that?"

"Sure. We talk about you kids a lot."

"So did you think of me sexually then, Daddy? When I was eight or nine years old?"

"Yes, sweetie. I admit I did. We had talked with our friends when Maggie and Kent had to make decisions about having sex with Kari and then a little later about including Penny. Of course the Rayners asked us how we would feel about involving you and Jamie. That’s when I began to look at you with different eyes. And I also have to admit that I thought about having sex with you when I spied on you in the bathroom."

"If I had been ready to do things, like Julie was, what would you have done with me?"

"Touching ... licking."

"Would you have wanted me to suck your cock?"

"I imagined you did."

"While mom sucked you?"

"Yes, and on a few occasions when getting a blowjob from a girl closer to your age."

Whoa. I thought about when I had been that age. I had been in fourth grade. The last thing I had been thinking about had been boys, much less having a cock in my mouth. Julie had been doing it though. And Anna, too. I had been hanging out with Sarah and Pam, and boys' cocks had been only something to giggle about.

I then asked, "How did you feel about involving Jamie and me?"

Daddy squirmed a little in his seat. This discussion had him clearly feeling uncomfortable.

"You know from the Rayners that it came up when Kari pushed Maggie about sex. We got together with our friends and talked about the implications. Your mother and I thought about it some after our group had talked about it for the first time. We discussed how she had felt about getting involved with the Blackmons. She sincerely said that it hadn’t harmed her in any way. For her, even though she had had sex with Brandon Thompson, being with an older, experienced man had shown her how much she could enjoy sex."

"Like me with the Clarks?"

He nodded, "Your mom was a little older than you when she got involved with adults, but everyone matures differently. Initially we had only thought about possibly involving you and Jamie. But then we saw Julie and Anna starting at a much younger age and discovering that they loved it. After that we decided that it would be quite exciting to get you and Jamie involved at a young age as well, if you were receptive to it."

"Jamie sure was," I noted, smiling.

"You took to it like a duck to water," he grinned back. I blushed.

"So you were thinking about sex with me while Jamie was becoming involved?"

"Yes, and I admit to hoping to catch glimpses of you naked, and to having fantasies about sex with you. A few times I got to watch you when you weren't aware."

"So when you spied on me, did you masturbate watching me?"

"The sight of your cute little naked body with your skin so smooth and with its pinkish tint turned me on tremendously. But especially your hairless pussy, so nicely curved and protruding a little got me so horny that I usually played with my cock while watching you. I used to leak a lot of precum looking at your sweet young body."

I blushed while Daddy chuckled remembering it.

"I would masturbate down in my office or in my bedroom picturing rubbing my cock against your cute little pussy and coming all over it. I then pictured pushing my junk into your opening."

Now it was Daddy’s turn to blush furiously. But he continued to tell me about him masturbating after seeing me naked. "That’s when I usually came like crazy."

"Is that why you did that with me last night and during your blindfold game with me?"

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Other times I would picture you taking my dick in your cute little mouth with you swallowing my cum."

"Wow!" I was in awe about Daddy talking to me so openly and admitting all that.

"It got worse when you started to develop. I sometimes saw you naked on your bed with the door cracked open just a little. I watched you when you twirled your first pussy hairs or carefully looked at and touched the folds of your pussy, feeling your delicate young lips, poking your little finger just inside your opening."

"Daddy! Really?" I almost shouted.

"Back then I wished it was my finger touching such a pristine virginal young pussy. It was a sight that stayed with me. It was a major influence on me agreeing to Colleen seducing you. I wanted to see this perfect little girl having sex. I could only hope that one day I would have the chance to touch and play with it. And since the Rayners were having sex with Penny already, I even dared to imagine one day fucking that perfect little pussy."

"But then Sarah was a perfect substitute for me?"

He nodded. "And Julie, Anna, Pam, well you know the names."

"Yeah, I do know the names of some of the kids." I was hoping he would tell me who else of the kids he may have had sex with. But he ignored my challenge.

"That’s why you had Sarah pretend she was me, right?"

He turned to look at me for a second and nodded slowly, but he didn’t elaborate.

"When we talked about having sex with you kids, one major thought was that we taught you everything else, how to eat with a fork and a knife, how to drink from a glass, and so much more."

