"Remember how it was, kid?" Lew kissed her tits; first one, then the other, teasing the nipples up tall. The hand at her cunt rubbed until she was swollen down there. He inched his dick closer. "You fought me then, too," he said, tickling the crack of her ass with two fingers. "Shit, baby, I had to wrestle every fucking bit in. But it was good – worth waiting for. Christ! I used to watch you run around with my Tish, in and out of the house, and think, Lew, that's a sweetheart. You gotta get some of that one. One of these days, one way or another, you gotta make that cute bitch drop her drawers. And then that time at the party, when you wouldn't sit on my lap no matter what I offered? I was hotter than hell that day – my dick just wouldn't go down after seeing you in those fuckin' tight short-shorts. I made up my mind then and there to take it if I couldn't make you give." He covered one tit with his mouth, chewing on the rubbery peak.
"I… I still hate you," she said in a small, unconvincing voice.
"No you don't, sugar. You like old Uncle Lew. I can feel it in your cunt. It won't let go of my fingers."
Wendy sobbed. The pain was ebbing, leaving only a glow in her loins. Already her hips were gyrating, and the talk of the birthday party was making her giddy. She was innocent then, she recalled: a silly child who blushed at dirty words and whispered jokes, but who knew all the positions in Daddy's secret fuck book and was at once attracted and frightened out of her wits by the thought of a foot long prick pushing up her round, virgin belly. She remembered how Lew had tried to talk her onto his lap; remembered the mighty bulge in his pants, the pock now moving slowly toward the moist pocket between her young thighs. If she'd only known then, she thought, known how good fucking was. If she had given in willingly that day, she might have avoided the misery, the pain, the shame that followed the rape.
But then she wouldn't have gone to the home, she realized. She wouldn't have met Crazy Inez and the others; she wouldn't have learned all the best ways to fuck. And she would never have mustered the courage to seduce her own daddy.
It was all so confusing: sex and pain and degradation. Like men, and the things they did to her; she didn't know what to make of it any more. All she knew for certain was that the cock nearing its target was long and stiff. That inside the funny-looking things, the sacs she'd always considered a silly genetic invention or an eyesore, there was another thick cum load waiting to blast off up her pussy. Nothing else really mattered. She didn't care that it was Lew's pecker; it could have belong to a horse, a bull, or the elephant Crazy Inez told the dumb joke about. It could have belonged to a whale – just so long as it was shoved up her cunt, and could spit, and the burning need making her forget the ache of her bruised legs was temporarily sated.
"Move to the edge of the bed," Lew told her. "I wanna get every inch of this…" he took hold of the shaft of his dick, rubbing the fat knob slowly up and down her wet, pink cunt lips, "up your hole. Shift it!"
"I… I… ummmmmmmm! Oh!" She didn't know what to do. It was as if she were being suffocated by her own desire.
"Still need persuading, huh?" Lew stood, gripped her ankles, and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. He steered her legs to his waist, causing new stabs of pain in her thighs. "Mother!" he hissed, staring into the breach at her crotch, straight up her cunthole. "That fucking sweet gash of yours looks too tiny. But it ain't! Man, do I ever remember how it ain't!"
"Oh! Oh!" She felt herself being lifted, until only her shoulders and head remained on the bed. She felt his hands spreading the cheeks of her ass, her thighs. And then she felt him end his nuts – the huge, hairy things butting the underside of her buttocks as he thrust into her.
Lew buried the tip of his meat in the tight niche below the red curls. A sound – half grunt, half sigh of satisfaction – came from deep in his throat. Holding her legs at the crook of the knee, he stepped closer, pushing the length of his prick smoothly up, going in to the hilt in one unbroken stroke.
It was the wildest thing. She felt his hardness at the top of her head, it seemed. It left her gulping for air, too thrilled to speak, too bloated to give more than a cursory round and round ass wiggle. Wide-eyed she stared at the black cock hair mixed with her satiny red ringlets. It was stupendous: the absolute best way to take cock up her belly.
"Mary mother of fucking Christ," breathed Lew wondrously. "I forgot how good it was. Jesus!" He moved his loins slowly from side to side, keeping it in to the roots and causing friction by grinding their pubic mounds together. "Um. Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh! That's what I call fuckin' pussy. Roll some more, baby. Put it in motion."
Wendy obeyed, no longer thinking, allowing instinct to guide her. It was difficult, almost impossible, to get her ass working in the awkward position. But every slight stir sent new thrills up her spine, and spurred her on. She threw her arms wide, gaining leverage, ignoring the ache in her bowed neck, and set her pelvis going in slow motion. She watched her cunt swell and flatten, swell and flatten – as if the other Wendy inside were sucking him off. She watched his tempo increase; saw the fat, slimy shaft begin to pull back and plow. The sight made her wild, crazy for cum. Somehow she made her hips match his building rhythm. The room spun, and the mattress became a screeching seesaw. She whimpered and fucked, doing things no good girl would dare, urging him on.
"Ah! Too much! Too fucking quick, baby." Lew tried to slow down some, but he too was caught up in the frenzy; he couldn't resist. "Too fucking, fucking – oh! We're out of it now! Too – oh, Jesus! Oh, sweet little fucker. I…"
Wendy knew what the non-words meant: the cylindrical rod was about to spurt hot cream into her. And that, she now realized, was the only "good" that actually mattered. "Harder!" she managed in a strangled voice. "Oh, don't stop now. Fuck it to me. Stick it in! Stick your cock up there! Oh, just like that! All the – um! Up me! Up me! Up me!"
Trying to oblige, Lew fucked in so far that one of his nuts got wedged in the crack of her ass. She tightened her cheeks, holding it. She used her buttocks to milk, rolling the halves of her bottom on the sensitive sacs, savoring the feel of the wrinkled man flesh at the mouth of her rectum. She closed her eyes tight, screwing like never before. It was better that way – she'd read somewhere that the blind were gifted with heightened sensory perception. It was true, she decided, squeezing her eyelids shut so forcefully that it hurt. It was true because now she could feel every wrinkle, every hair on the trapped ball. Impulsively she wished for permanent blindness. She wished her body could be taken apart and put back together, leaving out all the unnecessary parts, all but her pussy and asshole. She wished she could somehow become cunt from head to toe, and a rod, a giant's huge prick, could fill her forever and ever, and never stop pissing hot liquid juice up her frantic cunt.
Suddenly Lew lifted her legs to his chest, so high that she was standing on the back of her head. His prick retreated one last, breathless time, and came pistoning back with the force of a torpedo, and blasted.
Her clit throbbed. It was such a marvelous load she could hear it – actually hear the cream spurting! Her cunthole became a pink velvet vise. The split up her ass nipped at his cubes. And her, hips! Her hips moved as if disconnected from the rest of her, slap-slap-slapping against his loins, fucking her toward the place where Lew stood pouring off jism.
"Roll it, baby. Twist!" Lew's knees buckled, and hit the edge of the mattress. But his prick refused to stop spitting. Gob after gob shot into her. "Motherfucker!" he groaned. "Sweet baby – fuck! GO!"