Of course, he was absolutely right.
Now, though, as Amy fucked my dad, I slid one hand between them, down the front of her smooth tummy, touching the very top of her bald pussy with my fingers. She swallowed hard, nodding eagerly that she wanted to have meinvolved, so I easily found her distended and slickened clitoris with my fingers and started massaging it gently.
“God, Kimberly!” the girl gasped. “Keep doingthat!”
Not that she needed it-the extra attention, I mean.
Her first orgasm of the night hit her like a solid wall of bricks, and arrived so quickly it surprised all three of us.
I pressed my fingers more firmly against her clit, meaning to make her come real fastagain, as she often did for me. But she groaned even more sharply with the waves of pleasure overwhelming her and was suddenly grinding her pubic bone down into the base of my dad's cock, putting pressure on her clit and at the same time inadvertently forcing my fingers out of the way.
“Uhhhh! Uhh! Uhhhhh!” she moaned, jerking and straining as spasm after spasm coursed through her young twat. “God, Uncle Jack, I'm coming twice!”
She was suddenly arching her skinny back with her knees spreading wider on the rug, giving herself rug-burn, it seemed. My dad, reacting, then began fucking her wildly from beneath, his hips bucking up off the floor to meet each of her downward thrusts as he pumped his big cock into her.
“Uncle Jack! Uncle Jack!” she moaned his name. “It feels sofuckinggood!!!”
His hands cupped her sweaty bare ass, pulling her along but also spreading the rubbery cheeks of her butt apart so that her asshole suddenly opened. Seeing that, I immediately slid a finger into the puckered opening and began fingerfucking the moist heat I found in her tightly gripping anus.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she kept saying. “Harder! Fuck me harder!!”
I was keenly aware of my own throbbing clit, the thickened lips of my pussy so swollen and sensitive I could feel my excess juices dripping from them, coating my trembling inner thighs with little rivulets of oily moisture.
My God, they were fucking and Amy was coming again and again, but it wasmecausing 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!! Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me harder!”
Which he did, from underneath, his upward thrusts into her spasming pink cunt jerking her up into the air with its own momentum. It was like she was riding a bucking bronco, but the only experience she'd had in that department, I knew, was the brightly painted horse-y ride at the Mall that you put a quarter in. She always claimed that that particular ride could also make her come, just like the slightly uptilted banana seat on her bike.
With oversexed little Amy, that was probably true.
Anyway, 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.
The sweet smell of her slippery underage cunt was in the air, the faint but even naughtier smell of her tight little anus, as I probed deeply into it, equally apparent.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Amy pitched forward onto my dad and lay quivering from head to toe, panting hoarsely. This was the signal for me to slide my finger out of her hot asshole and give her smooth little butt a quick, affectionate squeeze.
My father lay panting just as hard, clearly spent, his own orgasm apparent, his hands loosely hanging onto the sweaty cheeks of Amy's bare ass.
“My turn, Daddy,” I laughed then. “I want to get fucked that good, too!”
CHAPTER 14
It was already after midnight that Saturday, but none of us were the least bit sleepy.
“Perfect,” my father said, and took another photo of my cunt. “Now spread your legs wider.”
I'll admit, I got wildly excited, sexually, just holding myself open for my dad with my fingers, showing him everything I had. Also, knowing my glistening pink 11-year-old cunt was the most important thing in the world to him.
He said itwasthe most important thing in the world to him and I believed him. He was, after all, my own father.
Amy and I were posing for digital pictures, 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 stiff pink nipples and bare asses, mainly in close-up shots, were the real focus, both of us eager to do a gangbang at his next sex party.
It would be the second real gangbang for me, the first for little Amy.
The explicit photos were what my dad would use to line up a group of men and boys, friends of his from their sex club, to take turns fucking us at the low-budgetPinkFlamingo Motel.
Amy and I were both terrifically excited at the prospect, me at again being the naked center of attention, she wanting to be in the role of 'hot-little-3^rd -grader-doing-her-first-gangbang.' We both were so vividly imagining their stiff, standing cocks, their hands and mouths on our young cunts, that neither of us could stop trembling with run-away anticipation.
“Like, how long will they fuck us?” Amy kept asking. “And what if our pussies get sore?”
“Then they stop,” my dad informed us. “Ask Kimmie. You're in charge, believe it or not. I'll see to that. When you've had enough fucking, it's over.”
“I'veneverhad enough fucking,” I pointed out with a laugh. “But it wasalmostenough. God, I can't wait!”
“Will they want to fuck us in the ass?” she asked. “Will they want to watch Kimberly and I eating each other out?”
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, although so far we hadn't needed them to entertain ourselves.
“Hold your asshole open,” my father asked Amy and, of course, she did, bending way over, sticking her bare butt out and using her fingers to spread herself open. “And stick your finger in your butt,” he asked.
She giggled, licked her fingertip and inserted it into her twitching asshole.
“Get one of my clit,” I advised, spreading open the slick lips around it, the tiny little bead so excited into genuine prominence it was sticking out just beyond, or at least equal to, its little fleshy hood. “I need a picture to show a lot of idiot boys what they should look for!”
My dad laughed, took the picture, then put down the camera and finally turned his attention, sexually, to me. God, it was about time!
I was sitting on the couch in my knee socks, my feet on the edge of the cushion and my legs sprawled apart so that my blond pussy was wetly parted and presented directly to his face.
As I said, my clit was really prominent, 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.
The weekend before, my dad had eaten my pussy, of course, before fucking me in every imaginable position, but when licking me 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 actuallytouchingmy 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 beengreatfucking, after all.