"That's it, Daddy, oh yes, that's the way, stick that big, wet stick of yours deep inside your daughter's pussy… mmmm, right up to my womb!"
"I'll try… God, I don't know how I can let myself do this to you, my baby, but at the same time I don't know how I can stop myself…"
"That's right… that's right, little Wendy's pussy is too much to resist… too much!"
"Oh Christ, it is! It is! I can't resist… I've got to fuck you again, Goddammit!"
"Do it to me, do it to me! Fuck me good and proper, Daddy dear! Stab me with your beautiful, big, hard, wet, gorgeous stick! All the way now! All the way! Ahhhhhh! Do it, do it, in, tight, hard!"
He forced his prick into her cunt, against the sticky obstruction of her cunt walls, in, deeper and deeper, with a liquid accompaniment, the sound of his juice and her sticky love nectar.
"That's the way, Daddy, right inside… all the way, to the hilt!" He slammed inward, right up to the base of his prick, filling her cunt with his organ. Then he began to pump, back and forth, in and out.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered. "Faster, faster! Oh, do it! Fuck me, fuck me! Ohhhhhh!"
"Shut up, you crazy, sex fiend! You bitch! I don't know how I could let myself do this… it's so degrading! It is, it is!"
"Oh, be quiet, you old fool! You know you love every fucking minute of it! You know it!"
"Yes… yes," he whimpered. "I do… it's terrible, it's ugly, but I do! I do!"
He whipped his prick back out to the head and then stayed poised there for one long, ecstatic moment, till they were both writhing maniacally. And then he let out the breath he was holding and took another one. Then it was time to go back inside, and go he did, slamming every rigid inch back through the portals of her pussy, in, tight and hard, so hard that they both gasped from the exertion.
In and out, back and forth, it went on till his cock gave its expected burst of cream, deep inside her, flowing out and over their heated loins.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wendy awoke to the sound of the front door slamming. A moment later she heard the family car purr, and crunch gravel as it rolled slowly down the drive. Daddy – her wonderful big, handsome, strong Daddy – was going to work. She stretched luxuriating in the heat of the sun coming through the blinds on the window, and thinking how nice it was to sleep late.
What were the girls at the home doing now? she wondered. No doubt some were mopping the floors others cleaning the filthy toilets and rec' room. But there were still others, those like Crazy Inez, who'd be waiting for the new shipment to arrive, waiting to see the new girls peel for the degrading strip-frisk.
"Wendy…?" Mummy appeared at the door in her underwear. She scowled. "I don't know what they taught you at that home, young lady, but you don't stay in bed all day in this house. Just look at yourself."
She looked down at her body. There was nothing so terribly wrong – except she was naked. "Is… is there something you want me to do?"
"Ha! You better believe there's something I want you to do!" Hands on hips, feet wide apart and black pussy showing through her white panties, Mummy continued to scowl. "First you can put some clothes on your butt – lying around like that! Have you no shame?"
Stop being so mean! she wanted to holler; you're always picking on me! But she had never been able to talk back to her mummy. It was one of the reasons the Ogdens had found it so easy to have her sent to the home. Once Mummy had taken their side, believing the terrible lies Lew told, it was almost impossible to get in a word edgewise.
Stifling a sob that was part anger and part childish regret, she eyed the woman from whose womb she'd come. They had never gotten along. Ever since the first drop of blood had seeped from her pussy, changing her overnight from baby Wendy into a woman, Mummy had treated her horribly – almost as if she were jealous. She didn't know why it should be, but everyone seemed to be envious of her sweet little body.
"Well?" Impatiently Mummy tapped her bare foot.
"I… I'm coming," she whispered, hitching the sheets up and over her belly, to her breasts.
"Don't take all day about it. Because after you're dressed you're gonna clean this house from top to bottom. In case you've forgotten, everyone here does their share."
Bitch! You're worse than Crazy Inez! thought Wendy as her mother turned from the door. Yet she found herself thinking what a nice big ass Mummy had, speculating on how good it could go with Daddy on top, or a broomstick, mop handle or Coke bottle shoved up one of her holes.
By lunchtime every muscle in her small body ached. But no sooner had she sat down to rest than Mummy appeared, and shot her a critical look that said, Get your ass off that sofa! And when her belly began to growl, protesting over a breakfast of orange juice, driving her to the kitchen to make a sandwich the horrid creature appeared to watch and give new orders while she ate.
Finally, all the floors mopped and waxed, the furniture dusted and Wendy as limp as the dust rag, she went to her room to strip before taking a shower. But she had no sooner stepped out of the dirty jeans then Mummy was there. "You're not done!" she snapped, breathing as if it were she who'd done all the work.
"Oh…!" Wendy stomped her small foot. She was furious, madder than she'd ever been in her life. "You… you're just a mean, dried-up whore, and you hate me because I'm prettier and younger than you."
Immediately the words were out of her mouth she was sorry. She watched her mother's face go from stern to ugly, and knew she was in for it. Her heart raced. Her nipples grew hard in anticipation of the beating she was certain was coming. She didn't know why the prospect excited her. She knew only that Mummy was staring at her in the same way the matrons had stared before ordering the switch to discipline naughty girls. "I… I didn't do anything for you to holler at me," she added, in a small, frightened voice.
Before she could throw up her hands to cover her face, Mummy was across the room and on her, slapping, pulling her hair. She tasted blood at the comer of her mouth, and felt blows that stung like the lash of the belt the night before. She staggered back, stumbling until her legs met the foot of the bed, tripping her onto the mattress.
"Call me a dried-up whore, will you?" A knee shot between her legs, hurting her pussy and knocking the breath from her lungs…
Wendy tried to fight back, to push the woman, who was bigger and stronger, away. It was like trying to struggle out from under the horny girls at the home: too much like it! She suddenly realized that Mummy's crotch was tight against hers, rubbing the pain of the kick away. And her hands! Her hands were crushing her titties, holding her down.
"You let me go," she cried, pumping her nylon-clad hips up into the pedal pushers, hating her mother but loving the friction caused by the rough material grinding against her wet panties. "You… you lesbian!"
The straining body above her went rigid. The color drained from her mother's face. "I… I'm not."
"You are too," Wendy yelled, recalling the fake wrestling matches at the home, where the bull-dykes tricked the new girls into giving up pussy. She recalled too how Mummy used to enjoy spanking her ass; how she used to lift the dress high, yank off the panties, and smack and smack and smack… but not too hard, making it last. "That's why you wouldn't let Daddy visit me at the home," she continued. "You… you're a dumb old bull-dyke! A queer! And that's why Daddy's always got a hardon!"
She didn't care that the truth enraged Mummy: she welcomed the sting of the hand that whipped back and forth across her face. She was used to being beat up by the older girls at the home, those who took what they wanted. And now she was boss – she could see it in the tearful blue eyes above her. The deep lines in the brow of the attractive face, the features so like her own; said she'd won no matter how much Mummy protested. She used the knowledge as she'd done to get her way with the matrons and Doctor Bruce.