This is a print version of story COURTNEY’S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET by pegaseus69 from


I was barely 16 that hot and humid July afternoon I admitted to Amy, my sweet little cousin, that I’d been having sex with my father for two months.

“What?!” she gushed. “Courtney! Oh, my God!”

Also, that I was on birth control, but that my up-tight mother had no idea or she’d have killed me! Of course, at St. Katherine’s, where we both went to school, they wouldn’t have been too thrilled at that part, either.

“I can’t believe this!” Amy was almost panting at the news. “You’re doing your own father!”

“He’s fucking me to death!” I admitted. “I think we’re, like, sexually addicted to each other. He said he’s in love with my cunt.”

Woody Allen once said, “Sex is only dirty when it’s done correctly.” How absolutely true! And that is how I remember my early sexual adventures with my own dad: very, very, VERY dirty. Blissfully so.

I went through multiple, wildly intensifying orgasms that left me sweaty, shaky and panting for breath each time. Yet still wanting more. Talk about over-sexed!

“He fucks me all night up at Clear Lake! And licks my cunt between fucking! Sometimes I come so hard I pee all over!”

“Wow… ” Amy breathed.

“Last time he used this peach-flavored lubrication and two vibrators, one in my pussy and the other up my asshole, and I about went insane!”

“I can’t stand it!”

“Then he fucked me in front of the TV using one of those vibrating ring things around his dick! He could barely hold me down! He said I was the best fuck ever!”

Amy looked like she suddenly couldn’t breathe.

“Courtney! You’re killing me!”

Dirty talk, the dirtier the better, was something Amy and I appreciated. It was shocking, exciting and great fun at that young age! Plus I loved getting her all sexually aroused.

It also turned out that the age of consent in Alabama, where we lived, was just 16—the 10th grade—so when my dad and I started ‘doing it’ I was entirely legal.

Of course, the i****t aspect was still a little murky.

Anyway, all my friends fantasized about my handsome 34-year-old father, but it was teen twig Amy, my innocent-faced cousin at exactly 5’ and 90 perfect pounds, who’d always had the biggest crush on him.

He’d been divorced from my mother for years, so I mostly saw him on weekends, but whenever Amy was around, she always acted sort of goofy. She always k**ded around with him as if she wasn’t just another dumb, skinny blond teenager like me, but was wanting to be his girlfriend or something.

Even though she was his niece!

It really pissed off my no-nonsense mom, and she’d just shake her head or storm away, as if she thought my dad might actually take Amy up on it.

“Your little cousin is an idiot!” she said more than once. “Amy acts like your father might take her on a date!”

I mean, I could always tell the way Amy looked at him—she was picturing a lot of dirty sex stuff in that naïve-looking-little-girl head of hers, but I was probably the only one who realized it.

Whenever she spent the night at my place, in fact, she just about drove me crazy talking about him, even when we indulged in our secret “I’ll kiss yours if you kiss mine” game after lights out.

“I’m pretending your dad’s licking me,” she often told me. “So don’t talk!”

That usually worked best with Amy on her hands and knees, her skinny bare ass sticking up with my face pressed into her hot butt-crack, and my eager tongue licking into her slick pink pussy from behind. We definitely enjoyed each other’s company.

In addition—as an extra treat for her—I sometimes licked her overly-sensitive asshole, pressing my tongue-tip into that twitchy tiny slit until it throbbed open with a little spasm. Then I licked her pussy and her anus until she was trembling so violently I thought she was having some kind of weird attack.

That particular combination always got her off in record time—and multiple times, at that, sort of her specialty. Mine, too, as I mentioned.

“Oh, God, Uncle Jack!” I’d hear her moan sometimes, me licking her, my father being her uncle. “You’re making me come so fucking good!”

Like I said, we appreciated dirty talk, especially in our perverted fantasies.

Of course, when she did it to me, with her perfect face buried in my butt-crack, it had the same result. She made me come so hard, I had to clamp my hands over my mouth or push my face into my pillow, nearly passing out from lack of oxygen sometimes, so my mom wouldn’t hear.

Amy didn’t look like it, but she was a little angel who definitely knew how to use her mouth on another girl’s cunt.

Unlike most of the boys I’d been with.

Although I possessed that same wide-eyed, innocent look of my sweet cousin, I was known as ‘easy’ at school, a bad girl.

I’d handed out my virginity a couple of years earlier to an awkward boy I barely knew in the back of his father’s SUV, then gone on to sexually experiment with a variety of boys, some older, some younger, sometimes with two or three at a time.

For some reason, even with the boys who fumbled like idiots getting my pants down or who had no idea how to properly lick a girl’s pussy (even with clear instructions!), I still never got bored doing it. Sex for me was the absolute most fun of anything else I could imagine.

The truth was, then or now, I’d rather fuck than eat chocolate ice cream and I love chocolate ice cream.

Anyway, Amy and I were walking to the Greenbriar Mall, both of us overheated and sticky at 92 in the shade (all of Alabama being a hot-box in summer), when I told her what we’d been up to, my father and I.

After bursting out with surprise at first, she just stopped walking and stared at me, not believing such a thing could happen. This was like a betrayal to her, she figured.

“You should have told me,” she insisted. “Sex with your dad! Wow!”

“It’s a big secret,” I told her. “If my mom found out, we’d both be dead! I’m only telling you because my dad wants you to join us this weekend.”

Her mouth dropped open and she grabbed her chest through her skimpy halter top, acting like she was having heart palpitations.

“Oh my God! My God! My God!”

And I suddenly noticed that her pink nipples were almost poking through her halter top, their hard little points very much out there.

Her boobs weren’t as large as mine, my 32B’s the ‘big ones’ compared to her 32A’s, but her nipples had those ultra-sensitive tips that reminded me of our Thanksgiving turkey’s pop-up button, particularly when I was kissing her bare tits while fingerfucking her.

“It’s okay, Amy,” I gently took her arms and shook her with a laugh. “Calm down, we’re not going to the White House or anything! It’s just my dad’s.”

We still had about 10 minutes before reaching the Mall, so I walked her over to a green park bench and sat her down.

She was suddenly as flushed as if she’d been running two miles. Her slender bare legs were trembling, and she kept jiggling them, knocking her bony knees together, apparently unable to sit still.

She even kicked one of her sandals off, then had to reach out with her small foot to put it back on.

“I’m so excited!” she said, all shaky. “You made my pussy all wet!”

While I held both of her hands, she spread her knees slightly and we both glanced down at the crotch of her tight pink cotton shorts. The perfect outline of her gently bulging vagina, slit and all, was clearly noticeable if you knew enough to look.

“You little slut, I can even smell it,” I told her. “It’s getting me wet, too.”

“Give me details, Courtney. Dirty details!”

“What should I tell you?”

She swallowed hard, then looked at me as if I’d brought her the best present she’d ever received by simply inviting her to a weekend of rampant sexual adventures.

“First off,” she asked, “are you sure it’s okay with your father, that I come along?”

I gave both her hands a quick squeeze, then released them.

“Of course, he wants you there,” I told her. “He thinks you’re really cute.”

“Oh, God.”

I studied her another moment, then brushed a strand of her fine blond hair back from her innocent face, which got me a quick smile in return. Amy’s wide blue eyes, always bright, were literally shining with excitement.

Potential sexual excitement, I knew.

“Will you let him do dirty stuff to you?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Of course!” she said, eagerness in her voice. “Like what?”

“You know, eat your pussy, suck your boobs, stick his cock in your mouth,” I ventured. “He’ll want to…ejaculate in your mouth, too, I bet!”

That was a word I’d learned right at the beginning from my dad.

“You’re turning me on even more!” she said. And then, “What do you do with him?”