"Yeah, like going potty."

Daddy groaned at my lame joke.

"But people never teach their kids much about sex. Many parents don’t even talk about sex with their kids at all. Oh sure we tell you the biological facts and that you can get pregnant from sex. And that is often coupled with the admonishment to stay away from sex altogether until later. And when that ‘later’ is supposed to be never gets defined."

He had that right. Mom hadn’t told me how to give a boy a blowjob when we had had our mother daughter talk. She had even asked me to wait before doing it with a boy.

Daddy continued. "But people never teach their kids how to do it right. How do you please a woman? How do you make love to a man? What are the various possibilities to make a man or woman cum? A big reason for divorces is lack of communication, often it involves not talking about things each person wants. That frustration can lead to other things, like infidelity ..."

I watched him closely as he continued.

"... But how do you communicate in bed for example, if you don’t even really know what you want or if you think, sex is dirty? How many women won’t give their guy a blow job because they think it’s dirty? And how many guys won’t lick a gal’s pussy for the same reason? No wonder so many marriages end unhappily because things don’t work out in bed and one of them looks elsewhere for what they feel they're missing."

Daddy was getting seriously riled up.

"The adults in our group have so much fun with sex that we thought it a shame not to teach our kids how to as well. And we thought it was best to let an experienced grownup teach you early, before you started experimenting with guys who know as little or even less about sex than you. So when we thought it all through, we decided to go ahead."

"So how young were the youngest kids you did anything with?"

"There were a couple of girls who were about eight."

"Are you kidding?" I yelled. "They were only eight? Did you fuck them?"

"No sweetheart. Usually they gave me a handjob and licked my cock a little at first. But they all sure enjoyed me licking their sweet little pussies. Then most of them would start to suck me off once they had gotten to know me a little better. Some of them would even put my cock in their mouth and suck me till I came. Some even swallowed my load."

I shook my head. "Did the parents force the girls to do that with you? I cannot imagine an eight-year-old wanting to have sex with an adult."

"Nobody forced any of them. And I have certainly never forced anybody young or old to have sex with me. Usually the kids had seen their parents having sex a few times and were aware of how much fun their parents had, so they wanted to try it, too. Or they had some older siblings whom they had observed having sex."

"Like Julie?"

"Well, with Julie it was more like Kari making her curious because she hinted at things but wouldn’t tell her. That made Julie so curious that she asked Doris about it."

"Do I know any of them?"

"Besides Anna? No, I don’t think so. The other girls don’t live in Albany."

"Then how did you meet them?"

Daddy was quiet for a moment before taking a deep breath. I had learned that was a signal he was about to reveal yet another secret that had been kept from me.

"They were members of Andy Taylor’s photography club."

"Andy Taylor’s photography club? What kind of a club was it?"

"It still exists today. It involves some families and their young kids. Anna and Andrew Taylor are a part of it as well."

"And it's called a photography club?" I very curiously asked.

"Obviously it is more than that. But it did begin as a way for families to have professional quality pictures made of their kids naked, and in most cases having some kind of sex. Shortly after it began, the Taylors began making videos as well."

"So how do things work with people's kids and the club?" I asked.

"The kids younger than eight or so would just pose, usually naked. There are many adults who enjoy looking at pictures or videos of very young kids showing off their nude bodies including their genitals."

"Do you enjoy that, Daddy?"

He blushed. "We have some of those pictures and a few video clips."

I didn’t know how I felt about all of that. Daddy was more of a pedophile than I had thought. I would have to ask him about that.

"So you watched some of those photo sessions?"

"Your mother and I both did, sweetie."

"Some of the kids wanted to play with you or Mom?"

"If and when they wanted to, then their parents would let them do more with grownups whom the parents trusted."

"And I guess the parents trusted you?"

"I suppose so since we weren’t pushy and treated the kids very nice."

"Did you look at those pictures or videos when you masturbated?"

"Sometimes I would go into my basement office and pull out a picture of a little girl lying there with her legs spread wide showing off her pussy. But often instead of thinking of it being that girl's pussy, in my mind it was yours. I imagined rubbing my cock all over your sweet hairless little girl pussy. I would cum pretty hard then."

