The Daddy Daughter Swap Club

I love my daughter Abbey. She's a beautiful young lady fresh out of high school enrolling into uni now as a coed. She's vibrant, witty, intelligent. And a blonde stunner.

I Love Abbey's friends. They were all on the school's cheerleaders' squad, blonde hot chicks that blow your mind and stir your crotch. To my dick they're now of legal age and no longer those frolicking innocent girls playing in the pool whose bodies make your life miserable because the mere thought of touching them can make you freeze. No more jailbait that haunts my every thought with lust. Now their tight bodies occupy my mind with endless possibilities.

But that's all in the mind. Of course, I'm a very responsible dad who adores his daughter and respects her friends. But a man's mind has strange ways.

I've always loved the girls being around our house, sunbathing next to the pool and jumping in and out of the water, clad in those skimpy swimsuits showing off their tight butts and budding titties. Their sweet crotches have enlightened my life big time and given me numerous hard-ons. And ditto orgasms when I jerked off with fresh images printed in my brain.

I want to be a responsible daddy though. Not some lecherous jerk who is drooling over his daughter's feminine beauty. And at the same time, I love to feast mine eyes on the beauty of her friends. Imagine doing all kinds of dirty things with them.

Mind you, I'm not against incest. It's just that I don't feel like touching my own daughter in a sexual way. I'm an advocate of consensual sex. As long as two adults want to do it with each other, no matter who they are, they've got my blessing. But for me that does not involve my own daughter. As much as I would love to get naughty with all those other young tight babes aged 18 and over.

Let me tell you how my life changed drastically after years of playing dirty mind games with those young and innocent beauties.

MANDY'S 18th B-DAY PARTY

Just after graduation Mandy was the last of the bunch turning eighteen. Her parents John and Debby threw a big garden party for the kids and their parents around the pool including a barbecue. Mandy is one of Abbey's friends who never fails to leave me mesmerised. Already as a fourteen-year-old when her girly breasts began to pop out her appearance had a profound effect on me. Now just turned eighteen and being of legal age ogling her tight teenage body feels somehow less inappropriate. I've longed for this babe a long time and experienced many happy thoughts with her on my mind. Tonight was her graduation and birthday party.

It was a smashing party, with good food, lots of laughter, celebrating the coming of age of our daughters, and enjoying summer in general. But most of all feasting mentally on all those beautiful ladies, mothers and daughters alike. All wearing hot swimwear as if trying to outdo each other in sex appeal. Mandy looked awesome with her long blonde curls and upturned youthful titties. The spitting image of her foxy mom who was a beauty queen in her own days. Both wore red swimwear, Mandy a tight bikini, her mom Debby a high cut one-piece suit. Both bombshells clearly fancy tight-fitting swimwear at least one size too small, emphasising their round curves and awesome tits.

It was already around 10 o'clock when we were all rather tipsy. All ladies loved the white wine and we men loved our draft beers. The atmosphere became somewhat noisy. The girls jumped into the pool splashing around. The men gathered at a fresh beer keg. One of us made the comment that the girls looked pretty hot. John mentioned the key club we used to play.

Years back, before we started having children, some of us used to get together at a hotel once a month. After a nice dinner the keys to our rooms were put on a platter which was passed around. All ladies picked one and retreated for the night. After a last nightcap the men went to their rooms to find one of the girls in their bed, freshly showered and wearing some challenging lingerie. Off course the women had arranged no one was in their own room. Those were the days of carefree fun, unhindered by social norms or family life. A steamy night of wild sex was guaranteed.

The extramarital fun that had spiced our marriages dwindled once the first of us got children. We kept in touch, but within normal socially accepted boundaries. The raising of our children became our priority. Off course we men still admired each other's wives, but only in our fantasies.

I often think back on those naughty nights, and lately find the irresistible thought of playing with those female bodies shifting from the moms to the daughters. And now they're all eighteen the images of sex with the young hot chicks replace the hot memories I have of the sultry nights with their moms.

John suggested we should set up something like the key club, but now with the daughters. Off course this idea met two major problems. One was how to get consent of the girls and the moms, and the other was the possibility of finding your own daughter in your bed...

So we concluded it was not possible to play key club with our daughters. That was the moment Abbey came by for a draught beer.

