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The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

Chapter 4

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Raisa was dragged along sobbing. She shivered as the massive iron door creaked open to the main house. The things that she had already witnessed were overwhelming. She was so innocent. She had her whole life ahead of her. She had never dreamed that women or men could be used as slaves, and yet here, she was thrust in the middle of it. She longed so to go home. And now she had lost her protection, Bella. She hoped that Bella was all right. In fact, she hoped she even saw her again. She was not sure of anything. She had heard what Zorg said about not abusing her. She hoped it was true. She was a virgin. She had never been touched anywhere. She could not imagine being forced.

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As the door slammed shut, the servants came running, all scantily dressed. Raisa noticed as she cowered behind Zorg that the women were very beautiful, and the men very handsome. They all looked fit and well cared for even if they were slaves. She relaxed a bit and tried to catch her breath.

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One of the slave girls stepped forward.Â

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"Sir, a new slave?"Â She eyed Raisa up and down.

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Raisa cringed at the stare.

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"Yes, she is new. But she is here to serve me, only me. In fact, there are two new slaves that I brought home. They are both solely for my pleasure and will not be shared among you slaves. Is that understood?"

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           The slaves that had gathered bowed and all chimed. "Yes, Sir."

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Zorg released Raisa's arm. He pushed her in the direction of the slave girl that had stepped forward.

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"Take her upstairs to my quarters. Draw a hot bath and bathe her."

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           Zorg looked at a male slave, rather young and very virile. Muscles rippled over his chest.

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"You will go help her. After she is clean and bathed, you both will bring her to my quarters and present her to me. Make sure she has something to eat also."

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Raisa heard Zorg's words and wanted to scream. Bathe me??? A man? The girl slave was fine but a man?

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           She was horrified but afraid to say anything. She feared for her life.

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The male and female slave stepped to either side of Raisa and grabbed her arms to lead her to the Master's quarters. Zorg disappeared through a side door.

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The stone stairs wound around and around. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them. She was so exhausted. There were torches that lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door open.

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Inside, the room was filled with the light from a roaring fire. The huge lanterns on the wall had the room well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A large bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any well grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedpost that could be pulled together for privacy.

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Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various and sundry gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed.

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    The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed, and mounted animal heads. A good hunter, Zorg must have been. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks, and various other animals’ trophies on the wall of the room.Â

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In front of the hearth was a large leather sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared.

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The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired.

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The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Wake up! You must get your bath."Â The slave girl was shaking Raisa.Â

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Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa.

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           "You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me." She said.

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           Raisa pulled back. "NO! Does he have to stay?"

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"Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you."

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"Oh, please make him go!" Raisa whined. She had never undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him.

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           "I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help." The girl said.

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Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured animal.  She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet.

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           Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room.

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The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face with him as he held her arms. His eyes traveled the length of her body. Raisa's breasts were small and tear-dropped, firm and the nipples now strutted as the cool air hit them. Raisa wanted to cover herself.

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Jamon's eyes traveled farther down. He smiled when they got to her sex. She only had wisps of pubic hair. Her sex lips were thin and pouty.

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   "Oh what a treasure you will be for the Master!" He smiled as he said it. "I am going to enjoy presenting you to him! I wonder what lies inside those lips."

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Raisa's eyes closed for she did not want to hear that. She bit her lip to keep her mouth shut for she was at his mercy. She was afraid to say anything that might ignite him.

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The girl grabbed her arm again and the two slaves pulled Raisa down the stairs into the bathing pool. It did feel delicious.Â

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They splashed the water over her body. Jamon reached for a bottle of oil. He also picked up a small brush and a cloth.

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"Hold her while I soap her up," he said to the female slave.

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The female pinned Raisa's arms back so her chest stood up. It pushed her breasts forward as the nipples stood straight out. Jamon took the brush, poured some oil on it, and proceeded to scrub Raisa's shoulders. The bristles were soft. The oil lathered and slid down her chest. The brush slid over her nipples. Back and forth. Back and forth. Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not free herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation in her groin. She did not understand it.

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Jamon worked on her nipples, teasing them with the brush and trying to rub the oil into them. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge and used his hands and fingers on her nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them. Raisa noticed a tingling in her groin. It was throbbing.

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"Now, there, they are nice and clean. Pull her back so we can bathe her sex. Let's put her on the ledge." Jamon said.

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Raisa's eyes widened.

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"NO! Please! NO!" she begged.

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"Good idea," the female slave replied.

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The two slaves tugged her to the side of the bathing pool. Raisa fought like an animal but was plopped down on her back on the ledge with her legs dangling into the pool from her knees down. The girl pushed her shoulders down and held the there. Jamon perched right between her legs smiling.

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"Now we shall get a look at what lies inside those little pink lips of yours." he chuckled.

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           Raisa tried to kick him. Her legs flailed around and were caught by the female and held tightly, her knees bent. Jamon pushed her legs open. Tears stung Raisa's face. She was lathered with the soap and scrubbed. Once the soap was rinsed off, Raisa felt Jamon's fingers opening her sex.

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           "Okay, now we can look," he said.

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The lips spread way back, the female slave bent closer, as Jamon inspected Raisa's sex closely. His finger slid through the wetness, as Raisa cried.

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           "It is innocent and fresh," Jamon told the female. "It's pink, and she is wet!"

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           The female slave giggled. "Oh she will like being wet!"

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Jamon reached to spread her sex wider and took a finger to push back the hood of Raisa's clit. Raisa gasped when his finger grazed it. She had never felt that before.

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"Look, it is hard! It is truly beautiful erect, isn't it? It is a great size for Master to play with or suck. I wish I could have her." Jamon said.Â

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           "WELL, YOU CANNOT!"

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           A booming voice filled the room. Jamon jumped to attention and the female slave let go of Raisa's legs and arms. They turned to see their Master standing in the doorway.

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Zorg stood there with his arms crossed glaring at them.

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"I told you to bring her to me! You were to bathe her and bring her to me!!" He shouted angrily.

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"Yes, Sir, that is what we are doing!" Jamon answered. "She is ready, Sir!"

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Very well, bring her to my bed and you may go." Zorg commanded.

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The slaves jumped about, rinsing Raisa as she continued to sniff and sob. They dried her, applied some soothing oil to her body which smelled heavenly. It made her relax and it felt so good as they rubbed her aching muscles. They carried her into the Master's room and laid her in the big feather bed. Zorg was standing with his back to them in front of the fire.

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"You are dismissed." Zorg grumbled.

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"Yes, Sir," the two slaves responded in unison. They hurried out of the room, closing the big door behind them.

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All Raisa could remember was opening her eyes for a moment from the bed to see Zorg staring down at her. She drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 1

The Marriage Proposal

She had thought it was good news, and wasn’t even sure how she ended up in this position.   Her parents had always been strict, not strict in the same sense that others used it, but strict in the sense of corporal punishment.  And it wasn’t just her, but also her mother, hearing her Mother Teresa’s’ sobbing and pleading through her walls late at night while she grew up.  It seemed that only her brother was spared, two years older then she was, in college now.   She accepted it, but never mentioned it to her friends, sure they would not understand.

She was so excited, she rushed into the house and blurted out the good news to her mother and father in the living room.  “Evan asked me to marry him.  And I accepted.”  She saw the look on her fathers face.  “He’ll be over to ask for my hand in matrimony tonight Daddy.”  She had just graduated from high school, Evan being her boyfriend for the last two years.  They had been dating exclusively.  Her parents had instilled a strict morality in her, and they had never progressed past first base. She was a virgin at eighteen, almost a relic of the past.  But Amanda had learned that you didn’t disobey your parents, especially her Father.  Even in high school she often found herself thrown over her Fathers lap, punished by his large, powerful hand as he spanked her butt, her Mother standing meekly by, unknown to Amanda that her Mother would have to be available after the spanking to alleviate her Fathers aroused state.   She even shut out of her mind the feeling of his hard cock beneath her lap as he spanked her, her squirming doing little more then to aggravate his obvious arousal.  She always blamed herself for the state he was in.

Now she found herself again over his lap, his hard cock pushing into her stomach as she squirmed beneath his hand as he slapped her ass cheeks hard.  Evan had come over, asking for her hand in marriage, and her Father graciously gave it.  But then she and her mother were quickly ushered out of the room, her Father and Evan in a private discussion.  She didn’t know what was said, but Evan left without saying a thing to her, leaving Amanda confused and worried.

Her mother called her into her Father’s study, a large room that reeked of male dominance, wood furniture and bookshelves smelling of polish, stale cigar smoke permeated the cloth furniture, animal heads gracing the walls testifying to the ferocity of the owner of the room.  Her Father was waiting for her, sitting in the large heavy chair that out of place in the middle of the room, and Amanda instantly knew its purpose.

“Did I displease you Daddy?”

“You never displease me Amanda.  You are forever my little girl.  You just have never been explained the family rituals that were handed down by generations.  It is time you learned your place in life.  I have spoken to Evan and he has agreed to the terms of your marriage.  It is as much for his benefit as for your training.  But first a spanking is necessary to get you into the correct frame of reference.  Come, over my lap.  You know what is expected of you.”  He motioned her over to him, watching her as she did.  She had grown up to be a beautiful girl, just as her mother was.  A lovely pair of tits danced delightfully beneath the cashmere sweater she was wearing, full hips, and a lovely pert ass that would make his cock jerk in pleasure as he spanked the muscled cheeks.  And he yearned to see the treasures between her legs, her mother guaranteeing that her pussy was shaved bald, highlighting the full mound that he had been promised.  He had to hold back the groan when her soft body spread over his lap, his cock jerking to attention as she settled on top of him.

She felt it beneath her, his hard cock jerking against her, unable to stop squirming as she tried to get comfortable, knowing that she was the cause of his discomfort.  She deserved to be punished, she knew she should not have accepted Evan‘s marriage proposal until her Father had given his permission.  She finally stopped moving, feeling the familiar touch of her Father’s hand on her ass, never even considering the fact that it was unnatural.  After all, her Mother was standing near her, watching as her Father prepared her.  She felt his hand clench onto one of her cheeks, squeezing it as if he were checking it for ripeness for the spanking.  His hand moved to the other side, sliding along her crack, her cheeks clenched tightly together.  He had never done this before.

“Don’t tighten your cheeks on me!”  He slapped one cheek hard, the sound ringing out in the room, the pain taking a moment to reach her brain.  He felt her jerk beneath him, a tiny cry escaping from her lips.  But she surrendered, feeling her cheeks loosen, his hands eager to explore her flesh. 

She felt his hands return to run over her ass cheeks, one cheek still stinging from the blow.  His hands seemed to explore her butt, moving from one side to the other, clenching on and off of her cheeks.  She felt his hands slide along her crease, pulling them apart, and Alice grateful that she was at least still fully clothed, embarrassed as she felt the tug on her anus.  She felt a finger push into her skirt, sliding along her crease, the pressure pushing down until she felt it stop on her anus, a strange tingling in her tiny hole as it began to spasm uncontrollably.  She looked at her Mother but all she got back was a stern look.  He had never touched her like this before.  It confused her, yet at the same time she felt a degree of arousal between her legs, a wetness.  She had never even masturbated before, a strict taboo, the threat of punishment always in the back of her mind.  When Evan had stroked her breasts, making her nipples hard as a rock she felt her panties get wet with desire, fighting the urge to let his hands explore between her legs.  But always the image of her Father was etched in her brain, not quenching her desires, only limiting her actions.  Now it was his hands that were arousing her, her mind fighting the conflicting emotions.  She was brought back to reality with a sharp slap to her other cheek, her butt arching up before settling back down.  His cock felt harder and bigger as she squirmed again, his hands rubbing her ass as if encouraging her salacious behavior. 

He enjoyed the way she rubbed up against him, his hard cock jerking in pleasure as his daughter began the slow masturbation of his cock.  When she slowed down again, he would slap her until she began again, enjoying the lovely sight of her luscious cheeks moving up and down on his lap.  He let her slide down a bit, her mound now over his cock, making it jerk in pleasure against her.  He slapped her again, this time hitting each cheek in succession, watching as she danced on his lap.  His hand began to move over her ass again, rubbing harder, pushing her down on his cock, sliding her side to side in a gentle masturbation.

Her Father slid her lower, feeling her sex pushed against his cock.  It was huge, growing as Amanda turned red in shame for making her Father so aroused.  His hands were moving more urgently on her ass, making her move side to side, a slap to her ass enforcing her obedience.  His slaps to her ass became less frequent as she began to get into the rhythm he wanted of her, a strange desire between her legs making her tingle strangely.  Her sex was pushed against his hard cock, rubbing her on her clit, the tiny pleasure button that she avoided like the plague, sure that if she had rubbed it she would cum, the punishment too shameful for her to even fathom.  Now her Father seemed to be intentionally doing it to her at the same time she felt his cock rubbing against her.  Would he make her cum?  She moved her hips more urgently now, sliding back and forth, feeling his cock jerk in pleasure as she did.  She pressed harder, his hard cock sliding back and forth over her clit as she shook in pleasure, her body betraying her.  She felt his hands on her ass pulling her cheeks apart again, her muscles relaxed as she let her Father have his way with her, knowing that he would do what was best for her.  “MMMM,” she moaned, unable to control herself any longer as his finger slid along her crease until his finger pushed on her anus, driving her sex harder onto his cock.  She held her breath as it moved back and forth over her anus, feeling the uncontrollable clenching of her anus as she was touched so intimately by her Father.  She looked at her Mother, a smile on her face as she watched her rubbing salaciously against her Father.  The finger on her anus seemed to drive into her, even separated by her skirt and panties she felt her anus slowly stretching open under his probing.  She humped her Father’s cock, pumping up and down, no longer caring how it looked.  All she cared about was the burning desire between her legs, the only way it could be quenched was by the intimate rubbing against her Father’s hard cock.  She was panting now, unable to control her emotions, grunting in lust as her Father’s hand controlled her movements, back and forth over his cock.  It jerked and shook beneath her, her brow wet, as she humped him like a dog in heat.

“Yes Amanda.  Can you feel the lust between your legs?  Let yourself go.  Cum as you rub against me.”  He was ready to cum, fighting back the delightful feeling that his own daughter induced when her young body rubbed against him.  He wanted her to cum when he did.

He had said it, the words making it easier for her to perform, anything to make her Father pleased with her.  He wanted her to have an orgasm, Amanda bracing for her first as she humped up and down on his cock, her Father telling her it was all right.  She wanted to please him, hoping that she was doing it right, hoping that he would cum also.  “Like that Daddy?”  She pushed down hard on his cock, jerking her hips from side to side as she felt his cock jumping beneath her.  Her clit seemed swollen in lust, and Amanda wished she were naked rubbing against him, wanting to feel his hot flesh against her naked sex.  How sinful it was, masturbating her Father as her Mother watched.  And approved, smiling as Amanda panted in lust.  It seemed almost natural when it hit her like a ton of bricks, her body shaking and shuddering as if she were having a heart attack.  She thought she peed her panties, her pussy gushing as she came.  She jerked up and down so hard she thought she had hurt him, his head thrown back as if in pain, his mouth open as he cried out.  Then she felt his cock jerking beneath her, it suddenly dawning on her, he was cumming.  And she was doing it.  Then next orgasm came crashing down on her, her nipples so sensitive they felt as though they would burst, her thighs pressed tightly together, another release of her pent up lust rushing from her body.  Her panties felt drenched in her juices.

He couldn’t hold out any longer, cumming in his pants, filling his shorts with his hot cum, wishing it was Alice’s mouth or her virgin pussy that was receiving his seed.  He felt her orgasm rocking her untrained body, and delighted in the fact that this was her first of many that he would induce in her.  He began to stroke her back and ass gently as she came down from the explosive orgasm that shook her body.  “Good girl Amanda.  You came so nicely for Daddy.  And you should be so proud the way you made me cum.  As good as your Mother.”  He patted her ass as she tried to catch her breath.

She never felt anything like it before, her body still shaken, not sure she could even stand.  She was grateful as her Father petted her and purred into her ears his encouragement feeling so proud of herself.  Even her Mother’s smile beamed from ear to ear.  “I never felt anything like that before Daddy.  Thank you.”  He finally let her get up, standing in front of him on her shaky legs.

“I had a talk with Evan about your marriage.  While I agreed to it, there are some family rituals that must be honored before you can consummate your marriage.  He has agreed to my stipulations.”

“Family rituals.  I don’t understand Daddy.”

“Just as your Mother and her Mother did, the family believes that the daughter must be trained sexually for your new husband.  He does not have the experience or ability to train a virgin in the manner that she needs to fulfill her wifely duties.  For generations this has fallen to the Father and I will take the mantle of tradition and indoctrinate you in the joys of submission.  Your Mother and even your brother, Jason will participate.  This will be a lengthy process, taking a year.  During that time you can continue seeing Evan but are not to participate in any sexual relations.  I had a lengthy conversation with Evan and we understand that it will be difficult for a man to go another year without sexual contact.  Your Mother is still a very beautiful and sexy woman at thirty-five.  I have offered your Mother’s sexual services to Evan during this one year period.  He will begin to explore the pleasure that you will be taught to give him and what is expected of him as the Master of his house.  While a bit reluctant, he has agreed.  And once he enjoys the pleasures that your Mother will give him he will come around more enthusiastically.  After a while he will be allowed to watch as you are put through your paces.”

