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.  “Sweetie?”
    
“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 like crazy 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 tight 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! And I’ve used, like, cucumbers and catsup bottles on myself!  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 “more 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 of chips 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. I want to see your cum shoot out!”
    
“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. Or you can use it on me. 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 up 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 brothers and sisters, and even their moms (which seemed icky, I thought, at least with my mom).  Both of those incest movies got me 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 apparently 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 of good-looking men and teen boys, 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, his cock jerking wetly in her asshole, he backed away. He was then 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 sweaty 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 between us was a real turn-on, 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-kidding, “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 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 slowly 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, anyway, 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 that first time, 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 incest 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!!!