Chapter Fifty-Seven

After getting off the phone, I went back into the laundry room to finish what I had been doing off and on all day! Gawd, if Mom only knew what a pain in the ass all this was! It felt like I would never get through!

I emptied the washer and put the last pile into the dryer. Mom should be happy. I folded the sheets and towels and I was just about finished when the doorbell rang again.

I ran to the window and saw Bob standing at our front door. I opened it to let him in.

"Hi, Bob, come on in."

"Hi Melissa," he said as I closed the door. "Your dad home?"

"No, not yet. He called and said he would be running late. He said he tried to call you but couldn’t get a hold of you."

"Oh, I see. Do you know when he will be here?"

"His boss called a meeting. So Daddy thinks he’ll be home about seven. He asked me to have you wait with me for him."

"Did he now?"

We walked into the family room together, "Please, have a seat."

"Where are you sitting?" he asked with a slight smile. I knew what was on his mind.

"We can sit together on the couch," I said. "Can I get you something to drink first?"

"Some ice water would be great."

"Coming right up," I dramatically replied, playing the 'perfect hostess' to the hilt.

I went into the kitchen and came back with a pitcher of ice water and two glasses.

"How was your day, sweetie?" he asked.

I scrunched my face. "Laundry duty."

"Peter didn’t drop by?"

I blushed.

"I figured as much," he grinned. "He’s a very lucky boy."

"I don’t know about that ..." I said, trying to be modest.

"Oh, I know a little about how lucky he is," he grinned.

"I suppose you do," I blushed again. I then asked, "Did you know about his crush on me before now?"

"It was mentioned a few times over the past number of years between Colleen, Maggie and your mom. So I was aware he'd been interested in you being his girlfriend for a while."

"He started to play doctor with Sarah and me once ... a few years ago."

"Did it happen?"

"No, sir."

"Why not?"

"Pam showed up."

"I can imagine your disappointment," he chuckled. "At least Peter's!"

"You would've been okay with him playing doctor with Sarah?"

He paused a moment, "Sure, why not?"

"You don't sound so convinced," I noted.

"Well, even though I now don't have a problem with Sarah having sex, I did mind when I thought she wasn't ready. Playing doctor is usually just about kids exploring each other's bodies. I think it can be a very healthy thing ... as long as nothing happens that one of the participants isn't ready for. Just curious and consensual touching wouldn't have really upset me."

"That's all it would've been ... if it had happened at all."

"Do you think you would've played doctor with Peter at the time?"

"With Sarah there, maybe. Without Sarah, no way."

"Why not without Sarah?" he asked.

"I didn't do much of anything without Sarah ... until this past year when I did cheerleading and she didn't."

"You two have always been very close."

"Like family," I quickly added. "Like sisters ... or cousins even."

I watched his reaction closely, but he didn't give any sign of concern about my reference to 'cousins'. He just nodded in agreement.

He then asked, "So between Peter and doing the laundry, did you have any time to yourself?"

"I also practiced some cheer stuff with Jennifer Preston this afternoon. She has to catch up with the others on the team."

"Sounds like you got your work cut out for you. I just hope it isn’t all work," he said with a smirk.

"I guess some work can be fun, too." I shrugged blushing at the same time.

"How are things going between you and Jennifer?"

"She’s still crushing on me. The thing is, I’m afraid I’m hurting her."

"How so?"

"Well, I don’t put her off when she wants to do things with me. I feel like I’m leading her on, though. But the thing is, I really like doing things with her."

"What do you mean by ‘doing things’?"

"Making out," I quietly said. I don’t know why I was embarrassed to tell him.

"You mean having sex?"

"Yeah."

"If there are emotions involved, it can get tricky."

I nodded.

"Did you have sex with her today?" he asked.

"She used my new strap-on with me ... and licked me too," I tentatively replied. "She didn't want me to do her since she's still on her period."

"Some girls and women are like that, and always will be. It's okay though."

I nodded my understanding.

"Unfortunately, I doubt I’ll ever get the pleasure of doing anything like that with her," he half-laughed.

I smiled as Bob adjusted himself to accommodate his hard-on. That reminded me that I wanted to find out if ‘perfect hostess’ meant what I thought it did.

"Daddy asked me to be a perfect hostess for you, Bob."

"He did?" Bob looked at me a little surprised but then grinned big time.

I put one hand on top of his pant covered hard-on.

He smiled and said, "Well then, I better give Colleen a call, and let her know that I’ll be tied up here for a while longer than I had thought."

I handed him our phone and he dialed. I listened as he talked to Colleen.

"Hi, honey. I’m at Greg’s, but he's been delayed until about seven."

I couldn’t hear Colleen's reply.

"It's just Melissa here with me. And Greg asked her to be a perfect hostess for me."

Again he listened.

"Thanks, honey," He said and paused, listening.

"And I agree, Greg and Melissa would appreciate that. I'll tell them. See you about seven-thirty then. Bye honey."

I looked at him questioningly.

"Colleen is inviting you and your father over for dinner at our house."

"That sounds great. I'm sure Daddy will accept," I said. "So we have a few hours?" I asked, leaning against him and kissing his cheek.

"That we do, pretty girl," he said pulling me into his arms and kissing my lips. It left me sitting against him.

I thought back to the prior Friday. It had been fun pretending to be Sarah when I had been over at the Clarks. And I was no longer on my period which would make sex much easier.

I spoke to him in my little girl voice, "Do you want to feel my little boobies, Daddy? You can, you know."

I moved over more, sitting in his lap. I grabbed his hand and put it on one of my breasts. Bob was breathing hard.

"You can play with your little girl’s boobies all you want. Go ahead, Daddy."

I could tell he wasn’t sure yet how to respond, whether to chide me or play along, whether to call me Melissa or Sarah.

"Do you like the way my boobies feel, Daddy?"

He started to squeeze them. "Oh, yes, little girl, I love the way your boobies feel."

I pulled my top up and over my head. "You can look at them, too, if you want."

His eyes got big and he leaned forward to kiss first one and then the other nipple. I giggled a little. I could feel his hard cock underneath my butt, too.

"That feels so good, Daddy, but it makes me feel funny between my legs when you kiss my boobies."

His hand moved between my legs and I spread them a little more.

"There?" he asked me as he cupped my mound.

I nodded. "Can you make that tingly feeling go away, please, Daddy?"

He groaned. "You have to take your shorts off, little girl."

"I don’t think I can, Daddy."

"Why not?"

I pretended to be embarrassed. "My panties are all wet. They always get wet when you play with my boobies."

That wasn’t of course the only reason why I was wet between my legs. Even with everything I had done with Jennifer, some of Peter's cum was still seeping from my pussy. I knew Bob didn’t mind sloppy seconds though.

"I don’t mind if your panties are wet. I know you didn’t pee in them. Your panties getting wet is part of the tingly feeling between your legs."

"I want to go to my room and lay down on my bed. I don’t want Mommy to catch us here. She could get mad at me for letting you play with my boobies and my little pussy. You’re not supposed to do that, you know?"

"You’re right. Let’s go to your room. It’s easier to take care of that tingly feeling if you can lie down, little girl."

I got off his lap and took Bob’s hand. We walked up the stairs hand in hand. I chuckled a little thinking that fresh sheets on my bed couldn’t even stay fresh for a whole day!

"Do you want to take my shorts and panties off, Daddy?"

He nodded and knelt down. He pushed them down and I stepped out of them. He picked up my panties and put them against his face. "They are so wet, girl. And they smell so sexy. But I also think you have been naughty today."

I coyly smiled.

I turned and got on my bed, looking away from him, pretending to be bashful. Bob stripped quickly, tossing his clothes on the floor, and then got on my bed with me.

Another first with Bob, I thought. He would be the first grown man fucking me on my bed. I momentarily wondered who the second might end up being.

He looked down at his cock and then back at me, "Do you want to play doctor with me?"

"Maybe," I coyly grinned at him.

I actually wanted to because I had never played it before. It was like one of my last virginities, I suppose. I had been such a sheltered child, at least before the past twelve months!

He scooted closer to me, putting his hand on my leg. A little tug let me know he wanted me to spread wide for him. I smiled and lay back so he could do whatever he wanted, which he did!

Bob took his time inspecting me closely, touching me in some ways like my cousin had. The difference was Bob knew how to make me feel good while inspecting me. His curiosity as he touched and prodded inside my pussy with his finger made it so much fun.

He knew all the anatomical parts. I clearly wasn't the first girl whose pussy he had ever played with. What made it so much fun was that he was eagerly learning all about me and my pussy. He took his time to touch along my outer and inner pussy lips, treating them like they were delicate treasures.

His touches on my clit had me really squirming, though. He chuckled as I did.

He was carefully examining every little spot of my pussy and tits, showing genuine interest in my body. He even lifted my legs up so he could touch my butthole, worming his finger against my tight little opening causing me to giggle a little.

I wondered if this is what it would have felt like if I had done this with Peter when he had wanted to.

Bob moved up my body to my small breasts. He did the same with them, carefully touching and exploring, showing child-like amazement as my areolas got all bumpy when he lightly circled his finger around each of my nipples.

It got to where I couldn't stand it anymore. I rose up, "My turn, Daddy," I said, pushing him down onto his back.

I then took my time exploring his body, mostly focusing on his rather large hard-on. I gently played with his balls too though. He showed amazing trust as I handle his most sensitive body parts.

"You must think I'm the most perverted man ever."

"I kinda like perverted men," I bashfully replied. "They seem to like me, too."

"I think you could make any man a pervert if you wanted."

I wondered if I actually could, if I really put my mind to it.

Bob's cock was steely hard, yet it felt so soft when I was sliding my hand along its length. It looked bigger than it ever had before, but then he did have a naked thirteen-year-old girl playing with it.

Pre-cum began appearing at the tip. I used my index finger to swirl it around the opening. His cock bobbed and jerked because of my touches. It had me wanting it jerking inside of me!

I rose up and straddled his waist, "I need it inside of me, Daddy."

He just groaned as I slowly impaled myself on his big dick. It had me groaning as well. I don't think I had ever felt so full!

I began working my hips, fucking him, repeating the things I had learned over the past few months. The responses I was getting told me I had learned well.

Before long, Bob grabbed my flanks and began rutting hard and fast up into me, our bodies slamming together as we fucked. I began to scream as I came, but Bob pulled me down to him and covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply.

After a few more thrusts, he turned us over on the bed, putting him on top. I spread my legs wide and pulled my knees up to give him easy access to my pussy. He then fucked me like a man possessed. The look on his face was so intense as he slammed himself into me.

"Fucking ... tight ... little ... girl ... pussy," he groaned out as he thrust. He was in heaven. He loved fucking young girls, and he knew he didn't have a thing to worry about from me. I was his to do with as he pleased. It didn't matter how wrong society viewed it. I was a pretty little girl he could explore his perverted lust with without fear. At that moment I was his to enjoy, and he let down any pretense of hiding his intense lust for my young pussy. I imagine some girls might get intimidated by his raw lust. It just turned me on all the more. I felt empowered. I just knew I could get this man to do anything I wanted at that moment.

