Vincent Church - Degraded teenager

He leaped from the steps, avoiding the neighbors who wanted to chat with him as he made his way to the hedge. They were already in there, but in their haste they'd left the door partially open, the top slanting into the roof, the bottom two feet above the macadam drive. He stepped through the hedges, and pressed his back to the clapboard. He waited, stripping the belt from his pants, listening for the familiar sounds of Wendy's frantic lovemaking.

For a moment he questioned his motives, thinking that the roll of outraged father – like on the night he'd caught Wendy and her mother together – was absurd. Still, he coiled one end of the leather belt around his fist, remembering how the girl's buttocks quivered, how they turned first pink and then red, and how her ass always seemed better after a lashing. His breathing grew labored. His hand dropped to the front of his pants, rubbing and massaging the throbbing monster within, not caring that anyone passing the drive could see him. He listened to the conversation that floated like the dialogue of an X-rated movie from inside the garage.

"Oh…! N-Not so fucking quick," said Wendy. "Suck my cunt first."

"Fuck that crazy shit," replied Lew. "A tongue ain't near as good as a dick for what ails you, baby."

A long silence followed. Sam could imagine them kissing, Lew's hand up her dress. Or had the bastard already taken off her clothes? he wondered. He concentrated on the hand holding the belt, commanding it to, stop shaking. What would he do in Lew's place, if he were the man, and Wendy, his grown-up Wendy, were Tish Ogden? He wouldn't waste time, he decided, envisioning the cute little brunette. He'd rip the clothes from her body, throw her onto the floor, and have his swollen dick up her cunt before she could even blink. He inched closer, squatting to peer under the raised door.

"Lover!" sighed Wendy as the dress bunched at her waist and Lew's hands went to work on her panties.

"Jesus H. Fucking Christ," complained Lew. "Stop squirming a minute, will ya? Lemme get these fuckin' things off yer ass first. Man, oh man! I ain't never met a bitch as willing as you!"

Slowly Sam's eyes became accustomed to the dim light. He'd forgotten about the old cot Lew kept in the far comer, in the shadows, partially hidden by cardboard boxes. Now he saw the two figures lying there side by side, arms and legs intertwined. He watched Lew rip the black bikini briefs from the girl's hips, exposing her red pussy, her hot gash. Anger tightened the muscles along his back and shoulders, and quickened his pulse. But at the crotch of his pants was a stiffness so hard it persuaded him to remain still and made him watch.

"Baby! They must've given you silicone shots," said Lew, working feverishly to get the dress off her shoulders. "These fucking tits! Jesus! They were apples the last time, and now they're motherfucking cantaloupes."

Wendy arched her spine and offered the braless melons for sucking. Sam could see the rubbery pinkness, like succulent cherries, crowning each lovely mound. He groaned as Lew drew one taut bud into his mouth. He set his jaw, reluctant to admit that in spite of the anger and jealousy, watching another man play on his daughter's body was more exciting than actually ramming his prick up her rear.

"I – um! Ummmmmmmmmm!" Wendy threw one leg over the side of the cot, opening her thighs to display the alluring slit that began low in the silky red curls and sliced down and under the soft; creamy cheeks of her ass in what appeared to be an unbroken breach. "I love that, Lew. Bite them. Chew them! Let me… oh – lover! Oh! Let me feel your teeth."

"Feel this!" Lew guided her hand to the fat bulge in his pants. "Take it out for old Uncle Lew, sugar. Show it some affection."

The zipper made a slight grating sound, brass on brass. It sent a chill up Sam's spine and made his prick discharge the drop of clear gel that precedes fucking manmeat into a girl's belly. He watched Wendy's small fingers free the thing in Lew's pants, and the blood in his temple pounded in time with the rapid up and down jerks of her hand. It was the most captivating scene he'd ever witnessed. He wanted to storm into the garage, yank Lew from the cot, and shove his own prick brutally up the wet pussy he'd been so reluctant to try. But he held back. He'd wait until Lew got it up her, he decided.

The dress bunched like a rumpled apron at her slim waist, the pink and white flesh contrasting starkly with the dingy surroundings. Wendy threw her other leg over the far side of the cot. "Put it in," she demanded, helping Lew into position, steering the cock in her hand into the slippery folds of her sex. "Fuck it to me hard. Real hard, Lew. Hurt me. Make it – um! Oh, make it good!"

"Man!" On his knees between her gaping thighs, cock like a throbbing telephone pole protruding from the open fly of his pants, Lew put the knob in. "Christ, I never – ah! Baby! Ummmmm! I never thought you'd – ah! Turn out this fucking good that first time I took some. And tight! Still so fucking tight. Still like a virgin, the first time all over again. And you're hot! Hotter 'n' a motherfucking – oh! A sweet, fucking, tight blast furnace!"

"Then do it!" sobbed Wendy. "Shove it in! All… all the way up me!"

Sam thought his head was going to explode. He could see the big dick going in, disappearing in jerks, inch by inch, up the girl's cunthole. He could see her round belly tighten, loosen, tighten. Her inner cunt muscles were working, he knew, and he could almost feel the feathery tickle, feel her sucking Lew up her cunt, just as her asshole, her hot, nipping little-girl asshole, had drawn him in to the hilt so many times. He no longer felt anger. Now he felt lust, a new rage so strong, so compelling, that he wasn't aware of the movement that carried him under the door and into the dim interior. He was aware only of the naked asses fucking in unison, and the belt in his hand.

Swiftly he moved to the cot. His gaze met Wendy's. The suppressed laughter was there: her eyes were telling him, as she had demanded of Lew only a moment before, to do it. Do it! His arm made the belt sing through the air.

It was just as she'd planned: better! She felt Lew's big, wonderful cock slam far up her cunt as the belt licked his ass. Oh, it was good that way, so good. She threw her legs around his waist, holding his loins trapped between them. She threw her arms about his shoulders, straining upward, fucking, cuming with each cruel lick of the leather.

Trumpeting like a ruptured elephant – like the elephant Crazy Inez told the crude joke about, thought Wendy – Lew tried to escape her father's wrath. She held fast, arms and legs locked, maneuvering her hips to receive the full thrust of his agony. She watched Daddy's eyes, watched the realization of what was happening dawn. She wanted to laugh out loud, to let the mirth in her gaze echo through the garage. She knew something they didn't: the sadist-masochist thing Doctor Bruce had explained. It was working now, making Daddy lash out like a wild man with the belt, jacking the cum up Lew's throbbing shaft into her pussy.

"Hit me too, Daddy," she gasped, releasing Lew so the belt could get at her.

"She… she's fucking nuts!" bellowed Lew, not yet aware, astonishment and pleasure contorting his face, cream spurting all over the place as his stiff dick popped free of her sopping wet cunthole.

"No! She's lovely!" proclaimed Sam, the look in his eye saying he understood that this was what she wanted, and what he wanted, too. "Lovely! Lovely! Love-ly!" he reiterated, arm rising and falling, bringing welts to her thighs and making the hard prick in his pants piss buckets of jism.

It lasted until both men were sweaty and panting, and Wendy, tears streaming from her eyes but unable to keep her loins still, took Lew's dick in one hand, the wet bulge in her daddy's pants leg in the other, and said, "No more whipping, Daddy. Now it's time. Both of you in me at once – front and rear. I want you both so much."