I gave her a suggestive smile, then glanced around first, looking for eavesdroppers, lip-readers, neighbors that knew us, whatever, before saying anything that might get us in big trouble.

“We do everything,” I said. “We watch dirty movies first—”

“Wait!” she cut me off. “Does your dad want to fuck me? I haven’t done that yet, like you, but he can fuck me all weekend if he wants!”

“I’m sure he wants to fuck you,” I said. “And he’s had a vasectomy, but it’s not like you’ve never had a cock in you. I know you have.”

That was true:

Amy was obsessed with the always-stiff penis of her irritating twin b*****r, Paul, always giving him intense sexual attention.

She even drew pictures of it for me, his young cock, showing what it looked like standing up, stiff and veined, in several different, quite flattering perspectives, with white stuff coming out of the end.

She really did have artistic talent, I’d realized then.

Amy had made a hobby, actually, of that annoying boy’s cock: kissing it, licking it, sucking it and even rubbing the swollen head of it against her slippery clit until they both climaxed, his cum shooting in white-beaded spurts onto her fine, almost non-existent pubic hair or flat tummy—but never, ever, ever getting any of it into her wet pussy (she prayed!).

“That doesn’t count!” she protested. “Paul’s never fucked me! Not inside, not all the way—”

“I don’t believe you!” I laughed. “He had to fuck you, all the way in—you couldn’t get his dick pressed against your pussy all those times and not try it out!”

“We didn’t!” she insisted. “I’m still a virgin! We just do it in my butt sometimes.”

That was true as well:

Amy learned she could have orgasms getting fucked in her anus, without even touching her clit. And her b*****r always used enough KY-jelly in her tight asshole to get his slender cock entirely up her narrow butt every time they did it.

“God, it feels so good,” she crooned. “Going all the way in like that. I lay face-down with my hips propped up over two pillows and Paul fucks the shit out of my asshole until I come. And when I come, he says my butthole sucks the cum right out of his dick!”

“He’s such an obnoxious little jerk, though!”

“Courtney, you’ve got to let him fuck you in the ass!” she insisted. “He fills my whole butt with cum!”

That part interested me, I admit—I’m kind of a little cum-freak anyway—but it still annoyed the hell out of me, hearing about it, just like anything my jerky boy-cousin was involved with. He just all-out irritated me.

“Whatever,” I finally shrugged.

In any case, Amy was too excited to continue to the Mall, so we headed back to her house to root through her underwear drawer and pick out her sexiest possible panties for the weekend.

“Now tell me everything,” she said, before we even got to her underwear drawer. With her door closed, she pulled me down beside her on the bed. “Everything!”

As I started to tell her the things I’d done with my father— and the things I knew he wanted to do to her—she slipped her hand into the top of my shorts and into my underpants.

Her slim fingers easily found my slick pussy, then my clitoris, which made me jerk slightly with that first rush of intense sensation. My breath caught in my throat as her hand began gently squeezing my entire pubic mound as well.

She knew exactly what to do, all right, so I spread my legs, leaned back on my elbows and let her fingerfuck me as I talked.

“This'll help you remember the details better,” she told me.

And, of course, she was absolutely right.


I’d just turned 16 two months earlier, the first time I jacked off my father at his cottage on Clear Lake. We’d been watching sex movies like Taboo, Taboo II and Gangbang Daughter, all of them about i****t.

After a first tiny spurt, a seeming gallon of cum erupted out of his jerking cock.

“My God!” I laughed. “It’s like a volcano!”

“Don’t stop yet, sweetie,” he panted. “I’m still coming!”

And, as his dutiful, perky little 10th grade daughter, I eagerly masturbated him with even quicker strokes, until further jets of hot semen arched out of the slit-like hole in the swollen head of his dick.

Tall and well-built, with blond hair and chiseled movie-star features that drove all my girlfriends (and my little cousin) wild, my dad’s breathing slowly returned to normal.

It was a Friday night and we were sprawled on the large loop rug in front of the television. I was lying beside him with my short robe open, naked underneath, up on one elbow, still holding onto his cock.

In his own opened robe, he'd let loose with the biggest load I’d ever seen, almost a fountain of hot cum spurting as I’d jerked my slender hand up and down, my fingers finally just slipping up and down in the excess.

“Daddy!!” I laughed excitedly, sounding like a much younger girl. “You… ejaculated so much!”

It was a word he’d just taught me. He gave me a quick look.

“My own daughter masturbated me!” he said. “What’d you expect!?”

“It went everywhere!” I added.

He groaned low in his throat, then nodded with a gasp – he was finally finished.

“I love you so much, Courtney,” he breathed. “But I can’t believe we did that! We could get arrested!”

My God, I was still holding onto his throbbing cock, his hot cum all over my young fingers, and my father was about to give me one of his lectures on ‘consequences.’

Here’s a fact I learned early on: There are two entirely different types of man – a man about to ejaculate and a man who has already ejaculated. My good-looking father was no exception. As soon as he came, he was my dad again.

“The age of consent here in Alabama is 16, remember?” I reminded him. “I’m legal, Daddy.”

He gave me a look.

“But i****t isn’t,” he said. “And, anyway, what we just did wasn’t right. It’s fun to fantasize about, like in the videos, but it’s still not right – ”

A little shiver ran through me at the thought of it.

“It might not be legal or even right,” I shrugged with a little smile. “But it sure was fun – your big hard dick was jerking all over the place!”

I laughed again at the excess of the huge load I’d helped him release.

“None of the boys I know ever come this much!” I said. And then, “I’ll lick up the mess—I want to.”

He gave me a look of pure shock at my offer.


“I’m sort of a little cum-freak, Daddy,” I told him. “That’s what the boys all say because I always swallow. Or because I lick it up after.”

And a second later I was licking clean his semen-smeared cock, all around it, in fact, his balls and inner thighs, everything, even licking it off my fingers.

Sick, but like I mentioned before, true. And I knew the dirty-slutty-young-daughter thing had really gotten to him, so I played it up all the way.

With cum, I figured the more excited I got a guy, the more would shoot out. It was a measurement of how hot I was.

My dad, of course, had not disappointed me. Luckily, I was skinny enough to never think about calories.

Anyway, it was right about then that my father finally admitted he’d been fantasizing about sexual “fun” with me for a very long time, so it wasn’t exactly an accident that we’d ended up involved in that particular unnatural act at his cottage that night.

The question was: who, in fact, had been trying to seduce whom, and for how long?

“But let’s not tell anyone about this,” he wisely said. “Besides, your mother would kill me!”

No k**ding.

Even though my mom looked like an older version of me, blond and slender and pretty, we were nothing alike—she had no sense of humor, particularly when it came to S-E-X, a completely off-limits subject at our house.

And if she had any idea about Amy and I messing around, or that I’d been de-virginized and had sex with many, many boys, both sucking and fucking, she’d have gone instantly berserk.

So, even a hint about my dad and I half-naked on the rug at Clear Lake, his spurting cock first in my hand and then in my hot little mouth, would stop her heart.

And me licking up his cum would be the frosting on the cake, so to speak, if cum-frosting was your thing. Which, apparently, perverted or not, mine was.

“You’re right,” I said. “Mom would kill you. And me too.”


On the drive up to Clear Lake earlier that afternoon, I had finally learned the reason my dad left my straight-laced mom: he was interested in nudist clubs and swinger’s parties and she was not into that, no way in hell, hit the road, Jack.

And, he admitted, he was still active in that so-called lifestyle.

“You go to big naked parties?” I asked, dying to know. “And watch people have sex?!”

Good God! This was our first drive up to the cottage, ever, that might prove interesting. We usually just discussed my school work!

“Not just watch,” he admitted. “Everybody’s naked, but having sex, too.”


