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 M/f, incest, oral

   The Week of a Baby Whore - Monday

   Written by tony-n-friends ======================

   This story is a work of fiction.  =====================





   Sarah sighed and leaned back against the head rest of her car.  Life was
difficult at times, but she was learning to accept.  Moving back in with
her parents was not something she had thought she would do, but it had
turned into a necessity after John had died.  It was a good place to raise
Kelly, tho.  These last months had been good for her.



   She was early home today, a treat.  It was just after 4 when work didn't
usually end until 5 or so.  She got out of the car and opened the front
door to her parents home, now her and her daughters home too.  She smiled
as she entered, she could smell her mom beginning supper in the kitchen. 
It was a memory from childhood, one of the nicest.



   She entered the house quietly, the rug muffling her foot steps.  She
passed the entrance to the kitchen where she could see her mom cooking at
the stove.  She went up the stairs, slowly and quietly, she was tired from
a long day at work, learning a new job was so stressful.  Kelly would be
surprised to see her home early.  As she got to the top of the stairs, she
could hear her daddy talking to someone.  She stopped when she realized her
father was in her daughters room.  Her steps grew quieter as she approached
her daughters little pink bedroom, the room what had been hers when she had
been a child in this house.



   The door to the room was a little open, just a crack.  She pushed at it
gently and it swung open just a little bit more, enough for her to see
inside and to the side of the bed that sat in the middle of the room.  She
already knew what she would see there.  She had been denying it in her
brain, but she knew.  And she was right.



   Kelly knelt on the floor, her head back.  Her hair was all in disarray,
her pigtails pulled out until her long blonde hair fell down her back.  Her
top was pulled out of her shorts and it hung open, the buttons all undone.
Sarah could see the little chest, nipples all red as if they had been
pulled or been bitten.  There was a hicky on the little neck.  Kelly's
hands were laid against the strong thighs of her grandfather who was
standing in front of her.  Her mouth was open.  Wide open.  It had to be,
as it was being filled with a hard, angry looking cock.



   Sarah just stood as watched as her father mouth raped the little 10 year
old girl.  Her dads words filtered in, through the haze of panic.  "Suck my
cock baby girl.  Grampy's baby girl.  You have the mouth of a whore, just
like your mommy did at your age.  Take it all baby.  Take all of Grampy's
big hard cock.  Suck it slut.  Suck it.  Grampy loves feeling your soft
mouth taking his big hot cock baby" and then Sarah heard her daddy moan. 
That long moan that used to mean he was starting his ejaculation.



   Thru a haze, she watched her daddy do to her young daughter what he used
to do to her.  Sarah watched her daddys hands tighten on the little head.
Watched his fingers curl around the hair and pull the mouth even closer. 
She watched the look on Kelly's face as the cock was shoved deeper and
deeper into her little mouth.  Sarah knew Kelly had to gag, knew the cock
was in too far.  Sarah remembered the feeling well.



   Kelly's hands were in tiny fists and she was pounding her hands against
the legs of her grandfather, but to no avail.  She was trapped.  Trapped by
her grandfathers big strong hands in her hair and his big hard cock ramming
into her little mouth.  "Gonna cum baby slut.  Gonna fill your little whore
mouth with Grampys' hot nasty cum.  Drink it all Kelly.  Drink it all like
your mommy used to do" and then the sounds started.  Deep in the back of
his throat.  Like he was a rutting dog, so animalistic were the moans.  As
Sarah watched, Kelly struggled mightily to get away.  She tried to stand,
but her Grampa was far too strong.  He held her head, his fingers laced
into her hair.  He slammed her mouth onto his cock, ramming it as far back
into her little throat as he could, and let it cum.  Hot and sweet, jetting
out of his cock and heading straight down the throat of his 10 year old
granddaughter.  Fucking sweet pleasure.



   He drained all of his cum into his little mouth slut and then fell back
on her bed.  He lay there, his chest heaving.  There was nothing so good as
molesting a child.



   Sarah looked over at her daughter.  Tears were running down her face and
she was coughing, trying to get Grampa's cum from out of her throat.  She
stood, trembling, her legs almost not being able to support her.  Sarah
could see just how nasty her daddy had been to her daughter.  Kelly's
nipples were almost raw and just under the left one, a bruise was forming.



   Sarah watched in amazement as her daughter wiped off her face and then
went over to the desk beside the bed.  Sarah hadn't noticed a wash basin
and cloth there, but she remembered it so well from when she was a child.
Kelly wet the cloth and went to her Grandfather, kneeling.  She cleaned
him, all around his cock and his balls, then cleaned herself..  Wiping the
cum off her chin where it had run down and finally doing up the buttons on
her shirt.  The little girl then got up on the bed and curled up beside her
grandfather.  Her Grampa pulled her to him, kissing her mouth gently. 
Sarah backed away from the room, stunned.  She turned the knob on her own
bedroom door and silently slid inside.  She sat down on the bed, thinking,
remembering.  She had been daddy's favourite, his slut, his baby whore. 
Now, it seemed, that honor had been passed to Kelly.









   The Week of a Baby Whore - Tuesday







   Sarah paced the floor of her work station.  She was trembling, a need
was deep inside her.  She hadn't slept all night.  After she had left her
bedroom yesterday it had all gotten so surreal.  They all sat for supper,
as if nothing had happened.  Her mom was smiling, and serving as always. 
Her daddy was blustering, ordering her mom around, nothing unusual about
that.  Kelly was a bit quiet, but her hair was freshly plated.  She knew
that her daddy could not have put the hair back in braids, that was the
work of her mom.  Did her mom wonder just how Kelly's hair had gotten all
mussed up?  Did her mom know about the abuse?  If so, had her mom known
about her daddy's visits to her and her sisters rooms when they were
Kelly's age?



   Sarah's supervisor approached her.  "Are you ok?" She shook her head no.
"Can I go home?" He looked at her, carefully.  "We all went home yesterday
early, as a special thank you for finishing the Henderson project on time
and within budget.  You want to go home early again?" She nodded and he
waved her to the door.  "Lets just not make a habit of it, shall we?"



   On the drive home, Sarah was numb.  She wanted to see it again.  She was
just beginning to realize how much it turned her on to know her daddy was
molesting her daughter, as he had done to her many years ago.  As a matter
of fact, the abuse had not ended until she had run away and married John at
16.  She had never told John, or anyone else.  Her sister Clara had left
home before her, and they very seldom heard from her.



