WhenGangbang Daughterfinally ended twenty minutes later, I was sitting on one foot, my heel pressed into my sopping wet cunt. Still rocking slightly back and forth, I'd been working myself into a near-frenzy. By then, I'd managed to get my panties down and off without my father noticing.
“So you liked the video?” he asked me.
“My underwear got so wet,” I told him, “I took them off.”
And I held up my damp blue panties for him.
“Let me see,” he said, a bit casually, I thought.
So I slid off the couch and moved down beside him on the rug. With a shy smile, kneeling next to him, I handed him my damp panties, my robe falling completely open as I did.
“What a sweet young body you have!” he breathed, just looking, not touching. “You're like a naked blonde angel!”
“You're just saying that because you're my dad,” I said. “My boobs are way too small.”
“They're flawless,” he disagreed. “And look at your sweet little nipples!”
He was right about that, I guess. My boobs were so firm they stood up easily on their own, my pink nipples poking out proudly. It was the hot odor of my dripping wet cunt, though, that was impossible to ignore, my smooth inner thighs already slick with my pulsing juices.
With just a fingertip, my father reached out and lightly touched my pussy, its swollen wetness evident. When I merely shivered, swallowing hard, he slid a finger completely into my overly-moist little slit.
“That feels really good, Daddy,” I told him. “Let me make you feel good, too.”
While he watched without protest, I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, pulling them open in front just enough so his thick cock, straining to stand on its own, did exactly that, rigid and throbbing. I stared at it for several long moments, then tentatively touched just the round, swollen head of it, giving out with a sharp little laugh when it jerked at my touch.
“It's alive!” I giggled.
Between us, we quickly got his jeans down around his ankles.
When I took his cock fully in my hand, it suddenly jerked again, very much alive, indeed, the rigid shaft throbbing wildly under my fingers.
He exhaled slowly when I started jacking him off. At the same time, two of his fingers explored my pussy.
“I loved those incest movies,” I admitted. “They gave me a bunch of dirty ideas!”
“So I see,” he said. “Do it slower, because I want it to last,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said.
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…”