Amanda was shocked, but also highly aroused, even after just cumming.  She loved Evan and would do anything for him.  And she loved her Father more than that.  To be able to please both of them was all that she asked in the world.  Her Father was always the Master of the house, and now she understood it more fully.  And she understood what she would have to do to honor the family tradition.  She felt so proud of the way she used her body for her Father’s pleasure.  There would be much more, so much more.  She just didn’t understand the part about her Mother and brother, especially her brother, but it was quickly gone from her mind as thoughts of her Father’s cock raced in her mind.  She was a virgin, but knew that soon her Father would take her innocence from her.  And more, the unknown exciting her more.  And the thought of her Mother with Evan bothered her, but

It also gave her an intense desire to learn as much as she could from her Father, wanting to please Evan more then even her Mother could.  She would make him soon forget her.  “Yes Daddy,” was all that she could say.

“Very good Amanda.  I want you to take a shower and change your clothes.  Mother has put the clothes I want you to wear on your bed.  I want you back in my office in two hours.  I will begin your training immediately.

Chapter 2

Training Begins

Amanda couldn't believe what had just happened in her Father's study. It was all so surreal.  Maybe in the back of her mind, she knew that someday it would come to this, but she had never expected her Father to be the one to reveal the mysteries of sex to her.  Outwardly, it didn't seem right, but in a strange, much deeper way, it did.  She shrugged off her doubts, knowing that her Father would not be moved.

She took her shower, remembering her Mother's reminder to make sure that she was completely shaved all over. Father was very strict about this.  She also took great care to wash every nook and cranny of her nubile young body.  The hot water slightly stung her spanked ass cheeks, but it also soothed and calmed her as she finished preparing for her training.  She was unprepared, however for the garment that her mother had placed out on the bed for her to wear.

It was…old fashioned.  It was a white nightgown that had a high neck and a skirt that looked as if it would skim the floor when she put it on.  The collar and long buttoned sleeves were trimmed in delicate lace and there was a row of tiny buttons that ran from the neck down the entire front of the nightgown.  Amanda was surprised and a little disappointed.  This was hardly the sexy garment that she had envisioned while she was taking her shower.  But Father wanted her to wear this, and so she would.  She didn’t want to begin her training on a bad note. 

However, the old fashioned nightgown had one more feature that Amanda had failed to notice while it rested on her goose-down comforter.  When she picked it up to examine the buttons, she noticed that it was so sheer that the outlines of her entire body including her breasts and nipples would surely be seen even with a casual glance.  She blushed completely down to the tips of her toes as her nipples contracted and hardened.  There was nothing casual in the way her Father would be treating her in the next year.

She stood naked before the mirror as she had done hundreds of times before, but tonight, she realized, everything would change.  She would begin to walk the path of true womanhood and learn everything she needed to know about being a good and obedient wife.  If the sounds from her parent’s bedroom were any indication, it was a never ending path that took you through every phase of your marriage, but she was willing to accept her role.  Somehow it seemed more like her fate, mused Amanda silently.

She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and noticed that she only had twenty minutes to finish getting ready and present herself in Father’s study.  She heard a light knock on the door, and her Mother entered.  Amanda stared at her Mother, who was wearing a nightgown that exactly matched the one she was holding in her hands.  Her swollen, red nipples were clearly on display as well as the cleft between her buttocks and shadow between her thighs.  Amanda‘s mother, Teresa, had a slim, tone body and worked hard to keep it that way because that was her Husband’s wish.  Luckily, she had good genetics on her side and her 36D breasts were still firm and proud.

Her Mother clucked and fussed as if nothing were out of the ordinary.  She had a hairbrush in her hand and two long pink ribbons.  She moved behind Amanda and started brushing her hair as she spoke.  “You don’t want to be late for your first lesson,” Teresa spoke softly.  “Father would be very angry.  It would set a bad manner for the whole year.  You have always striven to be deferential to your Father and so you will continue to be.  He will expect more from you now, which is the main difference.  I know that you will be a good girl and apply yourself to these new life lessons.”

Amanda moved around to hug her Mother in earnest.  Her naked breasts felt warm against the cool fabric of her Mothers nightgown.  She felt the tingle begin again between her legs and her nipples began to get hard.  When she pulled back, she noticed that her Mother’s nipples were stiff also.  Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed her right nipple through the fabric.  Teresa laughed and turned her naked daughter around to finish tying a single ponytail in Amanda’s hair.

“I’m scared, Mom,” Amanda whispered quietly.

“I can well understand,” Her Mother replied.  “I was too, in the beginning and I still get scared sometimes even after all these years.  But one of the things that I have learned is that being scared is part of the thrill and I hope that you will learn to embrace it.”

Teresa tied the second pink ribbon around Amanda’s throat like a choker.  She tied it not too tight, but not too loose either.  Just enough to remind her beautiful young daughter that it was there.  Quickly undoing the buttons on the top of the nightgown, her Mother lifted it over Amanda’s head and settled it down around her shoulders before doing up the front buttons over the girl’s pert breasts. The gown made Amanda feel almost like a little girl again instead of a woman about to be married.

Without saying a word, Teresa took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.  She paused and knocked at the heavy French doors to the study and the ladies stood patiently, hand in hand, and waited for Father to tell them that they may enter.  When it came, however, the order was given by Amanda’s fiancé, Evan.  Startled, Teresa and Amanda looked at each other quickly before Teresa opened the doors and gestured for Amanda to enter first. 

Amanda’s Father, William, was sitting in his large chair, in its usual spot in front of the fireplace.  Evan sat in a matching leather wingchair opposite William, staring unabashedly at the two entering ladies.    Amanda, for her part, was totally mortified that he should see her on such display.  She couldn’t help but blush all the way down, causing her pert breasts to harden and exhibit themselves further.

Her Father seemed amused, Amanda noticed, at the young couple’s discomfort.  He motioned for the ladies to come over to where the men sat.  “Sit, Sit,” he waved.  “We have much to discuss.”  As there was no other nearby chairs, Amanda followed her Mother’s lead and sank to the floor to sit at Evan’s feet.  Her Father cleared his throat and began.

“We will begin your lessons with some basic ground rules.  These are simple, but you had better remember them if you want things to go smoothly for you.  First, the Husband is the Master of the house.  Evan will assume that role upon your marriage, but for the interim, I will be the Master that will train you.  You will address me as Sir, do you understand?”

Amanda looked up and nodded to Daddy.  “Yes, Sir, I understand.”  Amanda’s mother smiled at her little girl at this first sign of acceptance.

“Good,” William continued.  “Second, you will wear regular clothes anytime you are out of the house, unless your Master says otherwise.  When you are at home, however, you will be dressed as your Master wishes you to dress.  You will strive to keep yourself beautiful and ready for your Master at all times.” 

Knowing that that meant keeping fit, clean and shaved, Amanda nodded again and her Father continued.

“Next, you will learn different positions for presenting yourself to your Master.  He may decide to inspect you or maybe just have you displayed like a work of art.  Or he may decide to make use of one of your tight holes for his pleasure.  You will have to remember the position numbers and be ready to present on command.  As I remember, your Mother had a particularly hard time with that lesson,” William shook his head, fondly remembering.  “But she knows them well enough now,” he growled. 

“Two!”  He barked and Teresa rose off the floor gracefully.  She went to stand in the middle of the room, where the chair usually sat for a spanking and sank back down on her knees.  She shifted her weight evenly on the balls of her feet and toes, resting her bottom on her heels, and spread her knees as wide as she could.   Then, she brought her hands up to the back of her neck and spread her elbows wide so that the bodice of the gown was stretched tight against her puckered nipples.  Her eyes were downcast as she held her position, and Amanda stared at the display that her Mother had created.  It sent tingles through her young pussy as her Father continued.

“Fourth, Your Master will have the use of your entire body, including your mouth, pussy and ass.  You will service him and others whenever and wherever he sees fit.” 

Amanda gasped and stole a look at her Mother.  Teresa didn’t quite meet Amanda’s eyes and confirmed her worst fears that Daddy and Evan would eventually use her body like a common whore!  The thought of this was unbearable, but what choice did she have?  Did they really mean to stick their penises in her tiny asshole?  Why did her nipples get hard at the thought?  Amanda blushed as she realized that the room had gone silent and that all three of them were looking at her hard nipples, Evan in amazement, her Mother with lust, and her Father with a smile.

 “And lastly, you will follow the rules as laid down by your Master.  Any departure from the set rules will earn you a punishment deemed appropriate by your Master.   Those are the basics.  Your Mother and I raised you very traditionally, so you should already grasp the framework of this.   Before, you were only spanked.  I hope that you realize that now that you are about to become a woman, there are much more inventive and interesting ways that your Master may punish you.”  He let the weight of his words hang in the air as Amanda’s imagination took flight.

  She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she was sure that she wanted to strive to be as perfect of a wife as she could be.  She could feel her damp pussy between her thighs and she knew that tonight, her life would change forever.  She looked up at Evan, and saw that he was looking down at her with a powerful stare.  He seemed to be realizing the power that he would soon wield over Amanda and her body flushed as her stomach turned over.  She loved Evan, knew that he would become a wonderful Master, and she would endeavor to submit to him in all ways.

Amanda’s Father shifted his attention to his wife.  “Let’s show Evan and Amanda the basic positions, shall we?  One,” he said firmly.  Teresa stood up in the same spot on the floor and planted her feet about shoulder width apart.  Her hands went back behind her neck and the fabric stretch tight.  “As you can see, position one is very similar to position two with the exception being that she is standing.  Her nipples are very stiff and red.  I regret that I had to punish them last night.  My beautiful wife forgot to get milk at the grocery yesterday,” William directed his comments towards Evan.

Evan glanced down at Amanda again and met her nervous gaze.  “You can punish her for something that small?” He asked his soon to be Father-in-Law.

“Yes, it is my responsibility as her Master to correct her forgetfulness and other bad behavior.  My girls work hard to do their best.  It doesn’t happen often, but must be dealt with when it does,” William replied.  “So you have already seen position two, on to position three, then,” he instructed his wife.

More graceful than she could ever hope to be, Amanda thought to herself, Teresa lay on her back on the floor.  She brought her legs up in the air and spread them impossibly wide.  The sheer gown gathered about her waist and exposed her wet gash, also red and swollen, only this time with lust.  Being exposed like this was no strange feeling to her, but the fact that it was happening in front of her daughter and her soon to be son-in-law heaped more humiliation and embarrassment than she had felt in a long time.

 “When Teresa was first being trained, her father had to use a spreader bar to get her to remember just the right distance between the legs,” William said to Evan.  “I remember she used to walk around locked into it for hours.  I still break it out on occasion just to remind her,” he sniggered.  Amanda’s mother blushed anew, remembering her own Father’s extreme love for and use of the device.

Evan was riveted, as was Amanda, both inflamed by her Father’s words.  “And the fourth basic position,” He motioned to Teresa again.  “This one is my personal favorite” Without hesitation, she rolled over onto her hands and knees and dipped her head low onto the plush carpet.  Her knees, she spread wide and her back, she arched high, exposing her treasures to all who cared to see.   Her lush pussy was open and her little brown hole was winking from behind welted ass cheeks.  It seemed that she couldn’t help but wag her hips a bit, and it was obvious to everyone that she was greatly aroused.  This was the time for Amanda to learn that he was in charge of all, and it would always be the way that her Master wanted it to be, William thought to himself.

“Evan, does my wife arouse you?” he asked pointedly.

Tearing his gaze away from Teresa, Evan looked shamefacedly at William.

“It’s perfectly all right.  She is a beautiful woman and you are a healthy young man,” he told Evan.

“She turns me on,” he said simply to William, looking back to Teresa again.

“Feel her breasts.  They are sensitive today, and very responsive,” he instructed Evan.  He moved quickly over to her and didn’t hesitate to rub the tender nubs through the sheer fabric of her nightgown.  Teresa moaned low, and Evan was encouraged to deepen the contact.  He cupped her breasts in his hands and jiggled them slightly.  He could feel their heat through the fabric and he slightly pinched her nipples. 

William motioned for Amanda to sit in the chair that Evan had vacated and watch.

“Tell her to suck your cock,” he instructed Evan.

Evan looked down at Teresa and wasted no time.  “Undo my pants,” he told her.  She had it done and in seconds, Evans proud 8 ½” pole was grazing Teresa’s cheek.  If anyone had been looking towards Amanda, they would have seen her eyes go wide at the first sight of her fiancé’s cock.  It was only a quick sight, though, because soon enough, Evan had ordered her to swallow it.  It had been a long time since he had had anyone, since before he had met Amanda.  And he had only fucked a few giggly girls at that.  He was going to make good use of this woman’s mouth, he decided.

Teresa literally dove into her task, plunging her face down as far as she could onto the thick meat before coming back up and swirling her tongue around the head.  The fact that her Husband and daughter were watching her suck off this young man only aroused her more.  She heard her Husband undo his pants and knew that he had exposed his hard cock, also and was stepping out of his slacks.

Evan was struggling now to undo the buttons on the front of her nightgown.  He was having a difficult time of it, and was getting increasingly frustrated in his horny state. 

William laughed and bent over Teresa’s back.  He grabbed the material and pulled it on either side so that the buttons all gave at the seam and the fabric tore from her body in one fluid motion. 

Teresa moaned loudly, and cried out as William buried his hard cock in her pussy in one fluid motion.  She was overcome by the friction and struggled not to come without permission.  Still sucking on Evans cock, she stilled her hips and waited for her Husband to set the pace. 

William began forcing his huge cock in and out of his wife’s sopping pussy.  He knew that she was as turned on tonight as she had ever been in her entire life.  The way that she was wolfing down this young kid’s cock was making her spasm around him and he flexed his hips to push every last inch of his pole into her dripping cunt. 

Seeing all of this laid out like a tableau in front of her, Amanda desperately wanted to touch her aching pussy.  Without permission, though, she knew that this lesson would quickly turn bad for her.  She looked pleadingly at her Father, but he shook his head.  He was not about to let her have satisfaction again today.  Lesson number one: Master’s needs come first.

Evan was moaning loudly now, and knew that he was about to blow his load into the mouth of this sweet mother in law.  Holding her head in his hands, Evan started using Teresa’s mouth like a pussy and pumped his cock in and out as deep into her throat as he could get on the down stroke.  This slut took it like a pro, he thought, and he had no trouble lodging the head in her throat on the down stroke.  Teresa moaned around Evan’s cock and wagged her hips at her husband in a silent plea to play with her pussy.  William slapped her ass hard twice and she refocused on the rhythm of being speared by two hard cocks.

“I’m about to cum,” Evan moaned and sank his shaft as far as it would go into Teresa’s throat.  Amanda’s eyes widened again and she could see the tip of his cock make a visible bulge in her Mother’s neck.  Evan held her there as he spurted again and again directly into her stomach.  William never let up impaling her pussy, and with a few more strokes, dragged her up to his cock and shot his wad all over her face and breasts.  After coating her with his semen, he held his softening cock to her lips and she sucked it clean without being told.

 “Good girl,” William said to her as Evan buckled himself back up and went to sit back with Amanda.  Teresa exited quickly to go and clean up while William faced the kids.  “Any questions?” he asked them.  They both sat there.  “No, then you may leave now Evan.  You will not be allowed to see Amanda’s training.  This will allow you to have a honeymoon that will surprise and pleasure you.  But once a week you will come over and Amanda’s mother will take care of your lust and give you a look into what you may expect from Amanda.  I’m sure you will not be disappointed.”  He nodded goodnight to Evan as he left the room, the door closing leaving Amanda alone with him.  “And we will now begin your training.”

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"" roman?;="" new="" times="">Summary: Daddy teaches his little girl to be a woman.  A story of incest between father and daughter.

Language: M+f, anal. oral, virg, incest, teen, bdsm

Copyright 2003 by Powerone.  Comments to the authors can be e-mailed to Controlher1@hotmail.com.

Tawny, Daddy’s Little Girl Becomes A Woman

Chapter 4

            “On the bed, Tawny.  You want me to eat your pussy, don’t you?”  He watched as she lay down on the bed, spreading out on it, her young naked body ready for the exploration by his tongue.

 

            Tawny had to do something.  She could not willingly submit to the degradation her father was subjecting her.  And it was getting worse.  She knew that soon he would want to fuck her, to take her virginity, maybe even tonight.  She lay back on the bed, seeing her father watching her, his cock already getting hard again.  God, she had just made him cum, how many times would he force her to do that?

            “Daddy, we have to stop, I can’t let you do this to me any longer.  I don’t care if Mommy finds out,” she blurted out.

            Michael was expecting this reaction from her, just not this soon.  He thought it would come after he took her virginity or even after he sodomized her.  Not before.  He had made some contingency plans, while not complete, he would have to see if it worked.  He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bag.  He had been shopping the other day and it dawned on him.  He opened the bag and pulled out a pair of shiny, heavy metal handcuffs.  He dangled them by the chain so Tawny could see them.

            Tawny’s eyes opened wide when she saw them, they were just like the police carried.  They looked so big and heavy.  Did he intend to put them on her?  What would it feel like?  “WWWhhhaat, what are those for, Daddy?”

            “They are for my little girl, my bad little girl.”  He moved over to the bed, near her head. “Raise your wrists up here so I can attach them, obey your Daddy,” he ordered her.