I sat wide-eyed for a short time, letting all of that sink in. There were other girls as young as Julie or even younger when they had begun doing sex stuff. It didn't seem to have hurt Julie. She obviously had enjoyed it. So why couldn't others? Just because I hadn’t been ready to do things like that at their age didn’t mean others weren’t. If they had the kind of fun that I was having, then why should it be wrong? I began to really wish I had been ready to do stuff like that when I had been much younger.

I was really beginning to seriously envy Julie, and especially Anna!

"What are you thinking, baby girl?"

"Oh Daddy, that’s really so nasty and so sexy." I chuckled as I slouched down in the seat and put my feet on the dashboard. I knew that Daddy liked them. "When did this club start?"

"I don’t know exactly when Andy started it. Your mother and I went for the first time about three years ago. It’s not a regular thing for us. We have been a few times during those years."

"Wow. Would you have taken me to a club meeting, Daddy, when I was let’s say six or so?"

"No, you didn’t show all that much interest in sex until last summer. Until recently you didn’t show any inclination for showing your naked body around too many others. It wasn't that long ago you would even fuss about Jamie seeing you naked. Like I’ve said, I've never forced any kid to do anything sexual, and I won't ever."

"So I was a little slow," I giggled.

“Oh Melissa, get over it already. So many people have explained to you about all of us being individuals and all of us developing a differently. You weren't the only one. Look at me, I didn’t have any sex until I hit college. Some other teenage guys I knew had sex when they were about fifteen or so. Should I complain, too?"

I grinned. "Yeah, just one more thing that makes me your girl. I was a late bloomer just like you."

Daddy rolled his eyes and shook his head. I giggled as I scooted up to him and snuggled against his shoulder. "I love you, Daddy. I love you and Mom so much."

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my hair. Then he softly said, "You’ll always be my girl, sweetie." He paused. "And you do have cute feet."

I giggled and moved them around a bit to let him see a little more of my feet.

"Now you look almost like your Mom when we drove between her parents and college." Daddy smacked his lips appreciatively.

"Huh?"

"She used to prop up her feet on the dash of the car. The only thing you’re missing to look like your mother on some of our long drives back to college is a pair of sunglasses."

Shit, I had forgotten to bring mine. I liked the thought of me reminding him of Mom. I giggled sexily and wiggled my toes for Daddy to see. Now I knew where he had gotten his foot fetish from.

"Are you a pedophile, Daddy?" I asked him teasingly. "Those people are supposedly really bad people, you know."

Daddy sighed. "Like so many other things with sex and life, sweetie, it isn’t black and white ..."

I stared at him as he thought for a minute.

"... There are those who don’t care at all about the kid they’re having sex with. They don’t care if the kid gets hurt, physically or emotionally. I read about a case in Utah, where a guy stuffed his hard cock into a way too young girl and tore her vagina to shreds. The girl died because of that. Those creeps are really fucked up."

"Oh, my Gawd!" I yelled. I got a freaky creepy feeling picturing somebody doing that to me. It must have hurt like hell. "How can a guy enjoy ripping open a little girl with his prick?"

Instinctively I pressed my legs together. I hoped I wouldn’t have another nightmare. This was worse than any horror movie I had watched.

"I don’t know, baby girl." He quietly added, "I would have killed that fucker if I had been the father of that girl, even if it had meant the death penalty for myself."

I watched him in awe. I believed he totally would have.

Daddy took a deep breath. "Then there are those who want to exercise power over a person, and since most young kids can’t stand up to an adult, the pedos get to do with the kid whatever they want. You sometimes even read about those kinds having abducted a kid and held them captive to have sex with whenever they want. They are having sex with kids solely for their own pleasure and don’t care how the kid feels."

He glanced at me quickly. "Finally there are people like us. Yes, technically we are pedophiles committing statutory rape because we have sex with underage kids. The law says, kids have to be sixteen before they can have sex, unless they are at least fourteen and do it with somebody who is eighteen or younger."

He paused before he continued very softly. "So does that mean all of you kids should have waited until you were at least sixteen? Or only experiment starting at fourteen with other kids who don’t have a clue? Legally speaking you couldn’t even have sex with Peter yet."

I sighed. "That would suck."

