If my breathing was shaky, my legs were even shakier. I kept rapidly jerking my hips up and down and moaning out loud as if I was fucking! I didn't know if my father was getting excited by this or not (ha ha ha!), but it felt too good to stop.
“I'm pretending that it's you fucking me,” I told him. “Harder, Daddy, fuck me evenharder!”
“Jesus Christ…”
“Don't you even want to look at my little cunt?” I offered. “It's wet enough to float a boat-IknowI could take your big cock all the way in me!”
And without waiting for his answer, I raised up, hooked my thumbs in my panties and pushed them down over my knees, letting them drop to my ankles. Then I spread my skinny legs all the way apart so he could see that my little pink slit was all swollen and pouting open wetly. Using two fingers, I spread the sensitive lips open even more, to show him how wet I was inside.
It was like a tiny, glistening little lake in there!
Thank God my dad had leather seats, because touching myself like that made a river of moisture start trickling down into the crack of my butt!
“Here's my pussy, if you want to see it.”
I held it open with my left hand and started masturbating my clit again with my right hand so he could watch me do it.
“I love you, Daddy!”
He just half-laughed, but still wouldn't look over. Finally, he said, “I love you, too, sweetie.”
“You said it's the sweetest little pussy you ever saw,” I reminded him. “Don't you want to watch me rub it? Ohhh, Daddy, it really feels good when I do it real fast like this!”
“Kimberly…”
“Daddy! Daddy! I'm coming real hard! Ohhh God, it's like I can't breathe!” Lying there spread-open beside him, I jerked and quivered through my orgasm as my breath caught repeatedly in my throat. “Ohhh God, it'sso good!”
“You said you'd do it quietly,” was all he said as I finally sunk even deeper into the seat with a final groan. “Was that your idea of quiet?”
“Touch my pussy,” I begged him. “I'll never tell!”
And without waiting for a response, my fingers were again moving almost imperceptibly within the slick little lips at the top of my cunt, slowly spreading those lips apart again in a gentle search for that single fleshy spot that had just sent the most piercing stabs of pleasure straight through me. My jeans and panties down, my skinny knees apart, my slim fingers again began manipulating the slick pink hood surrounding my always sensitive, now wildly-distended, clit.
With a finger on each side of it, I started rubbing myself again.
“I'm going to come again while you decide,” I informed him. “It's already feeling really good again.”
“That's nice,” he said hoarsely.
“I wish you were licking my cunt,” I told him. “Licking it and sucking it, too, like all around my little clit…”
I kicked off my tennis shoes and my jeans, then put my small bare feet up on the dash (so he could see better), my index finger gliding right to the slippery little pink nub itself. I suddenly jerked with a short gasp at the exquisite sensation that flooded through my sweet young cunt, then closed my eyes and began seriously masturbating one more time.
Certain my father was watching, I slid my free hand under my rounded bare ass and found my asshole with a fingertip. With another little start of pleasure, I probed into it, as if examining the tiny puckered opening for the first time, then slowly pushed my middle finger all the way up my butt with a shaky little groan.
And while still masturbating feverishly, and starting to pant for breath, I began fingering my rubbery little asshole.
I knew exactly what I was doing.
“I'm fingering my asshole,” I told him. “It's making mecrazy…”
He was silent for several long moments, then finally said, “Goddamn it!” and reached over for me.
His fingertips touched my bare inner thigh, and then my cunt, and finally found my trembling clit by slipping under my own fingers. I came again in about two seconds, bucking in the seat as if I had an electric cattle-prod up my butt.
“Ohhhh God!” I panted hoarsely. “Daddy, you're making mecome!”
My breath caught in my throat as wave after wave of the most indecent pleasure washed over me, my bare ass squirming wildly.
“Daddy, it's so good! Keep touching it like that!”
And while I was still coming, I reached over with my left hand and easily found my dad's hard, throbbing cock within his pants. Of course, it was straining to stand up straight in the middle of his lap. I squeezed it repeatedly through his pants until I finally melted into the seat with a soft little moan, finished at last.
“It's alive again,” I said breathlessly, meaning his cock, as it jerked under my fingers. “Can I suck it?”
He was silent again, then nodded in defeat.
“You win,” my dad said. “I can't resist you.”
And so there it was, finally-my father had somehow made itmyidea that we continue having sex together. Of course, I didn't care whose idea it was, as long as we kept on doing it.
And (as you well know!) it wasn't as if I was a pure, innocent little angel, even though every day I brushed my perfect teeth, did my chores and was very polite to my elders. I was not onlynota virgin, I was a girl who wanted, needed and even was driven by urges I had no control over: to convince my own father to fuck me fast, hard and ragged at the first opportunity.
If that's not being the biggest little slut in the world, I don't know what is.
Virginia K.G. Ryder
Little Kimberly's Family Fun
CHAPTER 7
But what I had not yet told Amy, and what finally broke her 'holding back' resolve so thoroughly that her building climax nearly killed her when it went off-explodingwithin her young cunt like a surprise nuclear bomb- was this:
Just two nights before, during that very week, when I was supposed to be at the library until closing at 9 p.m., I'd been secretly picked up by my father much earlier that afternoon. He'd taken me to my so-called initiation intoTheFamily Fun Club, his secret incest swinger club, at the broken-down Pink Flamingo Motel.
Now that I was fully on birth control, there was no reason to hold back.
The huge old motel at the edge of town was owned by a family who were members of the secret club, so checking in and getting a very private room away from the rest of the place wasn't a problem.
“Are you certain you want to do this, Kimmie?” my dad asked for the tenth time, while we headed over in his car. “You can change your mind-”
I merely gave a little shrug, always the nonchalant preteen without a concern in the world, even though I was so jumpy I thought I might pass out.
“I'm fine, Daddy. And I want to. Really.”
That part was true, regardless of my ultra-nervous state.
I was going to do a gangbang, a real one like in the dirty movies, with a group of members from the club selected by my father. He'd promised they were going to fuck me until I could barely walk, giving me as much sex as I could handle.
We'd see about that.
I was both wildly excited and silently terrified, but my dad told me that was normal. Every now and then a joining daughter chickened out at the last minute, but she usually changed her mind eventually and later 'put out' for the gang, so to speak. On the other hand, sometimes a young girl was so sexually energized at the prospect of being relentlessly fucked-as with 'goody-goody' 14-year-old cheerleader Noelle Henderson-that she raced to spread her legs (and her slippery pussy) wide open for the gang at the first opportunity.
'Pulling a train' is what the boys I knew called it. Led by their stiff young cocks, the horny little bastards lined up and loved it, getting sloppy seconds and thirds or even fifteenths, but when it was over not thinking much of the girls they'd talked into actually doing it.
Until, of course, those same boys wanted another easy going girl for a night of down and dirty gangbang sex…