"Call me Sarah."

"What?" he groaned intently.

"Call me Sarah. Call me by your daughter's name."

"So ... good ... Sarah."

"You're so good to me, Daddy. Your little Sarah."

"Here it comes, Sarah!"

His cock jerked over and over inside me squirting his cum deep into my pussy.

"That’s it, Daddy! Oh, Gawd, yes!"

"Oh, Sarahhhh ..." he groaned as he held himself deep inside me.

"So good, Daddy, you fuck me so damn good!"

He finally slipped out of me and lay down next to me. We both took a few moments to rest.

After a few deep breaths, "You’re not going to quit this about Sarah, are you?"

I moved so my chin was on his chest, looking at him, "I’ll stop if you really want me to."

"You have to know my concerns by now when it comes to doing anything with her."

"But she wants to."

"She said that?"

"Uh huh."

"Has she said it when you weren’t having sex with her?"

"Well, no ..."

"That’s the issue. It’s one thing to say it in the heat of the moment ..."

"But I really think she does. Just be open to it."

"I’m not going to seduce my daughter."

"But you would like doing some things with her, right?"

"Some things, maybe ..."

"Like oral?"

"Maybe ..."

"Yes?"

He nodded.

"If you knew she would be absolutely fine with it, would you do more?"

"Like what?"

"Fucking."

He paused and sighed.

I pushed, "Would you like to fuck her?"

He looked closely at me. "This stays between us? No telling Sarah?"

"I swear."

"Yes, I would love to fuck her."

I smiled, "I really hope that it happens some day."

"You want the same with your daddy, too," he stated as a fact, which it was.

"Very much. I’m not ashamed to admit it either."

"Be careful, Melissa."

"I’m not planning to push him into it. Mom laid down the rules for us. His cock stays out of my pussy and ass. I promised, too."

"Good, because you could seduce Greg. You could probably seduce any man you put your sights on."

I kissed him, "You’re sweet, but I doubt that."

"I don’t. Not for a minute."

I lay my head over on his chest, "I really hope you and Colleen will consider doing at least some things with Sarah, like oral at least."

"I just don’t see how something like that would ever begin."

I understood what he meant. I could never see Sarah, Colleen, or Bob actually initiating something like that on their own. Bob might in the perfect situation, but never Colleen ... without someone giving her a nudge.

I understood she and Bob were afraid of hurting their relationship with their daughter, their only child. I certainly didn’t want to create problems for them either. But I just knew that if they would do it just once, they could figure out how to make it happen again in a way they all could feel good about.

"There’s something else I want you to do," I told him.

"What’s that, you little seductress."

"Will you please fuck my butt?" I sweetly asked.

"Well," he chuckled, "since you asked so nicely ..."

I got on all fours and Bob kneeled behind me. First he took some time to lick my butt. He then used his fingers along with his cum from my pussy to get my butthole ready. Between his tongue and his fingers, he had my ass ready for his cock. Well, more because of his fingers, but his tongue felt amazing!

I thought I would need to suck his cock to get him ready again, but the idea of trying out my ass for the first time must have been enough to do the trick.

After lubing me and his cock, he pushed his cock firmly against my butthole. I pushed back against him, groaning as the mushroom shaped head forced my muscle to stretch some more. I held my breath and finally the head of his dick slipped into my tight ass.

"Hold still for a second," I moaned trying to get accustomed to his thick cockhead in my butt.

"Let me know when you’re ready for me to move," Bob whispered hoarsely. I could only imagine how exciting a view it must have been for him to see his thick cock sticking partially up my pooper.

After a few quick breaths I told him to go ahead and push in. He took his time working his cock inside me. Having done this a few times already, I knew what to expect and was able to relax my body. Once he was all the way in me, he started slowly stroking deep inside me, holding me firmly by my hips.

After some time, he did pick up the speed. I was amazed it didn’t hurt when he began slamming into me. He knew his stuff when it came to fucking butts. I knew then I would be asking him to do this more often, if he didn’t ask first.

When he came, he surprised me when he called out ‘Sarah’. At first it made me upset that he wasn’t thinking about me as he fucked my ass, but then I smiled to myself knowing I had him thinking about Sarah again.

I moaned at the empty feeling when his big cock slipped out of me. I really loved Peter’s cock, but there was just something really nice about having a grown man’s cock fucking me.

I couldn’t believe I was thinking about it, but I really hoped I would get to experience Peter when he was older. Maybe on a honeymoon? Would we still be together years from now to experience a real wedding night? The idea was starting to really grow on me.

I didn’t dare tell Peter something like that, especially when it was just after Bob had had his cock up my rear end. Our relationship was never going to be simple, though. That was a given.

My thighs were slick with Bob’s cum seeping out of my ass and my pussy. I rolled over on my side and stretched my legs out.

"I need to clean up some," I giggled as some of the air that Bob had forced into my butt started to make its way out. "Sorry about that," I apologized.

"Don’t worry about it, sweetie, it’s to be expected," Bob chuckled sitting on his haunches.

"Let me help you out with the cleaning," he said, moving his head between my legs to get at my pussy. He took his time, licking and sucking his semen out of me. I had almost forgotten that he liked eating cream pies.

I knew Bob had licked up Jamie’s sperm from his wife in the past. He was probably getting some of Peter’s cum out of me as well. It made me feel so fucking wicked.

I wondered if he had licked Peter’s cum already from Colleen.

When he was finished, he sat back on his haunches again.

"I still need to clean up," I seriously said. Bob might like licking cum from pussies, but apparently not assholes.

"We both do, sweetie," he said, scooting me off the bed to go to the bathroom with me.

He stood at the sink washing his softened dick as I sat on the toilet and wiped up the mess between my legs. I was basically 'pooping' out his cum.

Sitting there, I wondered about his wife.

"Will Colleen be okay with what we just did?" I asked.

"Honey, she knew full well this was going to happen when we talked on the phone. That’s why I called her to let her know. She will be excited to hear about it. The better question is ... will Peter be okay with this?"

I explained how we had discussed our having sex with adults, and when it was fine. Bob was pleased about that.

******

It wasn't long before being in the bathroom with Bob actually felt a little awkward. Sure we had been naked together before, but not in my house after having had sex with him. Him showing up and our having sex had been great, but now I felt that we both were a little out of place. He was a married man, and I wasn't his wife ... or even his daughter!

He was someone I loved having sex with, but I wasn't in love with him. If he had been Peter, I could have pulled him back to bed and cuddled with him. This was another woman's husband, though.

"What's on your mind, sweetie?"

"Just thinking ..."

"About what to do with the naked man in your house?" he chuckled.

I blushed.

"I completely understand, honey. And I won't wear out my welcome or ever intrude on you when you don't feel like having me around. I very much enjoy the time I can spend with you."

"I'm not trying to get rid of you," I protested. "This is a first for me."

"Firsts aren't that unusual for the two of us, are they?"

"No, sir," I giggled.

"Mel, drop the 'sir' when it just the two of us. I think we're way past having to be formal together."

"Thanks, I'm serious about not wanting to get rid of you. I'm glad you're here to keep me company."

"Anytime, sweet girl. And in the future, we don't even have to have sex."

"I appreciate that. But it sure is a fun way to pass the time!"

He laughed, "That it is!"

I then remembered the tape I had made earlier for Daddy. I debated for a second if I should ask Bob to help me make a disc for Daddy. He had asked me to be careful with Daddy. The video was anything but being careful. I was encouraging Daddy to do more sexual things with me. I even told him in the video he could do anything with me!

But then Bob had admitted that he would like to fuck his daughter. He was afraid to do anything, though, out of fear of alienating her. He just didn’t know how to make things happen between them that they all might well be comfortable with.

But Bob was also now aware that Sarah wanted some things to happen as well. It was just a matter of coming up with a way to make it happen. That's why I had made the video for Daddy, to have a way to encourage him to do more things with me. I felt I could get Bob to understand that. So, I decided to go for broke.

"Bob, I have a favor to ask."

He listened as I explained to him about the video on the tape I had made and what I wanted.

"Can you get it copied to a disc for me?"

"Sure, but are you sure about giving a copy to your father?"

"I made it just for him. I'm talking directly to him in the video."

"Okay then, I can make you a copy now if you want it for tonight."

"Thanks! I can get it from you when we come over to eat ..."

"No, I mean I can do it right now ... using your father's computer."

"Really?" I curiously asked, thinking it would be great to be able to watch how he did it.

"Sure thing, pretty girl."

I scrunched my lips, "I didn't know Daddy could do that."

"He's got the equipment and software. Follow me and we can talk some more while I get it transferred."

******

I smiled all giddy-like as we went downstairs to the basement office. I watched carefully as he set everything up, how he connected the camera, and what he did on the computer.

We watched the video as it transferred to the computer. I was proud of myself, the video was truly hot and got my message across to Daddy.

Apparently Bob thought so, too. Even though he had just cum twice, his cock was once again standing tall.

"Do you like my video?"

"What’s there not to like, little girl?"

"You’re sweet." I kissed him. I had another thing on my mind, too.

"Bob, have you always liked licking girls with cum in them?"

"I suppose so. It's something that has always been fun for me to do. I haven't done it with every girl or woman I've been with though."

"So, it turns you on to do it?"

"Sure. It seems to turn on those I've done it with too."

"Can I ask you something very personal?" I cautiously asked.

"Considering all the very personal stuff we've done, this must be a doozy of a question. Fire away."

"Have you ever ... swallowed semen direct from the source?"

He stared at me for a long moment before answering, "Yes, I have."

I scrunched my lips for a moment, and then asked, "Are you bisexual?"

"That I am," he admitted. "How do you feel about that?"

"It's cool. I know someone else who is as well ..."

"Bradley, I know. He told me he mentioned it to you. And, yes. He and I have sex together sometimes, some of those times it's just the two of us."

I scrunched my lips, not sure what to say next.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just afraid I'm going to put my foot in my mouth," I blushed.

"You won't, honey. I don't mind talking about it with you."

"I guess my daddy knows?"

"He does, and as far as I know, he isn't into guys."

I really scrunched my lips at that. It might have been cool it he were.

Bob grinned at me, "I've never seen you look so uncomfortable before."

I sorta cowed down, "It's something I've never really talked about with anyone, not even Bradley."

"Well, you're bisexual. Other than my being a guy, we're the same."

"Yeah, I'm just around a lot of bi girls and women. It's something I understand from a girl’s point of view."

"I understand what you mean. I don't think it's that different, although the plumbing involved is very different."

"Definitely," I giggled.

"Would you like to hear how I became involved with guys?"

