0 comments/ 161258 views/ 35 favorites Born to Tease Ch. 1 By: J Inspired by MR This was the kind of day that holidays were made for. It was warm and sunny with the lightest of breezes to keep me cool. I had been sunbathing in the back yard since early this morning and now it was getting on for four thirty. Soon I would have to go indoors and wait for the phone call from my parents asking if everything was ok. They were over at my Mommy's sister's place for a couple of days. I didn't mind looking after myself for this short time, in fact I was finding being alone very exciting. I still had about an hour before they rang so I went back to my sunbathing. But just then I started to feel uncomfortable. You know that feeling you get when you feel that someone is staring at you? Well, I had it then. I opened my eyes to slits and had a peek around. Sure enough, right opposite me, our next door neighbours were peering at me over the garden fence. They were a strange couple. Two fat, old men. Brothers I think. I don't know exactly how old, but they looked about Grandpa's age and he's nearly sixty. Mommy had always told me not to speak to them, but I was beginning to feel funny knowing that they were looking at me in my bikini. Funny in a nice way that is. The bikini was bought for me last year, by Daddy. It's white, which contrasts nicely with my tan, and very skimpy with bottoms that tie in bows at the sides. The top just about covers my little titties. Daddy told me not to wear it unless he was around to protect me from boys who might want to look at me. He also thought that Mommy might disapprove, so I could only wear it when just Daddy was in the house. But today I was on my own and could do what I liked. I knew why the two old men were looking at me and the more I thought about it the more I wanted them to keep looking. I pretended that I hadn't noticed them and began to rub some more oil along my long, slim legs. I glanced up to make sure they were still looking as I massaged my thighs. They were. About this time I noticed that my pussy was very wet, and sort of itchy in a nice kind of way, and it seemed that the only way to get any relief was to rub my legs together. I did this slowly at first, but it only made the itchiness worse. I thought if I could touch myself, it might make things better, so I rolled over onto my front and let my hand slip down my bikini bottoms. I began to rub myself, down there, hoping that the two old men couldn't see what I was doing. The more I rubbed, the nicer it felt. Eventually, my hand was moving so fast, and the feeling was so good, that I didn't care if they could see me. Suddenly, something happened. I began to shudder and funny feelings seemed to go from my pussy all the way down to my toes and up to my head. I didn't stop rubbing until those feelings had gone and I lay on the sun bed exhausted. I wasn't too sure what had happened to me, but I knew that I would like to have that feeling again. As I lay there, recovering my breath, I wondered if other people could do that to me in the same way. I reckoned that my two neighbours would like to touch me all over. As I thought about this, I realised that time was moving on and that I'd better get inside for the phone call. As I stood up, one of the old men said hello to me and asked me to come over to the fence. I was a little shy but I went across anyway. He introduced himself as Bill and then pointed to his brother, Bob. Up close they looked even older than I thought, all wrinkly and saggy. Bill remarked on what a hot day it was and would I like to come into their house for a cold drink. I told them why I couldn't, but then I got another strange feeling in my pussy and found myself asking them to come to my house. They asked me to be sure that my folks wouldn't mind and I replied that they'd never know if we didn't tell them. I saw them exchange a glance and now I was praying that they would come. Bob nodded agreement and I said that I would just go inside and change. Bill said it was still a hot day and that I shouldn't change just for their sake. So I said ok and that I'd leave the front door open for them. As I entered my house, my heart was pounding with the excitement of flaunting myself in front of these two old men. I rushed upstairs to my room. Daddy had bought me a pair of white high heels the other week, just out of the blue. He's nice like that. He asks me to wear them when Mommy's not around because he's afraid she might not like them. I put them on now and looked in the mirror. My white bikini and matching stilettos combined with my oily tan made me look like one of the girls in a magazine I found in daddy's drawer once. I went downstairs and into the living room. After a couple of minutes or so, when I was beginning to worry that Bill and Bob might not come, I heard them open the front door. When they saw me standing in front of the fireplace, they looked at each other and smiled. Bill had a bottle in his hand and asked me if I'd like a drink. I asked what it was and he said whisky. I told him that I might do after the phone call from my folks but that they could start now. I'd only ever had a drink once before. Mommy was out and Daddy told me to try some. I had a couple of glasses and