My dad was always complimenting me on my pussy or my bare butt or my sweet little knockers. And I knew he meant it by the way he loved using his mouth on my skinny little body, all over me, every chance he got-sucking and kissing my nipples and my boobs, my pussy and even my asshole.
In fact, he and my mother loved licking my asshole and my pussy at the same time, one in front and one in back, such a dirty thing to do together, to their own daughter.
Especially when I'd come so hard with their mouths on me. It just got them both so outrageously excited.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I'd said in the van. I genuinely appreciated his appreciation of me. And his appreciation of my 10-year-old hairless little cunt. “But you're just saying it because I'm your kid.”
“Hardly,” he shook his head. “Your sweet cunt is the sweetest little cunt I've ever seen. Or tasted. In my entire life.”
I gave him a disbelieving look.
“Sweeter than mom's?” I wanted to know. For about the hundredth time. It was a little game we always played. “Is my cunt sweeter thanhercunt?”
And he always gave me the same answer. “Your little cunt's even sweeter than your mother's cunt,” he affirmed again. “But don't you ever tell her. We don't want to hurt her feelings.”
See? He did appreciate me.
Anyway, the older kids that always used the old van's backseat for sex still used our motel blanket. I knew because I'd been back there more than once after that first time with my dad.
Usually it was with one or more boys (once with five of them!) for exactly the same reason-to get fucked senseless, until I was groaning and sweaty and squirming all over.
I was quite the little gangbang girl, even at that tender young age.
Of course, that was also my fear, bringing Tim to the van. It was more than possible that Tommy or Paul or James or Randy or Keith of any of the many boys who'd fucked me on that very backseat would unexpectedly show up.
Which would take a lot of explaining on my part. Lying, I mean.
Anyway…
“Tim, It looks like a lot of kids have sex here,” I pointed to the many condoms. Almost as if I was shocked at the discovery. “It must be a make-out place now.”
He was studying the floor, too, then nodded. “I guess.”
I think it unsettled him a bit, the obvious evidence of a great deal of sexual activity in the van, even a soiled pair of some girl's silky panties left stuck to the floor. They were partly under the driver's seat.
So maybe the fact that I'd brought him here, me being no stranger to this particular location, caused him concern as well.
I took Tim's hand then and led him to the backseat, pulling him down onto the blanket with me. I could still see the particular cum stains my father had left on it our first time there: an array of dark splotches when he'd pulled his still-spurting cock out of me, his semen jetting out in multiple ribbons between my wide-open young thighs.
And I knew the stains he'd left were mingled with my own little-girl juices.
For some reason, my little pussy always got amazingly wet. Much more than normal, I'd been told many times. It was like I had an endless little oily river in there, that never stopped overflowing.
We'd spent about three hours on that seat, my father and I, in several interesting positions, my dad getting hard repeatedly and fucking me again and again. Of course, I'd sucked his thick cock between each time, to keep getting him stiff.
So that helped.
And it was kind of fun to taste my own juicy lubrication on my father's dick, each and every time I'd done it. We'd both been insanely aroused, crazily so, and I'd had one trembling orgasm after another.
It was the purest father-daughter quality time I'd ever spent with him.
“Tim, you can kiss me,” I prompted, beside him. “I really want you to.”
And so he did, the young boy leaning into me and pressing his mouth eagerly into mine. Our tongues once again found each other as his hands groped at me. I took one of his hands and slid it under my top, straight to my training bra. Then I helped him undo it so he could get to my budding breasts.
“Oh, God,” he breathed as his hands squeezed my bare boobs gently. I was positive they were the first tits he'd ever felt. “They're so firm!”
“It's because you've got me all hot,” I breathed right back. “My nipples are both all stiff, too!”
As if the prove it to himself, Tim's fingers immediately found one of my rubbery pink nipples and pulled at it. He rolled the tiny protuberance between his fingertips and got a dreamy little sigh from me.
It was like electric sparks were going straight from my overly-sensitive nipples down to my even more overly- sensitive clit.
“Keep doing it just like that!” I encouraged him, my breath growing steadily more ragged. “Squeeze my tits. You can suck on them, if you want.”
If he was shocked at my explicit talk, he didn't show it.
Instead, he wasted no time, pushing up my pullover top and my training bra and instantly fastening his eager mouth to first one of my small firm breasts and then the other. Within moments, he was sucking at my pointy nipples hungrily as my breathing kicked up from fast to faster.
“Let me jack you off,” I said then, undoing his jeans and unzipping them. “I want to feel your dick in my hand again.”
Still sucking and kissing my taut pink nipples, Tim nodded.
Then he jerked with a little moan as my fingers enclosed the warm shaft of his cock. It stood up straight and proud from his crotch, the many thin, light blue veins adorning it pulsing along the sides. I gave it a quick squeeze, feeling it twitch quickly in response, then slowly began working my hand up and down.
The head of his hardened penis was swollen a deep red, a single glistening drop of clear fluid at the tiny slit at the very tip.
“I want to suck you,” I offered hesitantly, not certain how my new boyfriend would respond. Was I being too bold, too soon? “Is that okay with you?”
Tim pulled his face away from my bare breasts and sat up, looking into my wide blue eyes. I could tell he was extremely excited at the thought of it, but uncertain about me actually doing it.
Giving him a blow job.
“Really?” he said. “Suck me? Are you sure?”
I nodded. “You're my boyfriend. I want to give you pleasure.”
But he just bit his lower lip, saying nothing, maybe deciding.
So without waiting, I bent down and took his young cock into my mouth, my lips wetly enclosing the swollen head of it as my tongue began licking across it.
“That feels fantastic!” he gasped, a 12-year-old boy getting his first blow job from his first girlfriend. “Use your hand, too, Maureen.”
Still sucking at his throbbing cock, I began jacking him off again, slowly, my small hand moving up and down.
He groaned low in his throat, his hips shifting on the ancient van's seat as I sucked harder at him. I loved the feel of his young dick in both my hand and my mouth, the hardness of it, the smoothness of his flesh, the way the rounded fleshy head of it throbbed the entire time.
“You can come in my mouth,” I let him know. “You're my boyfriend. I'll swallow your cum, if you want.”
He seemed not to hear me at first, but then Tim began gently pushing his skinny ass up off the seat. He was actually fucking me in the mouth. I bobbed my head faster, my hand speeding up, wanting to taste his young cum, to swallow all of it, in fact.
Like I'd said, I was addicted to dick, including the sensation of warm semen filling my mouth. Even the taste of it going down my throat.
I was probably more of a little cum freak than most of the younger girls in The Family Fun Club, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of it at every sex party. Good thing I was so skinny-my mom said there's serious calories in semen, but I still couldn't tell if she was kidding me.
She and my dad loved to kid me all the time.
Anyway, I pulled Tim's jeans open wider and slid a hand into them, my fingers finding the fleshy sack of his