            He could see her eyes questioning him, trying to comprehend what was going on.  There was hesitation on her part, her arms not moving yet.  Was she going to fight him?  That was not what he was hoping for.  Her hands moved up, her wrists together.  He smiled.  “Good girl,” he put on the cuffs, making sure they were especially tight.  He strung them through a slat in the headboard, her arms now bound above her head.

            She clenched her legs together as he put them on her wrists.  They were so heavy, and he put them on tight.  “Nooo,” but it was too late, he had fastened them behind one of the slats on the headboard, her arms were now pulled up high.  She would be unable to stop him, her young body defenseless to whatever he desired to do to her.  God, what was she going to do?

            He looked down at her, naked and bound, her young, supple body for his taking and she could not do anything to stop him.  He watched her, her hips moving up and down, her legs clenching and unclenching.  He moved over to her, sitting on the bed beside her.  He ran his hand over her breasts, her nipples like giant hard pebbles, her body shuddering as he touched them.  “Spread your legs open for Daddy,” he ordered her.  His hand slid down over the taut plane of her stomach, her legs beginning to spread open.   “Wider,” he ordered her.  “Good girl.”

            Her mind was confused.  She spread her legs for him, her pussy opening up.  She yanked on her arms, the handcuffs cutting painfully into her wrists, unyielding.  She heard the noise as they rattled.  She could not stop him any longer.  What would he do to her now that she could not resist him?  “No daddy, don’t, I can’t stop you any longer,” she cried out, her arms yanking against the handcuffs uselessly.

            “Just relax your body, I’m going to have my way with you.  It will be easier for you if you don’t fight it.”  He grabbed her by the ankles, his head between her legs.  He raised her up by the ankles, bringing her legs together as he did.  Higher and higher her body rose up until finally her ass pulled up from the bed.  “You look good enough to eat.  And that is what I’m going to do.”  He bit her on the ass, not a love bite, but a hard bite of her ass cheek.  He felt her jerk back in response.

            She felt his hands grip her ankles tightly, almost as tight as the handcuffs.  She was being pulled up by her ankles, her naked body rising.  She cried out as she felt his teeth dig into her flesh.  Oh, God, she felt his hands on her ankles, pulling them to the sides, her legs spreading wide.  She was being split open again, this time with her legs almost over her head.  She resisted, but his hands were too powerful and she let him have his way with her.  She groaned in pain as her ankles were pulled up and out and rested to the side of her head.  She could only imagine how she looked, her pussy and asshole so exposed.

            He ducked his head between her legs, inhaling the sweet smell of her pussy.  It was partly her sexual tension and part fear.  He did not waste any time, his tongue pushing aside her pussy lips to delve between them and find her already dripping pussy.  He loved the taste, the taste of a sweet, innocent girl.  His tongue moved quickly, lapping up and down, pushing against her vagina, trying to seek entrance to her forbidden pussy. 

            Tawny almost came when his tongue first licked her pussy.  God, she never felt anything that good.  She was humiliated, her father licking up and down her pussy, but she could not stop him, she was bound tightly.  She continually pulled on her handcuffs, the clanging reminding her of the tight bondage she was in.  It was not her fault, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

            “NNNOOO,” she cried when his fingers pulled back her clit hood and he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth.  She could feel the suction pulling it deeper into his mouth, stretching it painfully from hers, his rough tongue beginning to rub over the sensitive bud.  Her body began to shudder, an orgasm quickly rising up from her body.  He was making her cum after only a few minutes of sucking on her pussy.  He was making her, she could not stop him, she thought.  It’s not my fault.  She felt his rough hands still grasping her ankles, pulling her legs up and apart painfully.  The cuffs hurt her wrists, her tugging continually reminding her of the pain.  And then she came.  Came all over his tongue and face, her hips raising up and down, fucking back on the magical tongue that was drawing the orgasm from her young body.

            He couldn’t believe how fast she had cum.  It almost took him by surprise when he felt her juices flowing over his tongue, her hips jamming into his face,  trying to jam his tongue in deeper.  Her body shook and trembled as he continued to masturbate her with his tongue, her young body shuddering into a continuous orgasm.  His hands gripped her ankles tighter, spread her legs wider, hearing her gasping in pain as he hurt her.  But it only seemed to make her cum longer and harder. 

            She felt exhausted, her body drained, never having experienced such an orgasm like that.  She had masturbated before, but not like this.  She had control over that, this she did not.  Daddy had bound her and forced to cum with his tongue.  Her body slumped, Daddy letting her legs fall back down, but still keeping them spread apart.  She took in deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling on her chest.

            He looked at her, his little girl looking fucked out.  Her pubic hair was covered with her dew, the smell of sex filling the room, her legs lying open limply to the side.  “Did my little girl enjoy herself, did she cum for Daddy?”  His fingers stroked along her inner thigh, only inches from her wet pussy.

            “Daddy, you make me do such terrible and degrading things.”  She pulled on the cuffs, feeling the pain, hearing the rattling of her bondage.  “You tie me up so I have to let you.”  She looked down and she saw that his cock was hard again.  She looked up at his face, seeing the lust in his eyes again.  “No Daddy, not again!”

            His hand reached down to his cock, encircling the erect member, stroking it, watching the anguish on her face.  “Yes, little girl, Daddy’s cock is hard again and you are going to have to make me cum.  Daddy’s going to fuck his little girl, Daddy is going to make you a woman and take your virginity.”

            She tried to move away, but he held her firmly, his hand moving up to her pussy, grabbing it with his palm, clenching on her sex.  He squeezed it, goosing her sex hard.  Again he did it, harder this time.  Her legs moved farther apart, hoping to alleviate some of the pain.  He opened his hand, his thumb moving between her pussy lips, his little finger pushing between her ass cheeks to rub against her asshole.  He squeezed hard, his fingers sinking into her delicate flesh.  She was going to be fucked by her father, her virginity taken from her forever.  Not by a lover, but by her father as she was bound.  It was almost like she was going to be raped, bound tightly, unable to prevent the mysterious stranger from fucking her virgin pussy with his raping weapon.  She closed her eyes, her pussy being gripped tightly, fingers moving around.  She could see her rapists getting her bound body ready for his pleasure, spreading her body open.

            “I can’t stop you Daddy, you have my arms tied up, but please, don’t tie my legs open.  Don’t leave me spread open so I cannot move when you fuck me.  It is bad enough with my arms bound, it would be so humiliating if my legs were split up the middle as you fuck me.  Please Daddy, don’t do that.”

            Michael looked down at Tawny, watching her hips rising up and down, fucking the fingers that gripped her so tightly, her eyes shut tightly, her legs opened submissively as he goosed her.  He released his grip of her sex, getting up from the bed.  It seemed to have broken her trance, her eyes opening.

            “What are you doing,” she cried out, her eyes questioning him as she saw him rise from the bed and move towards the closet.  She heard a strange noise, her pussy getting wet when she did.  It was the clanging of chains. 

            He turned to her with one of his purchases.  It was a pair of heavy, metal cuffs and chains.  Each one consisted of two, black iron cuffs, connected by a heavy metal chain.  He had to look for a long time to find them, finally finding them in an antique shop, slave manacles from the civil war.  But they were in good condition and even still contained the wrought iron key.  “I bought these for my baby.”

            Her body trembled as he moved towards the bed.  They were so big and heavy, the cuffs at least two inches thick.  “No Daddy, don’t put them on me,” but she moved her leg out to the edge of the bed as he approached.  She felt him grab her ankle, the cold metal sending a shiver up her spine as he moved it under her ankle and clicked it tightly shut, the sound of metal clanking against metal filling the room.  It was a snug fit, pressing into her tender flesh as it trapped her ankle in its grasp.

            He thought he was going to cum when he put the leg iron on her.  She looked so inviting, her legs spread wide, her pussy split, her arms bound above her head.  He pulled her leg toward the bed post.  He was glad he had bought a four poster bed.  He had thought that he might interest Ann in some bondage play but she had rebuffed him, the posts only used in his imagination until now.

            It hurt when he pulled on the other cuff, dragging her body down towards the bedpost.  It dug into the flesh, but her body slid on the bed until her wrists were drawn tight, no more give. 

            He pulled once last time, the other cuff encircling the bed post.  He tugged, hearing her groan, finally managing to get the other cuff to close, her leg now pulled tightly.

            It hurt, her body pulled taut.  She moved her other leg closer to the chained one, the spread of her crotch beginning to hurt.  She pulled, tugging on the cuff, her leg having no play to move, her leg securely bound with the heavy metal cuffs and chains.   She felt his hand move up and down her legs, feeling how tense her muscles were, each time moving closer and closer to her pussy.

            His fingers reached her pussy again and grabbed it tightly again.  He could not believe how wet it was, the sheet below her soaked in her dew.  “Almost ready to fuck you Tawny.  I can’t wait to get into your hot and tight pussy.  It’s so wet.  Do you want Daddy to fuck you baby?”

            She shut her eyes again.  She felt him get up from the bed and she knew he was moving to the other side of the bed.  She tugged on her bondage, feeling the pain as she did.  She thought of the rapist again.  The mysterious rapist that was going to take her virginity, his eyes burning holes in her body as he lusted for her naked flesh.  She moved her leg over to the other side of the bed again, feeling the pain in her crotch as she had to split her legs wide to accommodate him.  She felt a hand grab her ankle again tightly, the harsh, metal cuff attached tightly, digging into her flesh again.  She could feel the weight of the other cuff hanging from the chain as her legs was held aloft. 

            She felt him pull her leg farther out.  Should she, afraid of his response.   “Please Daddy, it will hurt enough when you spread my leg to the bottom pole.  Just please, don’t bend it back and secure it to the pole on the top of the bed.  I would be almost split up the middle.  My sex would be so open and exposed, it would be so humiliating for you to see my like that.”  She waited.

            Michael looked down at her.  He drew her leg up higher, almost sticking straight up into the air.  “Relax your leg, I don’t want to break it.”  He began to pull it back, not to the end of the bed, but to the post at the top of the bed.  He watched as her body strained, her pussy began to spread open, the pussy lips pulling back as he heard her groan in pain as he spread her body painfully.  He let go of her ankle, grabbing instead the other cuff, pulling her back towards the post.  He was afraid he was going to split her up the middle, her groans and moans of pain worrying him.  He finally reached the post, her ass trying to lift up from the bed, but the other chained leg preventing any movement at all.  A tug, another groan of pain from Tawny and he slapped the other cuff onto the wooden post.  It was high up, her leg almost three feet up the post.

            Her body ached, drawn and quartered, her muscles taut, her legs almost tearing up the middle.  She felt hands returning over her body, rubbing all over, grabbing her naked breasts within his large hands, grabbing them tightly, watching the flesh turn white as fingers dug into them.  Fingers plucked at her nipples, large and swollen already, cruelly digging into the tender flesh.  She felt a hand slide down her stomach, pushing in on the skin as it moved lower.  When it reached her little pubic patch it yanked out some hair with a tearing motion.  “YYYYccch,” she yelled, but she could not move, the bondage holding her tight.  She felt it grip a new batch of hair, pulling it out, not trying to pull it out, just making her feel the pain as it stretched out.

            “Open your eyes, Tawny.”  He watched as she did, seeing her open crotch, her leg bent back.  “You’re not going anywhere now.”  He grabbed his hard cock, it was as big as he had ever seen it.  The bondage play with Tawny had driven it to new heights.  He rubbed it up and down her pussy slit.  He could almost see in her vagina, her crotch split so wide.  He knew it must be hurting her, but she did not complain.  He harshly pushed aside her vulva, his cock seeking entrance to her wet vagina.  He could almost get the head in, it split so wide.   He pumped forward, watching as she grimaced in pain as the head split her further apart.  “Feel Daddy’s cock, it’s going in your pussy.” 

            “You have me spread so wide, it hurts and you can see inside of me.  Why do you do this to me Daddy?”  She felt his hands on her hips, gripping her tightly.  She knew the time had come, it was time to lose her virginity.

            He pushed, his cock head popping inside her.  He could feel her body spasm in pain as he banged into her hymen.  Her pussy gripped his cock head, squeezing it, clenching and unclenching on it.  “Ready to become a woman?”  He shoved in, his cock tearing her last vestige of girlhood.

            “NNNOOO DDDDAAADDDY,” she screamed.  She had not expected so much pain.  The bondage was already bad enough, the tearing of her hymen was sheer pain, shooting up her spine to her brain.   She felt the pulsating flesh of his cock plunging up her virgin pussy, pushing aside all resistance as it forcefully sought entrance to the depths of her body.

            Michael could not contain himself.  He plunged into her pussy, forcing his cock further and further into her pussy after ripping apart her virginity.  Her body rocked as he pulled out and then pushed back in, each time his cock finding more virgin territory.  He had never felt anything so tight.  It was almost painful as he fucked her.

             Tawny closed her eyes again.  Her rapists smothered her body, his weight making it hard for her to breathe.  His hard cock bore into her body, not caring about her pain, his only goal is to force the cum from his balls and blast her unused pussy with his hot cum.  She felt it hit bottom, banging against her cervix painfully, knocking the breath from her lungs.  It tore back out, beating back all resistance as it did, plunging back in again as soon as the head was gripped by her pussy.  She was being used for the gratification of her rapist, her pussy just another hole to pleasure him, her cries of pain just adding to his pleasure.

            Michael could not wait, he continued to pump her once virgin pussy with his hard cock. It had been a long time since he had popped a cherry or even felt a pussy as hot and tight as Tawny.  He could not wait, he fucked her like she had fucked all her life, making her take all of his cock with each stroke.  Her body was taut, unable to move, unable to cushion the shock of the powerful strokes.  She groaned in pain under his body as his hips fucked his cock in and out, the only sounds in the room was of their moans and the slapping of flesh.

            Her rapist was crushing her bound body, fucking her for all he was worth, intent on dumping a load of his filthy cum inside her once virgin pussy.  He wanted to hurt her, wanted her to feel the power over her.  “Don’t Daddy, don’t fuck me so hard.  It hurts.  Just don’t bite on my nipples.  That would hurt too much.  They are too sensitive.”

            Michael’s head moved down her body until it reached her tits.  Such a nice pair, so firm, capped by two large swollen nipples.  He moved his mouth down to one and sucked it deep into the hot confines of his mouth, his tongue running over the hard bud.  He felt her try to push her breast farther into her mouth.  His teeth clamped onto the tender nipple and bit down hard.  He heard her scream, his cock pumping her harder, excited by what he was doing to her body.  He bit again, her pussy gripping his cock in response.  He fucked her hard, his cock hitting bottom each time painfully.  He sucked and bit, alternating between both tits.

            It felt like her nipples were bleeding, the sharp, shooting pain from her chest radiating out.  His cock continued to punish her pussy, his hips slamming into hers as he fucked her.  She closed her eyes again, her rapists taking her body for his lust, not caring whether she enjoyed it or not.  His only intent was to pleasure himself.  She could not believe her own voice.  “Daddy, don’t stick your dry fingers up my asshole.  I know you would be able to feel your cock inside me, but it would really hurt me, tearing my virgin asshole.  It would drive my pussy up into your hard cock.”

            Hands slipped under her ass cheeks, lifting her body up from the bed, stretching her limbs more as it did, the cuffs biting farther into her wrists and ankles.  She felt finger seeking out her ass crack, slipping down between the moist slit, wet with sweat and dew from her pussy.  She jolted up when two fat fingers found her asshole, playing around the tiny opening, rubbing over the tiny bump.  Her body tensed, waiting to be impaled on the fingers.  His teeth bit on her nipple extra hard, and she jumped in pain.  That was all he needed, he plunged two dry fingers up her asshole painfully, stretching and tearing the flesh as they bore into her soul.  She rose up on the bed, her limbs aching, her pussy forced to take the cock deeper inside her.  The fingers tore around her backside, rubbing painfully, twisting and opening.  She felt them push against the tiny skin separating her pussy from her asshole, trying to feel the cock on the other side raping her hard. 

            “Oh Daddy, you are fucking me so hard, make me cum,” she shouted out.

            He looked down at his daughter beneath him, her pussy taking his plunging cock, her body stretched and bound, his mouth and fingers tearing at her body.  He could not believe that a virgin could take so much at one time.  His finger slipped between their bodies and found her clit, pressing it up against his cock as it tore up and down her pussy.  He yanked at it painfully making it feel the cock plunging inside her. 

            That was the last straw.  When he touched her clit, when he pulled it painfully, she began to cum.  It was such a powerful orgasm, her body shuddering and shaking, her pussy tightening up on the cock inside her, gripping the pumping organ.  The two fingers pushed in deeper, splitting open inside her, stretching her anal passage painfully.  Another orgasm hit her, her pussy creaming all over the cock inside her.

            Michael fucked his cock deep inside her, knowing it was painful for her, trying to drive it up inside her womb.  He yelled as he came, dumping his hot cum inside his daughters pussy, not caring whether she could get pregnant or not.  Only caring about dumping is hot cum in her young, pulsating pussy.  They came together, soaking the sheets below them.  Over and over they came until they finally drained their bodies, Michael slumping down on top of Tawny, spent.

            “Please Daddy, I can’t breathe,” Tawny begged, feeling the cock inside her shrinking, his fingers pulling painfully from her asshole.  She clamped on them as they withdrew, afraid she might have an accident. 