passed out. The next day I woke up with my head feeling real bad. I was lucky though, because Daddy said I'd fallen partly down the stairs before he caught me and that's why my bottom was so sore. It must have been a bad fall though, because my little ass hole hurt for days afterwards. Bill and Bob sat on the couch and I sat opposite them in an armchair. It felt very exciting just being in the house with two strangers and me wearing almost nothing. Just then the phone rang on the table next to me. It was Daddy. I told Bill and Bob not to speak in case Daddy heard them. I told Daddy that everything was alright and that I'd be a good girl. I hoped I wouldn't. When I put the phone down Bill asked me about that drink. I said I'd have a small one with ginger ale and ice. Bill's idea of a small drink was different to mine. I started to sip it slowly. Bill said the best way to drink it was down in one. He came over to me and tipped the end of the glass up as I drank, forcing me to swallow the lot. When I'd finished coughing, Bill had already refilled my glass and put it in my hand. 'Go on drink up. You're still a couple behind us' he said, whilst showing a yellow toothed grin. Again, he tipped the glass up at my lips. I drank as quickly as I could until the second tumbler was empty. By the time he arrived with the third I was feeling giddy and the room was starting to spin. This time Bill gave me the glass and sat down next to Bob on the couch. I tried to examine them a bit more closely. Bill was the talkative one. In fact, I hadn't heard Bob speak at all yet. They were big men, both in height and weight. I'd guess about six foot and weighing 250 pounds. But the weight wasn't muscle, just fat. They both had a shock of white hair and Bob also had a moustache. Their wrinkly skin had those funny coloured spots on them that old folks get sometimes. Suddenly, Bill said that it wasn't very neighbourly of me sitting alone leaving two guests on the couch and that I should come and join them. Although I was feeling a bit drunk, I knew what they wanted me for and it made me very wet again. I stood up, unsteady on my high heels. Bill came over to me and I felt the first touch of his old hands as he held me around my waist. They felt cold, compared to my young, warm tender skin. As Bill guided me over to where Bob was sitting on the couch, I felt his hands move down my body and onto my hips. It was the first time I had been touched by an old man and I was beginning to feel really powerful, knowing I had something they wanted. Bill pushed me down next to Bob before taking his seat on my left side. I felt like I was the meat in a sandwich. The two old men moved in close to me so that I could hardly move. I tried to sit up as tall as possible but they were still a good head and a half above me. Bill encouraged me to drink up and tipped the glass up to my lips again. As I gulped what was now more whisky than dry ginger, Bill remarked that I was a pretty girl and must have a lot of young men chasing me. 'Some' I replied shyly. 'Do they ever catch you?' he said. I could detect a tremor in his voice as he asked me this. 'Not yet' I said sweetly. 'Well, young lady, we've caught you now, haven't we?' And as he said this, Bill began to rub the back of his hand along my arm. 'I guess so', was my faint reply. I was wondering if this would act as a kind of green light for them to touch me even more. I must have given the right signal, because Bill moved his leathery old hand onto my left leg. It started close to my knee but he slowly let it drift up my tanned thigh. Encouraged by my lack of resistance, Bill suddenly suggested that I should lean forward so that Bob could undo my bikini top. I turned to look at Bill and bit my lower lip as if worried about what might happen. Inside, I was burning with desire to be used and abused by these decrepit old men. After feigning doubt for a couple of seconds, I slowly leaned forward. Bob moved his hands up to the strap of my bikini top and prised the clasp apart. I held it over my boobs with my hands, but Bill ordered me to throw the top to the floor. I hesitated too long and Bill just pulled it away from my grasp leaving me sitting topless between them. I looked at both of them in turn. They had crazy looks in their eyes and they licked their lips like they were dogs looking at a piece of meat. Then they began to maul me. They took a breast each and began to tweak my nipples till they were sore. I begged them to be more gentle but this just seemed to have the opposite effect. Then their mouths were on my titties. I felt their old tongues rasping over my skin. But now, as the initial pain subsided, I was feeling funny again. As they bit and sucked on my nipples I pressed the back of their heads closer to my body. I was aching for them to touch me down below. Almost as if they had read my thoughts, Bill looked up at Bob and said; 'Lets get her bottoms off'. I looked down past my saliva covered, swollen red nipples to watch, almost in slow motion, their fat sausage fingers trying to undo the bows at the sides of my bikini bottoms. Almost at the same time, Bill and Bob managed to undo the bows and the front flopped down revealing my bare pink pussy. Bill told me to raise my hips so that he could pull them from under me. As he whipped them away he brought them up to his face. He mentioned to Bob that the gusset in the bikini was soaking wet. He looked at me and said that I must be wanting it real bad. I put a couple of fingers in my mouth and coyly raised my eyes to meet his and nodded. Bill gestured to Bob and they both moved at once to kneel on the carpet at my feet. Bill told me to spread my legs. They took hold of my ankles and pulled me down so that my pussy was at the edge of the couch. Bob stayed back while Bill moved himself closer. I had that nice itch again and I hoped one of them would soon make it go away, like my own fingers had done that afternoon. 