"Dad, sorry I overheard you guys, but can I have you for a minute?"

"Sure honey." We left the group with two fresh beers and stepped into the house.

"Daddy, first, mommy has informed me about all the things you've done all those years back, before I entered your lives. Secondly, I have a pretty good idea what you daddies were talking about just now.

Thirdly, mom would encourage... "

"Stop, stop! Listen to yourself Honey. You're making points, but what is your point?"

"Okay, listen. I think you ought to know that most of us girls are dying to experiment with sex now we're adults. I know I do. Preferably with older and experienced men, we don't need all the hassle that comes with inexperienced and jealous boyfriends. At least not just yet. Besides, mommy would encourage the idea that the daughters would get a good introduction for life from the daddies rather than from clumsy well-meaning boys, or worse from selfish sugar-daddies. And would you believe that Mandy has a crush on you? She would die to get her hands on you daddy!

"And don't you worry about incest. Off course we won't play keys club. Yes, mom also told me thát. I'm sure we can figure out another way to experiment together without the possibility of wrong pairings.

"I know most of us girls are going to look for a sugar daddy, so why not make sure we're set up with each other's real daddies?"

"What is it that you have in mind, Abbey girl?"

"Well, for starters, you the daddies could invite us girls for a nice dinner at the Angel hotel. And make sure you book their private dining room on the top floor."

I discussed the proposal with the other dads, and we decided to ask our daughters out next Friday. Alfred, being the general manager at the Ambassador, organised their spacious boardroom, and for our convenience several suites so we wouldn't need to leave the premises. The mothers were scheduled for a lady's night at the next-door Angel Hotel.

THE SWAP DINNER

To emphasise our good intentions and provide the girls with a safe environment the evening started with a joint cocktail hour together with the mommies. When we sat down at the table, they bid us a good night and retreated to the Angel.

The dinner was really nice. With every course we changed positions, so the daughters got to know more daddies, and vice versa. Over dessert a conversation arose about what was on everybody's mind. What to do next? How could we as a group go from here? We daddies wanted to help our daughters in getting experienced and provide them with training material. And we ourselves wanted nothing more than to get our hands on those delicious hot bodies.

Lisa, Alfred's daughter, suggested we couldn't leave things to chance. "We won't play no key club. Why not leave the initiative with us daughters?"

Abbey immediately agreed. "Yes, let us girls decide with whom to interact, so to say."

Mandy added that the daughters should reach an agreement, on which the daddies had to follow up.

Thus was decided. We'd call our club the Daddy Daughter Swap Club. A daughter's father knows best and is the closest male friend a girl has. But experimenting to gain sexual experience and excellence incest is just not the way to do it. We all want to keep the daughter-daddy relationships sacred, but all want to role play in adventurous games.

We will gather for dinner on a Friday every month at the Ambassador. The daughters decide on the pairings during dinner, or in the days before, and swap the fathers at dessert.

We agreed on the following procedure. The chicks call the shots. If a girl fancies a daddy she makes the deal with his daughter. If they both agree they are mutual attracted to each other's daddy, they bring the dads together. The deal is sealed with the popping of a bottle of champagne. After the toast the daughters kiss their dad and wish them a good night. We the fathers have no say in the choice. We only deliver. We escort the ladies away into a romantic night and Gawd knows what.

Whatever will be done after dessert is up to us daddies. The agreement is that the daughters are swapped from dinner on Friday night until Saturday night 24 hours later. Then we all meet again at the Ambassador and switch back, so every dad has his own daughter again. That's also the time the daughters can compare notes and broaden their insight in human relationships.

It was no surprise to me that Amber asked me at dessert to join Mandy and John. We went to their end of the table; a waiter was already there with a bottle of champagne and four flutes. He popped the bottle and filled the glasses.

"Dad, I want to swap with Mandy as your daughter for the next 24 hours," Amber declared. "I'm sure Mandy will be a great daughter and I'll be the same for John."

"John, Amber and I want to swap daddies, she'll be your honey and I'll be Danny's sweetheart for a day."

What can you say. John and I were happy to be chosen by our hot daughters. Of course we would be their sugar daddies for one day. We took their hands and escorted our daughters to our suites.

