Horizontal Dancing or Dancing the Fuck

When the doorbell rang Martha went to the door and lead Brad into the livingroom. Brad introduced himself and shook hands with John. "Hello Mr. Baker, my father speaks very highly of you; according to him you're his right-hand man."

"So, you're Walt's son. You look a lot like him - tall, muscular. I would think you could have a date with almost any girl you wanted. So, why do you want to take my eight-year-old daughter out?"

"Well sir, I'm an only child. I never had a kid sister or kid brother and I feel like I have missed out on something. So when I met your daughter, I felt like she would be a perfect kid sister. She doesn't have an older brother, so I just wanted to be a big brother for her and show her a good time. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, I suppose that kind of relationship could be beneficial for both of you."

Brad looked at his watch and then at John and Martha. "It's getting late; if we're going to get to the drive-in for the first movie, we'll have to hurry."

Martha led Brad out into the hallway and then whisper into his ear, "Damn, that's the best snow-job I've heard in a long time. You're good. You stand here by the door and I'll go get Melissa. Be ready to leave in hurry."

Martha went upstairs, took Melissa by the hand and led her down the stairs. As they started down, Brad looked up and saw Melissa's bare cunt under her short skirt. His cock stiffened and stretched the front on his trousers. He had only fucked a few eight-year-old before, and he was looking forward to doing this little girl in style. As Martha had suggested, he had been celibate for two and an half days. Since third grade Brad had managed shag at least one piece of ass everyday of his life. He had never held out this long, and so right now he was hornier than he had ever been in his whole life.

When Martha reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw how Brad's massive bulge had tented the front of his pants. She knew he hadn't exaggerated about the size of his organ. He was packing a big gun, and he was planning to shoot that gun, point-blank, inside Melissa's tight little cunt.

Martha turned into the livingroom with Melissa walking behind her. She walked to the end of the couch where Melissa's Dad was sitting. As she reached the couch, Melissa moved around behind her Dad to give him a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. Then she moved back behind her mother and headed toward the hall while her mother gave her cover by kissing John on the cheek and lips. By the time Martha had finished, Brad and Melissa were out the door. John never had a chance to see how Melissa was dressed.

Martha caught up with Brad and Melissa just as they reached Brad's car. Brad opened the front passenger-door for Melissa. Then he opened the rear door for Martha. As Brad was walking around to the driver's side, Martha leaned forward and whispered, "Honey, don't sit next to the door; scoot over by the steering wheel. You always want to sit as close to your date as you can."

When Brad climbed into the driver's seat, his right thigh was in direct contact with Melissa's left thigh. Brad started the car and drove toward the drive-in.

They had only gone a short distance when Melissa said, "Mom, Brad has his hand between my knees!"

"Honey, are you squeezing his hand?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, you have to open your knees so he can move his hand around."

"Oh." Then after several moments of silence, "OOOOOOH MOMMY, he's got his finger inside me."

Martha leaned forward and in a very soft voice asked, "How does it feel, Honey."

"What do you mean?"

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Does it feel good?"

"Well, I guess so. But . . . But . . . Oh jez . . . Oh jez . . . Oh yes, right there Brad. Oh golly, that really, really feels good. Oh Mommy, Brad knows where to rub me."

"I know, Sweetheart, but I need to talk to Brad.

"Brad, I really don't appreciate multitasking drivers particularly when my daughter is in their car. You can't drive a car and entertain my daughter at the same time. If you don't mind my suggesting it, I wish you would pull over as soon as you can. Then you and Melissa can come back here and I'll drive the car. That way you can entertain my daughter and not have to worry about having an accident."

"Mrs. Baker, that sound like a wonderful idea."

Brad steered the car to a stop near the curb. Melissa and Brad got into the backseat and Martha took control of the steering wheel.

Except for the sound of kissing and shifting, all was quiet in the backseat for a few minutes and then . . . "Mommy, Brad's trying to take off my skirt!"

