Slowly Sam's eyes became accustomed to the dim light. He'd forgotten about the old cot Lew kept in the far comer, in the shadows, partially hidden by cardboard boxes. Now he saw the two figures lying there side by side, arms and legs intertwined. He watched Lew rip the black bikini briefs from the girl's hips, exposing her red pussy, her hot gash. Anger tightened the muscles along his back and shoulders, and quickened his pulse. But at the crotch of his pants was a stiffness so hard it persuaded him to remain still and made him watch.
"Baby! They must've given you silicone shots," said Lew, working feverishly to get the dress off her shoulders. "These fucking tits! Jesus! They were apples the last time, and now they're motherfucking cantaloupes."
Wendy arched her spine and offered the braless melons for sucking. Sam could see the rubbery pinkness, like succulent cherries, crowning each lovely mound. He groaned as Lew drew one taut bud into his mouth. He set his jaw, reluctant to admit that in spite of the anger and jealousy, watching another man play on his daughter's body was more exciting than actually ramming his prick up her rear.
"I – um! Ummmmmmmmmm!" Wendy threw one leg over the side of the cot, opening her thighs to display the alluring slit that began low in the silky red curls and sliced down and under the soft; creamy cheeks of her ass in what appeared to be an unbroken breach. "I love that, Lew. Bite them. Chew them! Let me… oh – lover! Oh! Let me feel your teeth."
"Feel this!" Lew guided her hand to the fat bulge in his pants. "Take it out for old Uncle Lew, sugar. Show it some affection."
The zipper made a slight grating sound, brass on brass. It sent a chill up Sam's spine and made his prick discharge the drop of clear gel that precedes fucking manmeat into a girl's belly. He watched Wendy's small fingers free the thing in Lew's pants, and the blood in his temple pounded in time with the rapid up and down jerks of her hand. It was the most captivating scene he'd ever witnessed. He wanted to storm into the garage, yank Lew from the cot, and shove his own prick brutally up the wet pussy he'd been so reluctant to try. But he held back. He'd wait until Lew got it up her, he decided.
The dress bunched like a rumpled apron at her slim waist, the pink and white flesh contrasting starkly with the dingy surroundings. Wendy threw her other leg over the far side of the cot. "Put it in," she demanded, helping Lew into position, steering the cock in her hand into the slippery folds of her sex. "Fuck it to me hard. Real hard, Lew. Hurt me. Make it – um! Oh, make it good!"
"Man!" On his knees between her gaping thighs, cock like a throbbing telephone pole protruding from the open fly of his pants, Lew put the knob in. "Christ, I never – ah! Baby! Ummmmm! I never thought you'd – ah! Turn out this fucking good that first time I took some. And tight! Still so fucking tight. Still like a virgin, the first time all over again. And you're hot! Hotter 'n' a motherfucking – oh! A sweet, fucking, tight blast furnace!"
"Then do it!" sobbed Wendy. "Shove it in! All… all the way up me!"
Sam thought his head was going to explode. He could see the big dick going in, disappearing in jerks, inch by inch, up the girl's cunthole. He could see her round belly tighten, loosen, tighten. Her inner cunt muscles were working, he knew, and he could almost feel the feathery tickle, feel her sucking Lew up her cunt, just as her asshole, her hot, nipping little-girl asshole, had drawn him in to the hilt so many times. He no longer felt anger. Now he felt lust, a new rage so strong, so compelling, that he wasn't aware of the movement that carried him under the door and into the dim interior. He was aware only of the naked asses fucking in unison, and the belt in his hand.
Swiftly he moved to the cot. His gaze met Wendy's. The suppressed laughter was there: her eyes were telling him, as she had demanded of Lew only a moment before, to do it. Do it! His arm made the belt sing through the air.
It was just as she'd planned: better! She felt Lew's big, wonderful cock slam far up her cunt as the belt licked his ass. Oh, it was good that way, so good. She threw her legs around his waist, holding his loins trapped between them. She threw her arms about his shoulders, straining upward, fucking, cuming with each cruel lick of the leather.
Trumpeting like a ruptured elephant – like the elephant Crazy Inez told the crude joke about, thought Wendy – Lew tried to escape her father's wrath. She held fast, arms and legs locked, maneuvering her hips to receive the full thrust of his agony. She watched Daddy's eyes, watched the realization of what was happening dawn. She wanted to laugh out loud, to let the mirth in her gaze echo through the garage. She knew something they didn't: the sadist-masochist thing Doctor Bruce had explained. It was working now, making Daddy lash out like a wild man with the belt, jacking the cum up Lew's throbbing shaft into her pussy.
"Hit me too, Daddy," she gasped, releasing Lew so the belt could get at her.
"She… she's fucking nuts!" bellowed Lew, not yet aware, astonishment and pleasure contorting his face, cream spurting all over the place as his stiff dick popped free of her sopping wet cunthole.
"No! She's lovely!" proclaimed Sam, the look in his eye saying he understood that this was what she wanted, and what he wanted, too. "Lovely! Lovely! Love-ly!" he reiterated, arm rising and falling, bringing welts to her thighs and making the hard prick in his pants piss buckets of jism.
It lasted until both men were sweaty and panting, and Wendy, tears streaming from her eyes but unable to keep her loins still, took Lew's dick in one hand, the wet bulge in her daddy's pants leg in the other, and said, "No more whipping, Daddy. Now it's time. Both of you in me at once – front and rear. I want you both so much."
She watched Daddy drop the belt. He and Lew exchanged furtive glances. There was no denying they wanted her as much as she wanted them. But men were so dumb, she thought, so thick-headed at times. It was as if each was waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Oh…!" She solved the problem by lowering her face to Lew's lap, knowing the sight of her sucking him off would turn Daddy on. She held his wet cock in one hand, drew him into her mouth; and reached for Daddy's fly. Fingers groping, she turned to offer her rear, thinking for sure he wanted her that way.
"Man! Oh God!" Lew pushed down on the back of her head, forcing his joint, still slick and smelly with the juice from her hole, in up to the roots. "Christ! Don't just let her lay there, Sam. Daughter or not, put something in 'er!"
"Uh-huh," gurgled Wendy, sucking noisily, panting for the feel of Daddy's dick up her asshole. She yanked on his rod, pulling him down to his knees. Then she turned further onto her side, trying to stretch the stiffness, frantic for the first lunge, the first stab of pain before her asshole was juiced with the gook from the depths of her bowels.
Daddy groaned, humping, he slapped her hand away. His own hand went to her wet crotch, but instead of the fingers boring up her chute, the place he adored, she felt him at the sloppy cunt Lew had so recently vacated. "Oh Daddy," she sighed at the pulsing dick in her face.
"Now you're old enough for this, too," he told her. His fingers spread her swollen cuntlips, and buried themselves in the slippery passage. "Up your cunt!" he choked. "Remember, honey? You… you always wanted it this way. Stick your big daddy-rod up front for a change, you used to say. Pretty please, Daddy. Up… up my pussy. Jesus! You must've asked me that ten thousand times. But I kept shoving it…" the fingers not working her slit bored into her anus, "there! All the time wanting to screw you the right way, but thinking, Jesus H. Fucking Christ! What the fuck was I thinking about, anyway?" His free hand snaked around to her belly, and splayed over it. He inched forward.
It was the wildest thing. Lying on her side, legs bent at the knee and bottom extended beyond the edge of the cot, she felt his fat cockhead at the place she'd wanted him to shaft her. He was going to do it, she thought: pump cum up her red-hot pussy. After all this time, all the silly objections, the talk of incest, the beatings, he was actually going to drive his hard daddy-dick up her forebelly.