I had to think that one over, picturing my handsome dad at a party full of naked, sweaty men and women, joining in with a big hard-on. The thought gave me a little shiver of excitement.

My own father, a swinger! I couldn’t believe it—actually, I’d always thought my dad was totally boring, like my mom!

“God, Daddy, that sounds like fun!” I laughed. “Can I go? Just to watch?”

I was certain I knew the answer to that one, but he surprised me again:

“Newcomers do just watch,” he told me. “Until they feel comfortable enough. But they usually masturbate, too, to be part of the whole sex scene. It all gets pretty crazy!”

I swallowed hard at the thought. Then said:

“I can do that—I masturbate every night!” I sure never expected to admit that before, especially not to my own father. “I want to go!”

So that got the old sex ball—meaning explicit conversations between my dad and I— rolling on the rest of the ride up.

“But, sweetie, do you really think you could masturbate,” he asked, “with people watching?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Do any father’s take their daughters?”

He sort of nodded to himself, suddenly uncertain, I realized, about how much to actually tell me. Then he asked, “Do you know Noelle Henderson? Doesn’t she go to your school?”

My God.

“Noelle’s one of the cheerleaders at St. Katherine’s!” I said. “One of the most popular girls there.”

She was gorgeous, in fact, a tanned, long-legged brunette with up-tilted boobs and a rounded ass to kill for. She seemed like the last girl I could imagine being involved in the swinger life.

In fact, I remembered with a shock, her dad was the head usher at our church!

“Daddy, what are you saying?!”

“Her parents are both swingers,” he told me. “Jim and Suzanne. And they’ve started bringing Noelle to some of the sex parties.”

It was like he’d punched me in the stomach!

“I don’t believe you,” I shook my head. “She’s like a regular goody-goody.”

But apparently, she wasn’t:

“Two weeks ago, at a motel out on the old highway,” he told me, “she had sex with over a dozen older boys and men, including her dad, while her mom made a video of it.”

“You’re k**ding!” I breathed, but somehow his story, however insane, had the ring of truth to it. “That’s unbelievable.”

Then I realized:

“She had sex with her own dad?! In front of everybody?”

“Two or three times, at least.”

“Unreal,” I said. And then, now wildly curious, “Did she like it? Doing it with her father, I mean?”

My dad gave me a quick glance, then looked back to the road.

“She sure acted like it,” he said. “She kept begging him not to stop, to do it harder. And faster! And she kept moaning and saying she was coming again!”

“God! It’s so sick!”

“She said that with everyone, though—that she was coming again! We lost count of her orgasms!”

Then I also realized:

“And you make videos?!” I asked.

“If everybody agrees to it,” he said. “After the first round, when Noelle’s mom finished using the camera, she and her daughter did a wild 69 that got everybody started all over again.”

It was almost too much. She and her mom licking each other’s cunts? Good Grief!

“Oh, God!” I’d had another realization. “Did you have sex with Noelle, too?”

He gave me a modest little shrug.

“She’s extremely enthusiastic, sexually,” was what he said. “We all had her.”

Picturing that almost took me right over the edge. My God!!! But I was even more shocked by my own reaction:

“Daddy, I really want to go to a party like that,” I told him. “With you.”

And, exactly the way Amy got so excited she would tremble uncontrollably, almost hyperventilating, unable to even catch her breath, I was suddenly panting and shaky all over.

My God, what had I been missing all this time, with girls like Noelle having all the dirty fun? With my dad, yet?!

“Daddy, I’m serious—I want to go to those parties!”

“Just to watch?” he asked then. “Or to have actual sex?”

It was my turn to give him a little shrug. “I’m not sure yet. But I definitely want to see some of those videos!”

He gave me a look.

“Courtney, you little sweetie, have you ever even seen a sex video?”

And then we were pulling into the cottage’s gravel driveway at Clear Lake. It was just getting dark. He shut off the car and looked over to me.


“Of course,” I said. “I look at sex clips on the computer, when mom’s not home.”

“And do you masturbate watching them?” he asked, giving me a knowing look. “Very often, I mean?”

I gave my dad a knowing look back, but added what I thought of as a seductive flip of my blond hair as I hopped out of the car.

“Every time, Daddy—I fingerfuck myself every time!”


The thought of my father with Noelle Henderson, a girl from my own class at St. Katherine’s, sent me into a weird fantasy world of sick and perverted images.

I found myself imagining all the obscene acts I wanted to perform at one of my father’s sex parties, with both Noelle and my father.

Thinking of his hands all over Noelle’s tanned body, squeezing her firm ass and her fantastic tits, eating her cunt or sticking his fingers into her asshole, fit perfectly into my own fantasies. I pictured her sitting on my face, me licking up into her sopping pussy while my father, and hers, of course, and maybe a dozen or more other men, fucked me again and again and again…

Well, you get the idea.

More than once, I’d wondered what a real gangbang would be like, instead of just doing it with two or three eager, nervous boys. And imagining my father taking turns on me, too, added a special touch that made my high-school-girl pussy almost ache with lewd excitement.

That’s why, later that night, while my father sorted through the dirty movies we’d watch, I kept telling him that I might be extremely oversexed, because it was all I ever thought about.

And, again, that I always masturbated when I watched sex clips.

“You’re normal,” he said. “Everybody does it.”

“But, Daddy,” I’d said. “I masturbate every night. Sometimes all night. I have like 10 orgasms! Maybe there’s something wrong with me. And, I told you, I’ve done a lot of sex with different boys just because it feels so good.”

“Again, normal.” He gave me a look. “You’re just… sexually adventurous.”

“I guess,” I agreed, knowing when to give it a rest.

As he set up the video player, I got out a bunch of snacks: potato chips, dip, cheese, crackers, pretzels, and beer for him, but just soft drinks for me.

In my bedroom, I got undressed and put on my lightweight robe, over just my lacy pale blue panties, the crotch so sheer they displayed virtually every detail of my neatly-trimmed 16-year-old cunt.

Or, at the least, encouraged a much closer look at it.

The robe was simple light cotton, mid-thigh for summer, and clingy in the right places. I tied the sash very loosely, not expecting or needing it to hold for very long.

I walked back out to the living room, grabbed a big bag of chips and dropped down onto the couch. I wasn’t all that surprised to see that in the moments I’d been gone, my father had also changed into his robe, to get “comfortable,” he said.

Sitting in a cross-legged position on the couch, with my robe open slightly so my small bare breasts were partially exposed, I made enough noise with the bag so it got my dad’s attention.

I wanted him to know that if he wanted a hot and horny young girl other than Noelle Henderson, he didn’t have far to look.

In fact, he did look up, kneeling in front of the television. His robe was closed, but it was obvious by the “tent” already forming at the front that his thoughts were similar to my own.

“I love you, Daddy,” I told him, then added, clearly the oversexed teen schoolgirl daughter, “This is going to be fun, watching dirty videos together!”

“I know,” he said with a smile.

“Are you going to jack off?”

He looked surprised at such a blunt question, but recovered quickly enough. “If I do, are you going to watch?”

“If you want me to,” I answered. “I think it’d be fun.”

“Are you going to masturbate?” he asked me.

“I always do,” I told him. And added, “If you’ll buy me a vibrator, I’ll fuck myself with it in front of you. That’d be fun, too.”

“Courtney—” he started, but then changed his mind.

Instead, his eyes lingered on my partially open robe, on my somewhat exposed breasts and clearly taut nipples, as well as the portions of my bare inner thighs where my robe ended.

But for some reason, instead of trying to get a better look at my young crotch, as I’d expected, my father looked right to my face and smiled. Which caused me to smile right back at him.

“What?” I asked, biting my lower lip.

“You look exactly like your mother,” he said.

That surprised, and disappointed, me.