'We ain't had young pussy juice like this for a long time, girlie'. Bill started. 'we gonna take our time over you. Hope you ain't made no plans 'till mornin'. We gonna pop your cherry every which way tonight' . At last, Bill put his tongue out and touched my cunny lips for the first time. That touch alone made me cry out in ecstasy He moved it slowly at first, up and down on the outside and I begged him to put it inside me. Bill said he'd tease me a bit longer just like I'd been teasing them all that day. Bill forced my legs apart even wider and told Bob to come join him. Bob put his head to my love box and I looked down to watch them lap up my juices like two cats slurping over a saucer of milk. Then, without warning, Bill put his tongue right in me. I writhed uncontrollably and moaned out loud as he found the spot where my itch was. In less than a minute my body started to shudder the way it had earlier today. 'You sure taste good little lady' said Bill when he finished licking me. Then he nodded to the still silent Bob, who moved towards me with a fat finger pointing at my pussy hole. Slowly at first, he moved it over my cunny lips. Then he put the tip of it further in. My muscles began to tighten at this first intrusion into my body. Bill told me to relax and the pain would only be short. I tried to calm down and breathe slowly, but I didn't know what to expect. As Bob's finger moved further into my hole, I felt a sudden intense pain and then looked down to see Bill wiping up some of my blood with his handkerchief. 'You'll be alright now', he said 'soon you'll be beggin for us to fill that little hole of yours '. The two of them stood up and looked down at me. 'Get up, girlie' Bill ordered, 'Take us to your folks' bedroom. We gonna fuck you senseless'. I got to my feet and wobbled on my high heels. They each took a tight hold of one of my arms and marched me upstairs and into my parents' bedroom. I opened the door and was thrown onto the bed. I lay flat out and looked at the two oldies as they undressed. First, they took off their shirts to reveal fat hairy bellies and saggy tanned skin. Then they undid their belts and stepped out of their trousers. Even though they were big and fat, their legs were surprisingly bony and skinny. Then they removed their socks and shoes and walked either side of the bed wearing only their shorts. I could see they had bulges and I knew that meant they were excited. When they were level with my head, Bill's hands moved to the waistband of his underwear. He started to pull them down. I could see a small damp patch where his bulge poked out. Soon I saw what had made it. As his shorts fell to the floor, I saw a man's penis close up for only the second time in my life. The first was Daddy's when he asked me if I wanted to see it last week. He seemed pleased when I said that I would very much like to see it. Daddy was going to let me touch it but then Mommy came home so I made him promise to show me it again at another time. Now Bill's was pointing right at my face. I turned my head to the right and saw that Bob's stiffy was also directed at me. Bill told me to lie down flat in the middle of the big bed. They came and knelt either side of my face. Bill ordered me to open my mouth so that he could put his thing into it. It was very big and I wondered if it would go in, so I parted my lips as wide as I could and turned my head towards him. Bill took hold of it in his right hand and pulled back the skin from the top. Underneath was a big purple bulbous knob. He put the tip of it in my mouth. I let my tongue touch the wet sticky stuff that covered it and it tasted salty but not horrible. Gradually, Bill slid more of it into me until I could feel the tip of it touching my throat. My mouth was open wide and I thought I'd choke but I soon got used to having something that big between my lips. Then Bill started to move it in and out of my mouth. He began slowly but soon started to speed up. I felt his flabby belly on my face each time he moved his hips forward. He started grunting with every stroke and I put my hands up to stop him going too far into me. But as I did so Bob took hold of my hands with one of his and used the other to hold my head firmly against the bed. I lay there helpless as Bill's thrusting into my moth became faster. Then he put both of his hands on my head to join the one of his brother's and I felt like it was in a vice. Then, just as I thought that the corners of my mouth would tear, Bill let out a loud groan and I felt his thing jerk against my