"Seems fair since you know how I began," I replied, playfully cutting my eyes at him.

He laughed at me. Then before telling me his story, he asked me, "This stays between the two of us, okay?"

"It'll be another one of my secrets," I promised, smiling at him.

"I grew up in the country in South Carolina. The summer I was twelve, me and some other boys my age built a sort of clubhouse out in some nearby woods."

"Sounds a little like the tree house, except our grandpas built that."

He nodded and continued, "Living out in the country, you learn to make your own fun. We were all pretty good friends at the time, and we hung out there a lot playing all kinds of games when we weren't in school and such."

I slowly nodded, thinking it would have been cool to have a place to go play like that with my friends.

"The summer after that an older boy who was about sixteen moved to the area. I still remember his name, it was Walt. He wanted to hang out with us in the clubhouse. He had some porn magazines he offered to share if he could. Of course, everyone was all for that!"

"I guess that made him a best friend in a hurry!" I grinned.

"No kidding!" Bob replied. "He quickly became a regular with us, bringing his porn with him so we could all look at it. It was pretty tame stuff ... Playboy and Penthouse, nothing like the magazines you can get from an adult store like the Formons operate.

"One time I went alone to the clubhouse hoping to find something to do. Walt showed up not long after I got there. He asked if I knew if anyone else was gonna show up, which as far as I knew was no one. He then showed me where he had a few really hardcore magazines hidden in some plastic wrap inside a tree close by.

"He told me not to tell anyone where he had it hid, but I could look at them whenever I wanted. He said he liked to jerk off to them out in the woods when no one was around."

I stared at him in amazement as he continued.

"I was surprised he told me something like that. He then asked if I minded if he got naked and jerked off to them right then. I asked if he wanted me to leave, and he said he didn't care if I stayed and watched, or joined in.

"That had to be awkward," I stated.

"It was. For one thing, it was my first time purposely getting naked with a boy other than when we were going to shower at school, skinny dip, or change clothes ..."

I interrupted, "You skinny dipped?"

"Quite a few times at a nearby pond. It wasn't a big deal since we were in the water most of the time."

I nodded. I thought it would be fun to do that sometime.

"Walt was obviously more mature than me. I was a little surprised at the size of his hard-on."

"Were you intimidated by his size?"

"Well, I might've been intimidated a little by the situation, but the idea of looking at some new porn had me excited in a hurry! So we were standing there with our cocks poking out in front of us. At first it was a little awkward ..."

"I bet."

"He said sometimes he got so horny that he couldn't stand it. He asked if I ever got that way. I told him sometimes. He then started stroking his cock and saying how good it felt. He wasn't even looking at the magazines."

"That had to be so wild," I said, amazed at what he was telling me.

"It was pretty exciting watching him. He said his cock was his favorite toy, and that sometimes he just got so hard that he had to take it out and play with it. He said he didn't know why he got so horny. He said sometimes he would sneak out of the house at night and walk up and down the road with his cock out, jerking on it ..."

I stared at Bob wide-eyed.

He continued, "I was hard as hell listening and watching him stroke himself. He noticed it and said he would like to see me jerk off, too. I started to balk but he said there was no one around and that he wanted to watch me like I was watching him.

"So, I started rubbing my cock. He told me I had a nice dick for my age. I asked him how many he had seen. He said a few. He then shocked me when he reached over and grabbed mine, rubbing it for me. I told him it made me feel funny, which it did. I was practically shaking.

"He asked if it felt good, which it did. He then had me take his cock in my hand. From there we started jerking off each other. I knew I was getting close to coming, and told him. He asked if it felt good to shoot my cum, which was a silly question. He said he could make it really feel good if he sucked on it."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Oops, sorry," I blushed.

"Honey, we just fucked pretending you were my daughter. I think we're way beyond worrying about a few dirty words," he said, smiling as I nodded in agreement.

"Were you okay with the idea of him giving you a blowjob?"

"Sweetie, at that point he could've done anything to me. He dropped his head into my lap and put the tip of my cock in his mouth, sucking on it a few times. He then said we should get completely naked. Once we were, he gave me one hell of a blowjob until I came in his mouth. I tried to warn him before I spurted, but he wasn't listening and actually didn't care. He swallowed everything I shot into his mouth ..."

I swallowed hard thinking about the first time I swallowed Bob's cum. The idea that it was a boy sucking it instead of a girl was pretty wild!

"He asked if I was okay, which I was. He asked if it was my first blowjob, which it was. Walt said he got his first blowjob from an uncle, and that he had sucked off a few others since then, too. I asked him what all he did with his uncle. He said he showed him some other things and that some day if I wanted he could show me. What he was referring to was butt fucking.

"Walt was stroking his rock hard cock and asked if I ever thought about sucking one. I told him not really, and he then asked if I wanted to try it. At that point I felt like I would've been wussing out. So I took him in my mouth and sucked him like he had me ..."

I was almost drooling picturing that in my mind.

"His hand was rubbing my head and neck, which felt great. I had a good bit of him in my mouth. I loved the feel of his cock. I guess you know the feeling, too, sweetie, the shaft being so hard with the skin so soft and the tip of a cock being a little spongy. Knowing I was doing something so dirty had me practically shaking.

"Soon Walt told me he was coming, and I was determined to swallow just like he had. I was surprised that I didn't mind the taste. In fact, I really liked the texture, the taste, and feel of it. I was hooked on it from the start.

"Walt made me promise to keep it between us, which I did."

"What happened after the first time?" I asked.

"Well, after a few more times together with all the other boys, Walt said in front of everyone that we should pull out our cocks and jerk off to the magazines. He then surprised all of us when he unzipped, pulled his cock out and jerked off until he came on the ground.

"After that, it didn't seem like a big deal. The ice was broken with everyone. So it became quite normal to do the same thing while looking at Walt's porn together. After the first few times, Walt talked us all into getting completely naked. We even began having contests about who could spurt the farthest or came closed to hitting a target. It was all innocent fun."

"So cool," I grinned. "Did you ever do anything else alone with Walt?"

"He and I got together in the clubhouse alone a few more times. It was during those times that I found out he was getting his porn from his uncle. After he told me that, he began bringing some gay porn for the two of us to look at. It was the wildest stuff I had ever seen! There were pictures of guys doing everything with each other. Talking about guys doing things together was one thing, seeing it was another!"

I nodded, wishing I could see that porn right then!

"Walt began talking about butt fucking and how good it felt when his uncle did it with him. He wanted to try it with me, but before it ever happened, his family moved away when his dad's job relocated."

"Did you hate to see him move away?" I asked.

"Yeah, we had a lot of fun sucking each other off, and I loved looking at his porn. When he moved away, I didn't have anyone to do it with, but I did keep jerking off in the clubhouse with the other boys though."

"Did anything more happen with any of your other friends?" I asked.

"Not at first, but before long, two of the boys, Danny and Tim, would get together in my bedroom with me to jerk off to some porn magazines I had found at my house. I had discovered them in the bottom of a trash bag I had accidentally ripped. My father had thrown them out.

"When my parents weren't home, the three of us would get naked and jerk off like we did in the clubhouse."

I thought about the time I lost my cherry to a hairbrush handle. Jamie had used one of Mom's vibrators he knew about to take Sarah's cherry. It would have been so wild if we had had some porn to look at together.

Bob continued, "Before long, one of my friends suggested we jerk each other off. Things quickly progressed to us doing other things, like squirting our cum on each other’s cocks. And soon thereafter we were doing things like holding our cocks against each other's, rubbing them together until we came.

"The thing that really changed everything was when, on a dare, Tim licked some of his cum that had gotten on his hand. I had never mentioned anything to either of them about the things I had done alone with Walt. After Tim said it didn’t taste bad, we all started tasting our own cum. Of course, I already knew I loved it.

"On another dare, we licked each other's cum from our hands. Tasting someone else's cum really got me into it again. I loved it so much that when I was alone at home I began jerking off and catching my cum in my hand so I could lick it up. It made hiding the mess a whole lot easier, too," he said, chuckling.

I giggled. I was glad I didn't make such a mess when I came!

"I learned I could lean upside down against a wall with my cock over my face and jerk off directly into my mouth. I wasn't always the best aim though. Sometimes I ended up needing to wash my hair," he chuckled.

"Before long, I wanted to suck their cocks. I knew I couldn't just do it like Walt had with me. I decided to ease them into doing it, and if they reacted badly, I could just laugh it off in some way."

Bob looked at the computer screen. "Well, looks like the tape has finished. Do you have a disc to copy it on?"

I gave him one I found on the first shelf above Daddy’s desk. Bob started to copy the video to the disc.

"Tell me what else happened," I insisted.

"You like my story, huh?" he grinned.

I smiled as I nodded.

"Okay then," he began. "First, I talked Tim and Danny into coming directly in my mouth. It turned out to be a huge turn-on for the three of us. They tried it as well, and afterwards we kept doing it. One time not long after we had begun, I causally mentioned how some guys liked sucking a cock for the fun of it, but Danny balked at that. I could tell he was afraid to go as far as actually sucking each other off, scared that it would mean we were gay.

"It really was silly for any of us to worry about that given everything else we did with each other. It wasn't a big deal for one of us to hold our cock just inside the other's open mouth and spurt a load. Only Tim and I would swallow loads of cum every time. Danny would only swallow sometimes.

"We did this off and on over weekends throughout the rest of the school year. Occasionally I was able to score more of my dad’s porn magazines from the trash.

"Around the first of the year, Danny moved away. That happened a lot in our town because a lot of jobs were construction, and it wasn't unusual for families to move to other parts of the country after a few years. Tim and I continued to get together though. By then we both had girlfriends that took up a lot of our spare time, but we still liked getting together to look at my dad's porn.

"On the first day of summer break, we finally began sucking each other’s cock. Neither of us saw ourselves as gay, though, since we both had girlfriends we did sex stuff with. It felt good, so we kept doing it."

"Were you like boyfriends?" I asked.

"Not in a romantic sense. Neither of us was attracted to guys. It wasn't like we wanted to be together and date. We were just having some naughty fun together. We both were more interested in being with girls really."

"Did you ever, like, kiss each other?"

"Sometimes, when we were really horny. It's amazing how inhibitions can sometimes disappear in the heat of the moment. Kissing was one of those things."

"But you preferred kissing girls?"

"Yeah, and by then I had already gone all the way with one girl, gotten several blowjobs from another, and a few hand jobs from a third. But it sure was a lot of fun to fool around together with Tim."

I thought for a moment. "Are there pictures or videos of you with Tim?"

He shook his head. "No, little girl, we didn’t have a Polaroid or digital camera then."

"How about with Bradley?"

"There are a few ... and some with a few others."

"Could I see some of them sometime?" I anxiously asked.

"I think that can be arranged," he grinned.

"Cool!" I exclaimed. "Did anything else happen with your friend Tim?"