“Daddy!” I said, with sudden heat. “I’m nothing like mom!”

“I disagree,” he laughed. “Both of you are gorgeous and really stubborn.”

Okay. That part was true enough, I guess.


We watched several sex movies that night.

Two great ones were Taboo and Taboo II, as I mentioned, both about oversexed daughters and sons having sex with their fathers and b*****rs and s****rs, and even their moms (which seemed icky, I thought, at least with my mom).

Both of those i****t movies got me very hot and exceptionally bothered.

I not only understood the attraction, the absolutely perverted, unnatural aspect of letting your own father secretly suck your cunt or fuck you as hard as possible, but those two videos turned me on in ways I never imagined.

My heart was beating so hard I was positive my dad could hear it, my pussy filled with so much near-gushing wetness I was embarrassed he might actually smell it. I know I could.

My dad was lying on the oval rug between me and the television, his hand clearly on his dick under his robe, but moving very slowly up and down, as if he was trying to pretend he wasn’t masturbating.

For all the excitement the Taboo movies gave me, though, the video Gangbang Daughter got me so much more turned on I just about burst into flames from where I still sat cross-legged on the couch.

It was a fairly new video it seemed, a so-called amateur tape.

The daughter, a petite, very young redheaded girl with a trim waist and a round perfect ass, also had really sweet, firm-looking tits, her dark nipples huge, exactly the kind I’d love to kiss and suck.

She also seemed extremely nervous as they began, awkwardly making small talk and joking around with the mostly-naked group.

She started on her knees sucking her father’s stiff cock while everyone watched, which was fun. Then the two of them started fucking, her supposed “dad” pounding his cock into her shaved but stubbled redheaded-girl pussy until she was panting and moaning loudly.

In fact, the bed just about collapsed under them both. That part was fun to watch because it was so truly believable they were actually father and daughter, instead of actors.

“This one’s real,” my dad concluded. “That’s his real daughter!”

“I believe it!” I said. “I’m getting all shaky here.”

“No, I mean, it really is his daughter.”

Surprisingly, neither of us had started openly masturbating yet, I guess because—like the girl in the video—we were both so nervous. Or maybe it was just easier said than done, at least that first time together, for a father and daughter in such a sexually-charged situation.

The better part of Gangbang Daughter came, though, when the father turned his daughter over to the group, who then fucked her half to death in a variety of positions.

By the time her father took another turn at her, this time doggy-style, she was so full of semen it splooshed out her cunt and ran down her bare inner thighs when he entered her.

At the same time, she was busy sucking a younger guy’s cock. When he shot off, she eagerly swallowed most of it, her chin coated with the excess, then took the next guy’s cock into her mouth without hesitation. And then the next guy.

Throughout, her father fucked her from behind with long, hard strokes that made her groan with gasping pleasure, neither of them missing a beat when he pulled out of her cunt and slid his glistening cock fully into her hot little asshole.

You could tell by her expression it wasn’t her first time getting corn-holed!

As soon as her dad came in her asshole and backed away, he was replaced by another man about his own age who gripped her sweaty hips, gave a short wave and a smile to the cameraman, then entered her ass with just as much ease.

By then, she was enthusiastically sucking on another cock, blissfully giving and getting all the pleasure she could get.

I envied her in every possible way!

During the entire video, there were a lot of great close-ups at different angles and the sound was great, especially with her having one panting, shuddering orgasm after another.

“God, I love it!” I breathed, unable to take my eyes off the screen. “They’re fucking her so much!”

My dad looked back over his shoulder to me from the rug. “Would you ever let that many guys fuck you?” he asked. “Being gangbanged?”

Which gives you an idea of how far we’d progressed, at least explicit talk-wise, watching those dirty movies together. The sexual language alone was a turn-on for us, the indecent nature of it, I mean.

Normal fathers just didn’t talk to normal daughters like that, I bet. Of course, they didn’t usually watch hardcore pornography together, either, especially with the focus on father and daughter sex.

At his question, I sort of shrugged, biting my lower lip.

“I’d probably pass out,” I said, almost shyly, knowing the little quaver in my voice betrayed my interest in exactly such a thing. “But I’d love to, Daddy! If I had the chance, I’d fuck all night!”

He looked at me more seriously then.

“So what’s the most you ever got fucked?” he asked me. “How many times?”

I had to think back on that one. “I spent an afternoon with three boys who took turns on me, like, a couple of turns each.”

“Did you like it?”

“Daddy, I loved it!” I said. And with a dirty look, “It was the best!”

“I believe you,” he said. Then, maybe half-k**ding, “Should I get a bunch of guys and a motel room for you?”

I shrugged again with a quick, uncertain laugh, then looked around. It was such a great cottage, such a great room.

“What’s wrong with right here?” I asked. “On this rug?”

“You’d let a group of guys fuck you on this rug?” he asked. “Really?”

I took a moment to think it over.

“Maybe,” I said. “I think yes, if no one ever found out. You’d have to promise never to tell.”

“Interesting,” he said. “No wonder I love you.”

“I know,” I laughed. “I really am a big slut!”

By then, the petite red-haired teen in the video was on her back again. She looked up to the camera with an exhausted smile as her most recent drained-lover slid from between her sweaty bare thighs, only—surprise, surprise—to be replaced by my father, taking a turn.

With my dad’s rigid cock in close-up, he slid it into her swollen cunt, her gaping pink hole again overflowing with a gangbang’s worth of cum: an opaque river of it ran down between the cheeks of her ass and added to the already giant wet spot on the bed.

“Oh, my God!” I could barely gasp. “Daddy!!!”

“I was operating the camera,” he admitted. “I love doing the close-ups!”

The little redhead wrapped her arms eagerly around my father’s neck, then began again groaning with genuine pleasure as soon as he started fucking her.

I had to give out with a sharp laugh.

“God, you’re fucking her!” I said. “That’s really you!”

“It was her sixteenth birthday,” my dad pointed out. “A special occasion.”

I kept my eyes on the screen, but swallowed loudly. “It’s making me crazy!” I said. “Like super-wet!”

“She came so many times!” my dad told me. “Right after this, we did the double-penetration stuff, in her cunt and in her little ass…”

When Gangbang Daughter finally ended twenty minutes later, I was still on the couch, sitting on one foot, my heel pressed into my sopping wet cunt, rocking slightly back and forth.

I’d worked myself into a near-frenzy.

By then, I’d managed to get my panties down and off without my father noticing. We both knew exactly what we wanted, and how badly we each wanted it, yet neither of us seemed able to make that first obvious move.

It was definitely weird.

“So you liked the video?” he asked me. “Did it get you excited?”

“My panties got soaked,” I told him, “The crotch did, so I took them off.”

And I held up my damp blue panties for him. Again, I could smell ME all over them!

“Let me see,” he said, a bit casually, I thought.

So I finally slid off the couch and moved down beside him on the rug. With a shy smile, kneeling next to him, I handed him my damp panties, my robe falling open as I did.

He merely stared at my nakedness.

“What a sweet young body!” he then breathed, just looking, not touching. “You’re like a naked blond angel!”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my dad,” I said. “My boobs are way too small.”

“They’re flawless,” he disagreed. “And look at your sweet little nipples!”

He was right about that, I guess: my boobs were so firm they stood up easily on their own, my pink nipples poking out proudly. It was the hot odor of my dripping wet cunt, though, that was impossible to ignore, my smooth inner thighs already slick with my pulsing juices.

With just a fingertip, my father reached out and lightly touched my blond-haired pussy, its swollen wetness evident. When I merely shivered, swallowing hard with a little smile, he slid a finger completely into my overly-moist little slit.

“That feels really good, Daddy,” I told him. “Let me make you feel good, too.”

I opened his robe in front so that his thick cock instantly stood up, rigid and throbbing.