            Michael sat up, looking at her body.  She was fucked, her nipples red and swollen, traces of his bites on her naked breasts.  Her pussy was bright red, covered in cum.  He looked down at his shrinking cock, covered in a light red sheen of drying cum and blood, testament to her loss of her virginity.

            She looked down at his cock.  The cock that had fucked her so hard only moments before.  It was now rapidly shrinking in size.  She closed her eyes again.  Her rapist had now spent his load inside her, filling her once virgin pussy with his demon seed.  But he was not finished with her yet.  No she still had some unfinished business.  “Daddy, don’t sit on my chest and make me suck your cock clean.  It’s covered with our cum and my blood.  It would taste awful and humiliate me.  Please don’t make me do it.”

            Her eyes were still shut when she felt him move.  She felt the bed move near her head and then she felt his legs on either side of her shoulders.  She felt his naked ass sit down on her upper chest.  She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, waiting. 

Michael looked down at her, her mouth open, her tongue out, waiting,   “Clean my cock, Tawny.  You know you always have to leave Daddy’s cock clean when he fucks you.”   His hands gripped the sides of her head, pulling her head up and began to feed his cock inside her mouth.  He shuddered when her lips closed around the head, her tongue rubbing over it, lapping at the head.

It tasted terrible, the coppery taste of her blood, the salty, thick cum filling her mouth.  She gagged, but her tongue continued to bathe the filthy cock, another gag, his cock pushing deeper into her mouth.  She could feel it starting to get harder again.  He let it slip out of her lips, her tongue running over it as he did.

He got up from her chest and began to unsecure her bondage.  She rolled over on her side when he pulled the cuffs off of her ankles and the cuffs from her wrists.  The marks would show for a number of days.  He slowly ran his hand over her ass as she lay their sobbing.  “What’s the matter, baby?”

            “I’m so humiliated, the things you made me do.  You fucked me like a whore.”

            He slapped her ass hard, her yelp making his cock hard again.  “And you fucked like one.  Now take a shower and get to bed.  We still have two more days until your mother and brother come home.  I want you home again tomorrow night again.  I have more things I’m going to do to you.”  He stroked his cock as she got up from the bed and left the room, naked, her legs barely able to keep her upright.  He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.  He would have to go out early and get some new toys.  He wanted some new surprises for her tomorrow. 

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She put her head down when she told Jessica.  “I’m ashamed at what he is doing to me,” she murmured softly, almost afraid to tell her best friend.  But she had to tell someone or she would go crazy.  They were sitting on a bench at the mall, a few people going by.

“Who?”  Jessica’s ears perked up.  She knew that Jimmy wasn’t fucking her.  Who else was there?

“My father.”  Tawny’s reply. There. She had said it aloud.  She almost felt good now that her shameful secret had been let out.  She looked up, seeing the astonished look on Jessica’s face.

“Your father is fucking you?”  Jessica waited for the answer, her mind racing with images of Tawny laying naked beneath her father, his hard cock pounding into her virgin pussy.  Tawny’s father had a great build and took care of his body, while Jessica’s father was already fat and going bald.  God, I wish he would fuck me, Jessica thought to herself, eager to lose her virginity.  But she didn’t want to lose it to a high school boy that was as inexperienced as she was.  She wanted a man to take it from her, someone that would rock her world when he took her.

“Yes”, Tawny said in a matter–of-fact tone.  “It’s been going on for a couple of weeks.  My mother is gone a lot, and Andy is a senior, so he’s not home very often, with friends and a serious girlfriend leaving him gone most nights.”  She waited for some kind of reaction from Jessica, her eyes staring directly into hers.

  “Give me the juicy details.” Jessica said eagerly.  “How did it begin?  What has he done to you?”  Jessica couldn’t wait for the story, her pussy wet with the thoughts that raced through her head.

“It started off when my towel accidentally fell off when we bumped into each other in the hallway.  Since that time he has been looking at me funny.  Not as a daughter, but as a woman.”  She paused for a second.  “Then he punished me.  With a spanking.  I told him I was too old, but it didn’t do any good”.

“He spanked you.”  Jessica’s mind raced, imaging it was her over his lap, his large powerful hand slapping hard on her cheeks, making her cry out in pain.  And then his hand giving her the pleasure.

“Yes.  And then he took liberties with me.  He took off my panties and made my ass naked.  Then he spanked me again.  It really hurt.  But that wasn’t the worst.”  Tawny paused, gathering the courage to continue with the embarrassing details.  “I hated it when he took off all of my clothes.  He even got into the shower with me.”  The memory came back to her too vividly, her naked father masturbating her, her shame at cumming under his expert fingers.

Jessica had to know.  “Did he make you cum?”  She wished she could play with her pussy, her panties drenched as Tawny told the story.

“Yes.” Tawny’s face was red with humiliation.  “I couldn’t help it.  His fingers excited me in a way that I can’t explain.”  She had masturbated after that, but nothing could match the explosive climax she had with her father.  She was ashamed of what had transpired in her house, but each time she masturbated it was always the image of her father stroking her to orgasm in the shower that made her cum.

“What about him?  Did you make him cum?”  Jessica imagined stroking Tawny’s father cock, watching it grow bigger as her fingers curled around the thick flesh.

“Yes, with my hand.”  Tawny paused, not sure she should say it.  “And my mouth.  He came in mouth.” 

Jessica had made Bill, her boyfriend, cum with her hand.  Many times, in fact, each time giving in to avoid him taking her virginity or forcing her to take him in her mouth.  She wasn’t sure she could do that - have a boy’s cock in her mouth.  Especially if he came in her mouth.  “God, how did you take it all in your mouth?”  She almost wished she could ask Tawny how big her father’s cock was.

It appeared to Tawny that it was almost as if Jessica wanted that ordeal to happen to her.  Instead of feeling sorry for Tawny, Jessica wanted all of the sexy details.  “He shoved it down my throat.  He held it there while I choked and gagged on it.  It was terrible.”  She almost cried, hoping for some sympathy from her best friend.

“I’m sorry Tawny. Jessica said, and put her hand on her friend’s shoulder, drawing her close to her.  She couldn’t even image taking a cock down her throat.

While Tawny wrapped her arms around her, Jessica pressed, “Did he take your virginity?”  She was sure that she had lost it to her father.

“Yes,” she replied, tears forming in her eyes.  “I was so ashamed.  He made me cum while he fucked me.”  She wouldn’t even mention how her father had tied her down or ate her pussy.  That would be too much.

“What are you going to do?  Are you going to tell your mother?”  Jessica didn’t know what she would do if she were in the same position.  After all, it was Tawny’s father they were talking about.  No daughter wanted to put her father in jail.  She was sure that it would devastate Tawny’s mother if she told her.

“No!  I couldn’t do that.  They’d put him in jail.”  Tawny cried.  She had almost resigned herself to the fact that she couldn’t stop her father from taking advantage of her, afraid of what he would do to her in the future.  Each day his demands had increased in perversion.  And with him binding her, she had no way to stop him even if she had the nerve to defy him.

“If there is anything I can do, just tell me.”  She hugged Tawny closer to her.

“Maybe you could spend the night with me this weekend.  My mother is going away today and at least he would leave me alone if you were there.  Tomorrow night?”  She looked into her Jessica’s eyes, pleading with her.

“Of course.” Jessica replied instantly, wanting to support her friend.  “We’ll spend the weekend together.”  She was a bit nervous.  Tawny’s father wouldn’t do anything with Jessica there.  Would he?

They shopped a bit before Tawny had to go home, no mention of Tawny’s confession brought up again.  “I’ll be over about ten tomorrow.  We can lay by the pool and get some sun.  Don’t worry, it’ll be okay.”  Jessica gave her a peck on the cheek, leaving her to go home, already thinking of her date with Bill tonight.  She hoped that Bill would play with her pussy and make her cum, her body so horny after hearing Tawny’s story. 

* * * * *

Tawny was relieved to see her that her father’s car was absent from the driveway when she got home.  A note was on the table as she entered.  She opened it.

Tawny, your father and I went out for dinner before he took me to the airport.  I’ll see you Tuesday. Your father will be home late tonight, he’s going to see me off at the airport even though the flight doesn’t leave until eleven.  He’s so sweet, always thinking of me.  Love you, Mom.

Tawny was at least grateful, hoping that by time he got home he would be too tired to try anything.  With Jessica staying over, all she had to figure out was what to do on Monday night.  She wrote a note, leaving it on the same table.

Dad, I was so tired that I went to bed early.  Jessica is going to spend the weekend with me.  Hope its okay.  Love Tawny.

Tawny watched TV for a while before going to bed.  She really was tired, the week having taken a toll on her.  She climbed into bed, pulling the covers up high to her neck.  She was asleep in minutes, and didn’t hear her father come in, well after midnight.

Michael read the note, his mind instantly fashioning a plan.  He picked up the phone, dialing his brother Joseph.  “Joe, sorry to call you so late, but I have a proposition for you.”  He had already told Joe about what he was doing with Tawny.  Joe hadn’t been shocked upon hearing the news - in fact he had thought it was natural for a father to introduce sex to his daughter.  After all, who was more qualified than her father?  They talked for a few minutes, then Michael ended the conversation with “I’ll see you about noon, Joe.  You wouldn’t regret it.”

* * * * *

Tawny was up early, surprised that her father was also awake after arriving home late last night.  She went over to where he sat at the breakfast table, drinking a cup of coffee and bid him good morning.  “I hope you don’t mind Jessica staying over this weekend.” she asked, and waited nervously for his reaction.  Fortunately, her father seemed to be in a good mood, and Tawny hoped that meant he would leave her alone.

He replied with a smile.  “Not at all.  I like Jessica.  You girls just do what you want.  I’m going out for a while, I probably wouldn’t be home until dinner.”  He turned around and left without waiting for a response, knowing that Tawny was probably relieved.  He could see it in her face, but inwardly he smirked as his cock grew hard at the thought of her naked body. So she thought she was safe from him for a few days?  He had the whole weekend to enjoy her.  And enjoy her he would.  He would teach Tawny the pleasures of womanhood.  And how to please a man.

* * * * *

They were lying out next to the pool enjoying the gorgeous day. The sun was warm upon their bodies but not too hot as to be uncomfortable.  Both of them were wearing bikinis, Jessica’s red and Tawny’s yellow, showing off their budding figures.  Tawny was a little worried that the skimpy bikini would entice her father, but Jessica assured her that she would protect her.  According to Jessica, her father wouldn’t dare to try anything in front of her.

Jessica opened up her purse, pulling out a flask, and saw Tawny’s eyes widen.  Her boyfriend had picked up the vodka cooler last night for her.  She held it out entreatingly to Tawny.  “Have a swig.  This stuff is great.  Real mild, but it gives you a great buzz.”  She took a swig for herself first, the vodka going down warm.

Tawny wasn’t sure that she should, but she didn’t want to act like a prude.  She almost choked as she took a big gulp, her stomach burning as the liquor rushed to her brain.  “Damn, that’s strong.”  She passed the flask back, both of them sitting up in the lounge chairs.  Tawny giggled nervously, feeling rebellious for drinking alcohol.

But Jessica had another surprise, pulling a joint out of her purse along with a lighter and ash tray.  “I come prepared.” she grinned.  She put the joint in her mouth, taking a big toke as she lit it.  The cloud of smoke rose up, Jessica’s chest heaving as she sucked in and held the hot smoke in her lungs.  She passed it to Tawny, not saying anything, too concerned with holding the smoke in her lungs as long as she could.  She could already feel the buzz of the liquor and the joint, her body becoming relaxed.

Tawny had only smoked a few times, all of those occasions with Jessica, not trusting to relax her inhibitions around anyone else.  She grabbed the joint and took in a deep breath of the harsh smoke, fighting the urge to cough.  It felt as if the smoke rushed to her brain in seconds, Tawny already growing dizzy.  The worrying thoughts of her father rushed from her head as the drugs and alcohol made her feel as if she wasn’t even in her own body any longer.

They smoked the joint, alternating with swigs from the flask to cool down their throats.  By time it was finished, both of them were pretty far gone, Tawny glad her father wouldn’t be home until late as she was sure their intoxication was obvious.  Jessica put the joint out in the ash tray, getting up and sitting next to Tawny.  She sat close to her, feeling the heat from Tawny’s body.  She put her arm around Tawny’s naked waist, Tawny not moving away from her touch.  Her other hand touched her chin, pulling her head toward hers, their eyes meeting, their mouths only inches apart.

Tawny knew something was about to happen and wasn’t afraid of it.  She and Jessica were best friends.  The buzz of the joint and liquor let her guard down, her tongue licking her lips as she knew they were about to kiss.  It seemed so natural, especially after all the unnatural acts with her father.  Tawny needed some gentle love-making in her life, even if it was with a female.

Jessica looked into her eyes, seeing her surrender, her lips pursed to receive the kiss.  She moved in close, feeling the electricity jump between their lips as they touched.  God, she didn’t think it would be quite like this.  She thought it would be like kissing a boy, but this was gentler, their lips so smooth and silky, their tongues intertwining with passion, not lust.  Jessica’s hand went up and cupped Tawny’s breast, her hand grasping her almost naked flesh tenderly, feeling her nipple spring to life beneath her fingers.  She heard Tawny moan, their naked hips touching.

Tawny thought she would cum when her tongue entered her mouth, driving deep, searching out her tongue until Tawny responded, their tongues meshing with each other.  Her nipple almost hurt when Jessica touched it, so sensitive, wanting to feel her gentle touch.  She reciprocated, tentatively touching Jessica’s breast, fuller than hers.  She slipped the shoulder strap off of Jessica’s shoulder, her hand finding her naked breast, the tip hard and pointed as her fingers gently squeezed it.  She moaned in Jessica’s mouth as she felt her breasts being caressed so gently, their lips moving against each others in a passionate kiss that left her breathless.

When Tawny made her breast naked, Jessica’s hand slid around her back, expertly unsnapping the top of her bikini, pulling it from around her neck, letting it slide between them.  She pressed her naked breast forward, her body jerking back in shock when their naked nipples pressed almost painfully into each other, the tips feeling so hard and pointed.  She moved back against her after pulling her top from her other breast, both of them naked from the waist up.  She began to rub her breasts against Tawny, her nipples so hard and pointed, her pussy dripping wet.  She didn’t know how far they would go, but she was eager to explore Tawny’s body.  With her hands and her mouth.  She finally broke the kiss, their faces inches from each other, their lips wet from the kiss.  Jessica looked down at Tawny’s breasts with a new look, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation of sucking the hard nipples.

“Are you okay with this?”  Jessica didn’t want to pressure Tawny, her father was already doing that. 

“More then I could imagine.”  Tawny could barely catch her breath as Jessica pushed her down on the chaise lounge, Jessica moving down with her, her body between Tawny’s legs until she was lying on top of her.  It wasn’t very comfortable, but the heat of the sun, the buzz of the joint and liquor combined to give her a feeling of so much pleasure.  She sighed when their pussies met, the bottom of their bikinis the only thing that separated their naked sex from each other.  Jessica’s head moved down, her mouth following to suck Tawny’s hard nipples gently into her mouth, her tongue lashing out at the hardened tip as Tawny’s hips rose up and began to rub her pussy against Jessica, moaning loudly.   She was going to cum and cum soon, Tawny’s hand reach between them to grasp Jessica’s nipple between her fingers.

Jessica pulled her mouth from Tawny’s nipple long enough to say.  “Pinch it hard.  I like it that way.”  She moaned in pleasure as Tawny’s fingers bit harshly into her nipple almost as if a vice was gripping the throbbing tip.  “God yes,” she cried out, burying her head into Tawny’s naked breasts, moving her mouth from one nipple to the other.  She ground her pussy against Tawny, the pleasure exploding in her loins.

“What have we here,” the voice exploded out of nowhere.

Jessica and Tawny both jerked up instantly, their pleasure shattered by the harsh male voice that broke their passionate embrace.  They both fumbled to find their tops, looking up to see Tawny’s father standing over them.  Tawny looked up in horror, for her father wasn’t alone.  Next to him was Tawny’s Uncle Joe, Jessica having met him before.  He was about five years younger than her father, both of them good-looking men.  In his hand were the two bikini tops dangling from his fingertips.  He pulled them back when they tried to reach for them, one of their hands pressing their naked breasts, trying unsuccessfully to hide their half naked bodies from their probing eyes.

“Daddy, what are you doing home so early?”  Tawny asked, projecting as much innocence in her words as she could, despite the alcohol and drugs flowing through her system.  She even smiled nonchalantly, trying to gain the upper hand of the situation and act as if nothing were going on.  “Can I have that Uncle Joe?”  She let her hand outstretch for the top. 

Jessica wanted to die, her hands clutching her naked breasts, seeing Tawny’s uncle staring at her lustily.

Michael looked down, seeing the ash tray, the remains of a joint in it, a flask lying on its side on the deck.  He looked over at Joe in mock consternation and gravely said, “It looks like I got her just in time.  Joints, alcohol, and now seeing Jessica seducing my sweet daughter.  I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t come home in time.”  He shook his head reprovingly.  “And for Uncle Joe to see both of you this way.” 

“It’s not what it looks like,” Jessica chimed in apologetically.

“I think it is exactly what it looks like.”  Joe responded harshly. His cock was so hard he was afraid he would bust his pants.  “I can only imagine what your parents will say about this.”  He smiled to himself when he saw the apprehension that flew across both girls’ faces.  It was time to lay the cards on the table and see if the girls would surrender.

