"This is impossible," whispered Mummy, as Lew's free hand clamped tight on one jiggly cheek of her ass.
"They're crazy," choked Penny – but she was humping her hips off the cushion, working her twat, trying to take Lew's hand up her cunt to the wrist, it seemed.
"No, not crazy," said Daddy. He paused to unzip his pants and steer Tish's tiny pink hand onto the raging monster within. She touched it, and cooed with pleasure. Her fingers closed tight on the shaft, and whipped it out. "We've – ah! We've been fucking around for years, me and Cynthia screwing Wendy, Lew screwing Tish," continued Daddy. "And all you cunts wanting to get in on the act, but too Goddam stubborn to come out and say so. It took Wendy to teach us. Her and that weird Doctor Bruce, who got five years of free pussy – Wendy's pussy – as a fee for our stupidity."
The gathering fell silent. Wendy watched her mother and father, the Ogdens and Tish exchange furtive glances. It was all very well for them to feel guilty, she thought, but that wasn't getting her laid.
A sudden thought struck her. Nonchalance about sex was the best attitude, Doctor Bruce had said. She grinned. Taking hold of the hem of her mini, she lifted it slowly up her thighs, her belly, and over her tits, and then off her head. She dropped the dress, and looked from one to the other around the room. In heels and nylons, breasts bare and red pussy wedge showing through the panties, she was a provocative sight, she knew. She turned. Displaying the deep cleft up her plump bottom, grinding her hips, she started toward the master bedroom. She paused at the open door. "I'm going in to lie down," she called back. "Not because I'm tired, either." She stepped into the dark doorway, and paused again. "And there's plenty of room for whoever finally makes up their mind."
It was like the subway at rush hour, bodies crammed tight together. But this was a special trip, from reluctance to total commitment, the fare being as many cumloads as one could endure. Wendy quivered beneath Lew's forceful fucking. The belt had welted her bottom – hers and Tish's and Mummy's and Penny's. Now she watched Daddy's big, lovely dick drive up Tish's tight cunt; watched Mummy and Penny kneel to lick the two male assholes. The bed rocked, and the sound of labored breathing filled the room. Rub-a-dub-dub, she thought: two cocks and three cunts in a tubful of billowy bedding.
"Ahhhhh…" sighed Tish as the hands on her ass began to dig in. Her trim legs shot up, locking tight around the hips slamming meat up her pussy.
"I – ah! I told you, Lew," grunted Daddy, fucking like a bear running downhill. Wendy saw his fingernails cut into the tender halves of the girl's reddened bottom. "They all love it," he added, stoking faster, making his rod fuck in and out of her pussy. "Hurt 'em 'n' make 'em beg, 'n' every motherfucking one of 'em – ah! God, she's good! Beat 'em, Lew. Put a belt to their ass 'n' every cunt in the world'll open up for ya. All you have to do is take it, man. Show 'em who's boss. Make 'em give!"
"Um. I wish someone would make me give," said Penny. She stared longingly at the shaft dipping furiously in and out of her daughter's cunt. "I've got a cunt, too – in case nobody noticed."
"And me!" added Mummy, falling onto Lew's back, wrapping her arms around his broad chest and rubbing her loose pussy on the nuts bouncing above Wendy's sopping wet niche. The operation hadn't done her much good, thought Wendy. Her gash still displayed extra folds of slippery skin, and seemed to be deep enough to take a man's leg as well as his rod.
Lew glanced back at her, as if considering the possibilities. Wendy grew angry. It was her coming home party, she wanted to bellow. Hers! She tightened her cunthole to recapture the bastard's attention. She was drunk with desire: she needed cum! She hadn't been whipped in four years, hadn't tasted the delicious sting of the belt in all the time at the State Home, and now, her behind red and sore, her lungs and belly heaving for air, she thought for sure she'd die if Lew withdrew his prick for even a second. "Come to the head of the bed," she told Mummy. "So-oh! S-So I can lick you-your cunthole! Like we used to, Mummy. Only me 'n' Lew both this time. Hurry!"
"You said it," agreed Lew, driving in once more. "There's more than one fucking way, baby. I've got a tongue that's not doing a Goddamn thing."
Wendy moaned as Mummy complied, legs around her head, big, black sloppy bush dripping cream in her face. Panting, savoring the stink, wanting to suck it so bad her throat clogged with saliva, she cupped her small hands at the underside of the ass cheeks jiggling wildly above her. She watched Lew's sandpapery tongue lash up at the slit, and felt the melons resting in her palms tighten. Her own tongue flicked up the smelly ass crack, splitting the wide mother-ass in two.
Beside them, Daddy and Tish and Penny mimicked the union. The slurp-slurp of cunt-lapping was interspersed with the wet slosh of cocks fucking, bedsprings squeaking, sighs and moans. Pussyjuice flowed, spattered faces, dicks, and nuts and coarse cockhair. It was like she had once wished for, thought Wendy; it was as if she'd been taken apart and put back together, leaving out all except cunt and asshole and mouth. She was pussy from head to toe: top and bottom, inside and out. Nothing existed except the stiff prick up her belly, the cunt spewing gook, and the love noises.
They fucked until Lew and Daddy popped off, went limp, and pulled out. Then the men – darn them! Wendy protested mentally. Why couldn't they be like her, and fuck forever and ever without getting tired. Instead, they wanted to rest. They spoke in breathless whispers, hands exploring the four naked female bodies while she and Mummy and Tish and Penny were still dying to screw. Despite all she'd learned, all Doctor Bruce and the time at the home had taught her, she didn't think she'd ever really know men.
"One big happy family," said Daddy at last. He grinned widely at her. "Right, honey?"
"Ha! Some family," she countered.
Daddy frowned. Tish and Penny and Mummy stared wide-eyed at her. Lew stopped mouthing her nipples.
"Well, it's supposed to be my party," she blurted, sitting up between the two men. "I was the one who went away for five years and all, and, and – well, oh darn it! What I mean is I… I… oh heck!" She chewed her lip, looking helplessly from one to the other.
"I think I know," offered Daddy. As if controlled by one mind, all eyes glanced his way. "I think what she means is we should be concentrating on her," he added. "Like in the garage – right, Lew?"
"Right!"
Wendy brightened, so happy she thought for sure, she'd bust. She simply couldn't get enough fucking… Her fingers closed tightly about the limp pricks at either side of the bed. "Talk-talk-talk," she teased. "All I get is lots of brave talk and no…"
Daddy cut the half-hearted protest short by turning her suddenly onto her belly. "The belt!" he directed Lew. "What she needs is a few more stripes on her ass, and then a dick up both holes and a cunt or two in the face."
"N-No, Daddy," she objected, pretending to be the innocent girl who first took Lew's big, veiny cock in her cunt. "Not the belt. Please. D-Don't whip meee. Oh Daddy, no. No!"
It did her absolutely no good – it never had! But now she wanted the lash; she wanted the pain to course through her trembling loins, and ignite her nerve ends. She wanted the weight of the five sweaty bodies piled on top of her small frame, crushing the breath from her lungs, making the thrill of orgasm doubly good: superb!
She told them all so by arching her back, and pumping her hips to meet the cruel leather. "N-No more," she cried, spurring them on, making them so frantic to hurt her, to bruise her young, creamy flesh, that even Tish began to yank on her hair.