   She parked her car on the street this time, ensuring that no one would
know she was home.  She quietly entered the house, and could hear her mom
in the kitchen.  As before, the deep carpeting muffled the sound of her
feet on the stairs.  The door to her daughters room stood open, no one
inside.  Sarah almost moaned with disappointment.  Where were they?  Just
then, she heard a sound coming from her daddy's bedroom and she silently
went towards the door.  The door was open just enough, as if her dad had
been expecting her.  She could see into the room and what she saw almost
made her gasp out loud.



   She could see her daughter, sweet little Kelly.  Her blonde hair was
spread out over her Grampa's pillow.  She was naked and Sarah took the time
to study her daughters body.  Her tits were just starting to grow, and the
nipples were hard and slutty.  The bruise that had started yesterday had
darkened and was standing out so much against the very white skin of her 10
year old daughter.  Her legs were long and well shaped, from her dancing.
She did have a bit of a belly and a sweet grabbable ass.



   Her hands were above her head and Sarah realized that Kelly was bound to
the headboard of her Grampa's bed.  Sarah felt a sweep of annoyance and
jealousy.  Her daddy had never tied her up!



   Kelly's feet weren't bound, but spread open.  Her pussy was exposed,
pink and sweet.  Her daddy sat on the bed beside the little girl, his
finger rubbing up and down the sweet slit of the child.  "Soon baby, soon
Grampa will be inside you.  Would you like that baby?  Would you like to be
Grampa's fuck toy?" The little girl nodded, not quite sure just what Grampa
meant.



   Grampa walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer.  He pulled out a
simple bottle of baby oil and returned to the bed.  Standing over her, he
opened the top of the oil and squeezed the bottle.  The oil came gushing
out, covering her face, her throat, her little tits and her belly, her mons
and down her legs.  Grampa re-capped the bottle and threw it onto the
carpeting.  The little girl was trying to wipe the oil from her face and
she seemed a little bit fearful of what her Grampa was about to do.



   Kelly knew that Grampa wanted to put his thing inside her.  She just
didn't know where it would go.  Down there were she peed, she knew.  She
shivered, watching Grampa undress.  His cock was big and hard and it scared
her.  It hurt in her mouth and she knew it would hurt where he wanted to
put it in her down there.



   Grampa stood over the little girl, and watched her wiggle and struggle
against her bonds.  She was so beautiful and so much like her mother.  Her
nipples were hard, little pebbles against the small amount of puffiness
under them.  He reached onto one side of her with his left hand and he put
his left leg over her body.  He held himself above her, staring into her
eyes.  He was not going to fuck her today, he was simply marking his
territory.  As a man who had retired from the Army, he was in amazing shape
for 53.  He lowered himself slowly onto her until he heard what he had
wanted to hear.



   Oooooooooooooofffffffffffffff



   The breath of the little girl slowly expelled from her lungs as her
Grampa's body settled on her little 10 year old self.  His lips reached for
hers and she felt his tongue sliding into her mouth, like a snake.  He
kissed her until she lost her breath.  It was hard for her to breathe with
the big man on her chest, pushing against her lungs.  "Grampa" she
whispered, "I can't breathe!" He smiled and kissed her again, feeling her
body begin to struggle under him.  He lifted up and allowed her several
deep breaths before settling down on her body once more.



   He began to move then, slipping up and down her oil slicked body.  She
could feel his hard cock against her legs then up against her slit, then he
would pull up and slide his cock up her belly, her little chest and rub it
against her throat.  "You are mine, baby girl.  Tell me.  Tell Grampa you
are his!"



   Sarah felt two things..  First, the deep jealousy was stabbing her in
her belly.  She wanted to be the one under her daddy, pleasuring her daddy.
Secondly, her pussy was wet.  Not just wet but gushing, she could feel the
liquid slipping down her legs.  She wanted to see her daughter fucked and
fucked hard!  She wanted to see her Daddy rape this little girl, the girl
who had taken over as Daddy's fuck toy.



   The little voice could just be heard.  "I am yours Grampa." The older
man began to rub against the little girl with abandon.  He was almost
sliding off her little body.  His firmly planted his knees between her legs
and lifted them over his shoulders.  "You are my fuck toy.  I can use you
any time I want."



   She felt Grampa's cock against the entrance to her little kitty and she
began to cry.  Like a good little girl, between her tears she whispered "I
am your fuck toy.  You can use me any time you want." She whimpered as she
felt the cock head push a little more against her kitty hole.  To her
surprise, she felt Grampa pull back out of her.



   He lifted her higher on his shoulders and positioned the head of his
cock against her little asshole.  His cock was covered in baby oil, and he
felt her open just a bit as he pushed into that wonderfully tight hole. 
The whimpers grew to sobbing as Kelly felt the pain of a big Grampa cock
pushing against her little girl bum, and she was happy when Grampa pulled
back.



   "Not yet, baby girl.  Soon.  Soon all of you will belong to me.  Say it
slut.  Say it my baby whore.  Say all of you will belong to me soon."



   "All of me will belong to you soon Grampa" she parroted, the sound
almost non-existent through her tears.



   He began thrusting against her little body then, ramming his cock into
the soft little girl swell of her belly.  He laid across her, shoving her
down into the mattress, his downward pressure on her little body making her
feel like he was crushing her.  He wrapped his arms around her body,
pulling her to him.  Her whole body became his fuck hole and he revelled in
it.  His moaning took on the animalistic growl that both the little girl
and the woman standing watching had come to know so well.



   He came.  Bursting out and against her little body, spraying up to her
throat and some onto her face.  He held her close, kissing her face,
licking the sweat.  He whispered softly to her how much he loved her and
while that incestuous ritual was happening, the little girls mother crept
quietly away.





   The Week of a Baby Whore - Wednesday





   (F/f kissing, stroking, oral)





   Sarah opened the door to her parents home and stepped inside.  She was
wet, so very wet.  Every speed limit on the way here had been broken, so
deep was her need for her to see her daddy molest her daughter.



   She quietly went up the stairs, wondering just what she would see today.
She pushed opened the door to her daughters little pink room, but it was
empty.  She walked down the hallway and did the same to her parents bedroom
door, but it was also empty.  She whirled and ran down the hallway, and
down the stairs.  She rushed through the open door to the kitchen and
stopped quickly as she saw her mother at the stove.  That, at least, was
normal.



   "Mom" she asked quickly, "where are they?" Her mom looked up and smiled.
"Welcome home Sarah, I am making a nice red sauce.  Your daddy asked for my
special pasta tonight."



   Sarah realized that the question had been ignored.  She turned and sat
at the kitchen table, her mind going through a whirlwind of memories.  Her
mother had always done that, ignored what she could not face.  She never
talked to the girls about failing at school or about when her older sister
had smashed up the car.  She just was like a wind-up doll, refusing to
admit anything in her family was wrong.