"I agree. Or would you have liked your introduction to sex to have happened with a guy fumbling around with you, not really knowing what to do? Or worse, a guy just interested in getting his rocks off, plowing into you, quite possibly hurting you, and turning you off about sex all together?"

"No, definitely not." I shook my head. "I’m glad I gave my virginity to Bob. I had fun my first time."

"That’s what your mother and I thought. See, Melissa, we love our kids. All of our friends care very deeply about their own kids but also about the kids of their friends. We don’t want to see any of our kids hurt. We want them emotionally and physically ready when we teach them about sex. In case you hadn’t guessed, that’s why we waited before moving ahead with you."

"I know, Daddy, I still don’t like that everything was kept from me, but after talking with Mom and Colleen last week, at least I understand why."

He smiled. "Looks like your mother is right, you’re growing up nicely."

I smiled back at him.

"To get back to your question, I enjoy having sex with women and girls of all ages. I’ve had sex with women over sixty. Are they too old? Shouldn’t I be able to enjoy sex with them, or they with me? I’ve had sex with girls as young as ten and done oral with even younger ones. I know they enjoyed it. Should they be denied that kind of pleasure?"

I shook my head.

"So you can say that we are pedophiles. But I like to think that we are very responsible the way we handle sex with our kids and that we really have their best interest at heart. That’s why we formulated the rules we have about sex with our kids that the Rayners told you."

"But you do enjoy fucking young girls, too, Daddy."

"Yes, I do, Melissa. I admit it. Young girls are so exciting and their developing bodies are a huge turn-on for me. I like the feel of their smooth young skin, the tightness of their young pussies, their innocence, their eagerness to experiment, their eagerness to learn about sex ... There are so many reasons to enjoy sex with them."

Daddy thought for a second. "Yes, I have enjoyed the sex I’ve had with young girls. But I like to think that I’ve never taken advantage of them."

He paused for a second before he asked me," Have you ever felt that our friends took advantage of you? Did Bob, Bradley, Kent, or Brent hurt you?"

"No, Daddy, I’ve enjoyed all of the adults I've been with." I suddenly had to grin. "By the way, Daddy, you forgot Larry Formon and Mr. Blackmon."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I heard what happened in one of Larry’s video booths."

I blushed only a little before asking, "But how do you feel about your friends fucking your daughter?"

He sighed. "There were many different emotions at first. I was concerned how you would feel about it and handle it. I was jealous because they got to fuck you. And yet I was so turned on when I saw the pictures and videos of you having sex."

"I saw how turned on you got looking at the pictures of me sucking off Bob. Mom had to suck you off in your basement office."

"Yeah, well ..." He left it hanging. "Now I am fine with it. I’ve enjoyed watching you have sex. You seem to have fun, and I am sure you will speak up if there is something that you don’t like. You showed that when Janet let you see a little of what she and Terri like to do."

"Janet told you?"

"Well, she called your mother, that’s how I know. All of the adults tell us how things went when they try something new with you or Jamie." He chuckled. "Your mother would rip their heads off if they didn’t."

"Do you tell Colleen and Bob when you do something new with Sarah?"

"Always. Sweetie, all of us want to make sure our kids are safe and can handle what we do with them. We want all of them to enjoy sex and not get hurt. So the parents communicate very openly and honestly about the sex they have had with a kid from another family."

He mused for a second. "We need to bring the Prestons fully into our group. Jennifer is going to be a little tricky. But with your help ..."

"Are you lusting for my little lesbian friend?"

He chuckled. "Well, if I can’t fuck her, it’s at least fun to watch you and Jennifer lick each other’s pussies."

I thought about that for a minute but then wondered about another thing.

"Daddy, would you like me to shave my pussy? I would do it for you."

"No," he stated firmly.

"But then my pussy would look like an eight year old’s again. Wouldn’t that be more exciting for you?"

"If you shave your pussy you should do it for Peter and only for him and nobody else. Besides," he hesitated for a minute, "I like yours the way it is with its soft hair. You look like a thirteen-year-old, which is just as sexy to me as a woman in her thirties or forties with no hair down there."

"But you shaved your cock and Mr. Walcott shaved his, too. And I bet Mr. Walcott didn’t shave his for Terri."

He stared straight ahead. He could probably guess where that was going.

