I gave him a helpless little shrug.
“Daddy, I know, but I wantmorefucking,” I told him. “Like momma just got fucked. But put on a smaller dildo. Like the red one.”
“No problem,” he nodded.
I grabbed a towel from the downstairs bathroom and wiped off the padded bench, not wishing to lie in my own mother's pussy-juices. Yes, it's true I'd licked her cunt many times, starting on my 9th birthday. But if I was going to sit my bare ass in a wet spot, I wanted it to be my own.
“You're all set,” my father said, showing me. “Look at this.”
He'd attached the red dildo, a thick rubber cock about 6” long and slightly curved at the tip. It was a so-called 'G-spot' shape. I nodded my approval to him, then threw a skinny leg over the bench.
“I want it from the rear,” I told my parents. “Doggy-style.”
Unlike my naked blonde mother, I lowered myself face-down, much like riding a racing bicycle. My tiny tits were pressed against the bench, my bare little ass in the air with my bare feet tight against the foot-pegs.
Behind me, my father slid the chrome-arm forward until the curved tip of the red rubber dildo slid into the slick opening of my little slit. Then he lined it up with the G-spot curve face-down, slid it forward another inch into me, and caused me to swallow at the pleasant sensation.
I was a little girl who always liked getting my overly-sensitive pussy touched, even (apparently) by a robot's rubber cock.
“It feels good,” I told him. “So far.”
“Steady,” my dad said.
He put a hand on my bare hip and inched me back until the red dildo was over 3” inside of me. My slick hairless cunt-lips were gripping the rubber shaft of it wetly.
“Now just relax,” he advised. “Let the machine do all the work.”
“Right.”
And as I braced myself, certain I knew what to expect, my father turned the control just slightly so the red rubber dildo slid effortlessly into my little 11-year-old cunt. It paused for less than a micro-second, it seemed, then cycled back out, the slippery friction inside my young pussy almost getting me off right that second.
“Oh, God!” I groaned. “Daddy, I already love it!”
And he turned it up then, increasing the speed with each shivering thrust of the rubber cock going all the way into my cunt. My breath was soon coming so hard and fast I was afraid I'd simply pass out.
“Uhhh!” I panted, squirming my bare little ass in a tight little circle as it fucked me from behind. “It's like nothing I've ever felt! It's killing me, fucking me like this! Oh, God, I'm alreadycoming! Daddy, I'm coming!”
And I came like I'd never felt before.
The knowledge that the fucking machine would continue to do that, fuck me, without ever slowing down or stopping, just a relentless big cock pounding into my cunt until I was exhausted from one orgasm after another, made me come all the harder.
“Don't let it stop, don't let it stop!” I was moaning, squirming as if snakes were crawling all over me. The lewd pleasure in my grade-schooler's pussy was almost too much to bear. “I love it, I love it! God, I'm coming again! Uhhh! Uhhhhhh! Oh, fuck, it's so fucking good!”
And my father, knowing what I loved so well, reached out and gave my sweaty bare little ass a quick squeeze. A moment later, I felt two of his fingers sliding into my slippery asshole.
He began fingerfucking my quivering butt while the fucking machine did its own thing, fucking me until I was almost turned inside out.
“I don't want this to end!” I panted, pumping my narrow hips. “Daddy, daddy, I love your fingers in my asshole, but I'd rather have your dick in my mouth! So I can suck you while I'm getting fucked! I want you to come in my mouth…”
And he laughed.
“That won't be a problem, sweetie…”
And by the time my father moved around to the front of me, his cock hard and throbbing with his need for my mouth, my mother slid over beside the fucking machine and slipped two ofherfingers up my asshole.
“I'm almost melting here,” I croaked, overwhelmed by the sensations in my pussy and my butt. “I'm going to need this machine in my room! Ohhh, God! It's like I'm being fucked to death here!”
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.