“My parents?  You’re not going to tell my parents.”  Jessica said desperately.  She would be ruined, sure that it would somehow get around the school before long.  She would be accused of being a lesbian.  That wasn’t an image she wanted to cultivate.  It wasn’t that she hadn’t been enjoying the encounter with Tawny, but she still yearned for a hard cock.

“And your mother!”  Michael chimed, warming to the act.  “What do you think she would say about this, Tawny?”  When he saw the look of terror on his daughter’s face, he knew they had them right where they wanted them.  The girls were too afraid at the thought of their actions being revealed to others that they wouldn’t dream of defying Michael.  Now for a good weekend of two girls willing to do anything to get out of the mess they were in.  And anything and everything was exactly what would be required of them.

Tawny couldn’t even say anything, knowing her mother would be so disappointed in her.  “Please don’t tell,” she begged.

“Yes, please don’t, my parent would ground me for life.”  Jessica’s eyes pleaded with the men, hoping her girlish guiles would get her out of this.

Michael stuck to his stern act, wanting to prolong their fear until they were safely inside the house.  “I think we should go inside to discuss this.  Out of the prying eyes on the neighbors.  No telling what they have already seen you girls engaging in.”  He turned and started walking to the door when he heard Tawny’s voice.

“Can we have our tops back?”  Her voice pleaded with him. Even though he had already seen her naked, he imagined her state of undress was made worse for the fact that she was sitting in front of her Uncle Joe.  He at least had known her since she was a baby.

“Get inside and we’ll discuss it.  In your room.”  Uncle Joe followed him as they both went up the stairs to Tawny’s room, opening the door to enter.  The bed was covered with stuffed animals, the pink bedspread giving the room a little girl’s feel.  They waited inside, among the feminine and innocent frills, hearing the girls coming up the stairs slowly.

Jessica followed Tawny, her arms crossed over her naked breasts.  “What do you think is going to happen, Tawny?” she whispered nervously.

Tawny had already figured it out.  She had seen the bulge in her father’s pants.  And in Uncle Joes pants as well.  They wanted sex from them and they were going to have to accommodate them in whatever manner they wanted.  Tawny felt a surge of apprehension.  It was bad enough when she was alone with her father, but now she would have to perform for him in front of her best friend and Uncle Joe.  She wasn’t even sure what they would do to them, her father’s desires to perverse for her to even fathom.  She was resigned to her fate, however.  “They are going to want us.  Uncle Joe will want you.  I see the way he is looking at you.  It’s your choice.”  She saw the expression of disbelief on her friend’s face and added.  “Are you going to try to explain to your parents what my father saw?”

“Are you sure?  He wants me?  Sexually?”  It was so obvious that Jessica didn’t even realize it until Tawny said it.  She felt a rush of wetness between her legs as the thought of Joe taking her rushed in her head.  She had never done it with anyone before, never mind in front of others.  Would he take her virginity from her?  Of course he would, what older man didn’t desire taking a young virgin?  What else would he do?  Would he make her suck his cock and swallow his cum?  Like Tawny did to her father?  While she didn’t fathom being blackmailed into having sex, the thought of a forced sexual encounter made her wet with desire. 

“Of course.  He’s going to fuck you,” Tawny replied bluntly.  They were in front of Tawny’s bedroom door.  “Well?  What do you want to do?”  Tawny waited for her answer.

“I’ll do anything to keep my parents from finding out.”  Jessica had decided.

“I’m sure you will have to.”  Tawny opened the door to see her father and Uncle Joe waiting for them.  They both walked in.  Tawny was the first one to speak.  “We’ll do anything if you don’t tell.  Both of us,” she added.  She saw the smile light up their faces at her surrender.

Joe spoke to Jessica.  “Are you willing to do anything Jessica?  Anything?”  His cock jerked in pleasure as her voice broke the silence of the room.

“Whatever you want of me,” Jessica responded, surrendering her innocence to a man she barely knew.

They both sat down, the girls standing in front of them.  They dropped the tops of the girl’s bikinis on the floor.  “Why don’t you begin by putting your hands at your sides?  Show us those lovely tits.”  They waited patiently for the girl’s to begin performing for them. 

Tawny looked at Jessica, her hands falling to her sides, her hands in a fist as she stood half naked in front of them. Jessica followed suit, both of them standing with their hard pointed nipples thrust out.  Tawny could still feel the dampness on her nipples where Jessica had sucked them. The men’s eyes felt as if they were burning their chests, Uncle Joe looking at Tawny in a new light.

“Lace your hands behind your neck and bow out your elbows.  Arch your back and show us proudly those firm tits. Jessica has much larger nipples than Tawny does, as well as fuller breasts.”  Uncle Joe teased Tawny. 

Tawny tried to stick out her naked breasts even farther, as if she were trying to prove a point to Uncle Joe.  She felt her body turn red in shame as she paraded her half naked body to them.

Michael stroked his cock through his pants.  Two young girls for their pleasure for the weekend.  It seemed almost too good to be true.  He had many things to teach Tawny, but he would also like to try out Jessica, noticing with delight that her body was more mature than Tawny’s.  He was sure that Joe wouldn’t mind sharing, maybe would even agree to both of them taking her at once.  With Tawny joining in.

Michael and Joe got up, the girl’s eyes following their steps as they moved behind them.  “Look straight ahead,” he ordered them, both of them moving behind the girls, Joe behind Jessica.  His hands slid around her naked waist, his cock jerking in pleasure as he touched her silky skin.  He kissed her neck as his hands slid up to cup her firm breasts.  His large hands cupped them from below, a finger moving up to rub gently over each nipple, slapping at the tips, forcing them to swell into hard little points.

Jessica couldn’t stop the feeling of arousal at that first touch, her ass pushing back as soon as Joe touched her breasts, his calloused hands feeling so strange on her naked breasts.  His fingertips snapped at her nipples, her body shaking as he stimulated like no one had ever done before.  Most boys were content to make her feel good, doing whatever she wanted to please her.  She knew with Joe it would be different, that she would be forced to pleasure him.  And that was what worried her.  She had no idea what he would require of her.  She only knew that she would have to obey.  She felt his cock against her ass.  It was hard, just like her boyfriend’s cock.  But as opposed to Bill, Joe’s cock felt huge.  Like the size of a baby’s arm, throbbing against her ass.  One of his hands slid down to her hips, holding her against him, forcing her hips from side to side, her ass sensuously sliding over his throbbing member.  God, she could feel it jerking beneath his pants. 

Joe’s finger plucked at one of her nipples while he humped his cock against her ass, feeling her hips moving by themselves now, gently sliding her ass back and forth over his cock.  He couldn’t wait to get her naked, wanting to enjoy his naked cock rubbing on her firm ass cheeks.  Her nipple swelled beneath his touch.  His other hand moved back up again, both of her nipples pinched by his fingers. He began to tighten his fingers on her nipples, feeling the hard buds being crushed beneath his powerful fingers.  He thought she would cry out from the pressure, but she only moaned, her ass pushing back again on his cock.  He pulled her nipples out, feeling them stretch as he tightened his grip to keep them from slipping from his fingers.  They grew elongated, the pink nipple and dark brown areola almost two inches long.  “Do you like that?”  He whispered in her ear as he twisted her nipples.  “Do you like it when I squeeze your hard nipples like this?”

Jessica almost came as his fingers gripped her nipples in a vice, the pain shooting to her brain. But the strange part was the pleasure that raced to her loins, his cruel handling of her naked breasts exciting her.  She had always pinched her nipples while masturbating, but this was so much different.  His fingers were more intense, the pain mixing with the pleasure.  She was afraid to answer him.  But it hurt when he twisted her nipples, forcing her to answer.  “Yyyyees,” she murmured quietly, not wanting anyone else to know.  His only answer was to snap a fingernail against her nipple, the pain instantaneous, racing through her breast.

“Then you’ll love the jewelry I have for you.  Some lovely clamps for your nipples,” he teased her, his fingers racing all over her breasts, his large hands able to encircle her breast and crush it in his palm, her breast flesh pushing out from between his fingers.  When he released them, his red finger marks stayed on her white flesh.  Jessica was going to be an exciting girl to play with, Joe thought, sure that he could drive her to excess, forcing her into the most perverse acts.  “Are you a virgin?” he asked, hoping her answer would be affirmative.  There was nothing like seeing the shock and wonder that came upon a virgin’s face when she was fucked for the first time.

Jessica was a bit grateful, but also disappointed when he released the tips, his hands still cradling them her breasts. Her nipples felt deserted, hard and throbbing.  “Yes,” she answered. 

Joe wanted more of an answer.  “I assume you mean your pussy is virgin.  But what about your mouth?”  Have you ever been fucked in your mouth?”

Jessica turned red, but answered. “Yes,”

“How about your ass?”  He pushed up harder against her ass, his cock throbbing against her cheeks.

She was shocked by his question, never even considering such a despicable act.  Sodomy was for gay guys to indulge in.  “Never.  I’d never do that,” she said adamantly.

Joe slyly smiled as he rubbed his cock against her again. “Imagine a nice, hard cock inside your tight asshole.  You’d be surprised how it would feel.  Especially if you had another cock in your pussy.  It would feel like a log splitting you up the middle.”  His cock throbbed at the idea.

“It’d kill me,” Jessica begged.  She couldn’t imagine two cocks in her at once! Was it even possible? She looked over at Tawny’s father, her eyes staring down at the bulge in his pants.  They both had large cocks, and she was sure they would tear her apart if they both fucked her at once.

“You ever been tied up?  Tied up for sex?”  He was sure that her mind was racing as to what she had agreed to.

She never imagined being tied up, the sudden thought making her wet as she felt a shudder run through her body.  She could almost feel the helplessness of being bound, Joe’s hands and cock taking advantage of the bondage to force her into perverse acts.  Even sodomizing her, the thoughts of being bound face down on a bed, legs spread, arms tied to the corner of the bed.  She could feel his weight on her back, the fumbling between their bodies as she felt the rubbery flesh of his cock pushed against her asshole.  “No,” she said, almost apologetically.

As Joe continued his dirty talk to Jessica, Michael let his hands slide down over Tawny’s hips and then glide forward to cup her sex in one hand, his large hand forcing her to spread her legs to accommodate him.  Her ass pushed up against him.  “Yes, rub my cock with your ass.  I like that.”

His fat finger snuggled between the lips of her pussy, pushing aside the thin fabric of her bikini.  Tawny began to rock as his finger moved up and down her slit, rubbing her sensuously.  She was still dizzy from the joint and aroused by Jessica’s kiss, her father’s finger masturbating her as she stood half naked in front of Uncle Joe.  It felt too good.  Too good to admit.  She rubbed her ass, feeling her father’s cock jerking against her cheeks.  Jessica would have so much to learn, sure that Uncle Joe intended to introduce her to the most perverse acts, just as her father had done.  Tawny had only to be sodomized to fully experience every way a woman could be fucked, the cock jerking against her ass giving her the feeling that her ass wouldn’t be spared today.  She moaned when his hot hand slid up and down in her bikini bottom, his finger finding her wet. Tawny was ashamed of the wetness, but knew there was no way of hiding it, for a soft slurping sound could be heard in the room as Michael continued to massage her pussy lips in an up and down motion.  She cringed when he went so far as to comment on her wetness, saying “Yo Joe, listen to this.  Her cunt’s gushing like a faucet!  He smiled when he saw Tawny bow down her head, knowing that she was embarrassed by the obscene word.  So he used it again, to further humiliate her.  “Yeah, your cunt juice is lubing up my finger just beautifully.” he said, and ran the pad of his finger around her clit a few times to encourage more juice to seep out before sliding his finger up and down again. 

“Yeah Michael, I can hear her pussy all right.” Joe grinned from behind Jessica, where he was rhythmically squeezing her full breasts.  “Why don’t you slip a finger in her to test how easily she’s gonna take your cock?” he suggested.

“I was planning to.” Michael replied and unceremoniously shoved his middle finger up Tawny’s hole, wiggling it around and causing her pussy to make more of the wet, sucking sounds.  He pulled it out as Tawny groaned, only to shove it in hard again.   His finger almost lifted her up as it slid inside her pussy, her wetness making it slick.  She rocked back on her heels as she found herself suddenly impaled by her father’s finger, groaning. 

Michael found her pussy drenched, his finger entering her easily, snuggling deep inside her hot, tight flesh.  Then he had another idea. “Maybe the girl’s should continue where we interrupted.”  He swirled his finger inside Tawny, feeling her muscles grip his finger almost willingly.  Maybe she was learning her place in life. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Jessica? Joe asked.  It would be even better with us watching both of you.”  He felt her body shake in fear.  “But first, I would like Jessica to show us her body.  A very lovely virgin body.”  He moved away from her, seeing Michael and Tawny sit down on the bed.  He had pulled his finger out of his daughter’s pussy, a light smacking sound heard in the room as the digit left her wet flesh.  Joe turned Jessica until she was facing the other two, moving to join them on the bed. 

Jessica didn’t know if she could do it, seeing three pairs of eyes staring at her, waiting for her to strip naked.  And worse.  She stood before them, her body perspiring as she waited.

“Slip off the bikini bottoms, Jessica.”  Joe urged.  “Show us that virgin pussy.”  He waited, his hand on his cock, feeling it jerk as he rubbed it slowly.

Tawny felt her father’s hand cover hers, moving it until it rested on the front of his pants.  “Please, don’t make me do that again.”  It was so shameful when he made her stroke his cock. 

Michael began to move her hand back and forth, his cock growing under her soft hands.  “Don’t make me punish you,” he warned, though in actuality he wished she would defy him.  He enjoyed punishing her young, naked body.  He felt her surrender, pulling his hand away as she continued the forced masturbation.  “Yes, a bit harder,” he said as her hands rubbed him, making his cock jerk beneath her touch.   

Jessica’s eyes pleaded with Joe, but all she saw was the lust in them as he eyed her naked breasts.  She didn’t understand how her nipples could be so hard, embarrassed as Tawny and her father also watched her, Tawny now stroking her father’s cock.  She didn’t have any choice though, and tried to imagine that they weren’t there, her hands moving down to her waist, hooking the low waistband and slowly peeling them down over her hips.  She felt shame as her breasts hung down as she was forced to bend over, her thighs almost too tightly together to pull the bottoms down.  She felt a rush of juices in her pussy when the bottoms slid over her bush, knowing that she was almost naked.  Down the bottoms went, Jessica trying to bend over demurely as she slid them down her legs, kicking them off her feet one foot at a time.  She stood back up, her two hands cupped over her sex, hiding it from their prying eyes.

“That’s very nice, Jessica,” Joe said.  “But you’re going to have to move your hands to your side.  Show us that lovely bush that you wanted Tawny to play with.”  He waited for a second.  “NOW!”  His voice rose up, shattering the quiet of the room.  Even Tawny jumped at the unexpected loud order, her hand stroking her father’s cock faster.

The sudden harshness in his voice scared her.  Would he hurt her if she didn’t perform to his liking?  The thought of him forcing himself on her, maybe even tying her up scared her.  She hung her head down as she moved her hands to the side, the rush of air hitting her sex, knowing that they all could see her naked.  She stood before them, her body trembling for long minutes, waiting for the next humiliating act. 

“Take my cock out and stroke it,” Michael ordered Tawny.  He wanted to feel her soft hands on his hot flesh again.  She hesitated, looking up at him, Michael returning to stare into her eyes.

Jessica’s eyes looked up when she heard the soft whisper of a zipper being pulled down.  She watched as Tawny slid her father’s fly down, her hand fishing into his pants, returning out with his hard cock.  Her father’s ass rose up from the bed as Tawny maneuvered his cock from the tight fitting pants, finally having to help Tawny by unbuckling his belt and the top of his pants.  His cock was larger and thicker than she had ever soon.  Even with her boyfriend, she had stroked his cock, but it was usually dark in the car when it happened.  She was now staring at a mature man’s naked cock in the bright light of the room, almost forgetting her own nakedness as she was mesmerized at the long appendage.  Jessica watched, transfixed, as Tawny’s hand returned to stroking it, her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft as she slid up and down.  He best friend was jerking off her own father!  But Jessica couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the taboo vision in front of her.  And Tawny was certainly taking her daughterly duties seriously!  Jessica thought as she watched Tawny’s other hand rub over the head of her father’s cock, seeing it glistening in the light, leaking his cum already.  Tawny looked at her father, seeing the look of pleasure in his eyes as his daughter masturbated his cock. Jessica was sure she could never do such a thing to her father.

Michael’s swollen penis grew larger in Tawny’s hand as she stroked his cock, the hot flesh feeling as if it were burn her hand.  She gripped it firmly, her small hand circling the head, squeezing firmly as she slowly pumped down to the base.  She jerked it with an inexperience that was far more arousing to Michael than a practiced stroke, for Tawny seemed intent on what she was doing, curiously exploring every inch of his hard dick.  Her fist slid down to the base of his cock, where she gripped it firmly by the root and wagged it back and forth a few times, fascinated despite herself when she saw the head get redder.  Up and down she squeezed, sliding the foreskin over the hard muscle beneath.  Her hand ran over the head, back and forth over the hole until it leaked, the wetness hot and sticky, the taste quickly filling her brain as she remembered taking it in her mouth in disgust.  She stroked it faster, hoping to make him cum so he wouldn’t put it in her mouth.