"Brad, there's a zipper with a hook at the top; just pull the zipper all the way down and unhook the top; it should come right off."

Martha heard the raspy sound of a zipper and then the soft sound of a skirt being pull down over a pair of young, slender legs. Then it was quiet again until Melissa reported on Brad's next manouevre. "Mommy, Brad is down between my legs and he's kissing me down there; and, oh golly, he's not just kissing me; he's licking me, and licking that spot that feels so good; he's licking me and making me feel funny all over; oh Mommy, what going happen to me; oh yes Brad, right on my little stiff spot, yes, lick it and . . . and oh yes use your finger too . . . Ooooooooooh yeeeees . . . Oh golly jez . . . I . . . I . . . Aaaah . . . Aaaaaaaaah . . . Don't stop now . . . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. . . .Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

Then there was a long, drawn-out sigh which suggested little Melissa had just had her first meltdown. And then, "Brad, hold me real tight, and then do it again . . . Please?"

Martha almost burst out laughing. Melissa had just gotten her rocks-off and was begging for more. Her horny little angel was on her way to becoming her horny little fuck-slut. Martha couldn't have been more pleased. Only now, Martha found her own pussy was dipping and her panties were soaked.

Martha's finger found her swollen clitoris and began to massage the little pink bauble. After the lecture she had given Brad about multitasking drivers, she wondered if what she was doing would be considered multitasking. It probably would, but what is a horny lady supposed to do?

Brad must have sat up in the backseat because all of a sudden he said, "Mrs. Baker, you missed the drive-in; it must be ten miles back."

"I rented a cabin on Cedar Lake. I thought you and Melissa might like to play in a real bed instead the back seat of a car."

"Mrs. Baker, you are one classy lady." Then leaning slightly forward, he saw in the glow of the dash-lights, Martha finger strumming her clit. "Mrs. Baker, would you like some help?"

"What kind of help?"

"Well, normally I'd do the job myself. But tonight I'm saving everything for Melissa. I think she deserves it, and from the way she got off, I think she needs it. But I have some buddies who would love help out a pretty lady like yourself."

Martha pulled her hand away from her clit and said, "Thanks Brad. You're very thoughtful, but I'm not sure it's worth the risk."

"There wouldn't be much risk, and besides, Matt's cock is about an inch and a half longer than mine - an easy twelve inches. Terry and I are almost twins below the belt. His prick is the same size and shape as mine except he's not circumcised. Buck's cock is a little short - just nine and a half inches, but he's got a real cunt-stretcher. The helmet on his soldier is about the size of a baseball. He only fucks ladies who've had babies. The others just can't take it. He would fuck your pussy like it's never been fucked before. But I should warn you, Buck is black and so is his cock."

In a husky voice Martha asked, "Can you call them from the cabin?"

'Sure. I'll ask them come up around eleven. That'll give me time to get Melissa loosened up. They may want a little piece of her too; would you object?"

"Not in the least, I think a girl should get all the experience she can while she's still young."

"Good. Now I think I better suck your daughter off again; I want to keep her squeeze-box nice and oily until we get to the main event."

Martha listened while Brad went back to sucking her eight-year-old daughter's pussy. In the next ten minutes Melissa screamed, moaned, and panted her way through two more violent orgasms. Martha now knew she was wrong to have kept her little girl horny for so long. Melissa's body had been seeking sexual release for over three years. And now all of that horniness and frustration was being released in one violent surge after another. All of a sudden her daughter seemed insatiable. She didn't want her daughter to become a nymphomaniac, but she was worried. And at the same time, she was excited. She now understood that her daughter's body desperately needed the kind of release that only good sex could provide. As a good mother, she realized that from now on she would have to make sure that Melissa got all the sex she needed.

They arrived at the cabin at 9:30. The cabin was the most secluded on the lake. Brad carried Melissa into the cabin. She was completely nude. Her sandals, skirt, and top lay on the floor of the car. He took her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Then he emptied his pockets onto the dresser and picked up his cell phone to call his buddies.