   Supper was almost ready when she heard the front door open.  She heard
her daddy order her daughter up to wash, then his voice got louder as he
approached the kitchen.  She watched him come in, tall and handsome.  God,
she loved him and hated him all at the same time.



   He walked to the sink and washed his hands, greeting his wife and
daughter as he did.  He told his wife how wonderful the kitchen smelled,
the sauce bubbling on the stove.  He kissed his wife then, a sweet, soft
kiss on her cheek.  He smiled at his daughter, welcoming her home from
work.



   The woman at the table was trembling.  Sarah knew her daddy had taken
her daughter somewhere, but where?  "Where were you and Kelly, daddy?" Her
dad just looked at her, a long look.  "We were just doing Grampa /
Granddaughter stuff, silly girl.  Don't you be worrying your pretty mind
about it.  You know how much your momma and I are enjoying having the two
of you living with us." Her mom nodded, smiling.  "We are a family again"
The older woman was happy, content.



   Kelly entered the room then, and Sarah studied her daughter.  She seemed
a little strange, her steps were slow coming to the table.  Kelly pulled
out a chair across from her mom and smiled weakly.  "It smells so good in
here Grandma" she said quietly, and was rewarded with a swift kiss on her
forehead from her Grandma.



   Her mother served them all, bustling and fussing.  Sarah was chatting
with her daddy, talking about her new job and how different the little town
was now, after 11 years of being gone.  Out of the corner of her eye, Sarah
watched her mother ask Kelly to reach the grated cheese that was behind her
on the counter.  Kelly reached, her arm stretching out behind her body. 
That was when Sarah saw it.  Pressed against the little white shirt that
Kelly was wearing.  The gasp came from her without her even realizing it.
They all stopped, staring at her.  Sarah's eyes could not leave Kelly's
shirt, altho now that her arm was not outstretched, it was no longer
visible.



   "What is it dear?" her mom asked worriedly.  "Are you not feeling well".
Sarah pushed her chair away from the table and slowly mounted the stairs,
not even being able to think.  She needed to be alone.



   The sun was down, it was almost 9.  She had heard her mom order Kelly
into the tub and then had heard Kelly go into her own room and shut the
door.  Sarah got up, still dressed in her bra and panties.  She pulled on a
housecoat and quietly went down the long hall to her daughters room.



   She knocked gently and went in, not allowing her daughter enough time to
ask her in.  The room was dark, with just one little lamp beside the bed.
Her daughter was sitting on the bed, dressed in little summer pajamas, hair
brush in her hand.  She seemed surprised to see her mom in her room and she
immediately put the brush on the bed and crossed her arms over her small
chest.



   Sarah sat down beside her on the bed.  Her mommy hand reached out and
she brushed her daughters hair back from her face.  "Do you like it here
with Grampa and Grandma baby?" she whispered.  Kelly's head went down, her
arms still wound tightly around her body.  She slowly nodded.



   Sarah put her fingers under Kelly's chin and raised the little face. 
Her and her daughter sat there, staring into each other eyes.  Both so full
of secrets.  Full of feelings and emotions.  Kelly's eyes grew wide as her
mother's head slowly dropped.  The full soft lips on hers were different
from her Grampa's.  Her Grampa's kisses were hard and demanding.  Her mom's
lips were soft, gentle.  She felt her Moms tongue slowly come out and
gently touch her own.



   They kissed for what seemed like an eternity.  Tongues intertwined.  So
sexy.  So wrong.  So good.  Kelly's little chest was heaving when her mom
drew her lips back off of her little girls' face.  Her moms arms went
around her and pulled her close.  Kelly could feel the nipple of one of her
moms tits against her soft skin.  Her mom stroked her back, her face and
her hair.  "Mommy loves you so much baby girl" she whispered.



   Sarah sat back a little.  Kelly felt her moms hands on the bottom of her
little pajama top.  "I want to see it baby, don't worry, mommy knows all
about it" the words continued to spill from Sarah's mouth, repeating those
phrases over and over as she pulled upwards.  "Mommy knows baby, Mommy
understands." Kelly kept her arms around her body for a few seconds, then
let them drop to her sides, almost as if she was defeated.  The night air
touched each inch of skin as it was revealed to her mommy's eyes.  She felt
a tug under her armpits and knew what her mommy wanted.  She lifted her
arms above her head and felt the top slide off and saw it settle on the bed
beside her.



   Mommy sat back and just stared.  There it was.  So sexy.  So nasty.  So
painful.  Sarah's hand reached out to gently stroke and her finger touched
the steel.  A shudder ran through her daughters body.  Her mommy moaned as
she caressed the nipple ring that Grampa had made her get today.



   Her mom began to kiss her again, her lips harder and demanding now, more
like her Grampa's.  "Did it hurt baby, did you scream?" she whispered
against her daughters lips.  Kelly nodded yes.  It had hurt, so much.  She
hadn't known where her Grampa had been taking her, and when they had walked
in the back door of a dirty looking old office, she had been scared.  The
man that greeted them had terrified her.  Tall, hairy.  He looked like a
giant to the little girl.  He had greeted her Grampa like he was an old
friend.  They had talked, while Kelly stood on the floor between Grampa's
legs, her back leaning against his chest as he sat and talked to the Giant.
Her Grampa's hands had caressed her body as the man watched and then dirty
things had happened, ending with the big man piercing her little baby
nipple while she screamed.



   Sarah stood and put her hands on Kelly's shoulders, pushing her back
upon the bed.  She crawled up on the bed, beside her little girl and began
to caress the small, almost non-existent breasts.  Her mommy mouth went to
the one breast that was still a virgin, the one that had not had the cold
steel stabbed through it.  She licked the little nipple, up and down,
finally suckling it into her hot mouth.  As she let it go, her teeth grazed
it and she heard her daughter moan.  Her hand gently touched the other
breast, gently lifting the circle that threaded itself through her
daughters nipple.  She molested and suckled on her daughters tits for a
while, then her hands moved down to the little tummy, then under the
waistband of the cotton shorts.



   "Lift up baby" she whispered to her daughter and after a short
hesitation Kelly put her little feet on the bed and lifted her pelvis so
that her mom could slide her bottoms off and down her legs.  Kelly's eyes
never left her mothers.  She could see a strange look in the eyes, the same
look as her Grampa had when he was touching her.  Her mom was staring at
her kitty, seeing that her lips were spread open, that she was wet. 
Kelly's eyes teared up in shame.  That was how her Grampa had known she was
a baby whore, by her wetness when he first touched her.