Joe wished it was Tawny stroking his cock, never imagining such a sight before, his precious niece an expert at masturbating despite her relatively small amount of experience. Hopefully Michael would share her talents with him.  He returned to Jessica, seeing her eyes staring in amazement as Tawny jerked off her father.  He looked at her pussy, a neatly trimmed bush that failed to hide her puffy lips.  He wanted to see more.  “Spread your legs for us.”

Joe’s voice woke Jessica out of her hypnotic observation, looking to see him staring down between her legs.  She slowly spread one leg out about a foot, waiting for his next command. 

“You can do better than that.”  He reprimanded.  “I want them as wide as your shoulders.  I want to see some pink in that pussy,” he joked, seeing her turn red in shame.  Never before had anyone referred to her intimate areas, let alone used such crude language to describe them.

Her feet shuffled out, Jessica feeling her labia opening up, the cool air blowing on her heated pussy.  She shivered, in spite of the warm day.  She waited, looking down to see if her legs were spread far enough, ashamed at how wide they were. 

“A virgin pussy,” Michael joked from the bed, having slowed down his daughter’s hand so as not to blow his load yet.  “I haven’t seen one for a few weeks now.  Ever since I busted Tawny’s cherry.” he smiled.  “Spread your lips open with your fingers, Jessica.  I want to see that dark, forbidden hole.”  His hand moved over to Tawny’s shoulder, pushing her head down to his lap.  “Suck my cock, honey,” he urged her, his cock jerking as he felt her hot breath on his cock.

“Please, don’t make me do that.  Let me use my hand.  I’ll make you cum,” Tawny pleaded, trying to bargain with her father.  She hated it when he made her do that, his cock tasting terrible, sure that he would cum in her mouth or on her face, where the hot crème felt as if it would burn her when it landed on her skin. 

“No, I want those lips wrapped around my cock now,” he ordered her.  He put his hands on her head, pushing her down onto his throbbing cock.

She could only lick her lips as his hand forced her head down, her hand holding his cock up rigid as her mouth formed an oval, ready to receive his thick cock in her mouth.  He didn’t stop pushing until she felt the head of his cock slip between her lips, leaving a trail of the foul tasting cum on her lips.  She tightened her lips around his cock, the thick flesh splitting her lips wide, his hips urging up into the air, feeding more of his cock into her unwilling mouth.

Tawny gagged and tried to regain control of the situation, pulling her head back instead and lightly lapping at the head of the cock.  She figured if she took little licks of his cum, she would be accustomed to the taste by the time he ejected it all in her mouth when he came.  Fortunately Michael didn’t seem to mind her defiance.  It was actually better to have her hot little tongue teasing the head of his cock, delaying his cum.  That way, he could watch the spectacle before him undistracted by an orgasm.  He fought not to cum, her hot, wet mouth tightening on the head of his cock as it jerked in pleasure.  He stroked her head.  “That’s not so bad now, Tawny.  I can tell you like Daddy’s cock in your mouth, isn’t that right honey?”  Tawny murmured something unintelligible and drew the crown of his cock into her mouth and light pull on it.  Pretty soon Michael forgot about Joe and Jessica and began to pull her head up and down, his hips moving with the suction of her lips on his cock.  “Your tongue, Tawny.  Lap at my cock with your tongue like a good dog.”  He felt his cock shoot a small load of cum into her mouth, unable to contain himself.  He tightened his muscles as he fought the urge to cum, holding her head still.  He finally felt the urge go by.  “Just a little cum for you honey,” he said, his hand moving her head up and down again.  “You suck like a whore.”  Saying those filthy words to his own daughter propelled his orgasm, and he jacked his daughter’s head harder and faster over his cock.

His hands felt like a vice on Tawny’s head, holding her still.  Her mouth was unexpectedly filled with hot cum, the thick, salty crème spraying her tongue, filling her mouth with the terrible taste.  She gagged, her mouth filled with his hard flesh as she breathed rapidly through her nose.  She finally tried to swallow the cum, feeling it slowly slide down her throat and into her stomach, the taste still lingering in her mouth.  His hands began urgently again, pulling her face on and off his cock again.

 

Jessica watched as Tawny was forced to suck her father’s cock, his hand gliding her head up and down, Jessica surprised as she watched her best friend swallow so much of her father’s cock into her mouth.  She could hear her choking and gagging each time her father shoved her too deep, her eyes tearing.  She was afraid that Joe would force the same perversion on her, Jessica not sure that she could take a cock in her mouth.  It was just despicable.  Then she was broken from her thoughts when heard Joe’s voice again.

“Reach down and pull your pussy lips apart.  Real wide.  Until they hurt.  I want to see all of you.”  He was ready to inspect her himself, but he wanted to humiliate her a bit more first. 

Jessica’s hands reluctantly slid down to her sex, her fingers finding her pussy dry as she pulled back her labia.  She yanked until it almost felt as she was tearing them off, afraid that if she didn’t, Joe would and he would be even harsher.  She looked down, ashamed at how exposed she was, her insides so clearly visible. But apparently not visible enough for Joe, because he said “That’s nice little hole, sweetheart, but I wanna see that little berry too.  Pull your hood up so I can see that sweet little clit.”  Jessica was mortified.  He wanted her to stretch her skin every way until nothing was hidden from view.  She hesitated, reluctant to release her sensitive little organ from its protective hood.  Joe quickly kneeled before her. 

“What’s wrong honey, you need a little help?”  He reached out with both hands and used his thumbs to gently push her hood back until her little red clit popped out.  Joe let out a long whistle.  “Now that is truly beautiful, darling.” he said, his face inches from her gaping pussy.  Jessica wanted to melt on the spot.  Not only had she and Bill only done some heavy petting, they had always fooled around in the dark, where it was easy to cover up one’s self-consciousness.  Now here she found herself with an older man’s face just inches from her widespread pussy, in a brightly lit room! She looked down to see her clit  exposed, surprised how big it looked.  She held her lips open, her fingers straining to keep herself so obscenely exposed.

“That’s good enough to eat Tawny.” Michael commented as he tried to see around Joe’s head.  “If we didn’t stop you two, I’m sure that is what would have happened.  Now you only get to suck cock.” He pulled her face down deeper onto his cock, feeling her strain as his cock tried to breach the back of her throat, her hands clenched tightly at her side as she choked. He let her pull back.  “Do you like Daddy’s cock in your throat?  You’re getting to be Daddy’s little cock sucker.”  He loved teasing her.

“You’re such an obedient slut, Jessica.  Now turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks apart.  I want to see your asshole.”

“NO!  I can’t do that,” she protested loudly.  She released her lips, her legs going together as if she could hide her sex from them.

“Would you rather I do it?”  His powerful voice was adamant.

“Please,” she begged.  “That’s too humiliating.”  She couldn’t pull her cheeks apart and reveal her tiny anus. 

“Maybe you’d rather play with Tawny.”

It had to be better than showing her ass.  “Yes,” her voice low.

Michael pulled Tawny off his cock, her head moving up, her lips covered with his cum, her chest moving up and down as she filled her lungs with air.  “You want to play with Jessica?  Or would you rather suck my cock some more?”

Anything was better than than.  He was getting urgent, shoving his cock down her throat too many times, her choking and gagging making her stomach turn.  “Yes Sir,” she answered quietly.

“Get them bottoms off and lay down on the bed,” he ordered her.  He watched as Tawny slid the bikini bottoms off, letting them slide to the floor.  She lay down in the center of the bed.  “Spread your legs for her honey.  Jessica wants some of your pussy.”  He saw her shame as her legs spread wide, her pussy opening up to his eyes.

Jessica moved over to the bed, walking slowly as if it were her death march.  Joe moved close to her, his hand dropping to her hip, Jessica jerking away as she felt his calloused hand on her naked flesh.  He pulled her closer to him, his hand returning to her hip.  She began to climb onto the bed, seeing Tawny spread out obscenely in an ‘x’, her arms and legs spread wide.  What would have been a romantic encounter before was turning into a perverted act, Michael and Joe wanting to watch them have girl sex, Jessica not even sure what to do now.  She felt Joe stop her.

“The other way.  I want your head at her feet.  Straddle her head with your legs.”  Joe pushed her the other way.

No, he couldn’t think she could do that, but his hands were pushing her to the other end of the bed.  His powerful hands guided her into the position he wanted her, Jessica finding her face over Tawny’s wide spread legs.  She felt her knees yanked wide apart by Tawny’s father until she was straddling Tawny’s face.  She wasn’t sure, but she could almost feel Tawny’s breath on her sex.  They were not to be refused, Jessica finding her body poised above Tawny, knowing that Joe wanted them to lick each others pussy.  This was not what Jessica had in mind on the lawn chair.  She thought more of some innocent kissing, maybe sucking their nipples and rubbing pussies.  But not putting her tongue in Tawny’s pussy.

Joe was next to her face, Michael whispering into Tawny’s ear.  They both said the same thing.  “Lick her pussy.  Real good now.   I want your tongue deep inside her.”  Jessica found her head pushed down, her ass similarly manhandled, finding her body pushed down on top of Tawny.

Tawny knew better then to protest the perverse act, seeing Jessica’s sex slowly covering her face.  She wet her lips as she inhaled the aroma of her sex.  She had tasted her own juices, finding it much more enjoyable then her father’s cum, not so salty and definitely not as thick.  She really wouldn’t have minded this happening if it was still just the two of them, but with Uncle Joe and her father watching, she was afraid of what further perversions they would force upon them.  She didn’t have time to think, it growing darker as Jessica’s body pushed down on her face until her nose was almost flattened.  She stuck out her tongue, finding it come instantly in contact with her slit, the wide expanse of Jessica’s legs forcing her pussy lips open.

“Let her breathe,” Michael pulling Jessica up by her hips.  “She’s going to eat you, but you have to let her breathe.” 

Jessica thought she would cum the moment she felt the wet tongue on her slit.  She jerked her body up, not from Michael‘s order, but in shock at the intimate touch of Tawny’s wet tongue on her slit.  She braced her body up on her knees, her head pushed down by Joe until she came in contact with Tawny’s pussy.  She pushed her tongue out of her mouth and swiped it up her slit in a quick maneuver that even surprised her.  She felt Tawny gasp in pleasure as Jessica’s tongue glided up and down her slit, finding Tawny already wet.  It didn’t taste bad, her tongue lashing again at her slit, finding Tawny rising up her hips, driving her sex into her tongue.  Jessica moaned in pleasure as she felt for the first time a tongue on her sex.  She couldn’t describe the pleasure she felt as Tawny used her tongue with such skill, driving up and down her slit.  But the most pleasure was when she lashed at Jessica’s clit, her lips sucking it deep into her mouth, her tongue lashing back and forth across it, Jessica’s body jerking up and down.

Tawny almost forgot the men watching them, her face hiding their leering glances as both girls tried to match each other, their tongues bringing such pleasure, their pussies wet with desire.  Tawny made her tongue hard and stuck it into Jessica’s vagina until she felt it touch her hymen, fucking it in and out like it was a little cock taking her virginity.  Jessica, not to be outdone, reciprocated, fucking her tight hole with her tongue. 

“The little sluts like it,” Joe commented as he heard them moaning, their hips fucking up and down, the slurping sounds filling the room.  Joe moved to the other end of the bed next to Michael, no longer needing to make Jessica perform, both girls enjoying their oral ministrations to much to bother with them.

            Jessica was almost ready to cum, never feeling such pleasure before.  Tawny had her pussy eaten by her father, ashamed at how she had so lewdly cum under his expert tongue, her body tense, knowing that her father was near her, watching her every movement, afraid of what he might do.  She heard the sharp slap of a hand hitting flesh, felt Jessica’s pussy smashing into her face, crushing her nose until she finally pulled back up.

“Don’t move your ass,” Joe warned Jessica, a sharp crack on her ass leaving the white globe of her cheek red with his handprint.  She pushed her ass back up into the air again, sure that Jessica found that she was suffocating her best friend with her pussy.

Jessica’s ass stung terrible, not having been spanked for at least ten years.  She didn’t know what Joe was up to, but she submissively raised her ass up into the air again, not wanting to feel his powerful hand on her stinging cheek again.  She went back to driving her tongue into Tawny’s pussy, lapping at her abundant juices.  She heard them talking behind her, finally realizing how obscenely she was positioned.

“Look at that tiny asshole.”  With her ass shoved up, her legs spread, her cheeks were pulled apart, her crack almost disappearing.  Her anus was just a tiny spot between her crack.  Joe was not to be denied, his hand touching her cheeks, Jessica’s body trying to jerk away before another crack on her ass kept her still.  He pulled her cheeks farther apart unceremoniously, watching as Jessica’s tiny asshole began to stretch open. 

They were both staring at her ass, Jessica ashamed at them looking at her most intimate hole.  She never fathomed such a thing happening to her, especially not by Tawny’s father and a strange older man.  But her she was, slapped again when she tried to hide from their prying eyes, hands now pulling her cheeks apart, her anus beginning to burn as it pulled open.  She was sure they were going to tear her open before Joe finally stopped, a strange feeling in her backside as they cold air of the room went in her hole.  She lost the ardor of the moment, their prying hands and eyes taking away the tongue that lashed at her clit, trying to drive an orgasm from her body.

“You going to fuck it?”  Michael asked, already knowing the answer.

“Damn right I am.  What about Tawny?  You going to teach her to pleasure your cock with her asshole?”

“It’s the last thing I have to teach her.  She already knows how to fuck and suck.  She just needs experience now.  And this weekend will give her a lot of it.  I think we might just take them each two at a time, let them feel what its like to have that much cock at one time.  Too bad we don’t have another for their mouth.”  Michael’s mind was already reeling.

Joe’s cock need relief soon, the talk of taking the girls and their oral sex was making his balls ache.  He released Jessica’s cheeks, letting his finger slide along her crack, pausing at her asshole, feeling the heat of her body and her muscles pursing as it felt the gentle probing of his finger.

She trembled as his finger touched her backside so intimately, the pressure increasing, Jessica afraid he would breach her backside.  She was relieved when he moved away, feeling him get off the bed and move towards her again.

He pulled her off of Tawny.  “That’s enough for now.  Don’t want the both of you to get too used to girl sex.  We’ll have you craving cock before the weekend is over.” 

“Off the bed Tawny.  You can come over and suck my cock while Uncle Joe masturbates Jessica for us.”  He pulled her off the bed to find a chair, pushing Tawny to her knees before him. He pulled his cock out again, his hands on her head.  “Suck,” he ordered her.  He felt her hot mouth engulf the head of his cock, her tongue already slashing over the head of his cock.  She was horny from eating pussy, her mouth more eager to suck his cock now, looking for some relief.  “Make me cum and I’ll let you cum,” he explained to her.  Her head began to move up and down, one of her small hands cradling his balls, squeezing gently.  “Yeah, you know what to do my little whore.”

Tawny found herself sucking her father’s cock again, this time submissively kneeling between his legs.  She found that in her high state of arousal, she was almost looking forward to sucking cock. But there was a lust between her legs that was unfulfilled, Jessica’s tongue exiting her but leaving her on the edge.  Her father said he would make her cum if he did, her hands eager to please him.  She took long pulls of her father’s cock, nursing the organ like a baby bottle.  Up and down she slid her lips, flattening her tongue against the underside as more and more cock filled her throat.  Each time she felt herself begin to gag she retreated, and focused on taking short, hard pulls from the head.  It wasn’t long before Michael was groaning in pleasure.

Jessica found herself in the center of the bed on her back, Joe kneeling over her.  Her arms were thrust up over her head, Joe warning her to keep them there or he would tie them, the thought of being bound scaring her.  She grabbed the headboard almost as if she were bound, waiting for Joe’s touch on her body.  She didn’t have to wait long, his fingers reaching down to pluck her nipples from her chest, yanking them until her back was pulled from the bed, the ache in her pinched nipples radiating through her chest.  His fingers were strong, her nipples feeling like they were in a vice as her breasts were pulled into a cone, stretched far from her body by her nipple.  “AAAAWWW,” she moaned, not sure if it were pain or pleasure, his fingers so demanding.  “EEHHH,” she felt her nipples twisted, feeling the blood cut off from the tip.  Her hips began to move, her legs opening and closing, wishing she could run her fingers through her slit. 

Joe liked the way she responded, Jessica spreading her legs submissively.  Maybe she was enjoying the pain.   He released her nipples, watching her firm breasts dance on her chest as they sprang back.  He slapped one of her breasts, his hand hitting it firmly on the side, smashing it into the other.  There was a shocked look on her face, but her hands never moved, her fingers white from gripping the headboard.  He looked over at the night stand, finding what he was looking for.  He got up and took the string off the pile of letters, returning to the bed.  Jessica’s eyes were on his hands as he bent down, taking the string, making a circle with it, leaving it open as he slowly lowered it until he lassoed one perky nipple.  He let it slip around, his fingers slowly tightening the noose until it slipped just below the nipple.  He pulled, watching the noose tighten on her nipple, seeing it turning dark red as he pulled the noose tight.  Her hips began to move more, up and down as if she were trying to find something to fuck, opening and closing, Joe seeing her pussy drenched in her juices.  He pulled up on the string, watching the nipple bend as the string tightened on the flesh.  He pulled up, her beautiful nipple yanked harshly out of shape, stretched and tightened as he yanked her by the string.  Her back arched up, trying to relieve the strain but Joe just pulled higher.  Her legs opened wide, her hips moving up and down, her dark hole so inviting. 

