Each revolution sent his huge cock deeper and deeper into my spunk filled anal opening. I could barely stand up as he continued to grind deeper and de...per into my bowels. I moved forward closer to the bed so that my knees were now against the mattress. He held me so I could not lower myself to the bed and punished my butt like a man possessed. Each movement caused me to whimper and whine from the pain and ecstasy he was putting me through. He picked up the pace and began to pound back forth. "Hey, Patti-cake," he said. I could see he was trying to be strong, but I also sensed the anger in him."Daddy, hold my hand," I said.He did and I squeezed his fingers. "Don't be angry, Daddy," I said softly. "It'll take a lot more than that man to keep me out of action."I could see in his eyes the struggle between wanting revenge and just hoping that I would not be paralyzed. I didn't have the words to reassure him. I couldn't see God giving me this chance only to disable me. But I could feel. We have a sort of club. We call it the Squeezebox Club, yeah like the accordion instrument. It's a play on squeezing your vaginal and anal muscles....yeah I know, pretty silly isn't it, but we can send out invitations and everybody thinks we're a musicians' club. And the good thing is nobody ever wants to hear us play, so we can play the sort of games we like." We told Sally to be at our house in three days time, and she could bring members of her club. That'll give us time to warm up mum.That. My blood pressure was rising, my heart pounding, as I crept down to the end of the hall.I could hear the creak of the bed and a female moaning in obvious pleasure. Someone was having sex in his parents' bedroom! Then it struck me! My friend was away, and his parents had found this a good time to make love. I moved silently, my heart in my mouth. My brain screamed at me to leave but my cock told me to stay a while and steal a peek. I had long fantasized about my friend's mother, too. She was a.