   Sarah's hand moved, as if in a dream.  It slid down her little daughters
belly to her mons.  It was completely bare and would have look like the
pussy of a small child, except for one thing.  The lips were swollen and
pulling apart.  The clit stood out, as if wanting to be touched.  Her
finger separated the lips and slid up and down the slit, gathering her
daughters juices.  She was preparing her finger to slide inside her baby's
cunt, when her daughter struggled and pulled away.



   Kelly sat up, and covered her body with her little hands.  Sarah was
breathing heavily and she stared at Kelly's little body, the nipples all
hard and pointy, the little belly heaving.  "Mommy" the little one asked
"how did you know what Grampa did?"



   Kelly watched, wide eyed, as her mom sat up and undid her housecoat,
throwing it onto the floor beside the bed.  Her mom stood in front of her
dressed only in little brief panties and a sexy bra.  She watched as her
mommy's hands went to the front closure and pulled apart the little clips
that held the beautiful tits in.  She pulled the bra off her breast slowly,
almost like a reveal by a stripper.  Kelly gasped as she saw her moms left
breast, the identical piece of curled steel jutting through her mommy's
nipple.  Her mom's nipple was big, dark dark pink and so sexy looking.  The
nipple was full, puffed out and hard.  The ring was stabbed through it,
just like hers.



   Sarah walked back to the bed and knelt on it, her legs wide open and
straddling her daughters.  She pulled her daughters face to her breast,
forcefully.  "Suck my nipple baby.  Feel what it is going to feel like for
someone to suck you" "Mmmmmmmmmmm yes baby" she pulled her daughters head
back, pulling back on her hair so that the little girl was looking right up
into her eyes.  "First, I want you to lick it, flick the ring with your
tongue.  Then I want you to put the tip of your tongue into the ring while
you suck my nipple, tug on it..  Do you understand baby?  Tug hard!"



   Kelly was trembling in her mothers arms.  Her mom put her hands on
Kelly's shoulders and pulled her up towards the big, jutting nipple.  With
her mom's instructions flying through her mind, Kelly popped her little
tongue out of her mouth and as the nipple got closer, prepared to grab onto
it.  Just as her mom had instructed, she flicked the nipple ring up and
down as her mom moaned.  Then she pushed the tip of her tongue through the
ring and tugged her mommy's nipple into her hot mouth, sucking.  Her mouth
loved the feeling of her mommy's nipple, a memory from her childhood.



   "Harder you little slut, suck me harder.  Suck Mommy's tit.  You are my
whore too now baby, SUCK!!" Kelly did as she was told, suckling so hard on
her moms nipple that a hickey began to form.  While she sucked, Sarah
grabbed Kelly's hand and brought it down between her legs.  She ground
Kelly's hand into her clit and used the hand as a masturbation tool,
grinding the fingers harder and harder into her clit.  "Make me cum, bitch.
Make your Mommy cum.  Fuck, I am so wet.  Suck my tit you little slut, SUCK
IT" Sarah's words got louder and louder as she reached her orgasm.



   She used her little girl, her mouth sucked so well that darts of
pleasure were racing down to her cunt.  She ground the fingers around her
aroused clit, humping against it like a dog.  She felt it start, the cum
inside her and breaking out, waves of pleasure splashing over her body. 
"YES SLUT, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she screamed as the cum
hit her body and jolted throughout.



   Sarah hugged her little daughters body to her, raining kisses down on
her face.  "Darling girl, Mommy's darling girl.  Mommy loves you so much.
You are a sweet slut for me baby girl.  Mommy needed that cum so badly."
Sarah's body collapsed on the little bed, beside her daughter.  Her hand
stayed on her daughters face and she stroked it, bringing it to her mouth
for another kiss.  "Lovely baby, so sweet, so sexy.  You are such a sexy
little girl baby.  See how much you turn me on.  You turn on Grampa too.  I
am so proud of you, keeping Grampa happy.  All little girls should make
their daddies and grampa's happy.  Listen to what Grampa wants and what he
needs baby, it is your job to make him happy." Her voice dropped to a
whisper and Kelly had to strain to hear her.  "Sometimes what Grampa wants
will hurt a bit, sweetheart, but you have to remember to pleasure him.  He
needs pleasure.  I thought I would be the one pleasuring him when we came
home, but he has chosen you.  You are such a lucky girl.  A lucky, lucky
girl."



   The kissing continued, deepened.  Sarah pushed her tongue into her
little girls mouth with force, their lips pressing hard together.  "Suck my
tongue baby, Grampa likes that.  Suck it gently, like you were sucking on
his big hard cock." Kelly welcomed her mommy's tongue into her mouth and
did suck it gently, the feelings of lust were building in the little girls
body.  Sarah stroked the heaving belly and down to the mons again, her
fingers coming back covered in juice.  As Kelly watched, Sarah brought her
fingers to her mouth and licked, the flavour of the cum bursting onto her
tongue.



   "I need to taste you baby, but I want to do it my way.  The way that me
and Aunty used to do it when Grampa was watching us.  We made him happy."
Sarah laid on the little bed, pulling the pillow out from under her head so
that she was flat.  She pulled her daughter up, so she was on her knees
beside her moms body.



   "I am going to stick out my tongue baby, and I want you to sit slowly
down.  I want you to find my tongue with your sweet baby cunt and ride it.
Come on baby, climb on my tongue, NOW" she slapped the little girl to get
her moving.  With tears in her eyes, Kelly spread her legs and walked up
until she was right above her moms face.  She didn't like this, it was so
yucky, her moms mouth was open, her moms tongue was pushed out of her face
and she looked so silly.



   Kelly grabbed at the bedposts and began to lower herself.  She felt her
moms hands on her hips, lowering her slowly.  Her mom didn't want her to
kneel, she just wanted her to slowly rest her pussy on that outstretched
tongue.  She went lower and lower, her entire little 10 year old body
trembling.  She felt her moms hot breath on her pussy, and then her moms
hands stopped her and she perched there, feeling her mom blow on the secret
area between her legs.



   "I just want to admire you for a minute baby, you are so pretty.  Your
cunt is so bare, we have to keep it that way.  Grampa likes bare little
cunts.  He must love your sweet clit, look at it all wet and sticking out.
You are a slut baby, just like I am.  It is not Grampa's fault that he has
to molest you baby, it is yours.  You are so sweet no man can resist you.
There, now..  settle down.