"And?"

"When you guys played that blindfold game with me wearing the hood, you had asked Mr. Walcott to shave so you could keep me wondering if it had been you or Mr. Walcott rubbing himself on me."

It took a second before he answered. "We hadn’t figured on you being so observant, baby girl."

"Huh?"

"I had shaved for my wife, she likes me to do that occasionally. I had done that prior to you discovering the nude camping at the Rayners. It had nothing to do with wanting to play with you. That came about later. Remember, you told me about your nightmare earlier?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"You rubbing your pussy against my cock had left me pretty turned on. I would have loved to fuck you right there on the spot. Then a few days later Sarah blindfolded me and I was pretty sure you had been in our bedroom with her. Why else would she have blindfolded me?"

I felt so stupid. We had been as subtle as a train wreck. "Why didn’t you stop us?"

He didn’t answer my question. It dawned on me that he had wanted things to happen between us.

"So your mother and I saw the one-time opportunity for me to do something with you. You seemed interested enough to let something happen with me. But we didn’t really want you to know for sure for all the reasons we have discussed a few times. Brent had asked to be included in your next game since he had enjoyed being with you in the Rayners’ hot tub. So we asked him if he might shave so we could deceive you into thinking Brent had been the one rubbing himself on you. We should have known that you couldn’t be fooled that easily."

I didn’t know what to say, my parents had really tried to deceive me so Daddy could have some sex with me without me knowing. I didn’t know how I felt about that, I just looked at him wide eyed at his confession. I gave him credit though for being honest with me.

"Did you enjoy rubbing yourself on me in Colleen’s bedroom, Daddy?"

"More than you’ll ever know, baby girl," he said quietly. "I’m just sorry that you got so riled up wanting to know if it was me that Mom had to stop the game. We don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable playing the blindfold game. You know by now that’s why your mother was at every single one of your games."

"I told her I was glad she had been watching out for me."

"Good." He smiled at me appreciatively. "Bob would have loved to fuck you with the hood on, too."

"He got to fuck me a lot a little later together with Mr. Walcott."

"I know. But that’s not quite the same as in the game."

******

Daddy signaled to get off the interstate.

"Where are we going?"

"I need to get some gas for the car. I could use a bathroom, too."

Next to the gas station was a country store and restaurant.

"Daddy, can I check out the store while you pump the gas?"

"Yes, but stay where I can find you easily."

I knew the store sold all kinds of things. I grinned just thinking about what I wanted.

The store sold a little of everything, but I found what I wanted fairly easily - sunglasses! I just had to find a pair I could afford.

I stood there looking at some of the nicer ones when this girl probably about sixteen or seventeen walked up beside me.

"Are you getting them for real or just to show off?" she asked me.

Surprised that she was talking to me, I turned and looked at her. "To show off," I simply answered.

She started looking at some really cheap ones, holding them up beside my face. About then another girl close to the same age walked by, giving us the stink eye while snorting as she adjusted her own very expensive shades. She was definitely 'Miss It', at least in her mind.

"Get over yourself, Little Miss Special Snowflake," my new friend quite loudly told her. I busted out laughing as the snotty girl first looked embarrassed, then huffed and walked straight out of the store.

"I'm Melissa," she told me. "What's your name?"

"Melissa," I replied, grinning.

"Do people call you 'Mel' too?"

"Yeah, I don't mind though."

"Me either."

My new friend looked at a few more before taking a pair and holding them out to me.

"These will work great with your hair."

I put them on and looked in the mirror close by. They definitely were cheap and silly, but that was exactly what I wanted. The rims were white with pink arms. On the right outside top corner of the rim was a simple plastic pink flower.

I turned back and cocked my head.

"Perfect," she stated, smiling before going to grab a soda.

She came back over to me and said, "Enjoy life, be silly."

She then lifted her foot, "Get some pink flip flops, too." She turned and pointed at the back of the store, "I saw some back there."

"Thanks," I told her.

"Have fun, Mel," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, Mel," I grinned back as she turned and began walking up to a man at the cashier. That's when I really noticed how her shorts barely even covered her ass. I wondered if I could ever get away with wearing something like that. Probably not until I was her age, if even then.