Jessica couldn’t believe it, her proud nipples treated so harshly.  But what bothered her most was the tingling in her loins each time Joe abused her firm young, breasts.  She spread her legs as if she were a whore, wishing Joe would touch her down there, sure she would cum from the first touch.  The slap on her breast shocked her, no boy would ever do such a thing, but Joe was different, abusing her body with no regard to her pain.  Or pleasure.  She looked over at Tawny, seeing her father pulling her on and off his cock as if she were a shoe, her mouth taking his powerful thrusts, gagging each time he pushed too far.  Jessica was scared of taking a cock in her mouth, especially with Joe, sure that he would have no compulsion of jamming his cock far down her throat.  The pain raced through her nipple as Joe attached a small string to her nipple, Jessica not believing that it could be that tight, feeling like a knife was slicing through her delicate nipple.  She held the headboard tight as her nipple bent painfully in two, Joe yanking her up by her nipple, the small string more powerful than it looked.  She bit her lip as her nipple felt as if it were torn from her chest.  She didn’t realize until she looked down, her knees bent to the side, her sex opened up wide, her hips moving up and down.  Her pussy was drenched, wishing Joe would touch her down there, ashamed at her own lust. 

Joe made another noose, wrapping it around the other hard nipple, yanking it up, watching as the pink nipple bent and turned dark red as the blood was trapped in the tip.  He yanked up on the string, both of her nipples stretched, her firm, young breasts now yanked out of shape.  He moved the string to her mouth.  “Hold the string in your mouth.  If you let it go I’m going to spank your titties.”  Her mouth opened, Joe putting the string in them, making her yank her nipples up high.  “Good girl. Now keep it tight.”  His fingers touched her nipples, teasing them harder, watching the tips swell.

He made her yank her own nipples, the string tightly in her mouth as she pulled her head up, making the string tighten more.  She felt his fingers on her nipples, his fingernails snapping them, igniting a deeper pain.  Her nipples throbbed, feeling her heartbeat in each tip, a deep ache in her breasts.  She could only mumble her scream as she felt Joe slap the inside of her thigh, on the tender inner skin, the pain racing through her body.

“Spread those pretty legs and keep them open.  No matter what I do.”  He slapped the other thigh, seeing her legs spread open wide just like a whore.  “Yes, that’s a good girl.  Keep that string tight,” eyeing her nipples, the red tips now almost pulled painfully two inches long.  She seemed to like the pain, not sure if she even realized it.  She still held the headboard, her tiny hands wrapped tightly around in.  Maybe he should tie her up when he fucked her and took her innocence, sure that it would drive an explosive orgasm from her untrained body.  She needed someone like him to teach her the perversities that would ignite the lust in her.

Her thighs ached, her legs spread so widely, her thighs still stinging from the slaps.  His hands returned to her inner thighs, this time almost gentle as they rubbed from the knees to her crotch, teasing so close to her pussy that she could almost feel it.  Please touch me there she mentally begged him, her legs shaking as she held them spread wide for him. 

He could see her juices running down the inside of her thighs, she was ripe for cumming, but he wanted her to beg first.  His hand cupped her sex almost gently, gradually tightening his grip, feeling her puffy lips beneath his powerful grip.  Her hips rose up from the bed, wanting more of his touch in spite of him gripping her tighter.  He let a finger slip between her lips, finding her insides drenched with her lust.  He began to clench his hand, unclench it, then clench it again.  Her moans of lust filled the room as her hips began to move, humping his large hand as if she were a bitch dog in heat.

Her friend’s moans of lust registered in Tawny’s mind as worked as her head bowed under the pressure of her father’s hands, guiding her mouth further down his cock.  It was terrible, her father’s cock driving in her mouth almost methodically.  He had gotten into a rhythm, his hands holding her head submissively onto his fucking cock, his hips driving back and forth.  He would pump his hips five times, each time pulling back out.  But it was the sixth one that Tawny waited and feared.  His hands would tighten on her head, his hips driving his cock into her unwilling mouth and he would stop, his cock poised at the entrance to her throat, waiting until Tawny would choke.  “EEEGGG,” she mumbled, her throat opening up as she gagged, his hands ready, driving her head onto his cock as if it were a boot, his powerful hands shoving his cock down into the breach of her throat.  “MMMGGGG,” she gagged as his cock pushing into her burning throat, forcing the muscles aside as Tawny’s mouth opened wide, her eyes tearing as he throat fucked her.  Her tongue instinctively pushed against his cock, unwittingly massaging it in an effort to push it out. She felt her lips pushed against his pubic hair, Tawny not even believing that she had taken it all in her mouth, but it was true, her ragged breathing testament to the thick cock that blocked her breathing from all but her nose.  “CCCuuuff,” spitting out his cock as he released her head from his grip, the drool running down her chin as she sucked in as much air as she could into her desperate lungs.  His hands returned to the side of her face, lifting her head back up again, his cock throbbing inches from her mouth.

“Open up again honey,” he whispered almost sweetly to her, his cock eager to feel her lips and throat massage his pulsating flesh.

“No more, Daddy, it hurts in my throat.” She pleaded, tears running down her face, drool and cum on her chin as she begged him.

He pushed his cock against her lips, rubbing the wet head along her silky lips.  He put a finger into the corner of her mouth, forcefully breaching it, the head of his cock battering its way inside her again.  His hands held her head up, her lips wrapped around his cock as he fed his cock into her waiting mouth.  “Do it for daddy,” he urged her.  “He likes it when he fucks your throat.  Your choking and gagging brings me so much pleasure.”

She felt his hips beginning again, Tawny counting the number of times that moved back and forth, the sixth stroke driving it deep in her mouth, his hands waiting to urge it down her choking throat again.

Joe began to fuck Jessica with his fingers, Michael’s moans of pleasure intensifying his anticipation, careful not to bust her cherry, eager to do that with his cock.  She was humping up and down as his finger swirled around her tight opening, tearing it open wider, two fingers stretching her virgin pussy open.  She seemed to be lost in his masturbation of her, her mouth still pulling the string tightly, her nipples almost purple as they swelled.  His hand was drenched with her cum, sliding up and down her slit noisily.  He yanked the string from her lips, yanking them up until her nipples stretched.

She couldn’t believe the pleasure his hand was brining to her.  She felt a relief when he pulled the string from her mouth, the tight pinch on her nipples slight relived.  But he pulled them up, yanking them harshly.  “EEEEEHHHH,” she screamed out as her nipples felt as if they were torn from her chest, Joe yanking the string so far.  “GGGGHHH,” she screamed again, the string finally yanked from one nipple, but not before the pain intensified.  Her eyes were clouded with tears as she saw Joe yank the other end of the string, tearing the string painfully from the last nipple, sure that her nipples were ruined for life.  AAAGGGG,” the scream tore from her lungs.  She felt a hand push harshly between her legs, not even realizing that she had closed her legs.  The hand pushed them far apart and then Joe did the unbelievable. 

His cock throbbed as she screamed, Joe watching her as he tore the strings from her nipples, sure they dug deep into her flesh before the finally pulled free.  She had shut her legs, his hands pushing them open again, spreading them wide.  He raised one hand and brought it down onto her sex with a powerful slap that pushed her fleshy labia into her pelvic bone.  He pulled his hand back again, slapping her pussy again before she could recover.  He watched as she strained to keep her legs open for him in spite of the spanking.  He could see little drops of juice fly from the harsh smack, a sight that inflamed him.  And the look on her face was priceless, Joe sure that no one had ever treated her body so harshly.  He began to rub her pussy again, this time making sure that his fingers pinched her clit, her ass rising up each time he did.  “Now cum for me.  And don’t close your legs when you do.  Or I’ll spank your pussy again.”  He began to frig her harder, his hand slapping noisily as it slid up and down her wet slit, Joe finding her drenched in her own juices.  Two fingers ruthlessly shoved inside her, a gasp from her lips as her hips rose up, his fingers punching against her hymen, threatening to tear her virginity from her.

Jessica strained to keep her legs open, her body tense as she feared another spanking on her pussy.   Her sex still tingled from the powerful spanking, his fingers running all over her sex, her clit suffering under his powerful fingers, grabbed, yanked and snapped at by two fingers.  She felt the fingers driving into her wet pussy, pushing aside her virgin flesh, banging against her innocence, her body tense, expecting him to bust her hymen painfully.  But each time his fingers retreated, her virginity intact.  Her hips humped up and down, her body poised at the edge, even her nipples were still hard and tingling.  She couldn’t wait any longer.  “EEEEEHHHH,” she screamed out in ecstasy as she came, his fingers driving an explosive orgasm from her body, Joe’s fingers inside her as she clenched possessively on them as she came.  She struggled to keep her legs closed, the natural instinct to shut them, trapping the fingers that were pleasuring her.  “MMMMHHHH,” she screamed again, biting her lip as another powerful orgasm raced through her body, her pussy drenched in cum.  The fingers kept up the vigorous finger fucking, her body wanting to come down from the orgasm, Joe making her continue.  She thought she had finished, her body drained, when Joe spanked her pussy again, his large hand hitting her resoundingly on her sex, her clit smashed beneath his fingertip, forcing another cum from deep inside her body, this time from the unexpected pain.

“Ooooowwww!” she yelled out.  “You’re hurting my vagina!” she screamed. 

“No!” Joe said harshly.  “Not your vagina.  Your cunt.” He corrected, wanting to hear her say the dirty word.  “Tell me you want to make your cunt feel better.”

“Please,” Jessica begged.  “Make my c-c-cunt feel better,” she said, ashamed at behaving like a lewd whore.  Joe, pleased with her submission, grabbed her clit and began to pull on it, stretching it tautly before releasing it to rub it in slow, firm circles.  “Good girl.” He crooned when she began panting heavily in lust.  He kept rubbing and pulling, working the bud until she pumped her hips again, ready to cum a final time.

The bed beneath her was drenched in her cum, his hands glistening as he spanked her pussy one more time, seeing her ass raise up into the air as she came again, her body thudding back down onto the bed, spent from the multiple orgasms that raced through her untrained body.  He began to slowly run his fingers up and down her slit, gently, her body shuddering each time he touched her clit, sure that it was sensitive.  “That’s a good girl,” he spoke softly to her as he gently masturbated her again.  “Let your body relax.  You’re going to have to cum for me again,” he urged her. 

She didn’t think her body had it in her to cum again, but his fingers were surprisingly gentle.  Her hips began to rock back and forth as his fingers played her body as if she were an instrument.  Two fingers plucked at her nipples, teasing the tender tips.

Tawny heard Jessica screaming, not sure if it were pain or pleasure, the sounds of rough sex filling the room.  She couldn’t see what was going on any longer, her father too excited.  His cock continued to grow in her mouth, Tawny not able to believe it as it seemed longer each time he jammed it down her throat.  He was holding her head with two hands, Tawny not able to move without his consent.  Her mouth had long become tired, too tired to do much but be a receptacle for his thick cock.  It slid in and out, his hips and hands forcing the thick cock as deep as he wanted into her unwilling mouth and throat.  Tears streamed down her cheeks, her ragged breathing only broken as she coughed and sputtered when she was allowed to breath, each time Tawny knowing that his cock would return, Tawny forced to open wide as it split her lips again.  Another scream from Jessica as she heard her father getting ready to cum, panting, his hands much more urgent, his cock jammed down Tawny’s throat for longer periods of time.  He began to pump her face, her nose almost breaking as she was yanked harshly onto his cock, pushed into his abdomen with such force.  By the third scream of Jessica, she was allowed to breathe, his hand pumping his cock in front of her face, as he panted in pleasure.  She knew what he wanted, her mouth opening slightly, her eyes closed as she waited to feel the hot cum hit her face.  She didn’t have to wait longer, the thick cum hitting her on the nose with a shattering noise, her skin feeling as if it were burning as it slowly ran down the tip of her nose.  She opened her eyes just in time to see his hand pump another load of cum, her father’s hands tilting her chin back as he pumped the cum into her open mouth.  It quickly filled her mouth with the foul, pasty taste, her father pushing his cock forward until it sat on her lips.  She let her tongue move out her mouth, rubbing over the head of his cock as he spewed a final load of the thick, hot cum into her waiting mouth.  She felt his cock push into her lips, her tongue bathing it submissively, gathering up all the thick, salty cum from his cock, cleaning it.

“Such a good cocksucker you are Tawny.  Lick it good.  Leave your daddy’s cock clean.  I promised to make you cum if I did.  Joe’s going to masturbate Jessica again.  He wants her body nice and relaxed when he fucks her.  You know how that is Tawny.  It hurts the first time when daddy fucked you.  But now you like it.”  He petted her head as his cock already began to harden in her skillful mouth.  It’s going to be the same way when I fuck you in the ass.  It’ll burn and hurt when I force you open.  But you will give such pleasure to Daddy.  You want that don’t you, Tawny?  You want Daddy happy.”

It took ten more minutes, but Jessica came again.  Not like last time, Jessica not sure she would ever have the multiple orgasms like that again.  Or would survive it again, her body abused from the first way.   She was ashamed at how Joe had made her cum, even when spanking and abusing her flesh.  Her body was so limp, her mind cluttered as Joe smiled down at her.  He put his hand to his mouth and ran his tongue all around his fingers, licking up her juice.  She feared what he would do now, his hand slowing taking his cock out of his pants, Jessica shocked at how big it was.  Bigger than Michael’s.  Joe pulled her naked body out of the bed, her eyes pleading with him to let her alone.

He took off all of his clothes, standing naked in front of her, his hand stroking his cock to hardness.  “Now its time to take care of me, Jessica.  Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”  He grabbed her hands, bringing them up to his cock.  “Stroke it real nice Jessica.  Get it ready.”

“Please,” she begged, but her hands were already on his hot flesh.  She could barely put her fingers around it.  She could never take it between her legs.  She felt hands pushing down on her shoulders, finding her on her knees, his thick cock only inches from her mouth.  “No!  I can’t take it in my mouth.”  She protested, but her hands continued to masturbate his cock. 

“Don’t worry Jessica, I’ll do all the work.  All you have to do is open real wide,” laughing as he saw the look of terror on her face.  “You’ll do good sucking my cock.”

Tawny was pushed down onto the bed face down, her father’s hands drawing her hips up, his other hand pushing down on her back.  “Put your head down and that cute little ass up into the air.”  He hooked a hand between her legs, yanking her legs out unceremoniously until she was spread wide on her knees.  He slapped her ass, unable to contain his lust as the firm ass shoved so submissively up into the air.  Her cheeks parted, her anus exposed, his cock thickening at being sucked deep into her asshole.  “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck your pussy first.”  He waited.  “Once you get my cock wet, then I’m going to sodomize you.” He let a finger tease her anus, seeing the muscles clench uncontrollably, Tawny beginning to cry.

Both girls trembled as they waited for the men to commit the unspeakable acts on their bodies.

