James Barton - X-rated daughter

The two men were highly excited by the pretty teenager's obscene words and one of them forced her to lean over to take the head of his prick into her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, Trudy saw her father rip off his clothing and fall to his knees behind her mother. She cried out as he shoved his prick into her from behind and it wasn't until her mother cried out again that Trudy realized her father was fucking her mother in the asshole!

But she was too caught up in the sex scene to eyen care as her mother resumed licking her pussy. She heard her moaning in both pain and pleasure as her husband raped her defenseless asshole with his rampaging cock.

Trudy gasped for breath as she felt herself cumming, and suddenly the prick in her mouth was shooting great gobs of cum down her throat. She swallowed to keep from choking as the man stiffened and cried out.

"Jesus… yes… suck it kid… Ughhhhhnnn… I'm cummin'… Oh, shit… she's swallowin my cum!" and he arched his back as Trudy swallowed again and again.

The man on her left was twisting her around to force her head down over his prick as she continued jacking him off. But he was too near cumming and as her lips touched his throbbing cock, it erupted in her face. Hot, sticky cum splashed over her lips and chin and she fought to catch it in her mouth as her own orgasm washed over her writhing young body.

Trudy lay there for long moments, her head in the man's lap as she licked her swollen prick and her mother continued to suck her pussy. She watched as her father grimaced and dug his fingers into her mother's hips and the two of them climaxed together, then fell to the floor in a heap of naked flesh.

"Jesus!" the man beside her muttered as he looked down at Trudy, still licking his prick.

The rest of the night had been foggy. They had forced her to drink whiskey with them, but she recalled going down on her mother while she was forced to suck each of the men off. Then, her father had greased her virgin asshole and fucked her while the two men held her face down across a footstool and shoved their pricks into her mouth again…

The vision dissolved as Trudy heard Wendy cry out. The girl hunched forward as her body shuddered and she held tightly to Trudy's head.

The orgasm broke like a heavy wave and Wendy felt her knees go weak as Trudy licked her lavishly. Trudy gasped too, the fingers of her right hand buried in her cunt. The two of them climaxed together in the darkness.

Finally, Trudy stood on weak legs and kissed Wendy softly. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked as she fondled the girl's naked tits.

"Uh, huh! God… that feeling… I've never felt anything like that before." Wendy told her.

"You mean you've never cum before? Wow… you are a cherry!" Then Trudy asked, "You mean you've never even fingerfucked yourself before?"

"N… no," Wendy admitted.

Trudy stepped out of the shower long enough to turn on the light. When she returned, Wendy found a pretty, freckled-faced girl standing before her. She looked younger than Wendy had expected and she asked, "How old did you say you were, Trudy?"

The girl blushed slightly and reached for the soap. "I didn't… but I'm eighteen in about four months."

Wendy was amazed. She had felt the girl would at least be her own age, but she was a full year younger, for Wendy would be eighteen in just three months.

They finished showering in near silence, but as Trudy handed the soap to Wendy, she told her, "Always make sure you wash good between your legs – front and back. They want you to stay clean for them."

"For them?" Wendy questioned.

"Uh-huh… you'll see…" Trudy said mysteriously and stepped out of the shower.

Wendy finished and turned the water off. She heard Trudy leave the bathroom and she wondered at the girl's words.

When Wendy returned to her "room", she found a pair of cut-off jeans, a man's white shirt and her own sandals. She slipped into the tight jeans and had to suck in her breath to fasten them. She winced as she drew up the zipper and caught her pubic hair in it. "Damn!" she swore, then reached for the shirt.

She surveyed herself in the mirror and noticed that the cheeks of her ass more than filled the jeans. Turning, she saw in the mirror the well-defined outline of her pussy and a slight chill went through her as she realized how totally helpless she was. Wendy gave a start as Trudy knocked on the doorframe and peeked in smiling.

"I wore about the same thing the first night I got here," Trudy remarked and entered the room.

Wendy looked at the short pleated skirt and the see-through blouse Trudy was wearing. The outlines of her nipples were plainly definable through the gossamer material and Wendy felt a twinge of envy as she glanced at the silver sandals on Trudy's feet.

"Are… are those your clothes?" Wendy asked as Trudy sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at her.

"They are now – Stella bought them for me last week," she laughed and lifted the hem of her short skirt to expose her naked pussy. "Forget about wearing panties and bra, though – they're not allowed."

Wendy's face flushed as the girl exposed herself, then fell back on the bed and bounced up and down a bit. "Hey… this is a bitchin' bed, mind if I share it with you sometime?"

Wendy looked at the lewd expression on the girl's face and she was suddenly aware of what had passed between them in the shower. She shrugged. "Sure… why not? Better'n the shower!"

"Right on, Wendy!" Trudy said and laughed.

The sound of voices came to them from the hallway, then there was a key in the lock. Paul opened the door and stepped into the room. He smiled appraisingly at Wendy, then noticed Trudy on the bed.

"Hey, I'm glad you two've met. I've got big plans for both of you…"

Trudy bounced off the bed and Wendy looked on in surprise as the girl kissed Paul on the mouth, then ran her hand over the bulge in his crotch. "You better have big plans for us… we made it in the shower. I ate her pussy!"

"Hey, that's neat!" Paul exclaimed and chuckled as he saw Wendy blushing heavily. "Look…" he said as he disengaged himself from Trudy's arms and brushed her hand away from his bulging fly, "whatever you want to do here is okay – and that includes sex play of any kind." He saw the doubting look on Wendy's face and he reached out to touch her full tits.

"I mean that, Wendy. Any kind of sex play is okay with all of us. We want you to be completely free while you're here with us – understand?"

Wendy felt his hand move from one breast to the other as she looked up and asked him, "How long will I have to stay here, Paul?"

He pinched her nipple playfully, then slapped her lightly on the ass. "Come on, Trudy and I will introduce you to the rest of the family… supper's on the table."

Wendy picked at her good nervously as the conversation around the table continued; it was almost entirely about sex and she had been forced to sit there and listen as Trudy gave a blow-by-blow description of the shower. Her face had burned brightly as the girl described each and every touch, it seemed, to the avid listeners. Raising her eyes from time to time, she found the others looking from Trudy to her and all were smiling.

Now, the conversation had left her and Paul was relating some earlier experience to them. Wendy glanced from face to face as she surveyed her new "family". Beside her sat Trudy; on her right, Stella sat at the head of the table, with Paul sitting at the opposite end. Directly across from her sat a pretty young black girl – Ruby, who was about her age, only very small in stature. She was about the size of Wendy's thirteen-year-old sister, with the exception of her small, but well-developed breasts. Beside her, a sullen girl of about eighteen picked at her food with less interest than Wendy was showing.