It was cold, big and thick. It was good quality, feeling like a real dick, if a real dick was that big. I'd never felt a real dick that big, so I coul...n't say for sure.She fucked me like she owned me. Pulling my hair and smacking my ass, she had me bucking in no time. I pushed myself to her with each thrust, feeling the dildo stretching me. She pounded away at me, and I wondered how long she would go on. She could go on forever if she had the stamina. I wanted Arlen to make my pussy sore, not. My face red, tears rolling down my cheeks, my body shaking and curled up trying to protect itself but it didn't work. My Father's hand kept my hands in place while the other one kept coming at my face. He was drunk again, way too drunk. I was crying, begging, pleading him to stop, but he didn't. My mother stood behind him yelling and screaming trying to pull him off me but he kept pushing her to the floor. "Shut up bitch!" he yelled at her, "Shut the fuck up!" Another blow on me.You're probably. You really are the bee’s knees of a stud.”“Well thanks for your kind remarks Tony; but perhaps you should save them until after you have seen what I can actually deliver.”“Listen stud, with that monument of a fuck-stick between your legs, I have no doubt at all that you can and will deliver. So shall we cut the chase and get down to work. Come on Kyle, push that rock-hard tool of yours into me as far as you can and try to take me to heaven and back.” And with that exhortation Tony bent further. I was a young little girl and was fascinated at seeing boys and daddies with their cocks swinging back and forth and the open feeling about being naked and having sex. I had already seen lots of people in the woods at the camp, doing naughty things when they thought no one was looking and watching men and women having sex up there just off the trails. My girlfriend and I use to hide in the woods, hoping to see people doing things like that and we even saw men with other men and women do things.