tongue. He let it slide out and took a firm grip of it in his right hand and pointed it at me. He wheezed at me to keep my mouth wide open. Suddenly, his thing exploded and a load of white stuff came out at high pressure all over my face. It went over my nose, some went into my left eye and some shot into my long, black curly hair. But most of it went down my throat and Bill told me to swallow it all. Then I felt Bob mop up the drops around my eyes and nose with his index finger before sticking it between my lips. Bill crouched on the bed, breathless and turned to Bob and said 'Your turn'. I looked around just as old Bob took hold of my high heels and used them to turn me around so that I lay spread-eagled before him. Silently, he took three pillows and placed each one in turn under my ass. My pussy was now about eighteen inches above the level of the bed and gaped invitingly open. Bob took hold of his penis with his right hand and positioned it at my itching hole. He rubbed the head of his stiffy against my cunny lips. The hairs on his chest and fat belly were wet with sweat and I realised that I, too, was covered in a film of perspiration. I put my hands up to rub Bob's flabby tummy. Its wetness made me feel even more excited and I begged him to put his thing in me. Slowly, I saw the head of his thing disappear into my pussy. At first, I grimaced in pain. Then as he put it all in and started to move it slowly in and out of me, I began to feel that itch of mine being nicely rubbed. Bob started to speed up his movement and I lost control of my body and writhed like a mad thing. Suddenly, Bob fell on top of me. I felt crushed as his fat old body completely covered me. But I didn't care just so long as he kept on pumping me. I put my arms as much around his waist as far they would go, but there was no way they would go all around. His skin felt like flaps of worn leather but the thought of what this dirty old man was doing to me really made me wet. I felt his speed increase and I knew this meant he was about to shoot his stuff into me. I turned my head and saw Bill crawling up the bed towards me. Then, Bill got his head between his brother's belly and me and started to kiss me. His fat lips slobbered all over my face and then he forced his tongue into my mouth. It delved everywhere and I kissed him back. Not to miss out on a good thing, Bob also bent his head down to my face and I lay there, trapped, as both old men struggled to get their tongues in my mouth. Within seconds of him starting to kiss me, Bob uttered the first sounds I had heard him make. He roared as his thing throbbed inside me and I felt his goo hit the walls of my womb. Bob had only just rolled off me and I was starting to get my breath back when Bill took hold of me and turned me over so that I lay face down. He took a jar of petroleum jelly that Mommy keeps on her bedside table, and began to rub some around my asshole. Funny, I remembered Daddy had said he put some on me that time I'd fallen down the stairs and hurt my bottom. He told me it would stop the bruising, but now I realised what his real reason had been. Next time I see Daddy, I thought to myself, I'll have to tell him he doesn't need to get me drunk if he wants to do things to me. Bill's voice ordering me to stick my ass up in the air brought me back round to the present. I felt his great purple knob press against my tight little ass hole, and then it was in me. I cried out as his full meat went in me and Bill shouted: 'You're gonna like this, you prick teasin little slut'. He took hold of my slim hips with his big spade hands, and started to pump me. I felt his heavy balls slap against my cheeks at each forward thrust. I looked at my long black hair and was surprised to see that it was as wet with sweat it gets when you wash it. Bill's long dirty nails dug into my hips my hips as his speed increased. Bob was using his right hand to make his thing big again. As it grew in size, he started to pull the skin along the shaft quickly backwards and forwards. His old face was distorted and the corners of his mouth turned down as he looked at me while playing with himself. Almost in unison, the two old men started to groan. As if time was running out, Bill pulled his thing out of my ass hole and turned me over onto my back. Both of them moved quickly towards me with their hard penises in hand, pulling at them feverishly. I lay back as their old, fat bodies moved up to my head and they pointed their things at my face. Like everything else they do, they exploded together all over my mouth. Bill spread it all over my face and then told me to lick his hands dry. We all lay down exhausted on Mommy and Daddy's bed. Born to Tease Ch. 1 Before Bill and Bob left me at seven the next morning, they did it to me twice each again. I promised that I'd come round to see them some time, but I don't know what Daddy would say to that. After all, I am his little girl... Born To Tease Ch. 2 Inspired by MR You may recall from my recent encounter with the two dirty old men from next door, that I had suddenly become aware of something very significant. While the older one had rubbed petroleum jelly around my ass hole, it dawned upon me that this was a little bit of deja-vu. Daddy had told