I stared at it for several long moments, then tentatively touched just the round, swollen head of it, giving out with a sharp little laugh when it jerked at my touch. I touched it again, getting the same little twitch.

“It’s alive!” I laughed, unable to take my eyes off it. “Daddy, you’ve got a real big one!”

“So I’ve heard,” he said. “But maybe we shouldn’t—“

He stopped in mid-sentence when I took his cock fully in my hand; it suddenly jerked again, very much alive indeed, and was suddenly throbbing wildly under my slender fingers.

He exhaled slowly when I started jacking him off, both of us clearly giving in to our immoral and unnatural urges. At the same time, two of his fingers began exploring my 16-year-old pussy.

“I loved those i****t movies,” I admitted. “They gave me a bunch of dirty ideas!”

“So I see,” he said. “Do it slower, sweetie, because I want it to last.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, his obedient little angel.

But, of course, it didn’t last because he was just too excited to hold back, resulting in the huge cum mess I soon was eagerly cleaning up with my tongue. Quick but still fantastic, super-dirty, perverted fun.

I’d just jacked off my own father!!!

“You have such a great mouth,” he managed, after I’d licked up every drop, while we rested up.

“Did you really fuck Noelle Henderson at that sex party?” I asked coyly.

“Yes,” my dad said. “I told you, we all did.”

“Do you think she was better than me, Daddy?” I asked, giving his drained cock a little squeeze and feeling a subtle twitch of renewed life. “A better fuck, I mean?”

“How would I know?” he asked. He looked right into my eyes. “I’ve never fucked you, Courtney.”

I gave him back a dirty little smirk full of indecent promise.

“And why not?”


As soon as Amy and I got to Clear Lake that weekend with my father, we ran giggling into the bedroom we were to share and changed into the school uniforms from St. Katherine’s we’d secretly brought along.

“This’ll get him crazy,” I promised. “I know it.”

Amy, sitting naked on the edge of the bed pulling on her uniform knee socks, worriedly said, “Your dad never said anything dirty or sexy on the drive up. God, what if doesn’t want to have sex with me, after all?”

I gave her a look.

“He’s just never talked to you about sex before,” I told her. “Believe me, you’ll be getting all the dirty fun you can handle!”

“I hope so,” she laughed then. “My pussy needs attention.”

And she spread her narrow knees and with her fingers parted the lips of her young pussy for me, her fine blond pubic hair so pale it was almost invisible, the pinkness within her cunt literally glistening with wetness.

“See? I’m already all excited.”

Several long moments later, we pranced proudly out into the living room, much surprising my unsuspecting father.

We both wore the uniforms we’d hated the entire last semester: white blouse, pleated dark checkered skirt, burgundy knee socks and simple black patent leather shoes with the little strap going across the top.

Knowing my father was keen on the hot young schoolgirl look, as are most older men (you perverted bastards—just k**ding!), we’d shortened our skirts so the slightest jumping about would show our panties. Or lack of them.

In addition, each of us put a Band-Aid on one knee. It was a nice touch, I felt.

“Holy shit!” my dad laughed, turning from the refrigerator where he was putting away the groceries. “You two—”

We modeled for him then, parading back and forth, a private show of two skinny blond teens looking even younger than our years, bare knees and slender bare legs flashing, pert little asses and breasts that, although smallish, were rubbery firm and clearly unrestrained by any undergarments.

“Where are your bras?” he asked. “I can see your nipples.”

Amy laughed at that, actually cupping her breasts for him through her white blouse.

“Our bras are on the bed in there,” she said. “With our panties.”

And with a quick look to me, Amy and I both turned around, bent over, thrust out our butts at my father and flipped up our short pleated skirts, giving him a really good look at our bare perfect asses.

“Girls!” he laughed. “We haven’t even had dinner yet!”

“Daddy!” I said, turning and walking right up to him. “I told you last weekend, Amy’s dying for you to fuck her!”


The first time my father's cock was buried in Amy’s juicy young cunt, after several lengthy, but exciting and well-lubricated attempts on her part to sit on it, she was breathing so hard with the effort I thought she’d pass out.

She was straddling his hips on the rug, leaning forward with her small hands on his bare chest, her bony knees on each side of him. She took a moment to let her breath return to normal, then she turned to me.

“Okay,” she admitted, “I’m not a virgin! Paul’s been fucking me back and front, because we can’t stop once we get started. His dick just gets me so excited!”

“I knew it!” I laughed. “I knew you were lying, you little whore!”

“I still make him come in my butt, though,” she added. Then, clearly noting my dad’s sudden interest, “Uncle Jack, your dick’s way too big to fit up my little asshole!”

“We’ll see,” he smiled.

He was naked on his back with his hands loosely holding Amy’s slim hips, his head resting on a throw pillow. “Anyway, you’re pussy is so hot and slippery and tight, it's enough for now!”

Her hot little asshole might come up for discussion later, was what he clearly meant.

“I can feel your big dick throbbing away in me,” Amy said. “Every inch of it!”

And, ready or not, she began slowly rotating her narrow hips up and down and back and forth, a moment later adding a sort of delicious corkscrewing motion, her slippery pussy sucking at his cock so wetly I could actually hear the suction.

From where I sat beside them, my fingers busy in my own cunt, I could see her slender bare inner thighs trembling with her effort.

“Oh God,” my father murmured. “What a great fuck you are!”

“I’m shaking all over!” she said, her blond hair damp with sweat.

Finding the rhythm of it, she started pumping her hips faster, her small hands clutching at his chest with each of her pelvic thrusts, slowly driving my dad into a further state of fast-breathing ecstasy.

“God!” Amy groaned. “My pussy’s loving this!”

“My cock’s not exactly bored!” my dad gasped. “You have the sweetest little cunt!”

“Daddy!” I laughed. “Don’t forget my cunt! You said it was the sweetest!”

“They’re both the sweetest!” he proclaimed.

Of course, he was absolutely right.

Amy was soon panting raggedly, her perspiring young body naked except for her burgundy knee socks and patent leather shoes, exactly what I was wearing because my dad asked us to keep them on.

He’d earlier had both she and I take turns standing over him in our school uniforms.

With no panties and our feet apart, we let him look up our pleated skirts, right up our skinny bare legs, past our smooth bare thighs and straight into our wet pussies and tight little assholes. He also had us each squat down so he could see better. I finally just squatted all the way down on his face so my pussy and butt-crack spread open for him, the way I knew he liked it.

He raised his face to my butt-crack and then surprised me.

“Daddy! You kissed my asshole!”

“Because I love you,” he said simply. “And it’s so cute!”

Now, though, as Amy fucked my dad, I slid my free hand down the front of her smooth tummy, touching the very top of her blond pussy with my fingertips.

She swallowed hard, nodding eagerly that she wanted to have me involved, so I easily found her distended and slickened clitoris with my fingers and started massaging it gently.

“God, Courtney!” the girl gasped. “Keep doing that!”

Not that she needed it, the extra attention, I mean. Because a moment later:

“Holy fuck, I’m coming already!!!” she moaned hoarsely.

Her first orgasm of the night hit her like a solid wall of bricks, and arrived so quickly it surprised all three of us, Amy groaning even more sharply with the waves of pleasure overwhelming her.

And as she started feverishly grinding her cunt down into my dad’s pubic bone, it f***ed my fingers out of the way.

“Uhhhh! Uhh! Uhhhhh!” she moaned, jerking and straining like an electric current was coursing through her young twat. “God, Uncle Jack, I’m coming so hard!”

She arched her skinny back, her knees spreading wider on the rug, and my dad, reacting, began fucking her wildly from beneath, meeting each of her shaky downward thrusts as he pumped his big cock into her.