"Shit, there is no signal up here."

"It's okay. Use the phone in the front room."

Brad plsce his cell phone on the dresser with the rest of his stuff and left to call his three friends. Martha stripped off her clothes and laid down with her daughter. The mother started slowly by kissing Melissa on her forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, chin, and finally, on her mouth - a full, loose-lipped, french-kiss which touched every corner and crevice of Melissa's oral cavity.

The little girl was panting for breath by the time the kiss ended. She continued to gasp for air as Martha began to tease and torture Melissa's beautiful brown nipples. Martha watched with total amazement as the little girl's hips came up off the bed and executed a graceful series of bumps and grinds simulating the act of fornication. Melissa hadn't been fucked yet, but her body instinctively understood the rhythms and motions of sex.

"While we're waiting for Brad to finish with his telephone calls, would you like to have me lick you down there?"

Melissa responded with a question. "Can girls do it to other girls?"

Martha answered by slipping down between her daughter's thighs. The outer lips of the child's cunt were so swollen, they stood erect and stiff like a man's prick. In their erect state, they formed a perfect oval round the bright pink interior of the child's cunt. Every part of the child sex was visible. Martha inserted her finger into the tightness of Melissa's vagina. The child was wet with readiness. There was an opening about the size of a dime in the lower right-hand margin of Melissa's hymen. It was through this opening that Martha probed her daughter's channel. There were seven or eight smaller holes, which randomly punctured the little maiden's membrane. Her hymen looked a little bit like a lacy spider-web, and as such, it offered only limited protection. There was enough maidenhead left to prove her virginity, but not enough to interfere with the progress of a well-driven prick. Martha smiled as she thought about Brad's big cock obliterating this tender little membrane. She reached out with her tongue and lick across the opening to Melissa's vagina. This was the last time she would be able to lick Melissa's cherry because in just a few minutes it would be gone forever.

Martha used the tip of her tongue to lick and probe Melissa's tiny piss-hole. "Oh Mommy, if you keep licking me there, I'll have to pee." Martha kept licking, but Melissa held her bladder in check. "Too bad," Martha thought. "Next time I'll have her drink a gallon of Kool-Aid; that'll make her piss for me."

Next Martha turned her attention to Melissa's joy button. It was so swollen, it was out of shape. Instead of having a nice smooth, pink head, the glans of Melissa's clit looked like a large, plump, and very bumpy berry. Its color was flaming-red. Melissa's powerful sex-engines had pumped so much blood into her clitoris that the outer walls had bulged out in all directions causing her little nubbin to look like a bumpy raspberry.

Melissa's clit must have expanded to more than twice it normal size. The skin of her hood was being held back by the size of her swollen button. Martha reached out with a finger and thumb and tried to pull the hood back over the child's clit. It wouldn't move; Melissa's clit was too big to fit inside her hood. Martha pulled on the hood again, and Melissa moaned and raised her hips.

"Oh Mommy, make me feel funny again."

Martha laughed. Melissa's had experienced the sweet agony three times in past hour and didn't even have a word for it. She didn't say, "Make me cum again." She didn't know the words - "orgasm" or 'climax," and she didn't know phrases like, "get your rock off," "shoot your wad," "blow your engines," or "pop your cookies." Martha found such innocence particularly attractive in a child with a mature sexual apparatus and who was so obviously horny.

"She just wants me to make her 'feel funny again.'" So Martha smiled at her daughter and said, "I'm gonna make you feel real funny this time." Then she took hold of Melissa's swollen raspberry and started to squeeze and roll the berry between her thumb and finger.

The reaction was immediate. Melissa's hips sprang off the bed. Her head rolled from side to side. Her jaw fell open as she panted for air. Over and over she shouted her three favorite childish obscenities: "golly," "wow," and "jez." These were interspersed with long, drawn-out "ayahs" and "oohs."