THE FIRST ROUND

As I kissed my girl Abbey in the corridor, I wished her a good night adding "All's well, hon, I won't judge you. Remember your mom used to be a wild one too. Just enjoy yourself!"

I took Mandy into my suite, put our mouths together and gave her a deep kiss. She gasped. I noticed the great perfume she wore.

"Honey, you're such a sweet girl. I'm really happy you chose me to be with tonight. Let's first have another glass of champagne and we'll discuss the ground rules."

"Why rules, Danny, I'm sure I'm ready for you. I already had to wait all those stupid years..."

"Off course you are Mandy, but don't over rush. We have plenty of time."

We set down on the sofa and sipped our champagne. We had a good daddy daughter talk. Basically, I assured her I would do anything possible to make her feel good, to let her explore and learn, and be a good sugar daddy.

"Dear Mandy. I understand you have a crush on me. I guess you would love to explore my body. If you do so I will let you. And I will explore yours. So let's cuddle and enjoy ourselves and sleep in each other's arms.

"I'm not going to make love to you. At least not tonight. I'm not saying we won't fuck. There's nothing I would love to do more, and we most probably will. But that will be entirely up to you after the next 24 hours. And I want you to discuss that with Abbey. And maybe even with your mom Debby."

That said I took the sweet girl in my arms and danced her through the spacious room. We kicked off our shoes and ended on the big bed. I laid Mandy down on her back and undid the tiny buttons of her dress. The dress fell open framing her nubile body only clad in cotton underwear. Her budding breasts didn't need any support but looked awesome inside the frilly garment. I pulled the cups aside freeing her tits and smoothed that alabaster soft tissue. Mandy moaned. With her eyes wide open she gave me a beaming smile.

I played with her nipples. Massaging them between my thumbs and forefingers they grew in size and got really stiff and turned upwards. Mandy closed her eyes and made some purring noise.

I played her out of her frilly bra and admired the tits in their full glory. I leaned over her and took a nipple in my mouth, softly kneading her other tit. Mandy squirmed from my manipulations, her face thawed into a happy smile.

"Oh daddy, please don't stop. This feels so good!"

The 'daddy' bit didn't escape me.

"That's alright baby. I won't stop for a long time. Just relax and give in to the feeling."

Meanwhile I enjoyed looking at her white cotton knickers. They clearly hid a youthful bush, bulging the material out into a nice camber.

"Why do you wear hot designer bikinis but underneath your clothes these plain knickers?"

"Well, everybody can see my swimwear, but no one admires my undies."

"That's now going to change Mandy. I'll take you shopping tomorrow and spoil you with luxury lingerie and naughty undies. Even if not everybody will see it, it will boost your self-confidence and will make you feel more sexy. And your awesome body simply deserves it, honey."

Meanwhile I admired that cotton covered corner between Mandy's thighs. Her precious pussy was obscured because of her pubic bush. If only she had her vulva shaven, I could have lost myself in admiring her youthful slit through the gusset of her knickers. They would have made a formidable camel toe.

"I do like your cotton slip as well though. It looks so innocent. I see it hides a nice youthful bush of public hair. Do you mind if I feel inside?"

I let my right hand slid inside her knickers, pushing the elastic band a bit downward. My fingers felt a lush bush of hair. The curls felt soft to the touch. My index finger searched a way through the bush and was rewarded with a wet slit. As my finger slid through the folds Mandy produced an agreeing meowing sound. The little kitten liked my fingering.

"You're not used to shaving your pubes? On one side that's nice, I like that. It makes your personal private fragrance linger longer between your legs. But it's also less fine. That's because a clean shaved pussy looks so young and inviting. And it makes making love to your pussy easier.

"For tasting, licking and eating pussy, a short-cropped bush is best; there is less hair in the way and men can see better what they are doing. I hear from Abbey's mom that a bald beaver is better for the woman because it's more sensitive when eaten. But my recommendation for you is that you just experiment. Remember it will grow back before you know it. If you like the idea, we can visit a special salon tomorrow; they can give advice and help you get started."

Slowly I let a finger slip inside her wet pussy. I pushed it around inside and after taking it out again I put it in my mouth to have a first taste of Mandy's wet treasure. It was awfully nice.