   With a little whimper, Kelly's sex felt the tip of her Mommy's tongue.
Her mom's hands steadied her hips as she lowered.  Her moms tongue felt
funny, pushing hard into her baby hole.  Only Grampa's finger had been in
there and not far in either.  Her moms tongue began to wiggle, like a
snake. A SNAKE!  Kelly couldn't get that thought out of her mind.  A snake
was going into her baby pussy.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it felt big and round
and hot.  It wiggled!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!  She felt her slippery kitty lips
part and the tongue push not too gently into her cunny hole.



   Sarah grabbed at Kelly's hips, pulling her down forcefully onto her
face. Her whole mouth began to ravage the little girl, the tongue jabbing
into the little cunt, her lips pulling and sucking at the little girl pussy
lips.  Kelly had never felt anything like this before.  Her pussy started
to leak juices, which her mother licked and sucked up like an animal. 
Sarah began to moan her pleasure, as the little girl began to wiggle on her
tongue.



   Kelly closed her eyes.  Everything thread of her being was centred on
her pussy.  It felt strange.  She let her imagination run away, a snake was
in her.  Deep in her.  Pushing into her.  Slippery.



   Hard.



   Thrusting.



   Hissing snake.



   Kelly began to push back at the snake.  Every time the snake pushed
forward, Kelly pushed back.  Suddenly Kelly was grinding her little baby
cunt down on the snake, feeling it bite and suck her into its mouth.  "Lick
me snake" the little girl ordered.  "Lick my kitty snake.  Bite me snake.
Ohhhhh it feels so good snake!!" Kelly felt the build up of her first
orgasm.  When Grampa had played with her it sometimes felt good but mostly
it hurt.  This was the first time she had a strange feeling in her belly.



   With her eyes still closed, Kelly sat down completely on her mothers
mouth.  Her little hips were moving, grinding her cunt as deep into the
receiving mouth as she could.  Oh it felt so good.  She began to hump her
mothers mouth, driving her clit into the wetness, feeling the snake suck
her and bite her.



   "Ohhhhhhhhhhh so good ohhhhhhhhhhhhh snake go in more ohhhhhhhhhhhh
snakeeee ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa snake ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
mommy ohhhhhhhhhh mommy ohhhhhhhhhhhh the snakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"



   Kelly's pussy started to throb as the juices spurted out and ran down
into her mothers mouth.  Her mom lick and sucked and swallowed all the hot
cum that she could.  It ran down her mouth, down her chin and she loved
every drop of it.  Sarah continued to lick and suck until her daughter
slumped over onto the bed.  Sarah pulled her to her breast, kissing and
stroking her hair.  "Mommy's baby.  Sweet baby.  You taste so good in
mommy's mouth baby.  I love you."



   The little girls high pitched squeal had brought a man to the bedroom
door, but neither of them saw him.  He had watched as his granddaughter
came all over her moms face, humping and grinding like the little slut she
was.  He smiled and gently closed the door.  It was as it should be.  Sarah
could bring little Kelly pleasure, he didn't have to worry about it.  Kelly
was for his pleasure.  It was going to be a good week.





   The Week of a Baby Whore - Thursday

   Written by tony-n-friends, with help from Mr.  Sam Hammer who helped
Miss Honey in the description of a beer bottle loving girl!







   Sarah lay on her bed, on her back.  Her pillow was under her head and
she snuggled into it as she thought...  Her daddy had made an announcement
at dinner.  Daddy had said Tim would be coming for dinner on Sunday.  Tim.
She had loved Tim with all the lust and admiration of a 12 year old girl.
Why would daddy invite him here, now?



   She had just gotten out of the tub and was wrapped in a soft white terry
cloth housecoat.  It was late, after 11.  The whole house was sleeping but
she couldn't.  Her thoughts turned to thinking about how good Kelly had
tasted and was considering going to her daughters room to wake her for more
fun.  She wanted to taste her daughters pussy again.



   Then she began to think about Tim.  He had been a young man when he had
come to the house, a man in her dads army.  He had been around 22 or 23 the
first time she had seen him and so handsome.  He and her dad had been out
on the town, and both girls and her mom had heard them both come in,
laughing and joking.  They had gone down the stairs and into her daddy's
den, where no one was allowed in unless daddy invited you.  Sarah
remembered the day as if it was just yesterday.  Her sister and her had
been sitting at the kitchen table doing homework.  She remembered she had
been in grade 8 and they were getting ready for final exams.



   The door to the den had opened and her daddy had stuck just his head out
and yelled up the stairs "Sarah, bring us in 2 beer!" She remembered her
mommy come over and kiss her softly on her head and fold the books shut on
the table.  "You go ahead little one, you can work on this tomorrow." Sarah
remembered going down the stairs and going into the little room beside the
den.  She reached inside the cold fridge and pulled out two beer.  The
bottle cap was beside the fridge on the counter and she carefully opened
the frosty bottles, taking care not to spill a drop.  With one in each
hand, she had slowly walked to the door of the den and timidly knocked.



   Sarah settled into her bed, under the covers remembering.  Her hands
idly began to gently brush across her breasts, her nipples hardening as she
thought about Tim.  Her first sight of him, his strong body, his generous
smile.  He had been so sweet and strong.  She had fallen in love.  She
remembered so clearly watching as the door was pulled slowly open by her
daddy.  He had smiled and bowed, ushering her into his inner sanctum with a
flourish.  He had pulled her to his body for a kiss and then turned her and
introduced her to the man sitting on the chesterfield against the wall.



   She remembered slowly walking towards him, his cold beer in her hand. 
He took it from her, smiling.  She had turned and walked back to where her
daddy was sitting and sat beside him.  The men watched TV and virtually
ignored the little girl, chatting back and forth.  Minutes went by as the
beer was sipped.  "Ahhhhhh" Sarah remembered her daddy reaching forward to
the small table in front of the chesterfield, and putting his empty beer
bottle down.  He settled back against the cushions and put his arm around
his daughter, hugging her tight.



   Tim did the same, not too long after and then the men sat silently,
watching the baseball game.  "Sarah" daddy said softly.  "Please take these
empties away and bring us each back another cold one."



   Sarah stood and reached for his bottle on the low table.  "No, Sarah. 
Not with your hand." Sarah remembered the blush starting at her neck and
going all over her body.  "Daddy" she remembered whispering to the big man
"Tim is here!" "Yes", smiled her daddy, his voice all soft and quiet as he
got ready to order her to the task.  "I want Tim to see your talent."