Martha began to toy with Melissa by stimulating the child's clit just enough to bring her to the blink of orgasm, and holding her at that point, but not allowing her to pass beyond. Martha enjoyed watching her daughter suffer the agony of denied gratification. The longer she could keep the child in the limbo between agony and ecstasy, the more intense her release would be when it finally came.

Melissa's breasts and forehead were beaded with perspiration. Her nipples stood like tall beacons of lust. The muscles of her neck and face were strained to form a grimace of unresolved passion. Juices from her yawning pussy puddled the sheets. Sexual energy radiated from her body in the form heat.

After several minute of clit-torture, Martha took pity on her daughter. She placed Melissa's swollen clitoral knob between her teeth. She bit down on the shaft behind the bloated knob, and then used her tongue to whip the poor abused bud.

Melissa's whole body jerked each time Martha's tongue slapped the child aching clitoris. Melissa simply exploded. Her body elevated off the bed. Her screams echoed off the walls and across the lake. It lasted for more than a minute.

"Oh Mommy that's the best one yet."

"Did you like it?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Now you have to do me."

"What do you mean?"

"I licked you; now it's your turn to lick me."

"But I don't know how."

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, I'll teach you how."

Martha laid back, spread her knees, and proceeded to give her daughter a guided tour of female sexual anatomy. She was careful to explain all the points of interest: the inner and outer lips, the vagina, the asshole, the piss hole, the hood, and of course, the clitoris. By the time Martha had finished, Melissa understood the function, sensitivity, and vocabulary associated with each of these anatomical structures.

Having completed the theoretical portion of this little tutorial, Melissa was ready to move onto the more practical aspects of sucking her mother off. Melissa definitely had amateur status as a pussy-eater. But she was a talented amateur with genuine potential for improvement. At first, her touch was a bit too gentle, but as she noted her mother's response to these soft touches, she became bolder, more adventurous, and even a bit creative. Soon she was actually chewing on her mother's bud while shoving her whole fist into the very same hole through which she had entered the world. Martha screamed words of encouragement as she exploded into a series body-wrenching orgasms. After several more minutes of clitoral and vaginal stimulation, Martha had to squeeze her thighs tightly together in order to protect her oversensitive cunt from further abuse by her daughter's enthusiasm.

Once the sexual fog lifted from Martha's mind, she saw Brad standing in the doorway smiling at the mother/daughter tableau spread out on the bed before him. Martha smiled back. "Why don't you take off your clothes and show Melissa what you got for her?"

As Brad was striping, Melissa asked her mother, "Does Brad had something for me?"

"He sure does, Honey. The best present a girl can get."

"Is it something I can play with?"

"Um hum."

"A toy?"

Brad had finished stripping and was standing by the bed holding the biggest cock Martha had ever seen. It was at least eleven inches long and as thick as Melissa's wrist. "Honey, he's got the biggest toy I've ever seen, and it all for you, Honey. I hope you enjoy it."

Melissa appeared confused; so Martha had the girl sit on the edge of the bed. The mother took a firm grip on the base of Brad's prick and rested the bulbous head on the youngster's cheek near her mouth. "Honey, this is the kind of toy big-girls like to play with. You can start by pretending it's a great big lollipop and giving it a nice long lick. Then you can pretend it's a soda straw and try to suck root beer from it. But best of all you can pretend it's a sword and you're a lady sword-swallower at the carnival and can take it all the way down your throat."

Martha released her grip as the child turned her head and allowed this wonderful new toy to slip between her lips. With Melissa's head held gently between the palms of his hands, Brad guided the child's mouth over his cock. He moved her head forward and back. Each forward movement took the cock deeper into the child's mouth until it was massaging the girl's tonsils.

Melissa appeared to have some natural talent for fellatio, but nonetheless, Martha felt moved to provide her daughter with verbal tips and instruction on the fine art of cocksucking. "That's it Honey, keep your teeth out of the way. Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. Take it as deep as to can, but try not to gag on it. Use your hands to hold it down here at the base. Good. Now pull it out and use your tongue to lick it all over, from top to bottom. Good. Now put it back in your mouth and suck it as deep as you can. Good girl!"