"Quite a bit. Eventually, Tim and I tried out fucking each other. I preferred sucking, though, because I liked swallowing his cum. We continued doing things with each other until Tim moved away the following year."

"Everyone moved away?" I curiously asked.

"Where I grew up it happened a lot. Large construction jobs were usually handled by big companies that tended to move people around based on where the need for workers happened to be, especially as phases of existing projects came to an end. You might only have a few years in one place before moving off to another. I had a lot of friends move away as I grew up. I made a lot of new ones though."

"I'm glad you're not in a job like that!" I exclaimed. "It would suck if you guys ever moved away."

"I hope that never happens."

"So after Tim moved, anyone else?"

"I didn’t have another opportunity with anyone until I began swinging with Colleen and one of the other husbands was bisexual. I had told Colleen all about my younger days, and she was curious to watch. It soon became a regular thing with select people, like Bradley and Doris."

Our talk wound down as Bob finished up burning the disc with the video for Daddy. It was pretty wild listening to him describe doing things with other guys as a teen.

"So you made this video just for your father, huh?"

I nodded.

He pushed my hair back from my face, "Be careful with your father, sweetie. Know where the line is and don't cross it, okay?"

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise," I said, hugging him. "Did you like the video?"

"This video is one of the hottest teasers I have ever seen. Perhaps you could make one like that for me some day?"

I grinned. "Maybe as a birthday present next year, I think."

Bob chuckled. "Now I have a reason to look forward to turning another year older!"

I gently rubbed his cock.

Bob mentioned it was about time for Daddy to get home and that we probably should go back upstairs and get dressed. I kissed and thanked him again for making the disc for me before we headed off to my room to get our clothes.

******

Daddy arrived home not long after Bob and I had sat down again in the family room. After giving me a kiss, he asked Bob to join him in the kitchen so they could talk for a few minutes. Daddy told me to wait for them in the family room. I couldn't help but wonder if they wanted to talk about me.

After a few minutes, I considered snooping. That idea was killed when Daddy came out of the kitchen for a moment to obviously see what I was doing. My reputation was beginning to hurt me. I acted insulted, but I knew I had brought it on myself.

After a few more minutes, Bob left saying he was looking forward to seeing me shortly for dinner.

I followed Daddy upstairs. I couldn't come right out and ask him about his talk with Bob. That would have been an impertinence, as Mom would have pointed out if she had been around. She might have even used the word 'impudence', or a version of it. Just the sound of that one always stung.

Mom's old timey words were never fun, especially because of the situations in which she used them. I much preferred the ones Doris came up with. I would take being called the 'bee's knees' anytime.

I might be thirteen, but I was technically still a kid. I should be able to get away with being a little rude or disrespectful at times. It was to be expected. Some would probably even think it was cute. Being cute was a specialty of mine

Mom never saw it that way though. I always saw that as being disrespectful of my feelings. I would never dare call Mom impertinent though. I didn't have a death wish.

I would just have to look for the right opportunity to ask Daddy about his talk with Bob.

I continued to follow Daddy into his bedroom.

"Whoa there, baby girl," he said. "I need to take a quick shower."

"So do I," I smiled.

"And we both know it won't be quick if you join me. So, off to your own shower, little one."

I smiled mischievously at him before going to the hall bathroom to clean up.

In my bedroom, I put on a cute pair of panties and bra. Then I picked my tight jeans shorts and a spaghetti-strap camisole to wear. I wasn't sure what all would happen later, or if anyone else would be there, but I was determined to look pretty for Daddy.

After putting on a little makeup and brushing my hair, I met Daddy in the hallway as he came out of his bedroom. He was dressed very casual, but he looked really sexy. But then, he always did!

I think he noticed my checking him out, too. It seemed to make him feel a little uncomfortable. I sighed. I knew getting him to loosen up and enjoy doing things with me was going to be a challenge.

I loved that he was afraid of doing anything that would hurt our father-daughter relationship. I decided I would just keep pushing, knowing we would eventually find a comfort zone we could both live with. The problem was that the comfort zone I had in mind was probably one he would have a hard time agreeing to ... at least at first.

And then I had to consider if Mom could also live with that comfort zone. While she might now feel comfortable with her 'no fucking' rule, would she still feel that way down the road? Even I knew there was still plenty for Daddy and me to do together without going all the way.

If I had my way, Daddy and I would be exploring a lot more things together.

******

On the ride over to the Clarks, Daddy explained a little about the trip to Atlanta.

"I'm meeting with a very important customer for a new project we're beginning. Their headquarters are in downtown Atlanta. If they’ll sign on tomorrow, it will mean a major expansion of my company's business."

"So cool. Does it mean I'll see even less of you?"

He looked over at me, "Actually, it probably will have the opposite effect."

I smiled. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I just need for you to enjoy yourself until I'm out of my meetings," he said, patting my leg.

"Where are we staying at?"

"You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out." he teased.

"Is it the same place you took Sarah to?"

He looked at me closely, "You two definitely aren't keeping secrets from each other anymore."

"You didn't answer my question."

He chuckled, "No, it's not the same hotel. It's too late to change the reservation and I doubt they would have that suite available on such short notice."

I quietly sulked. I'm sure he knew it too.

"Besides, hot tubs are over-rated," he added, not helping his cause. "Then again, the room may have one, at least a bath spa. We'll see when we get there."

He reached over and scruffed my hair, which pissed me off even more since I had just brushed it.

"While it's not where I stayed with Sarah, it's not a cheap room. I think you'll like it."

"I'm sure I will," I quietly grumbled. He just patted my leg again.

******

Colleen was really happy to see me. After closing the front door, she hugged me and we kissed with a lot of tongue.

"You look so pretty tonight," she gushed. Her hands moved down my back and squeezed my butt.

"Thank you," I replied, blushing. "You look pretty hot yourself."

And she did. She had dressed rather sexy for our dinner together. I chuckled quietly. Her skirt was kinda short, her top pretty low-cut showing a lot of cleavage, and she even wore some hose. She looked very hot tonight. But then it didn't take a lot for Colleen to look sexy. I for sure couldn’t compete with her in the cleavage department. I sighed.

"Are you looking forward to your trip to Atlanta?"

"Yes, ma'am, although I don't know what I'll be doing while Daddy is working."

"I doubt you'll be bored," she said a little teasingly. I was then sure there were plans being made behind my back.

She finally let go of me after some more kisses, took my hand and led me into the kitchen where we had a few minutes to be alone.

"Are we gonna be nudists tonight?" I asked her a little teasingly.

She smiled at me, "I suspect we'll end up naked at some point. But take my advice - being naked is a lot of fun, but getting naked is even more so."

I curiously looked at her.

She continued, "Think about it, sweetie. Which is more fun - getting a wrapped or unwrapped present?"

"Wrapped."

"Exactly. The same is true when it comes to sex. Unwrapping each other makes it all the more fun. The prettier the wrapping, the more fun getting to the present."

I grinned at her, "You're pretty smart." I wondered what pretty wrapping she wore underneath.

"Experience, hon. Experience."

We hugged and I helped her with the last of the dinner preparations.

******

During the meal, Bob and Daddy talked about the company he was meeting with the next day. It was a major global company. The executives Daddy would be meeting with were some pretty important people.

Daddy seemed very confident that things would go well and that the trip would generate some major new business. His confidence was very sexy. But then, everything about him was sexy to me. I could totally understand Mom's attraction to him.

The one thing I heard him say that really caught my attention was that if things went well the next day, he would have a lot more time with his family.

I asked, "Is this trip about all the work you've been doing this year?"

"It is, and hopefully that's all coming to an end after our meetings tomorrow afternoon."

I quickly realized just how big this trip was for Daddy ... and for our family.

"If it would be better, I could stay here ..."

Daddy interrupted me, "Now why would I leave my good luck charm behind?"

"I'll just be in the way and a distraction ..."

He chuckled, "A distraction, yes. But a very good one."

"Most definitely," Bob added with a big smile.

"Okay then. You had your chance to leave me behind," I jokingly replied.

"You just be up and ready to leave on time in the morning, baby girl."

I smiled as he looked at me. I again noticed his confidence that the trip would be a very good one. It really was a very sexy look. It made me proud of him, too.

I turned my head to Bob, "Do you have to go out of town again soon?"

"I don’t have any immediate trips planned, but things like that usually happen with little notice."

"Maybe I could come along," I coyly suggested.

"Maybe," Colleen replied for him, smiling, which caused Bob to almost blush.

"Too cool!" I blurted out.

Colleen then asked, "Do you remember what I told you before about the experiences we had 'dating' overnight with others?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Remember my mentioning that you have to be careful that things remain physical and that emotions don’t develop?"

I warily nodded.

"What I didn't explain at the time is that Bob and I had a very bad experience with a couple we swapped with more often than we should've. We spent two or three nights a week alone with the other’s spouse, even a few weekends. It ended up causing some problems between us. We almost separated over it ..."

"Oh, my Gawd!" I blurted out. I glanced at Daddy, wondering ...

"The couple wasn't your parents, sweetie," she quickly said.

That was a relief! But it did make me wonder who it could have been. I would have to talk to Colleen some more about that. I was pretty sure she would tell me if it was just the two of us.

"We patched things up, but it took a little time and some help from our friends. Like your parents." She smiled at Daddy. Bob looked down at his plate. It was obviously not a very happy memory for him either. "We did agree that we would never again spend the night alone with a sex partner."

"I don't want to cause any ..." I began.

Colleen interrupted, "Hang on, Mel ... what I was about to add was that Bob and I have discussed the possibility of someone like you or Jamie being that sex partner, instead of an adult. We need to talk about it some more, but we're open to considering the idea of you going with Bob sometime."

I looked between the two of them, "You know I would never do anything that would hurt your marriage."

"We know," Colleen replied. "We have established some ground rules for us. That's why I don't mind what happened this afternoon at your house ... or some weeks back when you came over here. And the same is true for Bob. He doesn’t mind if I spend afternoons with Jamie or you."

"Or Peter," I interjected.

Colleen blushed. "Or Peter. And others."

Wow, Colleen really tried to be more open with me. While she wasn’t specific, I figured she had had sex with most of the kids in the swinger group, if not all of them. That was a whole lot of teens, and that didn't even count possible others like the kids of the people the Thomases were hooking up with.

Colleen continued, "It certainly wouldn’t be a problem if you and I both went along with Bob. Perhaps you might even prefer for the three of us to spend a couple of days and a night or two somewhere." Colleen looked lovingly at her husband, "That wouldn't be an issue for us, right Bob?"

"For sure, love." He blew her a kiss.

"We could have plenty of fun while Bob was tied up in meetings or sales calls. And it wouldn’t just have to be sex. We could go shopping, do some sight-seeing, go swimming if there was a pool at the hotel, and so on."

Now it was my turn to blush.