To be continued

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

rginity, maybe even tonight. She lay back on the bed, seeing her father watching her, his cock already getting hard again. God, she had just made him cum, how many times would he force her to do that? “Daddy, we have to stop, I can’t let you do this to me any longer. I don’t care if Mommy finds out,” she blurted out. Michael was expecting this reaction from her, just not this soon. He thought it would come after he took her virginity or even after he sodomized her. Not before. He had made some contingency plans, while not complete, he would have to see if it worked. He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bag. He had been shopping the other day and it dawned on him. He opened the bag and pulled out a pair of shiny, heavy metal handcuffs. He dangled them by the chain so Tawny could see them. Tawny’s eyes opened wide when she saw them, they were just like the police carried. They looked so big and heavy. Did he intend to put them on her? What would it feel like? “WWWhhhaat, what are those for, Daddy?” “They are for my little girl, my bad little girl.” He moved over to the bed, near her head. “Raise your wrists up here so I can attach them, obey your Daddy,” he ordered her. He could see her eyes questioning him, trying to comprehend what was going on. There was hesitation on her part, her arms not moving yet. Was she going to fight him? That was not what he was hoping for. Her hands moved up, her wrists together. He smiled. “Good girl,” he put on the cuffs, making sure they were especially tight. He strung them through a slat in the headboard, her arms now bound above her head. She clenched her legs together as he put them on her wrists. They were so heavy, and he put them on tight. “Nooo,” but it was too late, he had fastened them behind one of the slats on the headboard, her arms were now pulled up high. She would be unable to stop him, her young body defenseless to whatever he desired to do to her. God, what was she going to do? He looked down at her, naked and bound, her young, supple body for his taking and she could not do anything to stop him. He watched her, her hips moving up and down, her legs clenching and unclenching. He moved over to her, sitting on the bed beside her. He ran his hand over her breasts, her nipples like giant hard pebbles, her body shuddering as he touched them. “Spread your legs open for Daddy,” he ordered her. His hand slid down over the taut plane of her stomach, her legs beginning to spread open. “Wider,” he ordered her. “Good girl.” Her mind was confused. She spread her legs for him, her pussy opening up. She yanked on her arms, the handcuffs cutting painfully into her wrists, unyielding. She heard the noise as they rattled. She could not stop him any longer. What would he do to her now that she could not resist him? “No daddy, don’t, I can’t stop you any longer,” she cried out, her arms yanking against the handcuffs uselessly. “Just relax your body, I’m going to have my way with you. It will be easier for you if you don’t fight it.” He grabbed her by the ankles, his head between her legs. He raised her up by the ankles, bringing her legs together as he did. Higher and higher her body rose up until finally her ass pulled up from the bed. “You look good enough to eat. And that is what I’m going to do.” He bit her on the ass, not a love bite, but a hard bite of her ass cheek. He felt her jerk back in response. She felt his hands grip her ankles tightly, almost as tight as the handcuffs. She was being pulled up by her ankles, her naked body rising. She cried out as she felt his teeth dig into her flesh. Oh, God, she felt his hands on her ankles, pulling them to the sides, her legs spreading wide. She was being split open again, this time with her legs almost over her head. She resisted, but his hands were too powerful and she let him have his way with her. She groaned in pain as her ankles were pulled up and out and rested to the side of her head. She could only imagine how she looked, her pussy and asshole so exposed. He ducked his head between her legs, inhaling the sweet smell of her pussy. It was partly her sexual tension and part fear. He did not waste any time, his tongue pushing aside her pussy lips to delve between them and find her already dripping pussy. He loved the taste, the taste of a sweet, innocent girl. His tongue moved quickly, lapping up and down, pushing against her vagina, trying to seek entrance to her forbidden pussy. Tawny almost came when his tongue first licked her pussy. God, she never felt anything that good. She was humiliated, her father licking up and down her pussy, but she could not stop him, she was bound tightly. She continually pulled on her handcuffs, the clanging reminding her of the tight bondage she was in. It was not her fault, there was nothing she could do to stop him. “NNNOOO,” she cried when his fingers pulled back her clit hood and he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth. She could feel the suction pulling it deeper into his mouth, stretching it painfully from hers, his rough tongue beginning to rub over the sensitive bud. Her body began to shudder, an orgasm quickly rising up from her body. He was making her cum after only a few minutes of sucking on her pussy. He was making her, she could not stop him, she thought. It’s not my fault. She felt his rough hands still grasping her ankles, pulling her legs up and apart painfully. The cuffs hurt her wrists, her tugging continually reminding her of the pain. And then she came. Came all over his tongue and face, her hips raising up and down, fucking back on the magical tongue that was drawing the orgasm from her young body. He couldn’t believe how fast she had cum. It almost took him by surprise when he felt her juices flowing over his tongue, her hips jamming into his face, trying to jam his tongue in deeper. Her body shook and trembled as he continued to masturbate her with his tongue, her young body shuddering into a continuous orgasm. His hands gripped her ankles tighter, spread her legs wider, hearing her gasping in pain as he hurt her. But it only seemed to make her cum longer and harder. She felt exhausted, her body drained, never having experienced such an orgasm like that. She had masturbated before, but not like this. She had control over that, this she did not. Daddy had bound her and forced to cum with his tongue. Her body slumped, Daddy letting her legs fall back down, but still keeping them spread apart. She took in deep breaths, her breasts rising and falling on her chest. He looked at her, his little girl looking fucked out. Her pubic hair was covered with her dew, the smell of sex filling the room, her legs lying open limply to the side. “Did my little girl enjoy herself, did she cum for Daddy?” His fingers stroked along her inner thigh, only inches from her wet pussy. “Daddy, you make me do such terrible and degrading things.” She pulled on the cuffs, feeling the pain, hearing the rattling of her bondage. “You tie me up so I have to let you.” She looked down and she saw that his cock was hard again. She looked up at his face, seeing the lust in his eyes again. “No Daddy, not again!” His hand reached down to his cock, encircling the erect member, stroking it, watching the anguish on her face. “Yes, little girl, Daddy’s cock is hard again and you are going to have to make me cum. Daddy’s going to fuck his little girl, Daddy is going to make you a woman and take your virginity.” She tried to move away, but he held her firmly, his hand moving up to her pussy, grabbing it with his palm, clenching on her sex. He squeezed it, goosing her sex hard. Again he did it, harder this time. Her legs moved farther apart, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. He opened his hand, his thumb moving between her pussy lips, his little finger pushing between her ass cheeks to rub against her asshole. He squeezed hard, his fingers sinking into her delicate flesh. She was going to be fucked by her father, her virginity taken from her forever. Not by a lover, but by her father as she was bound. It was almost like she was going to be raped, bound tightly, unable to prevent the mysterious stranger from fucking her virgin pussy with his raping weapon. She closed her eyes, her pussy being gripped tightly, fingers moving around. She could see her rapists getting her bound body ready for his pleasure, spreading her body open. “I can’t stop you Daddy, you have my arms tied up, but please, don’t tie my legs open. Don’t leave me spread open so I cannot move when you fuck me. It is bad enough with my arms bound, it would be so humiliating if my legs were split up the middle as you fuck me. Please Daddy, don’t do that.” Michael looked down at Tawny, watching her hips rising up and down, fucking the fingers that gripped her so tightly, her eyes shut tightly, her legs opened submissively as he goosed her. He released his grip of her sex, getting up from the bed. It seemed to have broken her trance, her eyes opening. “What are you doing,” she cried out, her eyes questioning him as she saw him rise from the bed and move towards the closet. She heard a strange noise, her pussy getting wet when she did. It was the clanging of chains. He turned to her with one of his purchases. It was a pair of heavy, metal cuffs and chains. Each one consisted of two, black iron cuffs, connected by a heavy metal chain. He had to look for a long time to find them, finally finding them in an antique shop, slave manacles from the civil war. But they were in good condition and even still contained the wrought iron key. “I bought these for my baby.” Her body trembled as he moved towards the bed. They were so big and heavy, the cuffs at least two inches thick. “No Daddy, don’t put them on me,” but she moved her leg out to the edge of the bed as he approached. She felt him grab her ankle, the cold metal sending a shiver up her spine as he moved it under her ankle and clicked it tightly shut, the sound of metal clanking against metal filling the room. It was a snug fit, pressing into her tender flesh as it trapped her ankle in its grasp. He thought he was going to cum when he put the leg iron on her. She looked so inviting, her legs spread wide, her pussy split, her arms bound above her head. He pulled her leg toward the bed post. He was glad he had bought a four poster bed. He had thought that he might interest Ann in some bondage play but she had rebuffed him, the posts only used in his imagination until now. It hurt when he pulled on the other cuff, dragging her body down towards the bedpost. It dug into the flesh, but her body slid on the bed until her wrists were drawn tight, no more give. He pulled once last time, the other cuff encircling the bed post. He tugged, hearing her groan, finally managing to get the other cuff to close, her leg now pulled tightly. It hurt, her body pulled taut. She moved her other leg closer to the chained one, the spread of her crotch beginning to hurt. She pulled, tugging on the cuff, her leg having no play to move, her leg securely bound with the heavy metal cuffs and chains. She felt his hand move up and down her legs, feeling how tense her muscles were, each time moving closer and closer to her pussy. His fingers reached her pussy again and grabbed it tightly again. He could not believe how wet it was, the sheet below her soaked in her dew. “Almost ready to fuck you Tawny. I can’t wait to get into your hot and tight pussy. It’s so wet. Do you want Daddy to fuck you baby?” She shut her eyes again. She felt him get up from the bed and she knew he was moving to the other side of the bed. She tugged on her bondage, feeling the pain as she did. She thought of the rapist again. The mysterious rapist that was going to take her virginity, his eyes burning holes in her body as he lusted for her naked flesh. She moved her leg over to the other side of the bed again, feeling the pain in her crotch as she had to split her legs wide to accommodate him. She felt a hand grab her ankle again tightly, the harsh, metal cuff attached tightly, digging into her flesh again. She could feel the weight of the other cuff hanging from the chain as her legs was held aloft. She felt him pull her leg farther out. Should she, afraid of his response. “Please Daddy, it will hurt enough when you spread my leg to the bottom pole. Just please, don’t bend it back and secure it to the pole on the top of the bed. I would be almost split up the middle. My sex would be so open and exposed, it would be so humiliating for you to see my like that.” She waited. Michael looked down at her. He drew her leg up higher, almost sticking straight up into the air. “Relax your leg, I don’t want to break it.” He began to pull it back, not to the end of the bed, but to the post at the top of the bed. He watched as her body strained, her pussy began to spread open, the pussy lips pulling back as he heard her groan in pain as he spread her body painfully. He let go of her ankle, grabbing instead the other cuff, pulling her back towards the post. He was afraid he was going to split her up the middle, her groans and moans of pain worrying him. He finally reached the post, her ass trying to lift up from the bed, but the other chained leg preventing any movement at all. A tug, another groan of pain from Tawny and he slapped the other cuff onto the wooden post. It was high up, her leg almost three feet up the post. Her body ached, drawn and quartered, her muscles taut, her legs almost tearing up the middle. She felt hands returning over her body, rubbing all over, grabbing her naked breasts within his large hands, grabbing them tightly, watching the flesh turn white as fingers dug into them. Fingers plucked at her nipples, large and swollen already, cruelly digging into the tender flesh. She felt a hand slide down her stomach, pushing in on the skin as it moved lower. When it reached her little pubic patch it yanked out some hair with a tearing motion. “YYYYccch,” she yelled, but she could not move, the bondage holding her tight. She felt it grip a new batch of hair, pulling it out, not trying to pull it out, just making her feel the pain as it stretched out. “Open your eyes, Tawny.” He watched as she did, seeing her open crotch, her leg bent back. “You’re not going anywhere now.” He grabbed his hard cock, it was as big as he had ever seen it. The bondage play with Tawny had driven it to new heights. He rubbed it up and down her pussy slit. He could almost see in her vagina, her crotch split so wide. He knew it must be hurting her, but she did not complain. He harshly pushed aside her vulva, his cock seeking entrance to her wet vagina. He could almost get the head in, it split so wide. He pumped forward, watching as she grimaced in pain as the head split her further apart. “Feel Daddy’s cock, it’s going in your pussy.” “You have me spread so wide, it hurts and you can see inside of me. Why do you do this to me Daddy?” She felt his hands on her hips, gripping her tightly. She knew the time had come, it was time to lose her virginity. He pushed, his cock head popping inside her. He could feel her body spasm in pain as he banged into her hymen. Her pussy gripped his cock head, squeezing it, clenching and unclenching on it. “Ready to become a woman?” He shoved in, his cock tearing her last vestige of girlhood. “NNNOOO DDDDAAADDDY,” she screamed. She had not expected so much pain. The bondage was already bad enough, the tearing of her hymen was sheer pain, shooting up her spine to her brain. She felt the pulsating flesh of his cock plunging up her virgin pussy, pushing aside all resistance as it forcefully sought entrance to the depths of her body. Michael could not contain himself. He plunged into her pussy, forcing his cock further and further into her pussy after ripping apart her virginity. Her body rocked as he pulled out and then pushed back in, each time his cock finding more virgin territory. He had never felt anything so tight. It was almost painful as he fucked her. Tawny closed her eyes again. Her rapists smothered her body, his weight making it hard for her to breathe. His hard cock bore into her body, not caring about her pain, his only goal is to force the cum from his balls and blast her unused pussy with his hot cum. She felt it hit bottom, banging against her cervix painfully, knocking the breath from her lungs. It tore back out, beating back all resistance as it did, plunging back in again as soon as the head was gripped by her pussy. She was being used for the gratification of her rapist, her pussy just another hole to pleasure him, her cries of pain just adding to his pleasure. Michael could not wait, he continued to pump her once virgin pussy with his hard cock. It had been a long time since he had popped a cherry or even felt a pussy as hot and tight as Tawny. He could not wait, he fucked her like she had fucked all her life, making her take all of his cock with each stroke. Her body was taut, unable to move, unable to cushion the shock of the powerful strokes. She groaned in pain under his body as his hips fucked his cock in and out, the only sounds in the room was of their moans and the slapping of flesh. Her rapist was crushing her bound body, fucking her for all he was worth, intent on dumping a load of his filthy cum inside her once virgin pussy. He wanted to hurt her, wanted her to feel the power over her. “Don’t Daddy, don’t fuck me so hard. It hurts. Just don’t bite on my nipples. That would hurt too much. They are too sensitive.” Michael’s head moved down her body until it reached her tits. Such a nice pair, so firm, capped by two large swollen nipples. He moved his mouth down to one and sucked it deep into the hot confines of his mouth, his tongue running over the hard bud. He felt her try to push her breast farther into her mouth. His teeth clamped onto the tender nipple and bit down hard. He heard her scream, his cock pumping her harder, excited by what he was doing to her body. He bit again, her pussy gripping his cock in response. He fucked her hard, his cock hitting bottom each time painfully. He sucked and bit, alternating between both tits. It felt like her nipples were bleeding, the sharp, shooting pain from her chest radiating out. His cock continued to punish her pussy, his hips slamming into hers as he fucked her. She closed her eyes again, her rapists taking her body for his lust, not caring whether she enjoyed it or not. His only intent was to pleasure himself. She could not believe her own voice. “Daddy, don’t stick your dry fingers up my asshole. I know you would be able to feel your cock inside me, but it would really hurt me, tearing my virgin asshole. It would drive my pussy up into your hard cock.” Hands slipped under her ass cheeks, lifting her body up from the bed, stretching her limbs more as it did, the cuffs biting farther into her wrists and ankles. She felt finger seeking out her ass crack, slipping down between the moist slit, wet with sweat and dew from her pussy. She jolted up when two fat fingers found her asshole, playing around the tiny opening, rubbing over the tiny bump. Her body tensed, waiting to be impaled on the fingers. His teeth bit on her nipple extra hard, and she jumped in pain. That was all he needed, he plunged two dry fingers up her asshole painfully, stretching and tearing the flesh as they bore into her soul. She rose up on the bed, her limbs aching, her pussy forced to take the cock deeper inside her. The fingers tore around her backside, rubbing painfully, twisting and opening. She felt them push against the tiny skin separating her pussy from her asshole, trying to feel the cock on the other side raping her hard. “Oh Daddy, you are fucking me so hard, make me cum,” she shouted out. He looked down at his daughter beneath him, her pussy taking his plunging cock, her body stretched and bound, his mouth and fingers tearing at her body. He could not believe that a virgin could take so much at one time. His finger slipped between their bodies and found her clit, pressing it up against his cock as it tore up and down her pussy. He yanked at it painfully making it feel the cock plunging inside her. That was the last straw. When he touched her clit, when he pulled it painfully, she began to cum. It was such a powerful orgasm, her body shuddering and shaking, her pussy tightening up on the cock inside her, gripping the pumping organ. The two fingers pushed in deeper, splitting open inside her, stretching her anal passage painfully. Another orgasm hit her, her pussy creaming all over the cock inside her. Michael fucked his cock deep inside her, knowing it was painful for her, trying to drive it up inside her womb. He yelled as he came, dumping his hot cum inside his daughters pussy, not caring whether she could get pregnant or not. Only caring about dumping is hot cum in her young, pulsating pussy. They came together, soaking the sheets below them. Over and over they came until they finally drained their bodies, Michael slumping down on top of Tawny, spent. “Please Daddy, I can’t breathe,” Tawny begged, feeling the cock inside her shrinking, his fingers pulling painfully from her asshole. She clamped on them as they withdrew, afraid she might have an accident. Michael sat up, looking at her body. She was fucked, her nipples red and swollen, traces of his bites on her naked breasts. Her pussy was bright red, covered in cum. He looked down at his shrinking cock, covered in a light red sheen of drying cum and blood, testament to her loss of her virginity. She looked down at his cock. The cock that had fucked her so hard only moments before. It was now rapidly shrinking in size. She closed her eyes again. Her rapist had now spent his load inside her, filling her once virgin pussy with his demon seed. But he was not finished with her yet. No she still had some unfinished business. “Daddy, don’t sit on my chest and make me suck your cock clean. It’s covered with our cum and my blood. It would taste awful and humiliate me. Please don’t make me do it.” Her eyes were still shut when she felt him move. She felt the bed move near her head and then she felt his legs on either side of her shoulders. She felt his naked ass sit down on her upper chest. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, waiting. Michael looked down at her, her mouth open, her tongue out, waiting, “Clean my cock, Tawny. You know you always have to leave Daddy’s cock clean when he fucks you.” His hands gripped the sides of her head, pulling her head up and began to feed his cock inside her mouth. He shuddered when her lips closed around the head, her tongue rubbing over it, lapping at the head. It tasted terrible, the coppery taste of her blood, the salty, thick cum filling her mouth. She gagged, but her tongue continued to bathe the filthy cock, another gag, his cock pushing deeper into her mouth. She could feel it starting to get harder again. He let it slip out of her lips, her tongue running over it as he did. He got up from her chest and began to unsecure her bondage. She rolled over on her side when he pulled the cuffs off of her ankles and the cuffs from her wrists. The marks would show for a number of days. He slowly ran his hand over her ass as she lay their sobbing. “What’s the matter, baby?” “I’m so humiliated, the things you made me do. You fucked me like a whore.” He slapped her ass hard, her yelp making his cock hard again. “And you fucked like one. Now take a shower and get to bed. We still have two more days until your mother and brother come home. I want you home again tomorrow night again. I have more things I’m going to do to you.” He stroked his cock as she got up from the bed and left the room, naked, her legs barely able to keep her upright. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow. He would have to go out early and get some new toys. He wanted some new surprises for her tomorrow. To be Continued