“Uncle Jack! Uncle Jack!” she moaned his name. “It feels so fucking good!!!”

He cupped her sweaty bare ass with both hands, pulling her along but also spreading the rubbery cheeks of her butt wide open. So I slid a finger into her puckered asshole and began fingerfucking the moist heat I found in her tightly gripping anus.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she kept saying. “Harder! Harder!!”

I kept at my own throbbing clit as well, the thickened lips of my pussy so swollen and sensitive I could feel my juices gushing from them, coating my trembling inner thighs with little rivulets of oily moisture. My God, Amy was being fucked senseless, coming again and again, but it was me causing the big wet spot on the rug.

“I can’t believe how good it feels!” Amy was panting. “Uncle Jack, I’m still coming! Keep fucking me!! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!”

Which he did, from underneath, his upward thrusts into her spasming young cunt jerking her up into the air with its own momentum.

If her breathing was shaky, her legs were even shakier, the tendons in her slender thighs standing out in sharp relief as she strained and pumped for all the pleasure she could get out of my father’s pistoning cock.

“Uhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Fuck!! Uhhhhhhhhh! Oh GOD!!!”

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Amy pitched forward onto my dad.

She lay quivering from head to toe, panting hoarsely, the signal for me to slide my finger out of her hot asshole and gave her smooth little butt a quick, affectionate squeeze.

“I can’t believe how great that was,” she moaned. “Courtney, thank you, thank you, thank you—for letting your dad fuck me!”

My father lay panting equally hard, clearly spent, his own orgasm apparent, his hands still loosely hanging onto the sweaty cheeks of Amy’s bare ass.

“My turn, Daddy,” I laughed then. “I need to get fucked just that good, too!”

* *

It was already after midnight that same night, but none of us were the least bit sl**py.

I had not yet gotten that good fucking my father promised me earlier, after he and Amy had banged each other nearly senseless, so I was eagerly waiting for just that event.

Instead, Amy and I were posing for Polaroid pictures for my father, still in our knee socks but having kicked our shoes aside, our faces mostly out of the shots.

Our skinny young bodies, meaning our cunts and tits and our stiff pink nipples and bare asses, were the real focus, mainly in close-up shots, both of us eager to be the “gangbang girls” at his next sex party.

These were the explicit photos my dad would use to put together a group of 12 or so horny men and older teen boys from their sex club for the very next weekend.

My dad was naked, moving around as he took the pictures, with a huge boner that I expected to be put to good use any moment. It was so stiff, it was almost vibrating with a life of its own. I could see the drop of clear liquid at it's tip. I wanted to just lick it off, but held back.

“Perfect, sweetie” my father said, as he took another photo of my pussy. “Now spread your legs wider.”

I got so excited holding myself open for him with my fingers (I knew my glistening pink cunt was the most important thing in the world to him!), that I was already dripping.

He told me often enough it was the most important thing in the world to him and I believed him. He was, after all, my own father. Why would he lie about his own daughter’s cunt?

Answer: he wouldn’t.

“I can’t wait,” Amy said, meaning the party. “My God, it’s all I can think about!”

“I know!” I laughed. “You’ll love it!”

I knew, of course, because I’d already been the main “attraction” at three of my dad’s gangbang parties, going to the first one not long after we’d first started having sex together two months earlier.

And, yes, I’d been fucked nearly to death at each one, reaching so many orgasms that we all lost count very early on, and I loved every single sick moment of it.

More about those gangbang parties later.

Anyway, Amy and I were both so excited at being the naked center of attention next weekend for all those stiff, standing cocks, for that wide variety of hands and mouths on our young cunts, that neither one of us could stop trembling with anticipation.

Amy, of course, because she hadn’t done it yet—and me, because I already had.

The honest truth is: once a girl with a strong sex-drive does an all-out fuck & suck party, gangbanging the entire gang and coming her brains out until she can barely walk, she will always be thinking of her next one. Especially if her own father is one of the stiff-dicked participants. Ladies, you can believe me on that one.

“Like, how long will they fuck us?” Amy kept asking. “And what if our pussies get sore?”

“Then they stop,” my father informed her. “You’re in charge, believe it or not. When you’ve both had enough fucking, it’s over.”

“But—I’ve never had enough fucking,” I pointed out to her with a laugh. “You’ll see. God, I can’t wait!”

“Will they want to fuck us in the ass?” she asked. “Will they want to watch Courtney and I eat each other out? It’d be fun putting on a show like that—”

And on and on it went like that.

In front of the television was another stack of sex movies, some old, some new, that we intended to watch later that night, though so far we hadn’t needed them to entertain ourselves.

My father aimed the camera at Amy.

“Hold your asshole open,” he asked her and, of course, she did.

She bent way over, sticking her bare butt out at him and using her fingers to spread herself open. “Like this?”

“Exactly. Now stick your finger in your butt.”

She giggled, licked her fingertip and inserted it into her twitching asshole.

“Great!” he told her.

He took the picture, then turned back to me.

“Get one of my clit,” I advised. “I need a picture to show the boys at school what to look for.”

I was sitting on the couch in only my knee socks, my feet on the edge of the cushion and my legs sprawled apart so that my blond pussy was wetly parted. It was presenting itself directly to his face.

I spread open the slick lips around my engorged clitoris with my fingers, the tiny little bead so excited into genuine prominence it was sticking out just beyond its little fleshy hood.

My dad laughed, got in close, took the picture, then put down the camera and finally turned his attention, sexually, to me— he put his hands gently on my bare inner thighs and spread them slightly wider apart.

God, it was about time!

As I said, my clit was engorged and sensitive, sticking out as it did, and, while Amy breathlessly watched, my father started licking all around that pulsing little center-point of my pleasure.

“Finally, Daddy!” I sighed. “Eat me out!”

The weekend before, my dad had eaten my pussy, of course, before fucking me in every imaginable position, but had kept his tongue concentrated on the area around my clit, getting very close to it, even continually approaching it, and just as often spreading open the slick lips surrounding it with his fingers, but never actually touching my clit.

It drove me wild!

And, I have to admit, when he actually started fucking me right after, I was so insane with wanting it, the raw sex, I mean, I came like a crazy girl, squirming and panting and grinding my cunt into him frantically through a series of multiple orgasms that almost broke me in two.

It had been great fucking, after all.

And now, while Amy knelt beside him watching intently, he was doing the same thing.

He slid his hands down under the bare cheeks of my butt so I was sitting on them, then began squeezing my butt gently and pulling me toward him while he licked me, but his tongue again avoided actually touching my clit.

Which I wanted desperately to happen.

Pretty soon, wide-eyed Amy started masturbating as she knelt watching us, her slim fingers moving expertly in her own sweet cunt, her blond pubic hair matted down with oily wetness.

“Daddy, you know what I want!” I was squirming around, panting hoarsely and almost crying out I was so frustrated. “Please lick my clit! Suck it!”

“Be patient,” he said.

“Then just let me touch it!!”

But he wouldn’t let me touch it with my own fingers, either.

“Relax,” he advised, and popped a wet finger up my asshole to further, I believe, torment me. “You’ll get to come soon enough.”

“Let Amy lick it, at least!” I was pleading. “She knows what I like.”

And we both looked to sweet little Amy, who merely smiled back at us, but mostly smiled back at him, willing to do whatever my father asked.

“Sweetie, Amy’s busy fingerfucking herself,” he told me.

“You’re making me insane,” I gasped, my hips jerking slightly back and forth as I began pushing my wet cunt into his face. “Daddy, make me come!”

It was many minutes of frantic pleading later, my clitoris not getting a single lick, when he finally pulled me down onto the rug with him and Amy.

He gave each of my distended nipples a tender kiss, then asked Amy to do the same to me so he could watch.

