It was like watching a favorite movie rerun, thought Sam. She came languidly down the stairs to the administration building, turned her wide, clefted hips toward him, and waved to the girls looking down from the dorm window. Then she faced him and grinned. Heart thumping like an engine room piston, he watched her float toward the car. Again she had changed: she was taller, five-four, maybe five. Her red hair had darkened, become auburn, and was piled stylishly on top of her head. Her legs seemed longer too. And her tits and pelvis were those of a grown woman.
"Hi Daddy," she said in a mature, throaty voice. Her nylons hissed as she slipped into the seat. Her green eyes flashed with suppressed laughter. Demurely she tugged the hem of her thigh-length dress down.
He was speechless. His little girl had grown up, and was a beauty. Where before she was sweet, cute all the adjectives that fit a teenage minx – she was at eighteen a dream, something out of a high-class fashion magazine. But she seemed to have changed in other ways too, the way she held her knees tightly together, the swank but less revealing clothes she wore. Now he knew why she'd insisted that he stay, away, why, after the first year, she wrote less and refused to allow him to visit. She had planned the effect.
"You look…" He searched his mind for the appropriate description, but there was none to fit the occasion. There were no words to express the loveliness of the woman he'd known as a girl in the most intimate way. "You look like you've been doing okay," he finished inanely.
Wendy leaned across the seat, and touched her lips softly to his. The kiss sent a chill up his spine. He looked into her eyes, trying to determine what it was he saw there: the coolness, the firm yet gentle self-assurance.
"Take me home, Daddy," Wendy whispered, stroking his face. "It seems like forever since the last time you took me to bed."
They paused at the front door, Sam grinning into her questioning eyes. Cynthia had arranged a surprise coming home party, with half the neighborhood there. Bygones were to be bygones – Lew and Penny and Tish Ogden, were invited. The smell of charred steak drifted in from the backyard barbecue, and the living room was noisy with chatter and clinking glasses.
Lew spotted them first. Drink in hand, he made his way through the crowd. He stepped close to Wendy, and whistled softly.
Sam felt a sudden stab of jealousy. He remembered that it was Lew, Lew and stupid Penny Ogden, who originally had Wendy sent to the State Home for Girls. "Let her circulate some," he told the man. Turning to Wendy, he added, "I'll get you a drink, honey. You're old enough now… old enough for lots of things."
She said nothing and stared at him with the same suppressed laughter in her green eyes. What was she trying to tell him? Sam wondered. The invitation she'd voiced in the car echoed inside his head. It did indeed seem like forever since he had bent her over the foot of the bed and rammed his cock up her rear. Now he was sorry he'd allowed Cynthia to talk him into giving the party, and particularly for inviting the Ogdens. He was sorry they weren't alone – he and Wendy.
"I'll let Mr. Ogden show me around," the girl said at last. She snaked her arm through Lew's. "I've forgotten who's who. Four years without men…" she paused to glance significantly at his pants front. "Without men friends to talk to," she finished, "is a long time, Daddy."
Lew laughed. Gulping his drink, he set the empty glass on the hall table. His hand closed over the one on his arm. "You can talk to me all you like, baby," he said. "I'm always available."
Furious, but not sure why, realizing she hadn't even bothered to say hello to her mother, Sam watched them cross the crowded, smoke-filled room. Was this the same timid girl who had once lived there? he wondered. There was no mistaking the implication behind what she'd said: four years with out men friends! Christ! Again he recalled what she'd said in the car, and his dick stirred. Trying to keep her in sight, knowing what Lew had in mind, he strode to the bar for the drink that was to be his excuse to follow them.
Wendy knew Daddy was jealous, but she was so tired of old Doctor Bruce, the parole board, and bottles and broomsticks up her cunt, that the thought of Lew's big, strong dick made her giddy. And it was working out just as she'd planned: Daddy wanted her more than ever, and was watching her every move. She moved close to Lew, rubbing thighs with him. "Let's go outside," she suggested.
"Sure thing, kid."
"I'm not a kid any more," she replied firmly. "I'm eighteen, and lots more educated."
Lew's gaze swept her body, and settled on the points of her breasts. "I can see your education, baby. It sticks out all over."
She glanced back to make sure Daddy was still watching. He was. He was pretending to mix the drink, but was oogling her like a small boy peeking in a bathroom window. Her mind raced. She hadn't anticipated the party, an afternoon of idle chatter before bedtime. She hadn't thought about other men. Her speculations had included only Mummy and Daddy – how to get them both in the same bed with her, and how surprised they'd be to discover the new Wendy. Now there were other possibilities: Lew, perhaps Penny and Tish. She could almost feel the crushing weight of two men, a cock at her front and rear entries blasting cum up her belly.
The people from up the street, the young couple whose names she could never remember, offered them sandwiches. But before she could say more than hello, Lew led her away to the hedge overlooking the Ogden garage. His hand dropped to her hip, fingertips brushing even lower. "Remember the morning I found you in there?" he asked.
Did she ever remember! She remembered too what had happened later that day with Miss Alberta. And the time Lew made her stand on her head, and Cuckoo her so good she lost control of her bowels. She let her hand graze the prick in his pants leg. It was only right that he should be first now, she thought: only fair that the first outside screwing she got was from the man who rammed a hot dick through her cherry. "Is the cot still in there?" she asked.
His hand inched lower, and cupped over one cheek of her ass. "Did you say cot or cock?"
She looked from him to the house, and saw Daddy at the back door. Her hot cunthole tightened. She turned back to Lew, and studied him a moment more. "One's not much good without the other," she said.
Instinctively Sam's hand went to the belt at his waist. The little cunt! he thought. She knew he was watching – he'd seen her cast a furtive glance his way. Yet she was letting Lew lead her inside the garage, and there was only one reason, one thing they could have in mind. It was almost as if she were daring him to follow.
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."
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.