Virginia Ryder - Little Kimberly_s Family Fun

But, of course, jacking him off didn't last long because he was too excited to hold back, resulting in the cum mess I soon was eagerly cleaning up with my tongue. Quick but still fun.

“You have such a great mouth,” he managed, after.

“Did you really fuck Noelle Henderson at that sex party? And her mother?”

“Yes,” my dad said. “We all did.”

“Do you think Noelle was better than me?” 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. “I've never fucked you, Kimberly.”

I gave him a dirty little smirk.

“And just why not?” I returned his look with a sad little smile. “I know, I know-afterI'm on birth control.”

“I can't wait until next weekend!” Amy said, her breath ragged, my 'confession' driving her into a frenzy of sexual anticipation. “I can't stop thinking about your dad and me!”

We were still perched on the edge of her bed, the covers thrown back and the door closed, both our sweaty halter tops pushed above our almost-boobs. Our shorts and panties were down around our ankles, me still lying back on my elbows with my legs spread wide while my little cousin lay half on top of me, the heat of her small body pouring into me. With one of her slim bare thighs across mine, her fingers worked feverishly to make me come 'one more time.'

She'd already made me come twice, eagerly kissing me deeply the first time and then sucking my stiffened nipples the second, but-even though she was nearly insane with the need for sexual relief herself-she was holding back, not letting me touch her downthereyet as the perverted details of my incestuous affair with my own father continued to build excitement within her.

When she finally let herself come, she wanted it to be spectacular!

As for me-even though I'd recently been subjected to that same 'holding back' idea by my father-I'd gone off fast and furious from Amy's touch, like a lit fuse both times. I'd gasped for breath as waves of incredible pleasure washed over me, my bare little ass jerking up off the edge of the bed as my heels dug into the carpet, my knees spreading even wider each time I came. It was obvious I had no patience when it came to sex, because-without my dad's coaching-'holding back' wasn't something I was willing to do.

I wanted to come every chance I got, as fast and as hard and as often as I could!

And here I was again, getting close to still another orgasm, Amy using three of her slender fingers in my slippery cunt, pistoning them into me as her small thumb continued massaging and pressing into my pulsating clit.

In addition, I was so shaky and drenched with sweat, it's a miracle I just didn't just slide right off the edge of the bed.

“I'm going to comeagain!” I breathed. “Uhhhhhh! Oh, God! Amy, damn it, let me make you come, too!”

But she definitely had more willpower than me.

“Not just yet,” she breathed, her fingers and thumb suddenly moving even more furiously in my crotch, squeezing my entire pubic mound with her small hand as she masturbated me. “Keep telling me the filthy stuff you father did to you!”

“OhhhhGod…”

On the two-hour ride back home that first weekend my dad and I had messed around, he seemed uncomfortable and unusually quiet, his hands on the wheel, his eyes straight ahead on the road.

“What's wrong, Daddy?” I asked, sitting beside him, all little-girl innocence and concern. “Is it something I did?”

He gave me a quick look.

“No, Kimberly,” he told me. “Of course not. It's just…we really shouldn't have done anything…sexual together. I'm afraid I've taken advantage of you…”

I turned to face him.

“Daddy!” I said firmly. “I wanted to! It was fun! And I want to join your family sex club, too!”

He just shook his head, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. “I know, sweetie, but letting you watch those dirty movies got you all excited so you really weren't thinking right-”

I cut him off.

“You didn't do anything wrong,” I insisted. “I'm a horny little slut and I just always want it!”

“Don't say that,” he told me. “You love sex, and that's normal. But sex with your own father is-”

“Fun!” I finished for him. “And the people at your Family Fun Club do it, too, so it's not just us!”

He had to nod at that.

“I know,” he admitted. “But most of them are older.”

“That little redheaded girl in the video was just about my age,” I said. “I'm just as oversexed as she is, I bet!”

He still seemed greatly troubled.

“It still doesn't feel right.”

“Daddy, that's not fair!” I was almost ready to cry. “We already did dirty stuff together! And I want to do more!”

But I could tell he still wasn't convinced.

We drove in silence for a few minutes while we each took stock in our positions. I thought I understood why he was suddenly reluctant, even after we'd had such a good time together-he had a sudden bout of an exceedingly guilty conscience. Having sex with your own 11-year-old daughter would probably cause anyone to have some second thoughts!

Yet I wasn't about to let our dirty fun end, not when it'd felt so good!

“Daddy, my pussy's all wet,” I let him know. “And my underwear's soaked. I'm very sexually aroused just arguing with you about it.”

He glanced over at me uneasily. It was the middle of the afternoon, broad daylight, cars all around us on the freeway as we headed home. He just shook his head again.

“Kim…” he started.

“I need to masturbate,” I said. “I reallydo.”

“Kimberly!” he said. “You're not playing fair.”

“Just pretend I'm not here,” I told him. “I'll do it real quiet.”

He kept his eyes on the road again.

“Well, at least put down the back of your seat so no one can see you,” he suggested. “We don't need to be pulled over.”

So, I found the catch on the side of my seat and let the seatback down all the way until I was lying flat, out of sight of the other drivers. Then I undid my jeans, raised my narrow butt up and pushed them (but not my underwear) down all the way to my ankles. I left them down around my tennis shoes.

Lying there in my panties next to my dad in his car was exciting for both of us, to say the least, whether he wanted to admit it or not. My skinny legs felt very bare and the huge wet spot in the front of my underwear was so dark it was clearly visible. I could even smell it.

My crotch was already soaking wet.

Keeping my hands on each side of me, I clenched the outer edges of the seat, closed my eyes and nervously started jiggling my bare legs open and closed. I planned to take my time and see if I could rekindle my dad's perverted interest in me.

“Don't look,” I told him. “But I have to come-”

“This isn't a good idea,” he said, more to himself it seemed. “We should've waited until you were older. I seduced you-“

Whatever.

Instead of arguing, though, I slid my right hand into the front of my panties. My fingertips immediately found my clit and I jerked with a little sigh at the touch and swallowed real hard. I rubbed around the slightly raised, slippery little center to start, but not directly on it yet.

My breathing got faster right away, though.

“Ohhhh,” I murmured softly. “Ohhhh God…”

“Kimberly, you promised.”

“I can't help it, Daddy-it feels too good!”

My thin legs were suddenly trembling at the thought of what I was doing, and then a moment later I was trembling uncontrollably all over.

I scooted my butt forward slightly and spread my knees wider, to give my hand inside my panties more room. Then, with my tennis shoes braced on the car floor in the tangle of my jeans, and relaxing into the seat, I started masturbating.