“But,” he said to us both, “don’t either of you touch Courtney’s clit yet.”


Moving up to me, Any began kissing and sucking my erect nipples, running her tongue around each one as well, even taking the sensitive tips gently between her teeth. I slid my hand down her smooth front and entered her slippery cunt with my fingers.

She was such a damn exciting little cousin!

“You do that so good!” I let Amy know. “Sucking my nipples when they’re all sensitive!”

“I never saw your cunt so juicy!” Amy told me, trembling as my fingers explored her inner pink slickness. “Your dad got it so wet!”

“Perfect for you to lick it,” my dad told her. “And now I want you to lick each other.”

So my father had Amy lie on the rug and spread her slim legs. He put a throw pillow under her narrow butt to raise her hips, making her cunt more accessible for me, and another under her head so her mouth could reach my cunt. Then he positioned me over her just so, in a 69, with me on my hands and knees over her, my bare ass sticking out for my dad to do with as he pleased.

“Courtney, I’m going to fuck you while you eat each other,” he told me. “Let’s try to all come at the same time.”

That did sound like fun, I had to admit.

“Okay, Daddy, but fuck me really hard,” I told him. “I want to come fast! And do does Amy!”

“She’s right, Uncle Jack!” Amy agreed. “I really do!”

My father knelt behind me, put one hand on my bare ass and used the other to position the swollen head of his cock between my extremely slick pussy lips, pushing it in only an inch or so.

For whatever reason, he didn’t immediately push his cock the rest of the way into me.

“I can see it going in!” Amy said excitedly, staring up at the slippery juncture from below. And then, “Oh, God, Kim, keep doing that with your tongue!”

I had already pressed my face into Amy’s crotch and was licking her cunt, my hands under her rubbery little butt and pulling her crotch even tighter to my face, while she— like my dad earlier—started licking all around my clit but not directly on it.

Even so, though, I was shaking head to toe with the sensations my skinny cousin’s experienced mouth was sending coursing through my entire crotch.

At the same time, my father finally, slowly, pushed his cock into my very tight pussy, an inch at a time, until the entire length was buried in me.

“Ohhhhh God!” I moaned as it went in. “Daddy, that feels so good in my cunt!”

Once inside me, though, instead of holding my hips tightly and fucking me doggy-style until I came, like he usually did, he started by rocking against my swollen pubic mound from behind, pressing into it gently with the base of his cock.

Which got me even wetter and more excited!

I loved the feel of his rigid cock, deliciously warm and twitching in my pussy, but I wanted to 'do it!'

“Start fucking me, Daddy!” I groaned. “Make me come!”

Then, pulling slowly back until the head of his cock seemed ready to pop out (a sensation that drove me crazy!), he suddenly thrust into my cunt with a smooth, fluid motion—I could feel every bit of his stiffened length sliding wetly into me, the fleshy head and every vein and ripple, it seemed!

The sudden slippery friction of it made my legs even shakier!

“Daddy, my God!!” I panted directly into Amy’s pussy, clutching at Amy’s bare ass. “I want you to fuck me!”

Adding to that particular pleasure, of course, was Amy’s eager tongue, licking up at me as she simultaneously began jerking her hips up off the pillow, working her own cunt against my mouth.

My father stopped for a long moment, wetly encased within me all the way, his hot balls pressed against my dripping slit, and used just the tiny muscles at the base of his cock to make it twitch within me, which drove me even wilder!

Then he slowly pulled out and did exactly the same thing as before, thrusting back into me so fluidly I cried out again, but making me crazy because I never knew when he was going to actually start fucking me for real.

“Daddy, you're making my cunt feel so good!” I gasped, trembling uncontrollably. “But I want to fuck!”

I was so excited, I could feel my slick moisture brimming over, finding its way down into Amy’s eager mouth, I knew, little trails of it running down my young cousin’s chin and cheeks as she licked up into me.

And then, my father slipped two fingers entirely up my asshole, which made me gasp out sharply again, especially when he began fingerfucking my ass.

“I love it!” I admitted. “But, Daddy, please fuck me!

“Are you close to coming yet, Courtney?”

“Real close, Daddy. Just fuck me!”

“I want you really close!”

“I'll come a bunch if you start fucking me! I promise, Daddy!”

“Amy?” he asked. "How about you?"

“I’ll come like a rocket if you two do,” she promised.

And by the time my dad finally started fucking me, really fucking me, with long, fast thrusts that made me want his rigid cock pounding into me even faster, we were all three so fully aroused we were all panting and gasping and groaning for release.

“I’m going to come, Daddy!” I said then, breathing hotly into Amy’s cunt. He was screwing me so good I could barely see straight. “Fuck me faster!!!”

“My God!” Amy said. “I’m so close!”

“Ohhhhh, I love it!” I moaned. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck, keep doing it!”

I always made that uh! uh! uh! panting noise, as if every thrust of my dad’s thick cock knocked the wind out of me, but it didn't— it just felt so good in my pussy it made a raspy breathing sound come out of me!

“Christ, Courtney, you're getting even tighter and more slippery!” he said.

And then he really, really started fucking me!

“Daddy, I'm coming so hard!” I groaned raggedly. “I told you I would!”

And I came so hard it made me grunt real loud, as if I'd been kicked in the side!

Like: “Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!”

My second climax, following almost immediately, exploded with the purest wet heat imaginable, indescribable waves of pleasure radiating outward from my cunt, across my skinny open thighs, all the way up to my taut little nipples and down to my widely-spread toes.

I stretched out with everything I had! My God, I was so alive!

“Ohhhh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!” I moaned hoarsely. “Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, keep fucking me! Ohhhh, fuck, Daddy, I'm coming again!”

It made me gasp breathlessly, my third orgasm, coming so soon after the first two.

I shuddered and groaned with the most delicious pleasure possible, all the more intense because I knew exactly how wrong it was to let my own father fuck me. For God's sake, even though I was only a dumb teen, even I knew better! I was going to Hell and I didn’t even care.

Still wracked from head to toe with pleasure so intense I thought I'd explode, I dug my fingers even tighter into the cheeks of Amy’s butt, licking into her pussy wildly, at the same time pressing myself back into my dad's pelvic bone, grinding my crotch back into him to get all the sensation I could out of our wet connection.

My groaning and squirming was too much for him to withstand.

He ejaculated only a split-moment later, pushing his jerking cock as deeply as possible into me as his semen finally escaped in thick white arcs, spurting hotly up my clenching twat.

“I came three times!!” I managed weakly, my breath catching in my throat.

Yet we kept fucking for several more seconds, getting every last ounce of sweaty pleasure out of it that we could. Finally, we sagged together in a tangled heap, my dad and I falling to the side so we wouldn’t smother skinny little Amy.

“You've killed me,” my father moaned, his wet cock sliding out of me. He half-raised himself from where he lay on top of me so I could breathe. “Courtney, you're the best fuck I ever had.”

“Daddy, you always say that,” I told him. “Now start getting your dick hard again! We're both still horny.”

“Right,” Amy agreed, an indecent gleam in her bright blue eyes. “It’s my turn again!”

My father could only groan weakly.

“I want to be the best fuck you ever had, too!” she added.

“Do you want to put your cock in Amy’s asshole next?” I asked him, knowing the answer would eventually be yes. “Her b*****r fucks her in her ass all the time, plus she used a cucumber and some KY up her butt at home, practicing for you!”

“Courtney!” Amy laughed. “You said you wouldn’t tell!”

“Let him put just the tip in,” I suggested, one of the biggest lies ever, I’d heard. “I’ll bet your hot little asshole could handle that!”

She looked at me a long moment, clearly deciding, then looked to my father with a nervous little smile and said, “Well, maybe… ”


Sometime during the rampant sex the three of us shared without let-up (although my father took way more breaks than I’m admitting here), Amy started going through the stack of videos by the television. She held up one in particular.