I figured the man was her dad. They walked out of the store together toward a big truck. He swatted her butt as she got in the driver side ahead of him. I couldn't help but wonder if he ever got to do more with her body than just swat her ass. I kinda hoped they got to have fun like I did with my daddy.

Maybe he had her flash other drivers like I wanted while he watched her. That would be so freakin' cool!

I wondered if her father had seen as much of her naked butt while driving across the country as Daddy had seen of mine. From what Mom had told me before about her flashing truckers at rest stops, I figured they were horny fuckers. Doris had told me that a lot was probably going on behind closed doors. Or in the truck cab, I thought. I giggled at the thought as Daddy joined me again.

None of that probably happened with my new friend, who I likely would never see again. I knew I was becoming a total pervert, but I wished it had or would.

I did go and get a pair of pink flip flops to go with my cheap sunglasses. I figured, why not?

******

As soon as we were back on the interstate I took my shoes and socks off again, slipped on my new flip flops, and put my feet on the dash. Then I put my new sunglasses on.

"What are you doing, Melissa?" Daddy looked at me and gasped. "I don't dare tell you anything else your mother did while riding in the car with me," he said, incredulously.

I smiled. I had a pretty good idea of what else Mom might have done. We had done a few daring things driving to my grandparents the previous weekend. And Sarah had told me about the early evening trip when Daddy had taken her on some road into the woods.

"The sun is so bright, Daddy, I bought some sunglasses to protect my eyes," I said with a devious grin.

Daddy shook his head. "Like mother, like daughter," he grumbled more to himself than at me.

I was feeling rather daring after everything that had happened that morning. I looked around, there was little traffic in the middle of the morning. So, I went for it. In one quick move I pulled my top up and over my head.

"Sweetie, what are you doing?!" Daddy looked at me alarmed.

I reached behind me and opened my bra and took it off, too.

"Melissa! Put that back on!"

"I thought you liked to look at my little titties," I playfully pouted.

"But not here on the interstate."

I could see the bulge in his pants growing though. I reached over and felt his hardening cock.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire. You like looking at my titties while driving," I giggled.

I reached over with both hands and started to pull down the zipper of his pants.

"Mel ... no," he protested.

"You let Sarah do it the other day." I pouted. I pulled the zipper down anyways.

He knew he was busted and slowly let out his breath. "Melissa, please be sensible," he pleaded with me.

"Would you rather have my mouth or my feet on your cock?" I asked pleasantly as I fished it out of his boxers.

"Neither. Put my cock back in and zip me up. And put your top back on."

"That wasn’t one of the options, Daddy." I looked at his cock sticking straight out of his pants. It looked so yummy with the pink helmet-shaped top and the blue veins showing clearly on his hairless shaft.

"I think your cock wants your daughter’s happy feet again."

"No." His protest was rather weak by now. I leaned against the passenger door and stretched out my legs to take his cock between the arches of my feet like he had shown me just that morning.

He nervously looked around for any cops.

I debated whether I should take my shorts and panties off, too, but I figured I better not. I didn’t want Daddy to get too distracted. I could cover my breasts quickly if someone happened to quickly approach us unexpectedly, like a cop.

Still gently rubbing his cock with my feet I started humming silly-like. I was being a silly little girl with my feet massaging a grown man's cock. Somehow I thought my new friend, Melissa, would be proud ... of the silliness at least.

"You’re driving me crazy, baby girl," Daddy moaned. "In more ways than one."

I giggled again. We had learned a song in sixth grade - 'Side By Side' - and I was glad I still remembered it. I started singing bits of it. I was having a great time adapting it a little. I hummed a little and then continued to sing, "... we don’t know what’s coming tomorrow ..., I won’t feel any sorrow ..., while we travel this road ..., I’ll swallow my daddy’s load ..., side by side ..."

I loved touching all along his shaft with my toes, rubbing the head, especially the ridge of it. I could feel it jerking as I lightly touched the really sensitive spot just below the head on the underside.

"Stay down," he said as a truck came up on us and passed us. I doubted the driver could've seen anything other than a glimpse of my feet cradling his cock. The driver wouldn't be able to see the rest of me and figure out I was barely a teenager.

I thought about my new friend again. I wondered if she ever did anything as daring playing with a man's cock while he drove. I hoped she had.