me that he had also put this on my bottom to stop it bruising after I had fallen down the stairs that night we were alone. That evening, he had told me it was OK to drink a few whiskies but not to tell Mommy. It was very exciting but after just two or three glasses I had passed out and Daddy had carried me up to my room. He said that during the night I must have woken up to go to the bathroom and in my drunken stupor, fallen down the stairs. But now I knew the real truth. I should have realized what he had done all along because he had given me enough clues. First he bought me that teeny weeny white bikini and white high heel pumps, then he told me not to wear them when Mommy was around, and finally he accidentally (on purpose) let his shorts fall down so that I could see his thingy. Daddy had asked if I liked the look of it and I had said that I did. So, while Mommy was away for the night, he had encouraged me to get drunk and then taken advantage of me while I was unconscious. As I showered away all of the spunk that the two old men had left either on me or in me, I thought about telling Daddy that I liked sex now, and that in future he didn't have to ply me with alcohol in order to use me. But then, the second revelation of the day hit me like a hammer. Why tell him straight away? I knew now that I had a body that men desired. The more I teased and tempted them, the more they wanted it. That first time, it had been taken without my knowledge, the second time I had given it away for nothing to two decrepit pieces of flotsam, but, from now on, I would use the promise of my body to get what I wanted. I recalled how powerful I had felt yesterday while flaunting myself in front of the two brothers. I remembered the look of lust and desire in their faces as they peered at me when I sat opposite them in my house. And I remembered how this desire had fuelled them so that they could do me all night without stopping, even at their age. All of that was a couple of months ago. In the meantime I have taken every opportunity to let Daddy know what I have to offer; when Mommy isn't looking, I might let my skirt ride up a lot more than I should, or sometimes I'll bend over while not wearing a bra. I am aware of his interest in me. Today is the first time in months that Daddy and I will be alone, as Mommy has gone to spend the night with a friend. At the moment I am laying on my tummy on a sun lounger in the back yard. The two old brothers have been looking at me all day over their garden fence. I desperately want them to come over again, but the opportunity has not yet arisen. I am too scared to take up the invitation to go to their place in case they do me some harm. Any girls of my age reading this will probably be horrified at the thought of two fat, smelly, wrinkled old men running their leathery hands over their soft tanned skin. But for me, the idea of them doing all kinds of nasty things to me is such a turn on. Daddy, also, has been watching me for most of the afternoon, from his den at the back of the house. The thought that he wants me too is making me very wet down below. I decide to ask him to put some more sun tan oil on my back, so I shout for him to come out. I don't look up as I tell him to rub me down. I know what the look on his face will be; sheer, unadulterated lust. I feel the cool oil fall onto my shoulders and then Daddy's hands gently massaging it in. I ask him to undo the strap of my bikini top to get an even covering. I turn my head to catch a glimpse of the bulge in his trousers as he fumbles with the hook. As Daddy's hands work their way past the small of my back and onto my round, peachy ass cheeks, I tantalizingly raise them. He lets some more oil pour onto them. Then I feel his rough workman's hands start to move over my bottom. It feels good and I tell him as much. Daddy asks me if I'll join him in a couple of drinks this evening. His voice sounds strangely dry and has a distinct tremor in it. It gives away just how excited he is at the thought of more anal sex with his daughter. I answer with a non-committal, 'maybe'. I feel that his index finger is just about to move casually towards my ass hole. Daddy starts to talk nervously about nothing in particular in order to distract my attention from his wandering digit. Then, just as he manages to move the thong of my bikini bottom to one side, I tell him that that's all for now. I can hear the disappointment in his voice when he tells me just to holler if I need anything else. It pleases me. During all of this time, Daddy was completely unaware of the two old men from next door watching as his hands moved over my body. As I lay in the late afternoon sunshine, a plan developed in my head as to how I could get everything I wanted this evening. I fastened my bikini top and walked past the two old men, giving them a coy smile as I did, and entered the kitchen. Daddy stood at the stove preparing dinner for us. He made no effort to hide his arousal as I told him that I was going to take a shower before changing for dinner. He asked me to wait a second. He rushed past me into the living room and returned with a gift wrapped packet for me. I opened it eagerly. Inside was a white dress. I held it up to my body. It was