“Look how old this one looks,” she announced. “And there’s no label.”

My dad took it from her small hand, studied it briefly, then said, “This might be one of the videos we made years ago, when I first got into the swinger thing.”

“We want to see!” we both echoed immediately.

He looked to us. “I’m probably really young and stupid in it,” he told us. “So I’m not sure—”

But we out-voted him soon enough.

And so Amy and I watched breathlessly as my dad, his cock dangling loosely and still shiny with our cunt juices, put the old VHS tape into the machine and picked up the remote.

He dropped back down onto the rug between us, got comfortable, then put a hand on each of our slender bare backs, gently, in a fatherly way, actually.

“I can’t remember how I look in this,” he said, almost an apology. “I probably have a mustache or something! And I’m not even sure this is the one of the sex ones.”

“I can’t believe this!” I laughed. “Getting to see my dad doing dirty sex stuff when he wasn’t much older than us.”

“Uncle Jack,” Amy smiled. “If it gets you too excited, you can fuck me on the rug here again!”

“Thank you, Amy,” my dad said. “No wonder you’re my favorite niece.”

“You can fuck me, too, Daddy,” I volunteered. And then one-upping her: “In my butt!”

“Of course.”

He pressed Play on the remote and the video started, a shaky beginning as if my father was carrying the video camera, without realizing it was on, shots of a sidewalk at night , peoples’ legs in jeans and tennis shoes, walking, someone laughing.

“Nice camerawork, Dad,” I said.

“I was 18 or so,” he said. “It’ll get better.”

At the same time, while still watching the screen, Amy and I each reached over for my dad’s cock, laughing when our hands touched.

“You first!” I told her.

So my little blond cousin wrapped her slim fingers around my father’s cock, causing it to again stiffen just the slightest, and I wrapped my slim fingers around hers. We both slowly began to jack off my dad one more time.

“I love you two so much,” he said. “Go slow so I don’t come too fast.”

“I’ll put it in my mouth if your cum starts going everywhere,” I volunteered. “We don’t want a mess.”

On the screen, my dad had finally gotten the camera up and aimed correctly.

We could see a group of maybe 20 or so mostly young people, men and women evenly mixed, the ages running between young at 16, I’d guess, all the way up to several older couples probably in their late 30’s, and then two good-looking but matronly women at least 50 or so, who smiled and waved into the camera as he passed by them.

They were all milling about in a large, connecting motel room, drinking and laughing and talking easily, but all of them were completely dressed, no hint of nudity or even potential nudity.

My dad turned the camera around briefly to his own face, laughed and said, “Hi! This should be fun!”

“Oh, my God,” both Amy and I laughed, turning to my dad. “Look how young you were! And you did have a moustache!”

My dad, watching the screen, said, “Damn, maybe this isn’t the sex one. It looks like one of those wedding receptions we always ended up at.”

“What?!” Amy and I both echoed.

On screen, he turned the camera forward again, clearly walking from the first room through the connecting door into the other motel room, In there, more people stood around, normal looking people, about 20 of them again, drinking and talking and laughing, all of them also completely dressed.

And there was a long table set against one wall with a variety of hot and cold dishes.

“It’s just a regular party!” I said. “A pot-luck dinner.”

“I wanted to see people fucking!” Amy told us. “Damn it.”

“Look, there’s mom! Pregnant with me!”

And I pointed.

Sure enough, there was my mother, at a very young age, just 16, in fact, a blond beauty, clearly pregnant with me though just barely showing, her little bulge of a tummy protruding against her perfect yellow sundress. Her long silky blond hair was pulled back and tied with a blue silk ribbon.

She was talking to a small group by the buffet table, a can of pop in her hand, laughing at something, and she looked up with a big smile when my dad turned the camera on her.

She waved with a bright, “Hi, hon!”

“Daddy!” I complained. “This is a nice home movie, but we wanted to see sex!”

And then, on screen, everything got crazy.

It was the same two motel rooms, the same long buffet table against one wall, but now the people were in various stages of undress, many of them naked, hard cocks and bare tits and slippery wet cunts in all directions.

The top mattresses from the four king-sized beds from both rooms were on the floor.

And then the camera zeroed in on my mom, naked on her knees, her small pregnant belly clearly evident as she sucked two guy’s cocks at the same time, both of her slender hands working feverishly at jacking them off.

“Come in my mouth!” she said around their swollen cock-heads, her tongue working at them eagerly. “I want to taste your cum!”

“Good God!” I gasped. “I don’t believe this!”

Amy was speechless, watching with her mouth hanging open.

“Daddy!?” I turned to him in shock. “What…?”

“You’re missing it,” he said, “Watch!”

My mother kept working at both rigid cocks until she was rewarded with first one mouthful of hot cum, then another, the ropy white strands ending in her hair, on her perfect young face, cascading out of her mouth, running down her chin onto her jiggling bare boobs, even a long strand hanging from one erect nipple.

She then turned and started sucking two different cocks, and working at them just as enthusiastically, smiling and laughing and sucking wildly.

The camera switched then, my dad obviously the cameraman, and my pregnant mother was groaning and panting and begging, “Fuck me harder!”

She was being pin-cushioned by three naked, sweaty men, one underneath her with his cock pumping up into her sloppy-wet cunt, one on top of her with his cock buried in her asshole, the third man kneeling in front of her, his cock going in and out of her mouth!

“My mother!” I said quietly, as if I was the only one there. “And she’s pregnant with me!”

“Your mom loved fuck parties,” my dad told me. “She took on over 20 guys in this one!”

As each man ejaculated into my mom’s pussy or her ass or her mouth, he was replaced by another man, and at least three different naked women, who appeared now and then to eagerly lick the cum out of her cunt or her asshole.

The women also French kissed her often so she could taste the cum they were tasting, my 16-year-old mother literally drenched with semen not even 15 minutes into the tape.

In addition, her orgasms soon became virtually non-stop, as she groaned and bucked her way through one after another, her gangbang finally ending with her lying splayed open on her back, her cunt and smooth belly as cum-smeared as the rest of her.

She smiled into the camera tiredly, enough of a sex-enthusiast to still say to my dad, “Aren’t you going to fuck me again, honey? You only did me twice.”

And then the tape ended.

I sat in front of the fuzzy black screen without moving for a long moment and then my dad used the remote to turn off the VCR and television. He turned back to me.

“See, sweetie?” he said. “You mother wasn’t boring at all back then. But after you were born, she didn’t want to be a bad influence and that was that. She loved you so much, she gave it all up.”

“Oh God, that explains a lot—but no wonder I’m a big slut!”

“Sexually adventurous,” he corrected. “You and Amy both.”

“Right,” my skinny cousin agreed. “That got me all tingly again. I need another good fucking, right now!”

My father gave her a smile, then reached over and gently squeezed Amy’s bare ankle as she lay back on the rug, her warm bare thighs spreading instinctively for him as she got comfortable.

The glistening pink lips of her young cunt were swollen with excitement, openly inviting as my dad started to position himself between her legs.

But, not wanting to miss out, and even with the shock of seeing my super-straight, always-boring, then-pregnant mom getting gangbanged senseless all night when she was a teen, I said,:

“Daddy, Daddy, fuck me first, fuck me first!”

He looked to me with a wide smile.

“See, I told you,” he laughed. “You’re just like your mother!”

And I realized, amazingly enough, that I really was.

I also knew that, soon, I would be seriously trying to get my parents back together, at least so we could all attend the many wild parties my mom had missed over the years solely on my account.

If nothing else, I at least owed her a really good fucking with the strap-on dildo my dad earlier promised to buy Amy and I…

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