   Tim looked up and over at them, curious as to just what they were
talking about.  Sarah stood, her face blood red and her head down, eyes to
the floor.  Slowly her hands reached up and went to the button on her
slacks.  Tim's eyes opened wide as he watched the little 12 year old undo
her pants and let them slide down her legs.  She turned away from both of
them then and he watched her back as she put her hands to the bottom of her
shirt and lifted it over her head.  She now stood in front of her daddy and
his friend in only her panties.  Tim stared at the curves that were just
forming and soon would be the swell of her hips.  Her toes were digging
into the carpet and he noticed that the pretty pink painted on her toenails
matched the pink in the little flowers that were sprinkled over her
panties.



   Tim watched in amazement as the little girls hands went to her hips and
then slowly to the edge of the waist band of those same little panties. 
His jaw dropped in amazement as he watched the panties be lowered and the
crack of her little ass come into view.  Lower and lower they went until
they eventually dropped to the floor.  A little jump and suddenly his
friends 12 year old daughter was in front of him totally naked.  He could
only see her back, and he watched her arms go around herself and she took
several deep cleansing breaths.  Slowly she turned.



   An angel.  Long hair, smooth shoulders.  Her one arm was across her
breasts and the other was down her body, the hand doing it's best to cover
her little mons.  "SARAH!" her dad sharply barked.  Tim put his hand up as
if to stop him, but it slowly dropped to the seat beside him.  Her right
hand dropped slowly and he could see her pretty cunt come into view.  The
lips were not closed like a childs cunt..  but open as if she had already
been violated.  His breath was caught at the beauty of it all.  He was
afraid to talk, as if words would ruin the magic of this moment.



   Her left hand slid slowly across her breasts and then fell as well, her
head dropping.  Tim stared in awe at her left breast.  A small circle of
steel went through the nipple.  It looked so erotic, so wrong on a girl of
12.  She stood there for a few seconds, letting the men gape at her smooth
body.  She got a little smile on her face and, watching Tim, she slid her
hands over her body, then up to her tits.  She cupped her small breasts and
leaned forward, as if to offer them to his mouth.  He groaned deep in his
throat and the noise startled him.  He sat up in the chair and his gaze
went to the other man.  Fuck, this was his daughter that he was oggling. 
The older man sat deeply, his legs spread.  His hand was between his legs
and Tim knew he was rubbing his cock through his jeans.



   Sarah remembered wanting Tim to be turned on by her body.  She knew her
daddy was hot for her, he always was and had been since he had started
molesting her when she was very young.  But this, this was different. 
Another man.  Tall.  Handsome.



   She stood for a second longer and then walked over to the coffee table.
She turned and backed up against it, so that the backs of her spread legs
rested against the side of the low table.  Tim was watching her, not
exactly understanding what she was about to do.  As she stood there, her
daddy's voice repeated his request "Please take these empties away and
bring us each back another cold one."



   She planted her feet, spread wide.  As both the men watched, she began a
slow sitting motion.  Her little bum stretched back and inch by inch she
lowered it towards the table.  Tim gasped as he realized what she was about
to do.  Her downward motion stopped as the top of the long necked beer
bottle touched her body.  She reached under her and grasped the bottle and
both men watched a little 12 year old slut wiggle her bottom until the top
of the bottle was pressed firmly against the lips of her cunt.



   Sarah looked directly into the eyes of her father as she began to lower
herself onto the neck of the bottle.  Every so often, she would stop and
grunt a bit, wiggling her ass to make the bottle slip in further.  Finally
she was almost sitting on the table top, the bottle firmly wedged inside
her pussy.  Her hands were behind her body, resting on the table and her
feet were on the floor, her bum was pushed forward, the bottom of the
bottle peeking obscenely out of her cunt hole.



   With her hands, she pushed herself off of the table and stood in front
of both men.  She then turned and walked slowly to the door, the bottle
never slipping from inside her.  Tim's thought was that her cunt muscles
must be amazingly toned.  They both watched her open the door and walk
through it, and could hear her deposit the bottle onto the floor in the
outer room.  The door opened and she came running back into the room,
stopping in front of Tim.  Tim had set his bottle on the floor and he
reached for it, meaning to put it on the table in front of him.  "NO!" her
daddy growled and Tim pulled his hand away from it quickly.



   Sarah straddled the bottle, her little pink painted toes on either side.
She reached for Tim and he gave her the hand she needed to stay firm.  She
lowered herself to the bottle, as she had done for her daddy.  This time it
was lower, on the floor.  Her little knees were almost touching her chest
by the time her pussy touched the top of the bottle.  She reached for his
other hand and with nothing guiding her cunt, captured the tip of the
bottle with her pussy lips.



   She began to bounce then.  Her pussy was slicker now than when she had
picked up her daddy's bottle.  Using Tim's big man hands for leverage, she
bounced onto the neck of the bottle.  Every time her bum pushed down, the
bottle sunk a little more into her sweet little hole.  She continued to
rock up an down, her movements getting faster and harder.  Tim realized
suddenly that she was using him, his help, to enable her to fuck herself
with the beer bottle!  Sarah remembered how good that bottle felt in her
tight cunt, how nasty she felt showing this man what her daddy had taught
her.



   "You don't cum, you cunt, until I tell you you can!!" He shouted as the
big hand in her hair shook her entire little body.  The bottle stayed where
it was, firmly inside the pussy, the bottom of the bottle showing outside
her body.  Her daddy reached around her body and pulled the bottle out from
inside her, she screamed as she felt it rip from her body.  He handed the
bottle to Tim, motioning with his hand that Tim had to push it back inside
her and the man grabbed the bottle.



   Before pushing it inside her, he looked at them both.  The big man who
held the little girl still, his hands still buried in her hair.  His pants
were pulled down and an angry cock was jutting obscenely from the opening.
The little 12 year old was panting, her lust showing clearly in her face.
Her nipples were popped out, so long, so hard!  Her juices were flowing,
running down her little legs.  AS the man and the girl both watched him,
Tim brought the bottle to his lips and slowly licked his tongue across the
smooth surface, tasting the nasty cum that the little girl had leaked.



   He then leaned forward and put the tip of the bottle at the opening of
her cunt.  He teased her with it, just gently rubbing the hardness around
her pussy, up to her clit and then back to her hole.  He looked up at her
father, and his eyes were staring at the erotic joining of glass and little
girl wetness.



   **Sarah stood then in her bedroom.  Her eyes were glazed as she walked
over to the dresser beside the bed.  She reached inside and grabbed a dildo
and turned with it, crawling back into the bed in her daddy's house.  Her
mind never left that time so long ago in her daddy's private room.  **



   Tim continued to caress her sex, the glass so hard and so smooth against
the little girl.  A nasty smile was on his face as he stopped suddenly and
slid the bottle just a little way into the girl.  "Now?" he questioned the
daddy.  The older man just nodded, the evilness shining from his eyes, his
mouth hanging open, his tongue out, his eyes never leaving the joining.