While Brad always enjoyed good oral sex, he usually preferred to fuck-off rather than to be sucked-off. So he pulled out and whispered in Melissa's ear, "Lay down, Sweetheart, and I'll show you something special."

Brad went to the dresser and retrieved a foil package. When Martha realized Brad was about to put on a condom, she stopped him by placing her hand on his and saying. "Don't you think everything ought complete natural the first time a girl has sex? I think real skin feels ever so much better than latex. Why don't you put that thing back on the dresser and save it for some other girl?"

"But I thought the way Melissa's developed, she might get pregnant."

Martha gave Brad a sly little grin and said. "Yes, she just might."

"Is this a good time of the month for her?"

"Excellent! According to my calculation, this should be the most fertile day of her cycle." Martha smiled and held eye contact for a moment, and then add, "I think she'll look real cute with a big belly, don't you?" Then after a pause she asked, "Do want her baby to call you daddy?"

Brad gave Martha a smile of understanding. He replaced the unopened condom package back on the dresser and stretched-out on top of Melissa.

Martha lay down beside her daughter. "Honey, Brad going to teach you a special dance you can do using his toy. Just remember when two people are dancing, they both have the move, and they have to move together, and the woman has to follow the movements of the man."

"Mom, can we do this dance lying down?"

"Yes Honey, you can do it lying down."

Martha reached between the reclining couple and positioned the head of Brad's cock at the entrance to Melissa's vagina. Brad whispered into Melissa's ear, "This might hurt a little bit at first, but after that, everything will feel really nice. I'm gonna make you feel good all over." And then, without any hesitation, Brad thrust his huge cock halfway up the little girl's belly completely destroying the child's maidenhead in the process.

Melissa's reaction was instantaneous. Her face wrinkled, big tears welled out of her eyes, and she began to bawl. "Oh Mommy, something got tore."

"Oh Honey, I'm so sorry; does it hurt?"

(Sniffle) "A little bit, (sniffle, sniffle) but will I be okay?"

"Oh Honey, you're gonna be just fine."

"I will?"

"Yes, you will; you're going to be just about perfect. And now it's time for you and Brad start dancing."

And dance they did. For the next forty-five minutes, Brad and Melissa fucked. Brad moved his cock ever deeper into the little eight-year-olds mature pussy. Melissa might have been a little child in most ways, but her sexual apparatus and her sexual appetite were those of a mature woman. As Brad pushed down, Melissa pushed her butt up to receive maximum penetration. After her first vaginal orgasm, she wrapped her arms and legs around her lover and surrendered herself to the total enjoyment of deep fornication. "Oh Brad, it feels so good when you push it all the way in. And I like it when you go fast and then slow and then fast and then slow again. Mommy, what do you call this dance?"

"It called fuck."

"Oh Mommy, I like doing the fuck; it's a lot more fun than the hokey-pokey."

Brad managed to hold on to his wade until after Melissa had her second vaginal climax. Then he sent millions a little tadpole sperm searching Melissa's tubes for her ripe egg.

Brad and Melissa laid side-by-side on the bed and rested for a few minutes. When Brad finally pulled out, Martha smiled at the beautiful gray scum oozing out of Melissa's yawning cunt. Martha took control of Brad's prick by popping it into her mouth. She soon had Brad's soldier standing at attention for a second round. Martha positioned Melissa on her hands and knees and guided Brad's cock into the child's quim for a nice deep doggie fuck. Brad rocked the girl back and forth on his eleven-inch tool forcing her cunt to accept his long deep strokes. Melissa was sweating. Her jaw hung open and saliva drooled out the side of her mouth. Her tits swung like two heavy pendulums keeping time with the rhythm of Brad prick. The child looked like she was stoned on sex. Melissa orgasmed and Brad pumped his second load of rich sperm into the child's fertile womb.

