” I demanded.He quickly got behind me. And within seconds of getting into position, he shoved his hard dick into my hot aching pussy.“Ahhh…I lov... it. I need it. Give it to me, son.” I screamed.He started pumping hard on my pussy. My two days drought was over, as my pussy was getting as wet as the Niagara Falls. My eyes were rolling back from the pleasure that I am having.“Ahhh…god I needed it. Fuck my brains out. Ahhh…fuck me, make love to mommy. Just don’t let it stop.” I screamed again.My. My hands press against the wall to support myself as you grab my hips and I feel you thrust quickly and deeply into my pussy. Your hand comes up to pull on my hair, your mouth biting gently on my neck before slipping to my ear to growl, "You like that, don't you baby? You like to be fucked like a dirty little slut don't you?" I pant and moan, my pussy juice dripping over your cock as you slide in and out of it in long, hard thrusts. I manage to whimper past half parted lips, "Yes Sir. Please. ”“OK,” I said grudgingly. “I’m in.”The meeting started with the dads and daughters sitting in the living room of a large house in a blue-collar neighborhood about 30 minutes from us. There were seven couples spread out on a sizable sectional couch or standing near the bar. Two couples were sharing the two large leather recliners, what I assumed to be daughters on their dad’s laps.Ed was the facilitator and owner of the house. He was a large biker with a big belly emerging from his leather. "How about the piano then?" she cried, before proceeding to scramble up, first onto the keyboard then onto the top of my mother's Birchwood upright piano."This is it," she said, grinning down at me, squatting and touching her fanny with her finger as though about to start pissing."Oh Jesus," I said to myself. Thinking quickly I rushed out to the kitchen, my idea being to grab a washing-up bowl to catch her piss in and try to restrict the damage. But when I returned she jumped down, and evading.