   Tim took one breath and then rammed the glass bottle into the little
girl's cunt.  HARD.  FAST.  Her screams rocked the walls of the private
room as he kept up the onslaught..  Ramming the bottle in and out of her
cunt..



   Harder



   Faster



   She was grunting, wiggling..  Trying to get away.  Her daddy held her
and allowed it all.  Allowed the man to see his daughter naked.  Allowed
the man to fuck a long necked glass bottle up into her little 12 year old
cunt.  He was in control of her body and her life.  And he passed that
control to another man to use his daughter for his own pleasure.



   The little girls juices were running all down the bottle, making it hard
for Tim to hang on to.  Daddy laughed, and yelled at her that she was such
a slut that even when a bottle was fucking her, she was turned on by it. 
"Fucking whore!  Cum dripping baby whore!" he yelled as he held her tight
so Tim could continue to rape.  "We need her wet Tim, very wet.  Make the
little slut as wet as you can!" Tim wasn't paying much attention to the
words...  just to the young cunt accepting the bottle as if it was a lover.




   She began to cum.  Screaming.  Moaning.  Her body went rigid and Tim
jammed the bottle in one last time, leaving it there inside her cunt.  Her
daddy let her go and she fell to the floor, dropping down hard.  She had no
control over her body, she was exhausted.  She lay on the carpeting between
the men, chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back.  Her hands went
to her face and she pushed her hair from her face, wiping the sweat as she
did so.  The two men just watched her, her daddy stroking his big hard
cock. Tim wondered if he would cum on her, but the man was waiting for his
pleasure.  As Tim watched, her daddy pulled his foot back and kicked her.
The foot caught her directly in her little bum and moved her body hard. 
"Get us a beer bitch, I've had to ask you three times now!"



   **Sarah's legs were spread and the dildo was firmly inside her cunt. 
She was using that dildo as if it was the bottle she remembered so clearly.
She had gone over ever second of that time in her daddy's room.  She was
going to cum and she couldn't stop ramming the rubber cock in and out of
her body, hearing her daddy's words in her ears now, this many years later.
"Get UP slut, get up and get me my beer, I am thirsty!"



   Sarah remembered slowly standing in that little room.  She was woozy,
her legs not too steady.  She took one step and stumbled, reaching out for
her daddy.  Her daddy slapped her hand away, and she almost fell, but she
caught herself.  Walking very slowly, the bottle firmly gripped inside her
pussy she made her way to the door.  She opened it, walked through and
closed the door behind her.  She leaned against it.  Through the door she
heard her father yell so clearly "Don't you DARE wipe off that juice,
slut!" Her head dropped to her chest and she cried then.  Big tears
dripping down her face.  She heard a gasp and looked towards the stairs. 
Her mom stood there, eyes wide open as she took in the scene.  Her 12 year
old daughter stood in front of her.  Naked.  A long necked beer bottle
protruding from her pussy.  Her hip bruising from where she had bumped it
as she fell to the floor.  The little girl whimpered and reached out her
hand to her mom, but the woman just turned and went back up, firmly closing
the door at the top of the stairs.



   Sarah let the bottle slip from her pussy and she walked to the fridge.
This was the part she hated.  This was the part that hurt so badly.  She
opened the fridge, kept very cold.  The beer was almost frozen, but just
warm enough to keep it liquid.  She knew she couldn't wait, she knew her
daddy would come looking for her.  With a deep breath, she reached in and
took a hold of the bottle.  She pried the top off with the bottle opener
and with one deep breath, she reached down and shoved the bottle inside her
pretty little cunt.



   She turned and walked back into the room, the cold burning her pussy. 
It seemed to get colder inside her and as she walked it began to burn more.
By the time she reached her father, her whole insides were burning from the
cold and the tears were running down her face.  Her daddy motioned to Tim.
This first bottle would be for his pleasure, as a guest in his home.  She
walked to Tim and stood in front of him, shivering.  Her daddy stood and
walked to them.  "If you pull it out now, it will end the pain of the
freezing inside her cunt, but because she was so wet, the bottle will have
stuck itself to her skin, just like your tongue on a cold steel railing. 
If you pull now, it will rip off the skin on the inside of her pussy and
cause her great pain for the next while every time she pees, every time I
fuck her.  If you leave it in, the freezing will continue until she can't
stand it any more and begins to scream, your choice.  I love to hear her
scream.  Leave it in the slut and let me hear her scream!"



   Tim looked up at the little girl, his mean eyes boring into hers.  He
smiled, a hard cold smile and suddenly ripped the bottle from the girl! 
Her breath was sucked in and her eyes rolled up inside her head and she
swooned.  She would have fallen again if her daddy had not reached out to
catch her.  The bottle was in Tim's hand, spittles of blood covered it, and
the blood began to leak out of her hole.  She laid in her daddy's arms, ½
out of consciousness.  Her daddy hauled her to her feet, shaking her gently
to bring her mind back to the room.



   "Where is my beer, little slut?  I want my fucking beer and I want it
brought properly, DO YOU HEAR ME??"



   "Yessssssssssssssssss daddy" she moaned as she struggled to walk.  Her
steps were small, tight.  If she stretched out her legs it would cause her
great pain.  The blood was still oozing out of her.  She stumbled to the
door and out to the fridge.  She opened the door, leaning against it for
support.  She took out the bottle and reached for the opener, biting her
lip with the pain.  It took all the strength she had to use the opener and
take off the cap.  She stood there for a second, holding the ice cold beer
in her hand.  Hot wet tears ran down her face.  She knew what she had to
do. She was not a free person, she was her daddy's slut.  She knew it.  Her
daddy knew it.  Her mommy knew it now too.



   She walked to the door with the beer in her hand.  It was very cold, and
was even starting to burn her hand.  She opened the door and her daddy and
Tim looked over.  Her daddy was sitting back on the couch, naked.  Tim was
standing, taking off his pants.  In the doorway she spread her legs and
bent over, the bottle neck in her hand.  The both men watched as she slowly
pushed the neck into her very sore pussy, groaning all the while.  It more
than burned now, it was horrible pain.  But, she did it, as any owned slut
would.  For her daddy's pleasure and now for Tim's pleasure as well.



