"Daddy, oh Daddy!!" She strained to accommodate the fat cockhead boring into her pinched asshole.
"Um. Tell me about what they did to you at the home, honey. About the fucking. Tell me while… sh! Ahhhh!" The knob of his rod slipped slowly in past her sphincter. "Jesus, baby, you're good. So fucking good. Tell… sh! Ummmmmmmmmm! Tell Daddy everything while we screw."
Greedily she pressed back. "D-Don't make me tell now, Daddy. Do me back there first."
"Now!" Lifting the negligee high on her back, he reached around and under to take hold of her tits. Cruelly he kneaded them.
"Oh. OH! You… you're hurting me, Daddy."
"Then tell me!" he insisted, making her whimper. The small deep-throated sounds spurred him on. He used his fingernails on her pert nipples. He wanted to hear to know everything.
"D-D-Doctor Bruce first," the girl gasped. "The first day I was there. The… ok!" She tried to squirm away from the talons cutting into her breasts. "Don't hurt me any more, Daddy. I… I love you so."
Burying his face in the girl's long, fresh-smelling hair, he bit her earlobe. He let his dick bask at the entrance to her hot rectum. He closed his eyes, envisioning another stiff rod, the doctor's long, veiny prick, grinding into her round belly. This wasn't his Wendy, his daughter. This was a warm, faceless body he could abuse without qualms. "Did he fuck you?" he grunted, embedding another hard inch in her asshole. "The doctor? Did he cum in your cunthole?"
Despite the protests, the moans, the objections, she wiggled for more meat up her hole. "He… first he made me suck him," she said, her hips gyrating faster than the toy belly dancer winding out on the nightstand. "Then he did me… over the edge of the couch. He… he made me kneel with my head on the leather, and came up behind. Just like you're doing now, Daddy. Only in front. He… he put his big veiny thing up me…" she guided one hand from her breasts to her wet pussy, "up there! All… oh! All the way up me! I… I thought it would never go. Never! I told him to stop, but he kept saying I'd better be nice to him or I'd never go home, and I didn't care that it hurt something awful. I… I helped him, three times a week after that. Until it got so I didn't really mind any more. Until… oh! Oh Daddy, push it all the way in." She pressed back so hard that she farted: a muted sound, subdued by the awesome length of his giant prick plowing home.
"Baby! Sugar! Sweetheart!" Sam could almost see the old horny doctor. Inside his head, there was a man with a stethoscope fucking a dick up the protesting girl, driving meat into her twat, just as he was driving it up her tight little asshole. He fingered her vulva, moving his palm round and round on the tight, springy curls. He grunted into her ear with each lunge, until his coarse cockhair was flush with the cheeks of her bottom. Then he sighed, soaking in her sweet warmth.
Wendy looked back at him with heavy, lidded green eyes, "You're bigger than Doctor Bruce, Daddy. You're even bigger than the Coke bottles we used."
Sam blinked. "What Coke bottles?"
"Um!" She moved her small ass slowly from side to side, caressing the glans of his joint with the feathery muscles deep in her rectum. "That's what the girls use. Bottles and broomsticks. And sometimes, whenever the matrons forget to chop them up, bananas and hot dogs from the mess hall."
"Jesus H. Fucking Christ!" He was at once appalled and fascinated. He turned onto his side, taking her with him. "Bottles and broomsticks and…?"
She nodded, chewing her lip. Her eyes glazed over as if she were remembering, as if he were one of the girls, fucking an ersatz member up her rear hole. "They… they did all sorts of strange things," she continued, barely above a whisper. "One girl, the blonde who called from the window, used to turn the bed upside down and sit and fuck on the leg. But the worst was Crazy Inez." Her asshole tightened. She stared wide-eyed back at him.
What in the world could it be? wondered Sam. What was left? He thought he knew everything there was to know about screwing, but this…? Hugging her close, three fingers deep in her pussy and the other hand kneading her tits, he prompted her answer by expanding and contracting the stiff prick inside her.
"She… oh Daddy, they caught her out on the farm with one of the pigs. She was sucking him off."
"A p-pig?"
"It was only a little pig, though. Plus she had him tied down." She stared a moment more, then grinned and then giggled. "Oink-oink!" she added.
Sam couldn't help but love her. Even though what they were doing was wrong – sinful by every civilized standard – she was so tiny and sweet, her girlish innocence intact despite what she'd been through. There was a wanton flame in her emerald eyes, and yet she was new and virginal still, a delightful woman-child. He kissed her neck, and her flushed and sweating face. "Did they fuck a bottle up here?" he asked, pulling back and slamming it to her again.
"A m-mop handle!" she gasped, setting her ass in motion once more. "A long one, Daddy. Long and fat. Like… just like yours."
Sam groaned into her moist, pink mouth. He tongue-kissed her, mashing her lips so cruelly she cried out. But it was a pleasure sound, a demand. The time for talking was past – it was time to screw. He told her so by withdrawing until his rod almost popped from its sheath, and then reaming back with such force the bed shook.
Wendy complied with the silent command. She threw herself back into his lunges, hips churning, buttocks grinding together. Her wet cunthole nipped at his fingers. He was hurting her, he knew, fucking into her rectum with all the strength in his loins. Yet the muffled noises she made were sounds of delight. And the harder he stroked and pinched her nipples, and taunted her clit, the more willingly she met his forward lunges. It was almost as if she enjoyed being abused, used. Almost as if the time she'd spent at the home, the things Doctor Bruce and the others had done to her, had conditioned her compliant young body to accept pain.
Suddenly the room became a top spinning off into orbit. The velvety pocket of her asshole clutched his joint doing things no fourteen-year-old asshole should know how to do, and reached down into his lower abdomen to yank the cum from his sacs. He tried to pull back for one final lunge, but she held him in her. Inside, at the top of her little-girl rectum greedy fingers seemed to close tight. Invisible mouths as sweet as the one he was sucking, rained fiery kisses over the swollen glans of his rod, coaxing cum, milking him, demanding gob after gob after gob.
Sam squeezed her so tight he was afraid something might break. But he couldn't stop. His prick went on spitting, spurt after spurt leaping up from his balls. It was so good he didn't care if it went on forever, depleting him, making him waste away. His cream filled her bowels, and began to seep down and out. It grew thick in his cockhair, saturating her pussy. It dripped down the back of her thighs onto the sheet. Yet her buttocks, her magnificent little-girl ass, refused to relinquish the prize of his prick.
Finally, when he thought his lungs would never again be allowed to suck air, the tightness went slack, freeing him to pull out. But now the cunthole biting his fingers began to spew juice into the palm of his hand.
"Do it, Daddy," Wendy moaned wetly into his mouth. "Oh, do it! Do it!"
He was helpless, lost. She was too good, he realized, slipping the cylinder of his cock from between her quivering buttocks, withdrawing his fingers. She was so good he didn't have to tell her to take hold of his cock, and set the round, slimy knob at her cunthole.
"Don't stop, Daddy," she breathed against his lips. "Come in in front too. Fuck my pussy."
There was no way to stop, even if he had wanted to. Already her pussy was sucking him in, pulling his cock high up into her belly. He felt the red curls part, tickling his shaft; he felt the slippery walls, of her upper vagina open as he advanced, and knew that Wendy, his little Wendy, had learned more than was good for her in the year since Lew and Penny Ogden had gotten her sent away.