Thinking more about her, I realized that even though I started doing things later than many of my closest friends, I was likely way ahead of most every other girl my age. I would keep pushing to do more, but I was pretty happy about things for a change.

******

Looking out the window I realized we didn’t have much more time before reaching the outskirts of Albany.

I quickly switched positions and moved my head into Daddy’s lap. It was a little cramped with the steering wheel in the way. But I managed to slip my mouth over his cock while still wearing my pink sunglasses.

"Yes, suck your father’s cock, you little filthy baby girl. Suck it like your mother would. Take it deep ..."

Daddy had dropped all resistance and was really getting into it. I did my best to give him a terrific blow job. I bobbed my head up and down, letting the tip of his cock drag over my tongue.

His hips started to jerk and I sensed he was getting close. I took him into my throat again. Moments later as I pulled back a little, he began filling my mouth with his warm creamy juice.

I hadn’t expected him to cum quite that quickly and some of his splooge ended up on my chin. I licked his dick clean, and with a smile I tucked his cock back in and zipped him up.

"Oh, baby, you do that so well." Daddy had a little smile on his face. "But you better get dressed again, we are close to home."

I lifted my face up from his lap.

"You missed some," he said after spotting his cum on my chin. At least he didn't splooge up my new sunglasses!

So, before I got dressed, I used a finger to collect it, and then seductively rubbed it along my lips, making sure Daddy could see me doing it.

Daddy chuckled. "God, you are so much like your mother, baby girl."

I sucked his juices off my finger and licked it from my lips. "I like being bad for you, Daddy."

He shook his head and smiled. "I know. You really need to put your clothes back on now, baby girl," he said urgently. "The traffic is building up and we don’t need anyone seeing you like that."

"Prudes." We giggled as I reached for my bra and top and got respectable again. I put back on the flip flops instead of my shoes though, and kept on the cheap sunglasses.

******

I was dressed as we approached our Hidden Valley subdivision.

Daddy parked his car at the curb. We grabbed our bags and carried them inside. The minute we were inside, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard on his lips.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy. I had so much fun in Atlanta."

I kissed him again before he could say anything.

He smiled big time. "I had fun, too, baby girl." He looked around and said, "And it looks like my baby girl did a good job as the lady of the house."

I beamed proudly that he had noticed. "Thanks, Daddy."

"Thank you, sweetie." He kissed me again and pressed his pelvis tightly against mine. I could feel his cock had gotten hard again.

After about a minute or so we separated a little out of breath.

"Sweetie, do me a favor and unpack both of our bags, please. I need to get online and do a few things."

"Like looking at some pictures of me having sex?"

"Melissa," he looked at me shaking his head. "I have work to do. It is not always just sex."

"I’m sorry, Daddy," I said sweetly. I knew that look on his face. There was a time to play and a time to be serious. It was hard to be serious with silly sunglasses on, especially in the house. For once, I was glad to be just a kid.

I carried our bags upstairs as Daddy went into his basement office. I got our dirty laundry out. There wasn’t much but I decided to wash it quickly together with the sheets from my parents’ bed that Daddy and I had pulled off just before we left. I wanted to please Mom. I had some laundry to fold still from my earlier laundry duty, too.

As I put away the toys Daddy had taken along I held the model of his cock in my hand and studied it for a while. It had felt so terrific in my pussy. I planned to ask Mom if I could borrow it from time to time since I couldn’t have the real thing. I sighed and finally put it with her other toys.

Before leaving the room, I put fresh sheets on my parents’ bed and straightened out a few things.

I went down to the laundry room and started the washer. I heard Daddy on the phone and listened for a minute. He was discussing some numbers with somebody. It didn’t sound very interesting, but I went downstairs to give him the discs we had looked at the previous night. He just quickly nodded as I handed them to him.

Going through the house, I made sure everything looked neat. I wanted Mom to be pleased when she arrived home.

I went back into the kitchen and looked in the fridge if there was something to fix for lunch. I was hoping I could have Daddy to myself for a while longer, even if it was just for lunch. Mom would be back before much longer with Jamie and Sarah. For the first time, I wondered what might have happened while they had been together in Long Cane.

(continued in chapter 61)