   She walked back to her daddy, her steps so small, almost shuffling.  She
stood in front of him, as a good little submissive slut should.  She spread
her legs and waited.  Tears ran down her face as her pussy walls continued
to throb.  The coldness was spreading through her.  Parts of her pussy was
numb, parts were burning like fire.  Her father just watched her cry, his
face a contortion of lust.  He stroked his cock and smiled.  "Let it burn,
bitch.  Let that hot flush of coldness wrap itself around your cunt.  Your
pussy is so hot, slut, you will warm up that bottle in no time, won't you
my baby?"



   She stood in front of her father, his little whore.  She was naked, and
in pain.  Her daddy just watched the cold bottle burn her from the inside
out.  Her tears came faster as she began to sob.  The burning intensified,
getting hotter and hotter inside her little space.  The places where her
skin had ripped away were agonizing.  Her hands were at her sides, formed
into little fists.  Her head was back and she began to cry in earnest, her
sobs turning to screams as the burning seemed to encompass her entire body.
She stood in front of the men and shook, her entire body in motion.



   Her daddy stood and pulled her into his arms.  He bent over and his
tongue shot out of his mouth, wrapping itself through her nipple ring.  He
pulled her entire breast into his mouth and sucked, his hands around her
body, pulling her tightly to him.  His hard cock pressed against her belly
and he began to hump against her.  His mouth moved to hers, his lips
covering hers, his tongue shoving itself into her wetness.  He forced her
legs closed so that the pain was kept inside.  His hands went to her hair
and he roughly pulled her even closer, his mouth all but eating hers.



   As she quieted, he picked up her small body in his big arms and lowered
her to the chesterfield.  He stood over her, quietly watching her body
writhe in pain, altho the coldness was subsiding.  Most of the pain now was
the wetness on the raw areas of her insides.  He slowly jerked his cock
looking down at her.  His whore.  His slut.  His daughter.  He owned this
little body.  It was his to do as he pleased.  He dropped to his knees
beside her and pushed at her legs.  She opened them willingly, as a slut
should.  He grasped the bottom of the beer bottle and began to slowly pull
it from her body, listening to her shriek of pain.



   He bent his head and licked at her exposed clit.  He smiled to himself,
even her clit was cold.  The bottle came out and he licked at it, then
began to lick up the beer that had spilled out and run down her legs.  He
put the bottle on the floor beside him and began to eat her little cunt in
earnest.  Now the pain was because of the beer spilling out onto her tender
ripped flesh.  Her pussy tasted of blood and beer, the very best way to eat
a child.  He spread her legs further and got right between them, his tongue
and mouth all over her sex, from bumhole to clit and back.  Her groans of
pain began to turn to little whimpers of lust and sex.  Her hands came down
and wrapped into her daddy's hair, drawing him in further.  He smiled then,
she was nothing but a slut.



   He turned and looked at Tim who was standing, watching.  "She will suck
that cock of yours man, let her have it hard." Tim walked around the big
man kneeling between his little daughters legs and knelt ½ on the soft and
½ off.  He grabbed the back of the couch and lowered himself to her mouth,
rubbing his cock against her closed lips.  "Open your fucking mouth, bitch"
her daddy growled.  Tim smiled as she did so, quickly snapping her jaws
open as far as she could.  He slapped his cock against her face, big and
hard and strong.  He snapped it against her nose and her eyes and her
opened mouth.  Then he slid slowing inside, fuck her mouth was hot even if
her cunt was still freezing cold.



   As he roughly fucked her mouth, he watched her daddy lick her cunt.  The
slut began to wiggle and thrust her little pussy up into her daddy's mouth.
Her pained sighs changed to mews of pleasure.  Suddenly her daddy moved
back and sat on the couch.  He pulled her little body over to him, making
Tim's cock pop out of her mouth.  He spread her legs and swiftly sat her
down on him, slamming his hard cock into her ripped little cunt.  She
opened her mouth and screamed, a high pitched wail as his cock rammed
through her sore raw pussy.  Tim stood quickly and before she could draw a
breath to scream again, his cock was buried deep in her throat.



   They both used her, Sarah remembered it so clearly.  The pain.  The
pleasure.  Her daddy inside her raw cunt, his cock stuffed inside, his
strong hands lifting her up and down.  Tim standing in front of her, his
big cock ramming in and out of her mouth, at times forcing her to choke. 
Her 12 year old body was double fucked, no mercy.  The men raped her
brutally, grunting as they forced their big man cocks into her little
tortured body.  The pleasure of the rape was too much for Tim.  He had
never had h is cock inside a little girls mouth before and it was so nasty,
so good.  He felt the cum start to boil in his balls and he pushed inside
her throat once more, her hands trying desperately to push him away so she
could take a breath.  His cum spewed out into her mouth and down her
throat. She began to choke as she took a deep breath at the same time as
the cum was forced down her windpipe.  Tim stood back, but continued to
cum, all over her face, in her hair and down onto her little metal skewered
nipple.



   He stood there and watched as Sarah's dad finished his pleasure.  He was
ramming into her hard, tears were still falling down her face.  Her little
body was being bounced up and down, her daddy lifting and dropping her onto
his big hard cock.  He began to grunt and Tim knew that his cum would soon
be spurting out into his daughters raw pussy.  He threw back his head and
drove the young girl down, holding her still as his cock pumped incestuous
cum into her channel.  "SOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD!" he yelled as the orgasm
overtook him.  He pumped load after load into her, his hands around her
small arms so tight that she would bruise.  She was his.  His and his
alone, unless he wanted to share her small body.  Being a master was a
wonderful thing.



   ** Sarah drove the dildo into her cunt, ramming it in and out just as
her daddy had done that day.  She remembered feeling his cum pump into her,
and crying out again as the pain overwhelmed her.  That was the day she
knew she was owned by her daddy.  Her hips rose up off of her bed and she
stuffed her hand against her mouth so her screams of pleasure would not be
heard by anyone else in the house.  She fell back against her covers,
exhausted, the hard rubber sliding out of her cunt.



   She hadn't thought about Tim in years but now couldn't keep him out of
her mind.  She remembered him lifting her body off of her father and
cradling her in his arms as she cried.  He had comforted her and kissed her
face, drying the tears.  Her daddy had dressed and gone upstairs, leaving
them alone.  That was when she had fallen in love.  Daddy had said he was
coming for dinner Sunday.  Would he be as she remembered?  She had wanted
to marry him, carry his children.  She wanted to be only his, but her daddy
had put a stop to it all.  She was a slut to be used for pleasure only, not
to fall in love.  It was ridiculous that she would be in love with a man
who continued to rape her for another year with her daddy's permission but
she had.



   She turned over and her body began its deep breathing.  This weekend
would be so wonderful she thought as sleep captured her.





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