strapless, with a zipper down the back and was short. I mean very short. Daddy said he'd seen it in the store window and thought it would look lovely on me, but that I would be better off not letting Mommy see me wear it. I was thankful that my state of longing didn't show the way his did. I went across to Daddy and craned my head up to plant a kiss on his cheek and said I'd wear it for him tonight. For the split second that we were close, I felt both of his hands go to the bows on the sides of my bikini bottom. I knew what he was thinking; just a little tug on each and they'd come off. I pulled away from his embrace, thanked him again and went up to have my shower. Half an hour later I was in my bedroom getting ready for what I hoped would be an eventful evening. I thought it best not to put on too much makeup, so I settled for some mascara and ruby red lipgloss. I applied some aftersun to my legs to make them shine and put on my dress and white high heels. The dress was too tight for me to wear panties, but that would only help matters. It was about six thirty as I teetered down the stairs and into the living room. Dad eyed me up from my shoes, past my long legs, over my ass and up to my face. I wondered whether he would leave my dress on as he ass fucked me or strip me like he did last time. I knew that my nipples were prominent through the thin material of the dress, and as I bent over to light the fire, I made sure that Daddy saw that I was not wearing any panties. Daddy was delighted when I took up his offer of a large whisky and dry ginger over ice. I sipped it while we had dinner, and after the meal he encouraged me to finish it up so that he could pour me another one. It seemed like what had worked for him once was going to be tried again. But I had a different plan. A plan which I now put into operation. Daddy was sitting on the couch, and you should have seen the surprise on his face when I walked over and sat myself down on his lap. The already short white dress came up my legs even further and I was pretty sure that from his angle, Daddy would be able to see a little of my pink cherry. 'Daddy', I began, ' You know that last time I had a drink and passed out. Well, I know now what you did to me' He tried to deny it and called me a silly girl, but he calmed down when I told him that in future, he doesn't have to get me drunk if he wants me. He asked me to repeat myself and I explained that I would do anything for him. With that, I bent my head to his and gave him my mouth. Daddy devoured me greedily. As our tongues met, I felt his left hand start a slow climb up the outside of my right thigh. Just as he reached the hem of my dress I pulled away and stood up. He looked concerned when I told him how it was that I had found out. I explained all about my night of sex with the two old men Bill and Bob. At first confused, Daddy soon became calm again. He told me that I was wrong for giving myself to the neighbours in such a fashion but that he too was wrong for raping me. He said we both deserved to be punished. It would teach us a lesson. I couldn't believe how well the next part of my plan went. I had sworn to Daddy that my night with the two old men had been horrible and that I never wanted to go through anything like that again. It fulfilled all of my hopes when he turned to me and said that another night of disgusting sex with them would be punishment for both of us. Punishing for him to watch them do things to me and punishing for me to have their fat, sweaty bodies all over me. I pleaded with Daddy not to put me through all of that again. It was an Oscar winning performance. Daddy would have none of it and told me that there was no time like the present, and that he would go and see them now and ask them around on the pretence of having a few beers. Daddy ordered me to go up to his bedroom and get undressed and then lie on the bed. As I walked up the stairs the smile on my face was a mile wide. I went into my own bedroom and threw my new dress onto the bed. I was naked except for my white heels and I thought I'd keep them on. Then I crossed the landing into Mommy and Daddy's room and lay down on top of their bed and waited. About three or four minutes later I heard Daddy's voice and that of Bill's coming in through the front door. I couldn't tell if Bob was with them because he doesn't speak much anyway, but I guessed that I'd soon find out. I heard them go into the living room and from then on it was just mumbles and the occasional laugh. This constant noise kept up for about twenty minutes and then suddenly it all went quiet. I don't know what Daddy said to them, but after about five minutes I heard the living room door open, followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as the noise of feet on the stairs came closer. I could make out three sets, so I knew that Bob was there too. Slowly, the bedroom door opened and Daddy came in. I looked up at him with mock bewilderment. As he stepped into the room, he was followed first by Bill and then Bob, who closed the door behind him. Lying there naked and being stared at by three men, and feeling so small and vulnerable almost made me cum immediately. 'I believe you know my daughter, boys' Daddy said to the two old men while pointing to me. 