"That would be a great way to spend more time with Colleen and Bob," Daddy said encouragingly. He smiled at me. "That way you might get over your feelings of jealousy towards Sarah."

"Daddy!" I whined, embarrassed he brought that up in front of Bob and Colleen.

"Relax, sweetie," Colleen began, "We all know about it."

"Oh. My. Gawd," I droned, burying my face in my hands.

Colleen got me to lower my hands, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a very natural feeling."

"I’m over it." I said, attempting to compose myself. Daddy looked at me skeptically. "Okay, mostly," I admitted, blushing even more.

I bit my lip before I cut my eyes at Daddy, and he half-snorted.

Colleen then attempted to take the embarrassing spotlight off of me, "We'll talk about an overnight trip some more, and we’ll see how we feel about you and Bob sometime spending a night or two alone somewhere."

She looked at Daddy, "What do you think, Greg?"

He paused for a moment before answering, "Andrea and I have talked about it. We've decided to consider things on a case by case basis."

"So that means I can?" I asked him.

He looked a little flustered, "Your mother and I will talk about it when the opportunity for you to go with Bob or with Bob and Colleen together comes up."

I watched Daddy closely for a moment. He didn't seem to mind me having sex with his friends, but he clearly wasn't comfortable talking about it in front of me. I hoped he would become more relaxed about it with me over the next few days.

It was kinda nice, though, that he was concerned about how I would perceive the things he said regarding me. Daddies should be that way about their daughters, even if he was allowing me to fuck many of his friends.

******

After dinner was over, we all helped to clear the table and get the dishes loaded in the dishwasher. Once everything was done, we moved to the family room.

I said, "Colleen, Bob, I’ve got something to show you."

"What is it, sweetie?" Colleen asked.

"A birthday video." I couldn’t help grinning.

"Of Peter’s birthday last week?" she said excitedly. "Maggie wouldn’t say much about it ... except about the menu. She said you wanted to tell us."

"Yeah, but I wanted to wait until we had a chance to watch the video."

I pulled the disc from my purse and handed it to Bob, "Could we watch it now, please?"

We gathered around the TV as Bob worked the DVD player.

I glanced around at the adults after they sat down. I thought about what Colleen had said about 'unwrapping presents'. While we would be watching a video with some pretty hot sex, I wasn't sure if the guys would feel comfortable enough with me there to inspect their presents a little closer. I decided I needed to take matters into my own hands.

I bit my bottom lip and stood up. I stepped over to Bob and sat down in his lap. He looked at me surprised. I winked at Colleen and motioned with my head for her to move over and sit next to Daddy.

She gave me a smile that she understood and sat down next to Daddy. The adults watched me expectantly.

I looked at Bob and we locked eyes. In a cutesy voice I said, "I know it’s not your birthday today, but would you like me to be your present tonight anyway?"

"What do you have in mind, little girl?"

"It's kind of a surprise," I coyly replied, sliding a finger along his cheek. "You'll have to unwrap me to find out."

Colleen smiled at me. I was probably being a little more aggressive with Bob than he would have expected with my father sitting close by. I was actually doing it for Daddy's benefit. I wanted him to see I wasn't afraid to be sexual. He could be a dirty man with me. I wasn't a little innocent virgin, but I wouldn't mind playing one for him!

"Don't mind if I do," Bob replied, but his response seemed a little forced. I knew he felt a little awkward, but it wasn't going to slow me down.

Underneath my thigh I could feel his excitement growing. I turned my face to him and he kissed me on my lips. I then took his hands and had him take hold of the hem of my camisole. He took the hint and lifted the top up and off me.

I shook my head, shaking out my hair, and nuzzled against him, "I love being your present. And if you don’t mind, Colleen could be Daddy’s present tonight, and he could unwrap his present, too."

Colleen got into the spirit of things. She moved into Daddy's lap. "I’d like very much to be Greg’s present tonight," she said in a sexy voice, "I think it would be fun if you unwrapped me, Greg." She looked over at her husband, "Would you mind, Bob?"

"Not at all, honey," he replied as he slid his hands along my bare flanks.

"That’s a very pretty bra, sweetie, but would you mind if I opened it? I’d like to see all of my present, especially your sweet young tits."

We kissed again as I began removing my bra. I looked at Colleen and Daddy, and smiled. Colleen had indeed put on some pretty underwear. She was wearing a burgundy deep plunge bra which made her breasts look a little bigger. I mean, what the fuck? She had mountains to my mole hills and she was trying to make them look even bigger?! For fucks sake!

If Bob hadn't been totally admiring my little boobs right then, I probably would have let it really get to me. His hands were squeezing them so nicely, and he bent a little forward to kiss my nipples. They got so hard and crinkly when he nipped at them with his teeth.

"Please stand up so I can unwrap the rest of my present," he asked me sweetly.

I quickly got up and Bob immediately opened my shorts and slipped them down together with my panties. So much for appreciating a nice wrapping. I stepped out of my clothes and stood naked in front of him.

"What a lovely present," he murmured as his hands roamed all over my body. "So perfect."

I loved his touches. I loved him cupping my titties and him squeezing my butt. He tried to slip a finger in my slit. But I wanted to show the video to Colleen and Bob first. I stepped back a little.

I glanced over to Colleen. Daddy had just taken her skirt off. She stood there wearing a garter belt matching her bra and panties, which held up her stockings. She noticed my surprised look as Daddy slipped her panties down her legs. She had worn them over her garter belt.

"Do you like what I'm wearing, sweetie?"

I nodded.

"I think your Daddy likes it too. We old hags got to do a little more to keep up with the young competition." She turned full circle as she said, "See how well the garter belt frames my pussy and my butt?"

I nodded. Maybe I should ask Mom to take me to the Formons’ store to visit the lingerie section so I could get something like that!

Daddy pulled Colleen towards her and held her by her hips. He kissed her belly button. "Why, ma'am, you're purtier than a speckled pup under a red wagon with his tongue hangin' out," he said with a fake southern drawl.

Colleen kissed him and then leaned back, pulling Daddy onto his feet with her. And with her best honeysuckle voice said, "Darlin', don't you just say the sweetest things, but I do declare it's gettin' high time I get y'all a bit more comfortable, sir, ... seeins how 'unwrappin' seems to be on yer mind."

Of course, she was undressing him while she said it. He then finished undressing her, leaving on some of her sexy underthings.

When she was naked, she took Daddy's hands and put them on her breasts. "Now why don't you play with these puppies, kind sir, or will I have to fix your little red wagon?" she playfully teased.

Daddy did as she suggested, cupping and fondling her tits. She then pulled him to her, embracing him in a deep kiss.

I noticed Daddy's eyes cutting quickly toward me for a moment as Colleen kept a lip lock on him. I'm not sure what he saw on my face. I was a bit in awe watching the two of them making out like lovers so easily. Well, she was at least. Daddy seemed a little tense. However, whatever he had seen in my gaze wasn't enough to cause him to stop what Colleen was doing with him.

I turned to Bob and tilted my head, looking down at him. He had been watching Daddy and his wife, too. I reached for my breasts and pushed them up with my thumbs and first fingers.

"Your wife is right. We girls are nekkid. Will you get nekkid with me, Mr. Clark?" I twisted my body in front of him a couple of times showing off my slim figure to him.

I reached out and took his hands, pulling him to his feet. Bob was a little slow dropping his clothes, so I gave him a hand. He looked at Daddy a little nervously as I loosened the belt in his pants. This wasn't his friend's wife he was about to play with. I was his friend's young daughter. People have been shot by irate fathers for doing far less than what Bob was about to do with me ... right in front of him!

Daddy gazed at us. He definitely looked a little unsure of things. Thinking about it a moment, I began to understand. After all, I wasn't one of the girls he was used to having around in a situation like this. I wasn't someone else's daughter this time. I was his daughter. I was his little girl. And I certainly wasn't wearing a blindfold! Being quiet wouldn't keep me from knowing what he was doing this time. I would be able to see everything he did ... and he knew it.

He had been so uncomfortable when I had seen him having sex with Sarah that Sunday night after we had all watched my wedding video. Even though he wouldn’t be fucking one of my friends, it still wasn't my mother, his wife, he would be having sex with.

I had to admit that I felt a little awkward that I would be having sex with someone with Daddy right beside me, especially with Mom not there. She always had been in the past. Now Daddy and I were a couple, so to speak, having sex with another couple. I wondered if I would feel something like this the first time Peter and I were in this position.

It was gonna take some time for all of us to get used to me being included in their intimate group. I knew at least part of their discomfort was out of concern for me. I thought it was cute.

Once we were all undressed, I pulled Bob into a passionate kiss just like Colleen had with Daddy. I didn't cut my eyes toward him, though. I wanted him to see me 'lost in the moment', even if I was thinking about him the whole time.

We sat back down as couples who were swapping for the evening. The whole idea of it had me tingly all over!

I took the remote and tried to show them the real highlights on the disc, especially the sex in the Rayners' bedroom. There were a few comments about how hot it looked when Peter undressed me in front of his parents.

Bob's and Daddy’s cocks were soon standing tall and straight as we watched. It looked to me like they had a hard time to keep from stroking their cocks. Colleen kept opening and closing her legs and squeezed her mound a few times. All three were squirming around in their seats.

And of course I got the comments I had heard so often about how loud I was when I came while Peter fucked me. I took their teasing without complaining. I was getting used to it. It was part of who I was. I certainly couldn't change it. I decided right then that if someone couldn't accept it as part of me, they could fuck off.

Bob’s breathing quickened as we watched Peter screw his mom while Kent was busy poking me. It seemed to get the adults hornier than fuck. Daddy lightly rubbed his cock before Colleen pushed his hand away and took over stroking his hard shaft.

"Your little girl is getting fucked good," Colleen softly panted to Daddy when they watched me get the Rayner family treatment with four of the Rayners working my body at the same time. She then added, "I could go for a fuck like that."

"Did you enjoy getting fucked like that?" Bob softly asked me. I nodded and squeezed his throbbing cock.

I had been there and I had seen the video before, but it all still made me incredibly horny. Before it was over, I had pulled Bob down onto the floor with me.

"Fuck me, please?" I sweetly asked. He didn't have to be asked twice.

While we had fucked not too many hours earlier, he wasn't showing any signs of being worn out. He fucked me like a man possessed. I wasn't complaining.

I looked over at Daddy. Colleen had pulled Daddy down with her beside us, with Daddy on top of her. He had sunk his cock quickly into her cunt and immediately began fucking her with quick, long strokes. He hadn’t cum yet all day, I figured, but he had his urges under control and kept fucking Colleen at a good pace. Occasionally he stole glances at me and it seemed his fucking quickened a little every time.

I was a little amazed how easy it had been for us to slip into having sex given how awkward we had all felt when we first sat down in the family room. I guessed my taking the initiative was what had made it so easy. Daddy and Bob seemed perfectly at ease once we had begun. The tension and hesitation they had earlier seemed to have disappeared.

