pleasure.
“I can't believe this!” my mom gasped, her entire nude body vibrating with the sensations coursing through her. “This thing is fucking me so good! Yes, yes, yes! My God, I love it so fucking much!”
I was spellbound, kneeling beside her and watching intently as the big black rubber cock relentlessly pistoned into her juicy cunt, my mother's bare thighs visibly trembling with her building excitement. Her slick pink pussy was so wet she was nearly gushing, the padded bench her bare ass rested upon already shiny with a slick coating of her excess lubrication.
In fact, the entire room already smelled like her sweet pussy.
“Ohhh, God!” she continued to moan, over and over. “It's so good, it's just sofuckinggood!”
Knowing her urgent needs as well as I did, I reached out and lightly touched her cunt just above where the dildo was pistoning into her, at her clit, the slippery pink little pearl swimming in wetness. She jerked with another groan as my fingertips stayed there, gently massaging the most intensely sensitive part of her entire body.
“Keep doing that, sweetie,” my mother moaned, her bare ass rising up slightly off the soaked bench as her feet pressed into the foot-pegs. “You're going to make me come real fast! Uhhh, yes, yes! I'm getting fucked to death here!”
And as I expertly masturbated my mom while her new machine fucked her, my father slid in behind me and knelt down. I felt his hands going around my skinny waist. I smiled at his touch, knowing what he wanted. So I spread my knees apart on the carpet and stuck my bare ass slightly out.
He wanted to fuck me from behind and I wanted him to.
I'll admit again, and again: I love fucking (and coming!) more than anything I could think of. It's my all-time favorite thing to do. Luckily, my parents had a swinger's club where I could get all the fucking I wanted.
And I did.
There were sex parties where I'd get fucked by 10 to 12 different guys, boys and men, from the youngest to the oldest members. My pink preteen pussy would get so wetly excited it was like a little river was running out of me.
And I'd come over and over, moaning and squirming and urging them on. I never wanted it to end once I got started.
Anyway, as I knelt beside my mom's fucking machine, my father's stiff cock slid into my pussy from behind. He entered me with a series of delicious little thrusts that quickly had him buried to the hilt in my wetness.
“Oh, Daddy!” I gave out with a little groan, at that indecently wrong but delicious sensation I knew so well, as my father's cock speared into me. “Do what youwantto me-I'm your filthy little slut in every way!”
Of course, I knew it was a huge sin, a sickness, needing my own dad's dick like that, but it felt too good in my underage cunt to stop. Or resist. The depraved pleasure of it was almost more than I could bear.
“Daddy, I love it when you fuck me,” I breathed to him, a fact he knew well. “Your big hard dick's so deep in me! I'd rather fuck you than anybody else! Really! I love you so much…”
He gripped my narrow hips with both hands, holding me tightly as he started fucking me. When my father was fucking me, it blotted out everything else. It instantly became all I could think about, my concentration so intense at the insane pleasure I was getting overriding everything else in my very young world.
“I love you too, Maureen,” he told me, thrusting the entire length of his cock into me until I was breathing so hard I was shaky. “But you're not my filthy little slut, you're my little sweetheart!”
“No, Daddy!” I insisted, panting. “Iamyour little slut! A dirty slut! I like fucking somuch, I must be! A slut, a filthy little slut! Oh, God, keep fucking me! Harder, Daddy, fuck your dirty little slut of a daughter even harder!”
With my father fucking me from behind, and with my fingers still massaging my mother's quivering clit, I leaned forward and took one of my mom's distended pink nipples into my mouth.
Then I started sucking at it wetly.
“Oh God!” she groaned. “My nipples are so sensitive! You know all my good parts, Maureen, you really do!”
“I'm your dirty little slut, too,” I told her. “I love you, Mom, I do! And Daddy's fucking me so good! Uhhh! My pussy's goingcrazy!”
And my naked, squirming mother had her first orgasm of the night, her body tensing with a sharp groan escaping her lips, the sleek muscles in her bare thighs showing in sharp relief as she jerked up off the bench.
“I'm coming!” she gasped. “I'm coming sohard! Ohhh God! Yes, yes, yes, keep rubbing my clit, sweetie, keep at it! Uhhh! Uhhh! I love you so much, I love you sofuckingmuch!”
My gorgeous blond mom squirmed as if she was suddenly on fire, her swollen nipple hardening even more between my lips, her hips shaking uncontrollably as she climaxed a second time.
The machine fucked her without letup, that huge black dildo pumping into her spasming cunt with a life of its own as she squirmed and strained.
“It's like it's killing me!” she groaned yet again. “Ohhh, God!”
And after panting her way through still athirdorgasm, she went limp with a shuddering gasp.
At the same time, I felt my dad's rigid cock jerk tightly in my cunt, his cum suddenly spurting up into me in thick jets that filled me with further hot wetness. My bare inner thighs were soon soaked with his semen running out of me.
“Daddy!” I thrilled, the sensation of my own father ejaculating into my pussy triggering my own orgasm. “I'm coming, too! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me evenharder! Fuck me!”
And he did.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my skinny hips as he poured all the semen he had into my cunt, shooting it up into me. He fucked me like a madman, pumping his dick into me in an even more furious tempo than the chrome machine had relentlessly fucked my mother.
“Don't stop, don't stop!” I pleaded with him. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me as hard as you can! I'm still coming! Uhhh! Oh, God, I love tofuckso fucking much! Uhh! Just fuck your dirty little slut of a daughter all night!”
And fuck me he did, until it was my turn on the machine.
CHAPTER 5
When Tim and I reached the tennis courts in the park that morning, we discovered every court was taken, with more players sitting around waiting to play next. It would be a long wait.
“We should have gotten here earlier, I guess,” he told me, shaking his head. “Sorry, Maureen, I didn't realize it'd be so busy.”
“It's okay,” I said, then smiled. “Let's go over to our picnic table.”
He gave me a look when I mentionedourpicnic table, knowing what I was suggesting.
The park had many picnic tables scattered throughout its grounds, with several of them fairly private in wooded areas. This was especially true of the picnic setting we'd discovered two evenings earlier, roaming around, just talking and getting to know each other.
It was a small clearing, mostly hidden from view by trees and high bushes, with a wide, rough-hewn picnic table painted dark green. Next to it was a cement and iron-grated barbeque pit.
“All right,” he agreed, nodding. “Maybe the courts will open up a little later.”
“Exactly.”
As we headed over to the table, I took his hand, a bold move for a normal little 11-year-old girl, but not for me. The two of us were silent as we neared it and I was glad to see no one was using it. Tim was clearly nervous, even though this wasn't the first time we'd held hands.
And, of course, we'd already had our hands in each other's pants.
When we'd found the picnic table two evenings earlier, I'd taken Tim's hand then, too, and led him into the partially hidden clearing. He swallowed hard, but then gently tightened his hand on mine, thrilled-I'm certain-that I'd made the first move.
