“Fine,” she sighed, but was still angry. “And then you'll keep fucking me?”
Her father's voice was strangely silent, and then a female voice, sounding very much like a voice-programmed secretary-type, announced, “Kendra, your father's in a very important meeting at the moment. He'll get back to you as quickly as he can. Goodbye, dear.”
And the sound of an office phone clicking dead confirmed her fears.
Her own dad, after fucking her long and hard to get all the sick pleasure he could out of her sweet little cunt for himself, had bailed on her.
It was just so unfair!
She sighed and slid limply off the soft leather seat onto the floor, her bare feet slipping out of the leather stirrups for the first time in over eleven hours. Her feet did seem sort of sore, she had to admit. And her bare ass was sort of numb, at least in a couple of spots.
Her pussy, on the other hand, was perfectly fine, swollen and soaking wet, but fine, her clitoris still tingling in that special way it had.
And then, in a gradual return to clarity as she lay there, naked and sweaty and dazed, full of robot-cum and staring up at the high ceiling of her penthouse, she realized what she'd been thinking-it was crazy!
The machine was just that, a machine, not her father at all.
A near-fantastic fucking machine, it was true, and one that she'd definitely speak to the techs about, regarding boosting the power and possibly adding a clitoral stimulator, but only a damn machine nonetheless.
And it simply needed maintenance, and a matter of refilling a vital liquid or two, before it could start fucking her again.
In other words, though, it had quit before she had.
Which caused a further realization to come to her: she'd actually out-fucked a fucking machine.
It seemed impossible, but it was true.
And what she'd always considered to be an exaggeration throughout her entire young life had finally proven to be the absolute truth all along. She smiled to herself, a flush of pride spreading warmly within her at the thought of it.
Kendra Wilson had a pussy that just wouldn't quit.
For real.
Student Sex Club
When I started the Student Sex Club with my little sister, Margie, a sweet-tempered blonde 4th-grader two years younger than me, I never expected so many students from our elementary school would join.
The idea came to me late one spring afternoon while I was fucking her in our basement laundry room. The washer and dryer were running loudly beside us, to cover the sounds of Margie's groaning cries of illicit pleasure.
Even though both of our parents were still at work, it was an early habit we'd formed- Margie was something of a loudmouth when it came to sex.
“Fuck me harder, Justin,” she was breathing into my ear. “ Harder! ”
My 12-year-old rigid dick was pounding into her slippery little cunt with a mind all its own. If not with an actual mind, it was very much alive, at least, all youthful nerve endings, throbbing veins and such. And every quick thrust of my bare hips between her skinny legs drove my kid sister into further urgings for: more fucking, harder fucking, deeper fucking and even still faster fucking!
For a little 10-year-old, she knew exactly what she wanted.
“Ohhh, it feels so good!” she kept moaning. “Make me come again, just one more time! Uhhh! More, more! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, God, Justin, I love fucking so much! I could fuck all day and night!”
See?
It was the perfect set-up down there.
Margie's bare little ass was squirming around in the large pile of laundry to be done next. We often screwed on the laundry pile so her juicy underage pussy, flowing like a tiny river, would empty itself into the dirty clothing to be soon washed.
Washed by us.
Even though every kid we knew hated doing laundry, or even picking up or throwing their dirty clothes into the hamper, we both helped out around the house any way we could.
And when I came, a small river in its own right, my narrow but thrumming dick usually spurted out more cum than Margie's bald cunt could accommodate. So doing it on the dirty laundry pile, we were assured that the backwash of my young semen-and the big sploogy mess it made when I pulled out-would also end up on the soon-to-be-washed clothes.
Good plan, right?
“Your tight pussy's sucking me off,” I panted to my sister, her slim bare thighs warmly spurring me on to even more feverish thrusts. Margie needed a really energetic fucking once she got started. “I'm gonna come real fast, sis.”
She nodded tightly, her blue eyes closed to half-slits, her breath so hot against my cheek it was like I was fucking a furnace. But a furnace with an exceptionally wet and tight young pussy.
“I need to come again,” she said, shakily.
And she began grinding her pubic bone up into me, working her tiny clit up against the base of my cock so she could come one more time. If I was going to come once, she wanted to make certain she came twice. If I came twice, she needed three times. She was like that-very competitive, sexually.
Fucking her was always like an Olympic event.
“Justin, stick your finger up my butthole.”
That always helped her come in a hurry, too, fingerfucking her overly sensitive asshole. I was already cupping the rubbery cheeks of her squirmy 10-year-old ass with both hands, but as soon as my finger found the tightly puckered opening between them, she came.
Not surprisingly, she started bucking beneath me like she had an electric wire up her ass.
“Ohhh, God,” she panted, her bare thighs gripping my hips tighter as I rode her through it. “I'm coming really good! Fuck me, Justin, keep fucking me! Ohhh, yes, yes, yes! Fuck the shit out of me!”
I admit, over the last year or so, she'd learned all the dirty talk from me.
And from the computer in my room, the Internet the best educator ever when it came to uncensored studies of sex. With our parents both working, we'd studied every aspect of sexual fun every chance we could. Usually as Margie whacked me off.
It was my computer, so I had to get something out of the deal.
Down in the laundry room, Margie's spasming pussy still wetly grabbed at my skinny dick, squeezing it repeatedly as I ejaculated into her. As always, the sensation was overwhelming for me, when my 12-year-old balls emptied themselves into the very center of my own kid sister.
“Uhhh!” I panted, fucking her even faster as multiple spurts of my warm semen filled her up. “Margie, your cunt's sucking the cum right out of me! Ohhh, God, you're such a slutty little girl! I love it!”
“I'm still coming,” she told me, her heels digging into the laundry pile as she pushed her crotch up into me. With her bare arms around my neck, she was nearly squeezing me to death. “Fuck me more! Fuck me! Don't stop, don't stop! ”
And so it went, the two of us youngsters squirming our naked sweaty bodies against one another on that pile of dirty laundry until we were finally both limp and spent and trying to catch our respective breaths.
When my cock finally slipped out from between her sprawled-open legs, a large splurt of my cum oozed wetly out of her swollen slit and got on one of my mom's good blouses.
I looked at it, studied it.
“That'll take some pre-soaking,” I told Margie. “But I think it'll be okay.”
I stood up in the laundry room, the washer finally finished as it made that chunking noise. But the dryer kept hotly going. The usual weird lint smell was in the air, mingling with the hot underage-pussy-full-of-cum smell of my little sister.
It wasn't a problem. I knew the odor would be gone before our parents got home, sometime after six or so.
Margie was still lying on her back, her eyes closed and her slender bare legs spread wide, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Her slick hairless pussy was one of the most exciting sights I'd ever seen in my young life, pink and perfect and still glistening with her wetness.