Vincent Church - Degraded teenager

She watched Daddy drop the belt. He and Lew exchanged furtive glances. There was no denying they wanted her as much as she wanted them. But men were so dumb, she thought, so thick-headed at times. It was as if each was waiting for the other to make the first move.

"Oh…!" She solved the problem by lowering her face to Lew's lap, knowing the sight of her sucking him off would turn Daddy on. She held his wet cock in one hand, drew him into her mouth; and reached for Daddy's fly. Fingers groping, she turned to offer her rear, thinking for sure he wanted her that way.

"Man! Oh God!" Lew pushed down on the back of her head, forcing his joint, still slick and smelly with the juice from her hole, in up to the roots. "Christ! Don't just let her lay there, Sam. Daughter or not, put something in 'er!"

"Uh-huh," gurgled Wendy, sucking noisily, panting for the feel of Daddy's dick up her asshole. She yanked on his rod, pulling him down to his knees. Then she turned further onto her side, trying to stretch the stiffness, frantic for the first lunge, the first stab of pain before her asshole was juiced with the gook from the depths of her bowels.

Daddy groaned, humping, he slapped her hand away. His own hand went to her wet crotch, but instead of the fingers boring up her chute, the place he adored, she felt him at the sloppy cunt Lew had so recently vacated. "Oh Daddy," she sighed at the pulsing dick in her face.

"Now you're old enough for this, too," he told her. His fingers spread her swollen cuntlips, and buried themselves in the slippery passage. "Up your cunt!" he choked. "Remember, honey? You… you always wanted it this way. Stick your big daddy-rod up front for a change, you used to say. Pretty please, Daddy. Up… up my pussy. Jesus! You must've asked me that ten thousand times. But I kept shoving it…" the fingers not working her slit bored into her anus, "there! All the time wanting to screw you the right way, but thinking, Jesus H. Fucking Christ! What the fuck was I thinking about, anyway?" His free hand snaked around to her belly, and splayed over it. He inched forward.

It was the wildest thing. Lying on her side, legs bent at the knee and bottom extended beyond the edge of the cot, she felt his fat cockhead at the place she'd wanted him to shaft her. He was going to do it, she thought: pump cum up her red-hot pussy. After all this time, all the silly objections, the talk of incest, the beatings, he was actually going to drive his hard daddy-dick up her forebelly.

The mere thought made her head swim. She locked her teeth at the roots of the joint in her face, making Lew buck. Lifting one knee high in the air, she reached down between her legs to guide him. But Daddy needed no prompting. Already, before her small fingers got there, the tip of his cock had parted the folds, and was advancing.

Oh God! she thought. God help her! She was going to piss. She was going to piss and fall all to pieces from the sheer wonder of fucking.

"Wha…?" The cock in her cunt leaped as the hot, yellow stream hit the glans.

Lew laughed. "She shit on me once, Sam. At the whorehouse. This is – um! Suck it, baby. Suck! This is some kid you got yourself, neighbor. That first time… okay, I admit I lied about her being the one to start it. I took it. Me! She kept prancing around in them shorts and minis, and man, man oh man! I kept looking and scheming. She kept my dick hard, and she knew it. Christ, Sam, she fucking knew it and liked it. And then, when I finally got her alone in the house that day and got her panties off, and found out she was still cherry – motherfucker! She's some wild little fuck, man." He paused, closing his eyes as if conjuring a vision. "If my little Tish was as wild as her…"

"We can make Tish as wild," interrupted Sam. "A good touch of the belt is all you need. You put a whip to her ass and she'll screw like a bunny. Just as hot, just as fucking tight!" His cock seemed to grow longer, and become twice as fat around. With one final lunge, ignoring the piss running down the front of his pants, he buried the root up in her pussy.

Wendy gulped. The talk had triggered her clit, and now her cunthole was spewing thick love juice, along with the urine. Tish! she thought. She could almost see the tiny brunette thrashing around under the lash of the belt. Tish loved fucking, she knew. She recalled the double-dates, where she let Larry dry-hump her while the other girl went all the way in the front seat of the car. She recalled what Lew had said about Penny and Tish the day he raped her: that they fucked for everybody! She began to move her head up and down; to wiggle her bottom, thinking what a wonderful coming home party it would be if Tish and Mummy and Penny joined her and the men. She thought how they could make the big bed in Daddy's room rock with their lovemaking, and how bygones would really become bygones if all of them – pussies and cocks in unison – could reach orgasm together.

"Oh mother, that's fucking great," grunted Lew. "Sweet little cocksucker. Sweet… sweeter than cotton candy. Work that tongue! Do it, baby. Suck! Keep that mouth moving!"

"And your ass," commanded Daddy. "Roll it, honey. Like you used to do when – Wendy, honey! Babylove! Make it move like when I used to plow you back here. Up…" his finger shot high in her rectum. "All the way up here! Make your ass go like you used to do then. Wiggle it, Wendy. Screw!"

She didn't have to be told inside her ass the flame was demanding more fuel, more cream. Her fingers crept under Lew's balls. She spread the fat cheeks of his ass, and found his anus. She twisted one slender dart in past his sphincter, and made him yelp as Gus had bellowed when she first probed for the trigger. She fucked herself back onto Daddy, moving so fast the cot squeaked, threatening to collapse under their bouncing weight. Raising her head, locking her lips at the head of the rod in her face, she tickled Lew's prostate gland.

"Christ!" Lew's hands, as if trying to crush her skull, applied pressure at either side of her head. His ass shot off the cot, and his dick grew as fat as a soup can, as hard as a spike. "Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!"

Semen as thick as paste blasted off the roof of her mouth. She moaned, and fucked her face down to the clump of coarse cockhair. The stuff clogged in her throat, building until it oozed from the sides of her mouth. She felt it run down her chin, and drip onto her breasts and the cot. She fucked her hips faster, grinding for all she was worth, holding her breath for the moment when the other dick – Daddy's bigger, lovelier, wonderful hardon – reached the bright pinnacle.

"That's it, honey. Wendy! Baby! That's me, babylove. Cuming. Daddy's cum-ingggggggggg!" Daddy's hands locked at her waist, dragging her bottom off the cot, supporting her weight on the cock, which was beginning to piss goo up her cunt.

Her squeal of delight came out muffled. She made her joy known by clamping tight at both ends mouth and cunthole. This was what she'd been born for, she thought, to be used by stiff pricks. To be beaten and bruised and defiled, a receptacle for hot cum.

Silently she thanked Doctor Bruce, the girls at the home, and Lew for having the courage to rape her, to steal her cherry and lie, and have her sent to the place that made her a woman and taught her to love what most girls her age hated. If they only knew, she thought, again envisioning Tish. If she could only teach one – perhaps the tiny brunette – the overpowering joy of domination, the bliss of being mashed beneath the weight of a conqueror, the freedom that came from being debased by a hungry cock, then all she'd been through would be worth it, the fulfillment complete.

But for now she was happy to screw, to drink cum at both ends, to have Daddy's big dick locked tight in her burning pussy at last. And the day was still young, she reasoned. Tish and Penny and Mummy were next door, and perhaps, if she worked it just right, if Lew and Daddy really meant what they'd said about Tish and the belt… perhaps then her homecoming party would end in a sweet, heavenly union.