They were resting from this second bout when they heard a knock at the door. Brad went to the door. He returned a few minutes later with his three buddies who had stripped off their clothes in the other room. Martha smiled at the boys cocks. She recognized Matt by the lengthen of his cock. His was the longest - an easy twelve inches. Terry's cock looked a lot like Brads except for the fact that he wasn't circumcised. And Buck's cock, like Buck himself, was very black and it looked like someone had cut ten inches off the fat end of a baseball bat and painted it black.

Martha drooled, and Melissa looked scared. "Mommy, what are we doing now?"

"Honey, we're going to have a party."

After Brad had completed introductions, Martha asked Terry to lie down between her and her daughter. The other three boys took up positions at the edges of the bed where they could watch the fun. "Now honey, I want to show you something about Terry's cock that's different from Brad's. You see he has this skin that covers the head. When you want to play with his cock you have to pull the skin back like this. See now it looks like Brad's cock.

"Honey, I want you to put his cock in your mouth and give him a nice suck, but be sure you hold his cock with your fist so you can keep the head skinned back"

Melissa followed her mother's instruction with perfect results. The little girl soon had Terry moaning and propelling his hips forward while squeezing his abdominal muscles and tightening his buttocks. "Honey, Terry is almost ready to shoot a nice big gob of gooey cum into your month, just like the stuff Brad shot into your pussy."

Without releasing her grip, Melissa pulled her mouth off Terry's cock and gave her mother a puzzled look. "What if I swallow some of his stuff?"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart; it'll just taste a little bit salty, but it's good for you. I like the way it tastes. I hope you like it too."

With this reassurance, Melissa went back to sucking Terry's uncircumcised eleven-incher. She was soon rewarded with seven long, thick jets of hot sperm. The youngster's throat muscles worked hard to transfer Terry's heavy load from her mouth to her stomach, and except for a few small trickles which escape from the corner of her month, Melissa ingested every drop of Terry's milky ambrosia.

As Melissa let the head of Terry's softening cock slip from between her lips, her mother asked, "How was it?"

"Good, I kind of liked it, but can I do the fuck dance some more?"

"Sure Honey, lay down; I'm sure Matt would love to be your dancing partner." This was all the invitation Matt needed. He climbed on top of little Melissa, and Martha guided a twelve-inch cock into her daughter's sloppy box.

Once Matt and Melissa were well coupled, Martha stretched out next to them and invited Buck to mount her. It was Martha's first interracial fuck and it was also the fattest prick her poor cunt had ever swallowed. Buck's black monster stretched all the wrinkles out of Martha's white pussy. Buck stayed with Martha while the other three boys took turns doing Melissa.

Once Matt blew his load into Melissa's futile notch; Terry, who was hard again, climbed on top of the child and, eventually, blew his load against the youngster's cervix. Then Brad took another turn with his date. When Brad finished, Matt turned Melissa over and fucked her from behind. Then Terry took her from behind. Then Brad lay down and let Melissa get on top and to take a horsey back ride on his prick. While she was so occupied, Terry used some K-Y Jelly to open and stretch Melissa's tight pooper. Once her little brown anus had loosened up a bit, he pushed the head of his cock past the little girl's sphincter. Brad held himself and Melissa perfectly still while Terry completed his insertion into the eight-year-old's asshole. Once he was well buried, Brad and Terry started to double fuck little Melissa. The sensation of two pricks moving against each other while separated by nothing more than the thinnest of membranes threw Melissa's hyperactive sex-engine into overdrive. She exploded into a series of orgasms which seems to go on forever.

Meanwhile, Buck managed to give Martha three thick injections of black baby seeds. Buck had just pulled out after giving Martha her third injection and Martha was preparing to give Buck some head to restore his erection, when she glanced at the clock and realized it was well past two o'clock in the morning. "Oh my God Brad, we've got to get Melissa home; it's almost 2:30. If John's up when we get home, he'll have a fit."