My dad positioned himself in front of me, the fleshy head of his cock easily finding my mouth.
I sucked at it wetly, using my small moist tongue to lap wetly all around it at the same time, knowing exactly what it took to make my father come. He nodded down to me with a smile, that smile widening even more when I used one of my hands to start quickly jacking him off.
“Come in my mouth, Daddy,” I urged. “Come in your dirty little slut's mouth!”
He must've been genuinely excited to come so fast, and so much, because his cock went off almost immediately. My father's thick cum rushed out, filling my 11-year-old mouth with warmth, overflowing my lips and running down my chin, and then-amazingly- filling it once again.
I swallowed it hungrily, eagerly, knowing it was turning him on even more to have his little preteen daughter be such a dirty slut.
“Maureen, Maureen, Maureen…” he kept saying, as I kept sucking the semen straight out of his grown-up balls through the throbbing head of his dick. “You always make me come somuch!”
With the fucking machine pounding wetly into my cunt, and my mother's fingers up my butthole, I was only moments from coming again. So my voice was all quavery as I spoke up, but I just wanted him to know:
“I'msupposedto make you come so much, Daddy-I'm your sweet little whore of a daughter, after all!”
CHAPTER 7
It was still the middle of the morning when Tim and I reached our secluded picnic table. There was no one else around that we could see. We put our tennis rackets on the table top and wandered around the small clearing somewhat aimlessly, looking into every corner, kicking at the brush, both of us suddenly nervous at being alone again.
Finally, I reached out and took his hand.
“Do you want to kiss me again?” I asked, the bolder of us two. “Even though it's broad daylight?”
He gave me a hopeful look, then shrugged as if uncertain what to say.
“Okay,” he finally nodded. “But what it someone comes along?”
It was my turn to shrug.
“They'll just think we're a couple of goofy kids,” I assured him. “Messing around. No grown-ups ever think kids know how to do anything too dirty.”
“Yeah…? They don't?”
“Not really,” I said. Then I suggested, as if just thinking of it, “Or, we could go back down by the creek. I remember an old abandoned van down there, so overgrown with weeds and brush no one can see it. It still has a backseat, I think.”
Tim gave me a surprised look, then sort of shrugged again.
“An old van?” he asked, almost too casually. “Have you ever been in it?”
I gave him an innocent look.
“Just as a kid,” I told him. “Playing around. It's been there for years. I never made out in it or anything like that.”
Which was a lie. A huge one.
And I hated telling it, but the truth would have broken his heart. And then broken mine, when he realized what a slut I was and left me. I was certain a boy at that age couldn't handle the reality of my crazy sex-filled life.
“Is that what you want to do?” he asked, giving my small hand a warm squeeze. “Go there and make out?”
I shrugged.
“Ifyoudo,” I said. And I looked straight into his dark eyes. “I'm already getting excited thinking about being with you.”
And I took his hand and slid it down into the front of my shorts and underpants, letting his eager fingers find my already-slippery pussy. He swallowed hard, but then explored my slick pink opening with a nervous smile.
“See how wet I am?” I told him. “It's all just for you…”
Down by the creek, I led my new young boyfriend to the abandoned van, a battered old VW hippie bus so overgrown with brush that it was almost impossible to see from any distance. It was a sort of faded blue, mixed with a dirty shade of gray.
To get inside, we had to climb through brambles and push aside several thick bushes, which-being a young gentleman-Tim did for me.
“It really is hidden,” he said. “I never even knew it was here.”
“Most people don't.”
The sliding side door was long gone, the rear compartment filled with dead leaves and beer bottles. Only half of the windshield and a small part of the passenger's side window remained, the rest of the glass broken out ages ago.
“Watch where you step,” I cautioned. “The flooring's all rusty.”
The front passenger seat was gone and the dashboard was dented in several places as if someone had kicked it many times, hard. Tommy, actually. More beer and liquor bottles littered the floorboards in the front.
But the entire rear bench seat was mostly intact.
And the bottom part of the wide rear seat was covered by a relatively new light blue blanket. From our motel, in fact, though I'd never admit it. Also, many used condoms and condom wrappers had been tossed haphazardly onto the rusted floor.
“How old is this thing?” Tim wanted to know. He gingerly picked up part of an ancient Playboy Magazine. “This magazine's from 1978,” he said.
I could only shrug again.
“This van's always been here,” I told him. “My dad showed me how to get in here a year or so ago…”
“Your dad?” Tim asked, brightening as if everything was fine then. I mean, that sounded safe enough to him, I was sure, my own father showing me around here. “He did?”
“He sure did,” I remembered, secretly smiling at the long ago thought. “It was a lot of fun.”
It really was.
I was a limber blonde 10-year-old at the time, a little 4th-grader last year, and my father brought me to the hidden van one warm afternoon and fucked me on the old VW's back seat. But first he carefully put down one of the light blue blankets from our motel, for us to do it on.
“I don't want you getting your perfect little bare ass all dirty,” he'd told me. Then he added, “Your mother and I used to fuck in here all the time. It's been here for years and years.”
While my father took off his pants, I looked around the battered interior while slipping my own shorts and panties off.
“Daddy, it's like a private little fort in here,” I smiled. “Like a hideout!”
“Exactly.”
We both kept our tops on in case somebody who knew about the van wandered by, just so we could get dressed in a hurry. And with me soon lying on my back with my skinny legs spread wide, my father knelt between them on the seat with his cock standing straight out in front of him.
I was already so wet a little river of moisture was running out of me, right out of my bald slit and down into the crack of my bare butt. I'd been fucking my own dad an entire year by then, but each time was always just as exciting to me.
Maybe it was because even as a child I understood it was about the worst thing a father and daughter could possibly do. Of course, I guess that was part of the filthy appeal.
“Your cunt's so perfect, Maureen,” he told me, spreading apart the delicate lips of it with his fingers and looking straight up me. “It's like a pink, wet little work of art.”
I shrugged with a little smile.
