The mere thought made her head swim. She locked her teeth at the roots of the joint in her face, making Lew buck. Lifting one knee high in the air, she reached down between her legs to guide him. But Daddy needed no prompting. Already, before her small fingers got there, the tip of his cock had parted the folds, and was advancing.
Oh God! she thought. God help her! She was going to piss. She was going to piss and fall all to pieces from the sheer wonder of fucking.
"Wha…?" The cock in her cunt leaped as the hot, yellow stream hit the glans.
Lew laughed. "She shit on me once, Sam. At the whorehouse. This is – um! Suck it, baby. Suck! This is some kid you got yourself, neighbor. That first time… okay, I admit I lied about her being the one to start it. I took it. Me! She kept prancing around in them shorts and minis, and man, man oh man! I kept looking and scheming. She kept my dick hard, and she knew it. Christ, Sam, she fucking knew it and liked it. And then, when I finally got her alone in the house that day and got her panties off, and found out she was still cherry – motherfucker! She's some wild little fuck, man." He paused, closing his eyes as if conjuring a vision. "If my little Tish was as wild as her…"
"We can make Tish as wild," interrupted Sam. "A good touch of the belt is all you need. You put a whip to her ass and she'll screw like a bunny. Just as hot, just as fucking tight!" His cock seemed to grow longer, and become twice as fat around. With one final lunge, ignoring the piss running down the front of his pants, he buried the root up in her pussy.
Wendy gulped. The talk had triggered her clit, and now her cunthole was spewing thick love juice, along with the urine. Tish! she thought. She could almost see the tiny brunette thrashing around under the lash of the belt. Tish loved fucking, she knew. She recalled the double-dates, where she let Larry dry-hump her while the other girl went all the way in the front seat of the car. She recalled what Lew had said about Penny and Tish the day he raped her: that they fucked for everybody! She began to move her head up and down; to wiggle her bottom, thinking what a wonderful coming home party it would be if Tish and Mummy and Penny joined her and the men. She thought how they could make the big bed in Daddy's room rock with their lovemaking, and how bygones would really become bygones if all of them – pussies and cocks in unison – could reach orgasm together.
"Oh mother, that's fucking great," grunted Lew. "Sweet little cocksucker. Sweet… sweeter than cotton candy. Work that tongue! Do it, baby. Suck! Keep that mouth moving!"
"And your ass," commanded Daddy. "Roll it, honey. Like you used to do when – Wendy, honey! Babylove! Make it move like when I used to plow you back here. Up…" his finger shot high in her rectum. "All the way up here! Make your ass go like you used to do then. Wiggle it, Wendy. Screw!"
She didn't have to be told inside her ass the flame was demanding more fuel, more cream. Her fingers crept under Lew's balls. She spread the fat cheeks of his ass, and found his anus. She twisted one slender dart in past his sphincter, and made him yelp as Gus had bellowed when she first probed for the trigger. She fucked herself back onto Daddy, moving so fast the cot squeaked, threatening to collapse under their bouncing weight. Raising her head, locking her lips at the head of the rod in her face, she tickled Lew's prostate gland.
"Christ!" Lew's hands, as if trying to crush her skull, applied pressure at either side of her head. His ass shot off the cot, and his dick grew as fat as a soup can, as hard as a spike. "Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!"
Semen as thick as paste blasted off the roof of her mouth. She moaned, and fucked her face down to the clump of coarse cockhair. The stuff clogged in her throat, building until it oozed from the sides of her mouth. She felt it run down her chin, and drip onto her breasts and the cot. She fucked her hips faster, grinding for all she was worth, holding her breath for the moment when the other dick – Daddy's bigger, lovelier, wonderful hardon – reached the bright pinnacle.
"That's it, honey. Wendy! Baby! That's me, babylove. Cuming. Daddy's cum-ingggggggggg!" Daddy's hands locked at her waist, dragging her bottom off the cot, supporting her weight on the cock, which was beginning to piss goo up her cunt.
Her squeal of delight came out muffled. She made her joy known by clamping tight at both ends mouth and cunthole. This was what she'd been born for, she thought, to be used by stiff pricks. To be beaten and bruised and defiled, a receptacle for hot cum.
Silently she thanked Doctor Bruce, the girls at the home, and Lew for having the courage to rape her, to steal her cherry and lie, and have her sent to the place that made her a woman and taught her to love what most girls her age hated. If they only knew, she thought, again envisioning Tish. If she could only teach one – perhaps the tiny brunette – the overpowering joy of domination, the bliss of being mashed beneath the weight of a conqueror, the freedom that came from being debased by a hungry cock, then all she'd been through would be worth it, the fulfillment complete.
But for now she was happy to screw, to drink cum at both ends, to have Daddy's big dick locked tight in her burning pussy at last. And the day was still young, she reasoned. Tish and Penny and Mummy were next door, and perhaps, if she worked it just right, if Lew and Daddy really meant what they'd said about Tish and the belt… perhaps then her homecoming party would end in a sweet, heavenly union.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Wendy was delighted, ecstatic; it was almost too good to be true. Even before the party was over, as Mummy and Penny showed the last of the neighbors to the door, Daddy tricked Tish into a corner and shoved his hand up her dress. Lew joined them, saying something about what girls her age needed was discipline. His hand covered her left tit, and kneaded it. The surprised girl looked from one to the other, gasping, trying not to thrust her little round hips into the fingers fucking in and out of her pussy.
Then Penny returned to the room, and saw what was happening. "You bastards!" she yelped. "Let her go!"
The men hesitated, and exchanged glances. Lew strode forward, and slapped her face: crack! Again Penny yelped. The two tussled, until Penny's legs hit the armchair, and she fell back, legs high, her panties showing. Lew's hand shot into her crotch. The loud protests became an incoherent gurgle, a moan.
Mummy came in from the front hall, stopped short, and gaped. Wendy clapped her hands, a gleeful child once more. What would happen next? she wondered. There were only two men and four women, four cuntholes, and she couldn't imagine how Lew and Daddy were going to manage.
"Get the fuck over here, Cynthia," growled Lew in a voice so forceful the house seemed to shake. His weight held a thrashing – but fast becoming docile – Penny down. His fingers tore at her panties, found her slit, and began to dip into her. "Man!" he added. "I always wanted some of your big fat ass. Bring it over here, baby. Cindy, gimme a fee!!"
Mummy hesitated. She wanted to, Wendy could telclass="underline" all of them wanted to! But there was still a hint of reluctance in the blinking blue eyes, which were glancing from Lew to where Daddy was fucking his finger into Tish's hairy brown triangle. A tremor ran through her. Tentatively she stepped forward, and then stopped again. A sob came from the armchair. Mummy opened her mouth, as if to say something, and then clamped her lips together like the halves of an oyster.
"Oh…!" Wendy came off the sofa. Dam grownups! she thought. Sometimes they could be sillier than kids – dumber than she'd been before Doctor Bruce had explained about sex and sadism and like that, and how it was normal for a cunt to want a big, lovely cock, no matter who it belonged to. She took Mummy's hand and tugged at it. Slowly, one mincing step at a time, she pulled the larger woman over to where Lew and Penny were struggling.