I felt a hand on my crotch. Up until this moment I wasn't aware my dick had grown into a semi hard-on. Now it was very evident it was on the rise. Of course, my lust had been fuelled all day long. But occupied with all the female beauty around me I simply had not been aware of my own condition. And in my role as a mentor my own excitement was not my first concern. But I should have known the sheer sexiness of the young Mandy did wonders to my libido.

"Dad, can I please play with your thing?"

"Yes hon, let's both get naked and start exploring each other for real."

Thus began a night of sexy fun, fuelled by the lust we felt for each other. Buck naked we enjoyed each other's body, especially our crotches. Mandy was an eager pupil. She first wouldn't let go of my dick. Her tiny hands could barely wrap around my meat. Pumping my hard-on, she managed to squeeze out some pre-cum.

"What's that? Is that your sperm?"

"No hon, that's pre-cum. It's a natural lubricant. It is more clear and less viscous than sperm. And most people find it sweeter. You can taste it if you want."

Mandy took the tip of my dick inside her mouth. Her tongue flipped around my acorn and licked the fluid from my dick.

"Yes, it is nice and sweet! I like you! But does this mean we can't fuck now I licked up your lube?"

"No hun, there will be more, and there are other ways to lube up. But we won't fuck tonight, remember?"

Mandy looked disappointed.

"Sex can be a lot of fun, even without real penetrations. We can make each other come in other ways. Let me play with your pussy and your clit and find out if you like that. Spread your legs wide and relax. Let me eat your pussy now, and then you tell me if that's nice for you."

I went to town on this innocent girl's tiny cooch. After licking her every fold, I dove my tongue inside her wet snatch. Mandy squirmed her lower body as the licking and flicking of my tongue hit her core. I went for the kill and brought her to an orgasm without any further delay. As her dam broke her thighs snapped close and clamped around my head. My mouth filled with some clear watery fluid. Mandy moaned and whimpered as she came, giving in to the emotions and overwhelming feeling that hit her with her orgasm. It was so intense it took her some time to get back from her height and release my head from the grip of her thighs. She was sobbing.

"Oh dear, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, silly, it's just that it felt so damn good! But why did we have to wait so long to do such wonderful things?"

"Yeah girl, it's a pity we can share this feeling only just now and not so much earlier. But let's enjoy this precious moment now and realise this is only a beginning. As much as I'd love to take you even further and stick my dick inside your pussy, let's hold back now and take this step by step."

We cuddled each other and necked heavenly deep into the night, our fingers everywhere, mine sopping in and out of Mandy's wet pussy, and hers closed tightly around my boner. Her grip massaged my shaft and gave me two ejaculations. My fingers brought her to several heights, many minor orgasms, and some intense and powerful. It was a dear and fulfilling night, even though we didn't fuck for real.

We slept in late enjoying each other's company, my arms wrapped tightly around her body. After a brunch in our room, we went into town for some daddy-daughter shopping. I took Mandy to Coco De Mer.

As it happened Mary-Jo was on duty. Mary-Jo is Isadora's mom, another of Abbey's and Mandy's good friends. In years past Mary-Jo was also a member of our key club.

"Ah Danny, I see you need some wardrobe supplements for young Mandy here! As it happens, you're my second customer today from the swap club!"

"Yes Mary-Jo. Can you suggest some much-needed items for this lovely lady who only owns basic cotton undies? That's apart from the hot swimwear she has, but you're familiar with those."

"Sure. Mandy, please follow me to the fitting room. I'll measure your body and then we'll find out what lingerie suits you and changes you into a gorgeous hot lady."

Mandy was measured as a 32C with a 33 hip. As Mary-Jo was very aware Mandy and I were familiar with each other's nakedness she invited me inside for the fitting session. The private show of the beautifully made and luxurious lingerie was mesmerising. Mary-Jo was incredibly helpful and clearly knew what saucy and adventurous items were fitting for Mandy and did wonders to her sex appeal. The girl beamed a big smile in my direction, she loved her new wardrobe.

"Dan, have you given thought to our other items?"

"Ah, you mean your naughty things that cannot be missed in the bedside cabinet of any young woman. Sure. Let's spoil Mandy with some items she can experiment with herself at home."