James Barton - X-rated daughter

Paul sighed and lay with his arms about Wendy's soft young body. Her hand had strayed to his leg and he felt her rubbing him gently as his hand waved up from her cunt to her belly.

"Sleep tight, little lady… I think I may just keep you for myself," he said and kissed the nape of her neck.

"Paul…" she whispered softly. "Please don ever hurt me."

He nuzzled her neck and said, "Go to sleep, Wendy… go to sleep."

Wendy sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She felt warm and secure in the shelter of Paul's arms despite the fact he was the man responsible for her plight. She knew somehow, that she had submitted far too easily to the entire situation and that bothered her. Just a few hours before, she had been an innocent young virgin. Now – though her virginity remained intact – she had experienced and seen more than she might have conjured up in her wildest imagination. She knew what lay in store for her, bait somehow that didn't bother her as she felt Paul's prick soften, then slip out of her asshole.

Again, she sighed and pressed her body against Paul's warmth. Tomorrow, she decided, tomorrow I'll try to run away!

And with that thought, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep of exhaustion.

Wendy's dreams were scattered. She'd dreamed of being at home in her own bed. And in the dream her beloved father came to her. He climbed into bed with her and did the same thing Paul had done. But with him, she was not ashamed, and she snuggled to him as his hands caressed her body. Stella was in her dream too, but it was not actually Stella – it was her mother. Then, the dreams passed and she slept.

Wendy awoke slowly. Her first awareness was that she was not in her own room in her parents' home. A chill went through her body as bits and pieces of memory came to her and she recalled snatches of the previous day's experience. She squeezed her, eyes tightly shut and tried desperately to cut off the images that forced their way into her mind's eye, but she could not. Too much had happened to her, too many things had changed. And as a sob welled up in her throat, she realized that she had changed.

Beneath the covers, a hand touched Wendy's thigh and ran upwards to her hip. It lay there warmly and she choked back a sob as she turned to see who the person was.

"Thought you were gonna sleep all day," Trudy remarked and smiled as Wendy looked at her.

Immediately, Wendy thought of her younger sister Sandy, and the many times they had awakened in the same bed to cuddle warmly. The tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head slowly as Trudy reached out and gathered her into her arms. The dam of her emotions broke and Wendy cried openly as the girl held her and soothed her with words of solace.

"Let it out, Wendy. I know how you must be feeling. Just cry," she told her and pressed the girl's head to her shoulder.

Wendy allowed the girl to hold her close as she sobbed out her grief. She snuggled close to the warmth of Trudy's body and their legs entwined as the tears streamed down her face onto Trudy's naked breast.

Trudy smiled to herself as she comforted the shaken girl. The first morning was always the most difficult, she knew, and she recalled the morning the tiny black girl had awakened in tears when she found she was not in her own home. How differently she had felt! And Trudy recalled her own departure from her parent's home…

Trudy had seen the man in the car on two occasions but she had paid him little mind. She was always being followed, it seemed, and always by a strange-looking man. That evening, she had returned home late and she found her father waiting for her with three of his friends.

"Just where the hell have you been, you little tramp?" he asked loudly as she closed the door and looked about the room.

Her mother was sitting in the kitchen, glass of beer in her hand. Trudy shrugged and told her father, "I went to a movie… I told mom I was going."

"Yeah… well from now on, you let me know where the hell you're goin'. Understand?"

Trudy looked at her father and a deep hate welled up in her chest. She clenched her teeth and replied, "Yes, father."

Her father laughed and reached out and took hold of her arm. As he pulled her to him, he looked at the three men sitting on the couch. "This is one hot little piece, boys… and if the price is right, she'll take all three of you on at once!"

Trudy chilled as she heard her father's words. He had forced her to make it with two men before, but never three! She looked from one man to the other and saw the raw lust etched on their features – two of them were her father's age and the third was a bit younger. She cringed as she thought of having sex with all of them at once, but she knew it would be of no use to plead with her father. The money she made them kept him in whiskey and paid most of their bills.

"Can she suck a prick?" the youngest one asked harshly. Trudy's father laughed. "This little bitch can suck a prick like you've never seen!" he bragged. "She sucks pussy, pricks, assholes and anything else you might have around!"

The three men laughed in unison and one of the older ones gestured toward the kitchen, "You mean she'd suck your old lady's snatch if you told her?"

"Listen… this kid knows what's good for her. She'll do anything I tell her… anything!"

The three men exchanged glances, then held a hurried conversation. The one who had spoken last stood up from the couch, drained the beer he was drinking and belched. He walked to where Trudy stood by her father and smiled down at her.

"Is that right, little lady… you'd suck your own momma's snatch while we watched?"

Trudy swallowed thickly and glanced toward her mother in the other room. She nodded her head slowly and replied, "I'll do anything he tells me to do… just like he said."

The man reached out and cupped her chin in his hand. "Why?"

Somehow, Trudy sensed the man was more gentle than his appearance would lead one to believe. She found his eyes warm and searching as he looked down at her. Again she shrugged, "'Cause he'll beat the shit out of me if I don't…" she said softly.

The man laughed loudly and turned to thee others. "Hear that? This sonofabitch has got her housebroke alright…" and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills.

Trudy's father's eyes bulged as he saw the size of the man's roll. He wet his thick lips and cleared his throat as he sized the man up. When he had met them earlier at the bar, he had figured they were working stiffs just like most of the mm he brought home to fuck his wife and daughter, but the size of the man's bankroll made him wonder.

The man stood with the money held loosely in his hand. "Good day at the races…" he remarked, then asked, "How much… and what'll we get?"

Trudy's father glanced toward the kitchen, then back to the man standing before him. He shrugged and tried to contain his excitement. "Ah… well, if you all want her… and if you want a little show to boot, its gonna cost you."

"How much?" the man asked dilly.

"Ah… three… three bills," he said apprehensively.

"And what kind of a 'show' will we get for that?" the man asked.

Again, he licked his lips and thought about the money. "Shit… anything you want. Shell eat her momma's pussy… I'll fuck her in the ass if you want me to!"

The man smiled and winked at his friends, "You mean you'd fuck your own kid?"

"Ain't nothing new." Trudy's father replied as he eyed the money. He was suddenly nervous; the man was asking too many questions and he didn't like his tone of voice.

Again, the man cupped the girl's face in his hand and asked, "You let him fuck you, little girl?"

"Don't have much choice," she replied dully and found the man's touch gentle.

"Done!" the man said and peeled off three bills. He thrust them into her father's hand and said, "It damn sure better be a good show!"