Of course, having their cocks inside our pussies probably helped with that!

The really interesting thing to me was all the talk that began going on between Daddy and Bob, like Colleen and I weren't even there.

"Interesting night," Daddy stated a little breathlessly as he poked his hard-on in and out of Colleen.

"That it is," Bob hissed, "Mel’s sweet young pussy is gripping my cock so tight, Greg! Thanks for bringing her along with you."

"Don't mention it. By the way, your wife is being the perfect hostess tonight. It’s been a while since we have gotten together. I’ve missed fucking her juicy pussy."

"She's the best, Greg ... along with Andrea, of course."

"But of course," Daddy responded, obviously more at ease about things. But then he was balls deep in a beautiful woman's pussy. So his thinking might not have been as clear as it would be otherwise.

"Do you like fucking my wife?"

"Absolutely," Daddy replied, "Do you like fucking my daughter?"

I stared over at Colleen who was looking at me a little concerned. I got the impression she wasn’t sure how I felt about their banter and if maybe she should put a stop to it.

"Is this how they always are?" I finally asked her.

"Not always, but they do sometimes like to talk when they should be focusing on what they're doing," she told me for their benefit.

"I think we're being talked about, Greg," Bob said.

"You know how girls are ..." Daddy replied, getting pinched my Colleen.

The guys seemed to get their focus after that. Bob became very passionate with me. He held me by my shoulders and kissed me pushing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it as he sped up. I was moaning into his mouth as I felt the heat building deep in my tummy.

It seemed the same was happening between Daddy and Colleen. I got the impression that the men were now comfortable enough that they were getting off on the idea of me being there.

Obviously I added a new dynamic to what they normally would be doing in a foursome. Bob was fucking his close friend's daughter right beside him. My father was watching me getting fucked by his close friend while fucking that friend's wife.

I quickly turned my head sideways and panted, "Daddy, do you like to watch your daughter getting fucked by your friend?"

He just groaned and closed his eyes.

"Yes, he does, sweetie." Colleen could barely talk anymore either. She seemed to be as close to orgasm as I was. "Every time he looks at you I can feel his cock twitching in me. Oh, my Godddd ..." Colleen was groaning as her orgasm was approaching.

Colleen and I were definitely benefiting from the men watching each other. Bob was certainly fucking me with an intensity like never before. Daddy wasn't slouching off with Colleen either. I wondered if they were trying to outperform each other. Were they trying to impress me? Whatever it was, Colleen and I were the beneficiaries.

When Colleen came, I wondered if she was competing with me to be the loudest! I couldn't judge if she was as loud as me with my own orgasm occurring. It was a pretty safe bet that I was the loudest, though.

The guys rode out our orgasms without missing a beat. But I could tell from Daddy's face that he was close, though. Colleen sensed it as well. She leaned up and whispered something to him. Moments later, he pulled his cock from her pussy and brought it over to my mouth, letting me suck on it. Bob gave him just enough room to get to my mouth and be able to continue fucking me.

Colleen had moved closer so she could watch. She also had a hand on Daddy's butt, rubbing it as if to encourage the 'genie' to come out of his 'lamp'. Within seconds, she got her wish when Daddy's cum began filling my mouth.

As Daddy finished off in my mouth and moved away, Bob lowered his face back to mine and began deep kissing me as he came inside of me. He was getting a good taste of Daddy's sperm in the process. The whole thing had me screaming into Bob's mouth as I came again.

Bob wasn't finished with me though. When he stopped kissing me, he then went down on my pussy, sucking his own cum out. I glanced over at Colleen who was licking Daddy's cock clean. She eagerly encouraged me to join her with her cock cleaning.

Colleen was seriously turned on watching me doing things with Daddy. Maybe they would be up for doing some things like this with Sarah? I couldn't wait for a chance to find out.

******

We lay there on the carpet resting from our intense orgasms. Nobody spoke for a while until Daddy looked at the clock and got up.

"We need to get home, baby girl. We both have an early start tomorrow."

We all got off the floor and began dressing. At least with Bob cleaning me out, I didn’t have cum leaking down my thighs.

"You’re invited to stay, Melissa, I'll get you home early enough to go with your father tomorrow morning," Bob asked, looking at me expectantly.

While I liked the idea, I had very different plans.

"I want to fix breakfast for Daddy in the morning," I said, cutting my eyes to my father.

After that, nothing else was said about where I would be spending the night. It would have been a fun night if I had stayed, but I wanted more time with Daddy. It would be our first night alone in the house since everything began. Actually, I couldn't remember ever being alone overnight with Daddy before now. I couldn't be sure if it would ever happen again either.

We finished dressing and I grabbed my purse. We said quick goodbyes and got into Daddy’s car.

******

As we left for home, I thought about the whole evening. Had Daddy tried to ditch me with the Clarks? Is that what he and Bob had talked about in our kitchen earlier? I was determined to find out, but I had to be careful how I did it. I didn't want to get into a big argument with him about it. I might as well have stayed with the Clarks if that happened!

I had to wrap him around my finger, I grinned to myself.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You know you can ask me anything you want."

"Even I know better than that!" I sarcastically pointed out.

He snickered, "Okay, well, ask and I'll see if I can answer."

"You won't get mad at the question, will you?"

"This must be a doozy of a question."

"Mom wouldn't be happy with me."

"Why?"

"She would think asking my question would be 'inappropriate'," I said, finger-quoting.

"You mean 'impudent', don't you?"

"I hate that word," I groaned.

"I can understand why. You've been called it enough."

"Daddy!"

He chuckled. "I'm just picking at you, honey," reaching over to rub my leg. "Go ahead and ask."

"What did you talk to Bob about before he left the house earlier?"

"Nothing to do with you, baby girl."

"Oh," I said noting his evasiveness. Obviously he didn't want me to know. He was the same way when I asked about the hotel, which of course involved his involvement with Sarah.

After sitting quietly a few moments, I blurted out, "Was it about Sarah?"

He looked over at me as I cut my eyes up at him. I definitely was being impudent now!

"It wasn't about Sarah."

"Oh," I simply stated, feeling a little embarrassed for asking then.

"If you must know," he began, "I’ve tried for some time to hire Bob since he is such an excellent salesman. So far he has refused. I gave it another try today because we need somebody like him for the project I have been involved in. But he says he doesn’t want to mix his sex life with his work life."

"That’s pretty smart, isn’t it?"

"It’s smart not to have an affair at work. Nobody at Bob’s work knows anything about what he does after hours, so to speak. I don’t see it as a problem if he came to work for us since I would be the only one who would know about it. And I can very well keep work and play separate."

"So did he agree today?"

Daddy sighed. "Nope. I haven’t been able to convince him. I even offered him a significant increase in his salary."

I wondered why Bob wouldn't take the job. I was sure Daddy would look out for him. Maybe he didn't like the idea of that though. I figured I best stay out of something like that. At least the whole thing wasn’t about Sarah or me!

Just then we pulled up in our drive way.

"So ... earlier, you weren't trying to get rid of me for the night, were you?"

He looked closely at me. "I was just giving you the option."

"Well, I do want to make you breakfast in the morning."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead, "I'm looking forward to it."

I smiled. I was looking forward to the rest of the night!

******

I went upstairs and debated whether to strip naked or put something cute on. I remembered Colleen's talk about nudity and clothes. I decided to put on a cute little nightgown with nothing else on underneath. I didn't want too many things in Daddy's way.

It was likely gonna be hard enough getting him to even unwrap me!

A short time later, we both ended up on the couch in the family room watching TV. Daddy had gotten himself a bottle of beer. It looked like he just wanted to relax a little before heading off to bed. I was pleasantly surprised though that he had stripped down to his boxer underwear.

However, I was sure if anything was gonna happen, I would have to be the one to start things. I decided not to rush into anything though.

Daddy sat in the middle of the couch. I plopped down with my back against one end, putting my feet in his lap.

At first he rubbed up and down my calves, but then focused on my feet. I thought he was about to tickle them like he used to when I was younger, but instead he caressed them gently. It felt wonderful!

"Like that?" he asked with a big smile.

"Mmmhmmm," I purred, laying my head against the back of the couch contentedly.

His hands gently rubbed and massaged from my ankles to the tips of my toes. It was sensual, but yet it wasn't at the same time. I understood a little better the confused feelings he must have for me. It was going to be up to me to help him feel comfortable with anything we did together.

I was glad he was leaving it up to me. I still figured I would have to push him to where I wanted him to go though.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, happy feet?"

I giggled, and then asked, "You know so much about ... you know ... my first experiences ..."

He nodded, doing his best not to grin.

"... Well, I was wondering if you would tell me about your first time ... or times," I said, looking sweetly at him.

"I haven't told very many people about my teen years, sweetie," he said, showing clear reluctance about wanting to tell me now.

"I can keep a secret, Daddy," I said. "I've got LOTS of secrets already."

I looked at him closely, "I mean, I already know about Mom, you know?"

He looked away and nodded. He then began his story.

"My first real experience with sex wasn't until I was a freshman in college."

"No way!" I blurted out unbelievingly. "As handsome as you are?!"

"It really was," he replied, almost blushing. "I led a rather sheltered life during my teen years. Don’t get me wrong, my parents offered many opportunities to have fun. But it always had to do with sports or with church."

I lay there and shook my head. It was hard to believe how he could have come from such a background.

"I often spent several afternoons a week swimming at a friend’s house. Other afternoons he would come over to my house to swim."

"You had a pool?!"

"Remember, sweetie, my parents are quite wealthy ... and they don't mind showing it off."

"So ..."

"We had tennis courts, an indoor pool to go with the outdoor one ..."

"You had TWO pools?!"

He shrugged.

I started to grumble and then remembered why I didn't know about the two pools his parents had.

"Pools suck," I snarled. "I'd have to clean them and stuff. Jamie would try to drown me, too."

He smiled and patted my leg.

Daddy continued, "My parents also made me go to the church youth group meetings and to bible study."

"Did you ever date any girls?"

"I did, sweetie. I was pretty popular since I had a restricted driver’s license when I was fifteen, especially with access to the expensive cars my parents had. But all the girls I was ever allowed to go out with were from church. They would let me kiss them, but if I tried to touch their breasts they would brush my hands off."

"That doesn’t sound like you had any fun."

"Quite the contrary, baby girl. I got to do a lot of things. And I had a brother and a sister. We played games, tennis, went on trips together, and I learned to golf. You know, what some people call ‘wholesome kind of fun’. There just weren't many opportunities to even try to seduce a girl, as if I even knew how to do that. But since everybody I knew lived the same way I thought that it was the way it was supposed to be."

"You didn’t even masturbate when you were a teen?"

"Getting personal again, aren’t we?"

I shrugged my shoulder and grinned.

