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…”
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