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…”
CHAPTER 6
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.
“Ohhh,” I couldn't help but moan. “Uh! Uh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!”
I looked over to my dad to see if he was looking, but-true to his words- he kept his eyes on the road, his hands on the wheel. I closed my eyes and kept at it, my butt starting to squirm in the seat.
Moments later, my feet still braced on the floor for leverage, I started rocking my little ass forward and back, working my crotch against the motion of my fingers on my clit.
My cunt was so wet I could smell it even more.
My breathing got even faster. Then I started rubbing directly on my tingling clit, which made me about jump out of my skin!
“Uhhhhhh!” I groaned. “Ohhh! Ohhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!”
“Damn it, Kimberly…”
By then, of course, my panting was impossible to ignore. My pink nipples were swollen into pointy tips, poking against my tee-shirt, and my butt was in a slick puddle inside my underwear! I was making little noises in my throat and my left hand kept tightening on the edge of the seat I was holding, squeezing it.
I started jerking my slim hips up with a little moan every few seconds, my bare thighs tensing repeatedly as my fingers continued to manipulate my now throbbing clit. Inside my underwear, the thickened lips of my pussy were so swollen and sensitive I could actually feel them pressing against the tight cotton fabric.
“I'm soclose!” I groaned. “Ohhhh God…”