the top (over my clit!) until I was breathing faster.
“Daddy, you get me so excited,” I told him. “Always. Because what we do is so wrong.”
“But fun.”
A moment later, he tugged my underpants down over my slim hips while leaving my plaid skirt in place, then let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of and over my damp panties, then kicked off my tennis shoes, standing there in only my schoolgirl skirt and dark blue knee socks.
A second later, my father's fingers found their way into me. He began slowly fingerfucking me.
“Emily, you're so damn sexy,” my dad told me, and I knew he meant it. “You have such a sweet cunt!”
I shrugged at the compliment, maybe blushing a little myself.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I murmured. “I'm glad you like it.”
I was naked under my skirt, standing there with my feet apart as he then slipped his fingers out of me to squeeze my slightly plump pubic mound with his entire hand. He amused himself for a moment with my emerging pubic hair, which tickled me slightly, then squeezed the bulge of my mound again, getting a sharp little gasp of pleasure from me.
“I love it, Daddy,” I breathed. “Now please fingerfuck me again. I liked that even better.”
Which he did, sliding his fingers back into my slippery wetness and then moving them in and out of my cunt, exploring more deeply into my juicy center with each of his probing explorations upward. His other hand slid under the back of my skirt and he gave one firm cheek of my bare little ass a squeeze.
Even in such a sexually-charged situation, I found the warmness of his touch comforting.
“You and Uncle Jack are getting me really excited,” I admitted to him, feeling my breath quickening even more as my underage pussy filled to overflowing with my oily slick wetness. I could even feel it oozing down onto my bare inner thighs. “I'm getting all shaky.”
My father squeezed the other bare cheek of my ass then, fondling my rubbery little butt like he'd often done when I was much younger, until I finally told him, “Daddy, stick your finger up my butthole, too.”
I knew my dad well-he often liked for me to ask him, or to tell him, what to do, as if it was all my idea, his not-so-innocent child wanting whatever dirty pleasure she could get from him.
True enough, I guess.
And he did it, my father's finger sliding easily into my puckered asshole, going in deep as the slick little muscles inside of me gripped wetly at the intrusion. Slowly, with one hand under my plaid skirt in front and his other hand under my skirt in back, he began fingerfucking my wet pussy and my tight asshole at the same time.
“That's it, Daddy,” I gasped, my slender legs suddenly so shaky I was trembling all over. “Ummm, I love it!”
My uncle was still paying attention to my 11-year-old boobs.
His mouth was locked hotly onto me and his strong hands were holding onto my bare waist. He licked each erect tip of my nipples with a flickering motion of his tongue, even as he sucked hungrily at them, my trembling as the rising level of arousal within me climbed even higher, driving me nearly crazy.
God, I was loving every minute of it.
I looked to my father with a dreamy little smile, his slippery fingers working gradually faster in both of my holes, and then licked at my lower lip with just the tip of my tongue, a signal to him that he knew well enough.
He kissed my mouth then, just a quick kiss, something we rarely did, and then only when I was so excited sexually I was ready for anything. I mean, getting fucked by your dad when you're only a sweet little 11-year-old was one thing, but making out with him was something entirely different.
Like, almost too sick.
“Kiss me again, Daddy,” I breathed hoarsely, so aroused I could tell I'd simply fall sideways onto the bed when my skinny legs soon gave out. I couldn't stop shaking, my heart doing that pounding thing I knew so well. “French kiss me.”
So he did, French kissed me, his tongue probing into my hot mouth as I kissed him back, sucking wetly at him.
We kissed for many long moments as we stood there, my father feverishly fingerfucking my throbbing pussy and my tightly gripping slick asshole while my favorite uncle continued to squeeze my small tits and wetly suck my nipples.
I was about to melt.
“I'm ready, Uncle Jack,” I said then, shakily pulling my mouth away from my dad's lips. “I'm ready to fuck you both.”
CHAPTER 17
Before the three of us got on the limp-looking double bed, we'd first tossed the threadbare bedspread and ratty blankets to the floor.
What we were going to do sexually was dirty enough, without adding actual dirt to the adventure.
I was naked, except for my dark blue knee socks, having slipped out of my school uniform skirt as both my father and my uncle finished getting undressed. But the first problem with tumbling into bed together, as we soon discovered, was that the old bedsprings were too weak to comfortably hold all three of us.
“I can't move,” my uncle laughed. “I'm falling into a big hole here!”
He was finally as naked as he'd wanted to be when we first arrived. Lying on his back in the middle of the bed under me, his penis (as thickly large as my father's) was standing stiff and throbbing in my small hand as I straddled his hips and pressed the swollen tip into the wet little slit of my pussy.
But the weight of his muscular body, especially with me on top of him, was being slowly swallowed by the cheap mattress we all shared.
“Uncle Jack!” I gave him a playful slap to his chest. “I hope that's not my hole you're calling big!”
He gave me a look.
“Hardly,” he smiled. “Your hole's just right. It's this damn bed.”
“Just lay still then,” I advised, the wise little 11-year-old niece. “I'll do all the work and fuck you, instead of the other way around.”
I was slowly taking every inch of his big cock into my preteen cunt, the thick shaft of it as hard as a rock. My little pussy was as wet as wet could be, a hot little swamp of pulsating juicy goodness between my bare young thighs.
“It feels so good going into me,” I panted, pushing myself downward as my hands gripped my uncle's bare chest. So far, I'd just managed to get the engorged head in, but the rest of it was definitely working its way up into me. “Uhhh, it really does feel good! My pussy's just throbbing in there. Oh, God!”
“Her cunt's always real tight when you start,” my father told him. “But she gets so wet, it always goes in all the way. And once she gets started, she loves to fuck and fuck and fuck.”
I had to laugh again.
“And fuck some more,” I added. “It's my favorite thing.”
“I've always dreamed of fucking you,” my uncle admitted. “And Kimberly said she wants to eat your pussy. Next time she sees you.”
I had to smile at that.
“God, I want to eat her pussy,” I told him. “Does she know you and my dad came up here just to fuck me?”
My naked father was kneeling awkwardly beside us on the bed, leaning against me as if for balance.
“Kimmie knows,” he told me. “She was afraid to tell you about her and Uncle Jack because she didn't know you and I were fucking, too. It must run in our family, the father-daughter fun stuff.”
“It must,” I laughed. “God, we're both fucking our own dads!”
My father had his arm around my skinny waist, with his other hand squeezing my bare boobs as I continued pushing my sopping cunt farther down onto my uncle's cock, inch by delicious inch. His own dick was standing up rigidly, my father's, I mean, visibly throbbing and so insanely hard it could've probably been played like a stringed musical instrument.