"I did masturbate sometimes if you must know. My father caught me once and gave me a stern lecture about it being a sin, that a God-fearing member of his family would not do such a thing. It was the beginning of the path to Hell. I learned to be more careful and masturbated into athletic socks."

"And during that whole time he was secretly watching porn," I said shaking my head unbelievingly.

"One time while we were all swimming I got thirsty. My mother had a glass of coke sitting on a lawn table and I grabbed it before she could stop me. It tasted funny and not like the coke I was used to drinking. She was all upset and yelled at me for drinking from her glass."

"I don’t see why she got upset. You were family, I've drunk from yours and Mom’s glasses plenty of times."

"I didn’t understand either. Later in college I understood though. I had some coke with rum, and it was the same taste as my mother’s coke." Daddy grinned. "She secretly drank alcohol which was strictly off-limits according to our pastor."

"Oh, my Gawd, what hypocrites!" I was still shaking my head.

"Yeah, you could say that. Unfortunately, extremely religious people sometimes tend to be that way. I discovered in college how much fun sex could be. I met a girl in spring of my freshman year who was rather experienced."

"Anybody I know?"

"Nope."

"Did Mom meet her?"

"I don’t think so. She dropped out of school. She couldn’t afford the tuition and had to get a job. I never saw her again after my freshman year. However, she got my v-card, as you would say. She was very understanding that I was a virgin and that I had no idea how to go about having sex. She guided me through our first love-making sessions. You could say I lost my religion during my time with her. She was patient with me, and taught me a lot as well. She opened my eyes to what living life should be about."

"She sounds pretty nice."

"She was and I guess still is. I’m rather grateful that she showed me what to do."

"Did you date any other girls in college before Mom?"

"I did a few, but nothing really serious, until I met your mother."

We were quiet and lost in our thoughts.

I turned around so that I was lying on my back with my head in his lap. My nightie slipped up enough that it left my pussy exposed. Of course, I left it like that.

Daddy proceeded to give me the best head rub ever. After a while, I moved my hand to his chest and began rubbing him too, making sure to tweak his nipples some of the time.

I could tell he had a hard-on. The bulge in his boxers was a dead giveaway.

I couldn't resist pushing things further any longer. I lifted up enough to pull my nightie all the way off, leaving me naked with my head in his lap again. I took his hand and placed it on my chest. At first he just kept his hand where I put it.

"Please, Daddy?"

He then began gently caressing and squeezing my little boobies. His eyes focused completely on what he was doing. I couldn't take mine away from his face. I tingled all over at the lust and desire in his gaze.

"That's nice ..." I purred.

I whimpered when he began squeezing and pulling on each of my nipples. My pussy tingled like crazy!

I turned my head and kissed the covered bulge next to my face. I wanted him to slip off his boxers, but was afraid to break the spell of the moment.

But then his hand slid down across my tummy, gently rubbing it before it reached my pussy. With two fingers he began playing around my clit, making me jump and squirm in his lap. His fingers moved lower and then slipped into my very wet hole. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his fingers inside me.

"Mmmm ..." I softly moaned, humping with his hand. "So good ..."

With his one hand squeezing a nipple and the other between my legs stroking inside my pussy, I began wailing out as I came. I was aware my body was writhing, but little else as I lost any sense of how long my orgasm lasted.

When it finally subsided, I continued to lay with my head in his lap, panting and relaxing.

I was about to go for his cock when he said, "It's time for bed, sweetheart."

I grinned and bit my lip, looking at him excitedly.

"Make sure you set your alarm to wake you at six. We need ..."

"You mean for me to set YOUR alarm to wake the two of us," I corrected him.

"Sweetie, it's better if you sleep in your room tonight. For one, it's late and we have an early start ..."

"And two," I somewhat bitterly interrupted, "You don't want me in bed with you."

"That's not true, sweetie. We'll be sharing a bed tomorrow night ..."

"Yeah, I bet the room will have two beds ..."

"One king bed."

"No roll away?"

He shook his head. "Honey, if we go to bed together tonight, we won't get much sleep, and you know that. Tomorrow is a huge day for me ..."

I suddenly felt like a spoiled little brat. He was right, as much as I hated it.

I moved up so that I was kneeling on the couch beside him, "You're right. But promise me we WILL sleep together tomorrow night?"

"I solemnly promise," he stated, doing what I figured was a Boy Scout thingie with his hand in the air. "Now you run on up and brush your teeth and I'll make sure everything is taken care of down here."

I kissed him, moved off the couch, and slipped my nightie back on. I then remembered I had something to do.

I grinned as I ran up the stairs to my room and grabbed the disc Bob had made of my video. I quickly ran into Daddy's bedroom and placed it on the pillow on his side of the bed.

I went and brushed my teeth and met Daddy in the hallway just as he had come up from downstairs. He walked with me to my room and tucked me into bed. He gave me a quick kiss goodnight at first, but I threw my arms around his neck and made it a very passionate one.

"It's okay to kiss me like that," I told him. "It's okay to do a lot of things with me, except for ... you know."

"I know, baby girl. Now goodnight," he said kissing my forehead. He turned off my light before leaving the room to go to his.

******

I was tired, but I was nowhere close to being ready to go to sleep. I lay there for about thirty minutes, wondering if he had been curious enough to watch the disc. I didn't think he would believe Mom had left it. He would've seen it when he had come home from work. He had to know it was from me. Would that tempt him enough to watch it?

I couldn't resist finding out.

A little light was shining from underneath the bedroom door. Leaning against it, I could hear what I was certain was the TV.

I debated for a few moments what to do. I was definitely going inside, but should I knock or just burst in and hope to catch him watching my disc? I decided to do what I did best - spy!

Carefully I opened the door just a little. I couldn't see Daddy, but I could hear my voice coming from the TV. He was watching the disc with the bedroom light off!

At that point, I went for broke. If he hadn't already noticed the door opening a little, he would notice me when I opened it enough for me to see him. So, I just casually opened it and walked inside.

Before he could cover up, I caught a glimpse of Daddy masturbating on the bed. At that point, I knew it was up to me to make things happen.

I climbed up on the bed and pulled the cover back, exposing his very erect cock. Even the shock of having me discover him jerking off to the video hadn't made him go soft any.

I slipped up beside him and took his cock into my hand, stroking it for him as the last few minutes of the video played.

Looking into his eyes, "I meant everything I said in that video. You and Mom made me." I looked down at his cock for a moment, "This cock I'm playing with is responsible in a big way for me even existing. I mean it when I say I'm your girl."

I let go of his cock and straddled his lap, his shaft pressing against my very wet pussy.

Leaning my face close to his, "I know you're scared of hurting or alienating me. It won't happen unless you actually beat me up or something. I know you like having sex with little girls. I'm okay with that. In fact, I want that. I want you to do whatever you want with me, whatever you would do with Sarah or Pam or Julie or any other young girl ... I want it, too."

"Sweetie, we can't ..."

"We can't fuck, I know. I don't like it, but I'll live with that ... for now."

He skeptically shook his head, "I doubt your mother is going to change her mind."

"She may not, but there are so many other things we can do. I want to do those things with you."

He sighed.

"Don't you find me attractive enough?" I whined.

"Baby girl, you're the most attractive girl I've ever laid eyes on."

"Then why push me away?"

"Because you're my daughter, Melissa!"

Now I was the one sighing, "We've already done so much with Mom though."

"Honey ... I'm ... afraid ..."

"Of what?" I softly asked.

"Of losing control, of completely losing your respect, of losing you. Of losing my family like I lost my parents. I couldn't bear that."

I hugged him tightly before pulling back, "I love you so much. I know you love me. I know you're afraid of losing me. You can't ..."

"Honey ..."

"No, listen to me. You can't lose control because I won't let you. I know what you're afraid of and I'll stop you before things ever get out of hand. You see, I'm very likely going to do the very things you want to do with me with other men. I'd prefer to be doing them with you."

"Including spankings?" he asked, his lip curling a little.

I grimaced a little, "Up to a point," I forced a grin. I quickly added, "Not like what I think Janet had in mind!"

"Not that," Daddy chuckled.

"But if you wanted to do something within reason ... I'd be okay doing that with you."

"You see, honey, that is the problem. I don't know what you will be okay with."

"You don't understand! It's not a problem! If I don't like something, I'll tell you! I won't just let you do things to me just because I'm your daughter. If I don't like something, I'll tell you, and you'll stop or we'll change what we're doing until I don't have a problem with it. Like spanking. If you want to, we'll experiment until it's something I'm okay with."

"I don't really want to spank you, sweetie."

"If you ever change your mind, let me know," I said and then giggled.

"You're sure about this, about doing sexual things with me?"

"Very," I said, rutting a little against his shaft.

"Especially when it is just the two of us?"

"Absolutely," I firmly replied. "It really is what I want."

I did a little slow grind with my pussy on his cock to show him.

"No fair," he chuckled. I just smiled.

He then said, "If you ever say stop to what we're doing, it all stops."

"I trust you, Daddy."

"You have to let me know how you feel, though. I'm not a mind reader."

"Like Mom?" I grinned.

"She can read my mind, too, baby girl," he half-laughed. "I just need for you to tell me when you do or don't want to do something." He looked more closely at me, "Promise?"

"I promise. But I want you to promise that if you want to do something with me, you'll do it. If you aren't sure how I'll feel about it, let’s talk about it."

Daddy took a deep breath.

"I like being spontaneous, Daddy. I'm sure you do as well," I smiled, rutting into him again, and stated, "Asking for permission all the time sucks."

He slowly nodded, weakly smiling. I had him wrapped around my finger. But I was also challenging him to be a little daring with me. I hoped he would. I wanted him to do things he wanted.

I added, "You know we're both pretty big perverts. I think I'm at the point that I won't go bonkers over anything you might want to do," I said, smiling.

He finally looked like he was relaxing. He seemed willing to accept the things I said. And by the feel of his cock pressing against me, he was certainly showing a real interest in what I was suggesting!

I put my hands on the tops of his shoulders, "So will you please loosen up and have some fun with me?"

"You promise to remember your mother's rule?" he asked looking down between us where his cock was pushing into the channel of my pussy.

"I promise to keep your cock OUT of my pussy and butt," I grinned. He smiled at me. I think he knew I was going to push things to the limit, but he was now willing to go along.

I then took his face in my hands and kissed him. He didn’t pull back, but he didn’t really get into the kiss either.

"You can do better than that, Daddy."

I leaned in again and brushed my lips to his. He did the same. I slipped my tongue between his lips and he took it in his mouth, sucking on it, and then pulled me tightly to him. This time he didn't hold back. The passion he returned to me was a little more than I had expected. Actually, a lot more! I wasn't prepared for it. He took my head into his hands and explored my mouth with his tongue, mashing his mouth to mine, twisting our lips to each other's, then taking my tongue again, sucking it before letting go.

