Vincent Church - Degraded teenager

They fucked until Lew and Daddy popped off, went limp, and pulled out. Then the men – darn them! Wendy protested mentally. Why couldn't they be like her, and fuck forever and ever without getting tired. Instead, they wanted to rest. They spoke in breathless whispers, hands exploring the four naked female bodies while she and Mummy and Tish and Penny were still dying to screw. Despite all she'd learned, all Doctor Bruce and the time at the home had taught her, she didn't think she'd ever really know men.

"One big happy family," said Daddy at last. He grinned widely at her. "Right, honey?"

"Ha! Some family," she countered.

Daddy frowned. Tish and Penny and Mummy stared wide-eyed at her. Lew stopped mouthing her nipples.

"Well, it's supposed to be my party," she blurted, sitting up between the two men. "I was the one who went away for five years and all, and, and – well, oh darn it! What I mean is I… I… oh heck!" She chewed her lip, looking helplessly from one to the other.

"I think I know," offered Daddy. As if controlled by one mind, all eyes glanced his way. "I think what she means is we should be concentrating on her," he added. "Like in the garage – right, Lew?"

"Right!"

Wendy brightened, so happy she thought for sure, she'd bust. She simply couldn't get enough fucking… Her fingers closed tightly about the limp pricks at either side of the bed. "Talk-talk-talk," she teased. "All I get is lots of brave talk and no…"

Daddy cut the half-hearted protest short by turning her suddenly onto her belly. "The belt!" he directed Lew. "What she needs is a few more stripes on her ass, and then a dick up both holes and a cunt or two in the face."

"N-No, Daddy," she objected, pretending to be the innocent girl who first took Lew's big, veiny cock in her cunt. "Not the belt. Please. D-Don't whip meee. Oh Daddy, no. No!"

It did her absolutely no good – it never had! But now she wanted the lash; she wanted the pain to course through her trembling loins, and ignite her nerve ends. She wanted the weight of the five sweaty bodies piled on top of her small frame, crushing the breath from her lungs, making the thrill of orgasm doubly good: superb!

She told them all so by arching her back, and pumping her hips to meet the cruel leather. "N-No more," she cried, spurring them on, making them so frantic to hurt her, to bruise her young, creamy flesh, that even Tish began to yank on her hair.

That Mummy and Penny grabbed one ankle each, spread her legs wide – wider than ever before – and began to stick their fingers up her hot cunthole. The juices flowed from her sex, the continuous orgasm washing her womb, the fiery thrills making her moan and thrash like a cute, red-headed goldfish dropped from the bowl. Then she was cuming and cuming and cuming, then cuming some more, long before the group thrashing ended, and Daddy and Lew rearranged her blissfully tortured limbs for the reentry.

"Man oh man! She sure as hell ain't protestin' now," observed Lew. Lying on his side close in front, hands splayed at the cheeks of her newly welted ass, he set his stiff dick near her cuntlips.

She couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do more than raise one trembling leg over his thigh and dig sharp, anxious fingernails into his shoulders. She sobbed as the dickhead bored home – all the way up, up to her tonsils, it seemed, in one mighty lunge.

"She'll protest some when this fuckin' thing starts to go." Daddy came up behind, and set the awesome knob of his tool at her closed anus. "She'll yell blue, bloody murder until it goes in, but then…!" He drove forward, planting the fat, pulsing glans high in her rectum.

"Oh Daddy," Wendy sighed. "Daddy, Daddy do more. All of it. Up me. Up me!"

Now there was no reluctance, no pretense. She knew it was better when she shouted and cried – better for Daddy. But she was too caught up in the act to make believe anymore. She fucked her hips back, drawing the rest of the prick up her plump rear, then fucked forward, taking Lew back in to the hilt.

Back and forth she went, her belly becoming a cement mixer, a cum-hungry, wanton pussy. One cock dipped in while the other almost slipped free, and then the motion reversed. She was fucking so hard, so furiously and joyously, that her pussy was burning, she knew. Every cute curl on her mound was about to go up in smoke, leaving her swollen sex as pink and new as the cunt on the girl who used to sneak peeks at Daddy's picture fuckbook.

"Let me get in there," said Mummy, wedging herself between the front half of the union – ass mashed in Lew's face, cunthole in Wendy's.

"And I'll bring up the rear." Penny reversed the position, bottom churning against Wendy's hair, wet cunt in Sam's face.

"Hey!" balked Tish.

Wendy reached out, and tore a sigh from the other girl by curling her fingers through the clump of brown pubic hair and up her tight cunt sheath. There were no words to express the joy of her fulfillment. Fucking was wonderful, she thought, and so was smelling and licking and sucking… everything that went with joining naked bodies together in lust.

But what would she do if she had it to do allover again? asked the old Wendy. Would she willingly undergo the shame? The horrid degradation? Coke bottles and broomsticks and being used like an old dishrag?

The new Wendy hesitated only a moment, only as long as it took to move her mouth from Mummy's sopping wet sloppy bush, and cry, "Yes!"

"Huh?" Lew paused in mid-stroke, and looked over Mummy's hip at her.

Dad too paused, letting his big, lovely dick bask in the depths of her chute. "You – ah! You say something, honey?"

"Um!" she moaned, wiggling to get them started again. "I said 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, fucking, fucking, fucking yes!'"

The men took it to mean she was cuming – which she was. And cocks and cunts resumed churning, welcoming her home.