He pulled his mouth back, "Is that okay?"

"Ummm ... yeah ..."

"Too much?"

"No, not really. I just wasn't expecting it."

"Do you understand what I was saying about my not wanting to do something that you weren't comfortable with?"

"Did you see me pushing you away?" I smiled.

Before he could reply, I pressed my mouth back against his, kissing him with just as much passion and eagerness as he had. It went on for maybe a minute before I broke it.

Pulling back, I asked, "Are you okay?" He chuckled as I giggled.

"So, did you like the video I made for you?"

"You're a natural in front of a camera, baby girl."

"Like Mom?"

He hesitated a moment, "Definitely like your mom. You both have a presence that easily enthralls the viewer."

"Enthralls?" I teasingly asked. "I enthrall you?!" I playfully snuggled to him.

"Mesmerize, spellbind, bewitch ..."

"I bewitch you, huh?"

"Ever since you were born."

"Aww," I hugged him tighter.

"You're a natural tease and seductress. But you knew that already. That's why you made the video."

"I made it because I wanted to break down the wall between us. Why should everyone else get to be with you except me?"

"Are you really jealous of Sarah?"

"Honestly, yeah, I am."

"You get to be with her father, you know."

"I know, and Bob is a whole lot of fun to be with, but ..." I said, pausing, not sure quite how to explain my feelings without scaring him off.

"Do the Rayners figure into this?" he asked.

"A little, but I've felt a little this way even before I knew about them."

"That you wanted to have sex with me?"

"I hadn't thought it all out back then. In fact, it wasn't really about sex. I ..."

"You wanted the attention I was giving Sarah."

I nodded, "Don't get me wrong, I love Sarah to death. She's my bestest friend. I'm glad she gets to spend time with you. I just don't want to be left out anymore."

"You're very sure about this?"

I nodded.

"Say it."

"I'm very sure."

"You promise to stop me if I ever do something that upsets you in any way?"

"I swear, Daddy. You know I'm not shy about speaking my mind when I really want to," I giggled.

He tickled me as he held me tight as I laughed and squirmed in his arms.

"You did that video in one take?"

I nodded, "Sure. It was easy."

"You've got some excellent acting ability."

"I wasn't acting, Daddy. I was just trying to be a showoff. I can be very good at that."

"It's why you're the best cheerleader ever," he proudly stated.

"It's why I'm your cheerleader," I replied, kissing him.

I then slipped out of his lap and demonstrated some of the positions from the video right beside him. I was basically blatantly shoving my pussy, ass and tits into his face.

At one point I slid my fingers along my pussy lips.

"Touch me like that, Daddy."

I did mental fist pumps as he did without hesitation.

From that point on, things really loosened up. I had to encourage him a little to touch me however he wanted, but he came around once he saw I was more than happy with his hands doing things to me he probably hadn't even dared yet to fantasize about.

He had me kneel in front of him, and then placed his hands over my boobies, firmly holding them.

"I just want to squeeze these perfect little fucking tits!" he excitedly exclaimed. I began finding it hard to breathe as he explored my chest, playing with my body like a man possessed! I couldn't ever remember trembling like I was while his hands groped me.

He leaned down and moving a hand away, he sucked and then pulled on a nipple with his lips, "I love your titty in my mouth."

I mewled and whimpered through all of it. Having him freely touching me in a sexual way kept my whole body buzzing. I knew the feeling was largely because of the taboo nature of it, but he was also a very handsome and desirable man. After all, Mom had wanted him bad enough to marry him! Now I was getting to enjoy some of what others had experienced, and I was gonna make the most of it!

His fingers really worked their magic on my pussy. As horny as I was, it didn't take long for me to cum again from his touches. He didn't shy away as I came either. He just pulled me to him and had me wailing as only he could make me!

"That's it, baby girl. Scream as loud as you want!"

When I finally came down, my pussy wasn't the only thing wet. My whole body was covered in sweat, and it wasn't Daddy's.

He held me to him for a few minutes, letting me recover. I gently rubbed his chest. He wasn't a big he-man, but he was definitely in shape. He smelled so good too. I could have stayed just like that the rest of the night!

He patted my arm, "Mel, sweetie, we really need to get some sleep."

"Nuh uh," I replied, grabbing his rigid cock. "This has got to go down first," I teasingly added.

He half-snorted and slowly shook his head, "I suppose it is pointless to argue about this."

"You're a quick learner, Daddy."

"I learned from your mother," he grinned.

"Good mommy," I playfully stated.

"Since we're not going to get any sleep anytime soon, I'd like to do something I've been wanting to do with you."

My eyes opened wide as I bit my bottom lip.

Daddy laid me down on my back and crawled around between my legs. He took hold of my ankles, lifting them back and toward me until my knees were against my shoulders.

"You hold your legs for a bit," which I happily did, hooking my arms beneath my knees.

Daddy lowered his face to my pussy and began slowly licking along my entire slit, which was spread wide open. The tip of his tongue was working all kinds of magic on me.

"You have a beautiful pussy, baby girl," he husked, licking a little lower before adding, "And a very sexy butthole."

Daddy proceeded to give me the bestest tongue bath ever! He wasn't shy at all about licking my pussy or my butt. His tongue wormed its way inside both holes as I lay there splayed wide-open for my father to have his way with me.

I came with his tongue dancing all around my clit. My legs trembled like crazy!

After catching my breath a little, I insisted, "Daddy, it really is my turn to get you off now."

"I've already got that covered, baby girl," he confidently stated as he moved up closer between my legs, led by his incredibly sexy hard cock. At that moment, it was the most handsome thing I had ever seen. Then I realized what he was about to do!

"Whoa up there, Daddy!" I blurted out. He immediately stopped moving and looked concerned. "Remember, you can't fuck me!"

A smile spread across his face, "I have something else in mind, trust me."

I looked down at his cock and he laid it against my mound, He then began humping against me, sliding the length of his shaft along the channel of my pussy.

"Mmmm," he moaned as the head of his dick slid back and forth along my wet pussy lips. The gleam of my juices on his cock, especially the spongy head, was so wicked.

"Feels good, honey," Daddy whispered excitedly. He was breathing a little faster, too.

"Mmmhmmm," I replied. "Your cock feels so nice like that, Daddy."

"I love rubbing my cock all over your perfect little pussy."

His gaze began to focus solely on the juncture between our legs. He was all but fucking my pussy. He was sliding his cock between my pussy lips just like he had done during the blindfold game. Occasionally he slapped his shaft against my juicy slit, or rubbed the head back and forth against my little clit. The intensity of his gaze was so freaking incredible to watch. My daddy was enjoying his daughter's pussy. And I could see him because I didn’t have to wear a hood this time.

Other than the limitation Mom had put on us, he wasn't holding back at all with me. It was as close to what I wanted as I was gonna get ... for now. One day I was going to feel that hard sexy cock deep inside me, fucking me just like I really wanted. I just had to be patient, which was a lot to ask of me!

"That feels so good, Daddy!"

"You like that, don't you?"

"Uh huh," I squeaked.

"Mmmmm ... Your little pussy feels so niceeee," he moaned out.

"It's your little pussy, Daddy. You own it. My whole body belongs to you."

His eyes glanced up to my face, but he kept rutting against my cunt.

"It's true, Daddy. I started in your testicles as a little sperm that found Mom’s egg. The same testicles that are rubbing against my butthole right now!"

That seemed to wind him up some more.

"Daddy's dick is on your little pussy, baby girl. Do you like that?"

"Uh huh," I whimpered. "I love it on my dirty little hole!"

"I want you so bad ..." he sincerely said. "God you are so lovely ... all of you ..."

I practically melted as he said it, too. I was totally in love with this man.

"Do you like my big hard cock on your pussy, sweetie?"

"I hope one day Mom will let you put your big hard cock inside me! I want you to fuck me so bad!"

"Oh, my Gawddddd," he groaned out. He humped harder against my soaking wet slit and then muttered, "Me too!"

I closed my eyes for a moment and savored those two words.

Opening my eyes again, I added, "And when that day comes, I want you to fuck me and empty all your little sperms into me."

"Oh, fuck yeah," he intensely groaned, like he was trying to control himself from blowing his load while saying it.

"Daddy, I want to make you feel like only I can, your baby girl."

"Do you want to be Daddy's little slut?" he intently asked.

I nodded, "I'm all yours!"

"Say you're Daddy's little slut!" he demanded, grinding his cock firmly against my cunt.

"I'm my Daddy's little slut," I loudly moaned.

He began grunting and rutting harder into me. I knew he was about to blast.

"Do you want me to suck you now?"

"I want to fuck you!" he loudly groaned and began spurting cum, the first blast reaching my chin. With each thrust, another spurt shot out accompanied by a loud grunt. It wasn't a lot of cum, but it was impressive considering the sex he had had at the Clarks earlier.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," he muttered as he held still, his cock still lying against my pussy. I could see a little cum still dribbling out, sliding down the underside until it was on me.

"That was so hot, Daddy," I sweetly said, letting go of my legs and stretching them out beside him.

"That was fucking amazing!" he blurted out, still breathing hard.

He then lay down beside me, relaxing in his afterglow. I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss before climbing off the bed to wipe his cum off my body. I planned to cuddle with him and I didn't think he'd want his cum plastered all over him for the rest of the night.

I came back into the bedroom with a wash cloth and climbed onto the bed between his legs, intending to clean him off with it. After looking down at him, I threw the wash cloth on the floor and instead leaned down and took his spent cock into my mouth, sucking him clean. I then licked up any semen I saw on him. Leaning up, I licked my lips so he could see, and then moved down beside him and cuddled against his warm body, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I'm staying right here with you tonight," I firmly stated.

"Well ... okay. But ..." he paused.

"But what?" I asked, lifting my head.

"I've been known to wake up ... horny ... and waking your mother up. If I do that, you need to remind me just who you are."

I suppressed a grin thinking how convenient it would be to 'forget' to remind him, but I knew I couldn't do that. I had promised Mom. I knew the biggest mistake I could ever make was to break that promise. She was putting a lot of faith in me. I just couldn't disappoint her so badly.

"I could stick a tampon in my cooter," I giggled. "It would at least slow you down."

"No need for that. Just say 'whoa hoss' or something if I get a little carried away."

I will," I sincerely told him. "I love you, Daddy, and thanks for tonight. It means so much to me."

"It does to me as well, baby girl. I love and adore you so much."

"And now you know it's okay to do naughty things with me. I'm your dirty little girl. You don't have to fantasize about me with others. Just do it with me instead. Okay?"

He was quiet for a moment. "Okay, dirty little girl," he finally said, squeezing me to him.

I wrapped myself tighter to him and smiled. I was a happy girl. I was so looking forward to the next few days.

Before long I heard him breathing slowly and evenly. He was sleeping. I wasn't far behind him.

(continued in chapter 58)