'Do with her what you will' I pulled my knees up to my chest and, acting as well as I had done all day, pleaded; 'No Daddy, don't let them touch me' 'Don't you worry sweet thing.' Bill began. ' We're just gonna have some fun with you like we did last time. Seems to me you liked it a lot then' Bill was rubbing the bulge in his trousers as he spoke and Bob, silent as ever, just stared at me and licked his lips. As the two of them walked towards the bed, Daddy went and sat at the side of the room in an armchair. Bill started to unbutton his shirt and he motioned to Bob to start getting undressed as well. As their shirts fell to the floor, they moved either side of the bed, encircling me the way wolves might with a lamb. I tried to look frightened and unwilling, but inside, I just wanted them to get at me. They both removed their shoes and trousers leaving them with just their shorts on. They looked even fatter and hairier than the first time. Bill eased the waistband of his shorts over his erection, then tossed them to one side. He pulled the skin back to reveal his great purple knob as he moved towards me. I cowered to the other side of the bed but Bob had come around to block my escape. He, too, had a huge hardon pointing at me. There is a three drawer chest on the far side of the room, and I saw Bill nod to Bob, who went across and cleared everything from the top of it. 'Don't play hard to get, girlie', said Bill. 'your Daddy's only given Bob and me an hour to fuck you, and the clocks already ticking'. With that, Bill took hold of my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He put his great, spade like hands underneath me, and picked me up like I was a rag doll. Bill carried me over to the chest and sat me down on top of it. He spread my legs and moved his bulk in between them. In a mock attempt to struggle, I was subdued by Bill's left hand pinning me against the wall. He gripped his thing in his right hand and tried to guide it into my pussy. But he is so fat that he cannot see it below him, so I help by moving myself towards it. At last his giant swollen purple knob is robbing against my pussy lips. It is now that Bill realizes how much I really do want him. 'Wow, Bob, the honey is just flowing out of this girlie. She's as wet as a gusher'. He slides himself into me. I gasp as his meat fills me up, and he remarks on how tight I am. He gives me long slow strokes and lets go of me with his left hand so that I can run my hands over his body. Old men's body hair is different from a young man's; it is more wiry and less soft. But I run my fingers through it anyway. I see his fat belly wobble at each thrust into me and he is so wet from sweating that he is soaking me as well. I try to match Bill's rhythm and in so doing I wrap my legs around his belly. My legs are long but they still won't go all around Bill starts to put more into his strokes and he motions to Bob to bring a chair over to the side of the chest just to my left. 'I love to see my brother's dick in between your cherry ripe lips', Bill whispers to me. Bob stands on the chair and I turn my head to see his throbbing penis, inches away from me, all wet and veined. 'Go on Bob, fuck her in the mouth'. His brother ordered. Bob took hold of the sides of my head and I opened my mouth as wide as possible. He shoved it in with such force that I nearly choked. 'Easy boy', warned Bill. ' Let her get used to it first'. Bob did what his brother advised and started to just fuck my mouth with his bell end. As one of the old men stroked into my pussy and the other between my lips, I looked across to Daddy who was still seated in the armchair. I could see that his right hand was down the inside of his trousers and realized that he was enjoying watching me being ravished by these two elderly brothers. After about ten minutes of this I learned that if I pursed my lips together tightly, I could take in more of Bob's penis and he could thrust harder and faster. I looked at Bill out of the corner of my eye. He was starting to grunt now and I knew he was close to cumming. As his long, dirty nails squeezed at my nipples, I began to feel that nice hot, tingly sensation start to wrack through me. I couldn't scream, but my body shuddered as orgasmic waves hit me. This caused my pussy muscles to contract even tighter and that was enough to send Bill over the edge. He started to groan and then I felt his hot liquid hit my insides. He pumped and pumped at me for ages and at the same time he was calling me a filthy whore and teasing tramp. He pulled his flaccid penis out of me, and his great wobbling bulk was carried by his spindly legs to the bed. He collapsed exhausted. I could feel Bill's semen trickling out of me as Bob started to increase his thrusting. His dick was now pressing against the inside of my right cheek at every stroke, making it bulge outwards. Then he let go of my head with his left hand and started to squeeze his heavy, hairy balls. I looked up to see his sweating, contorted, ugly old face and knew that he couldn't last much longer. When it started to flow into my mouth, it came with such a pressure that some of it went up into my nasal cavity and came out of my nose. It seemed like I'd swallowed pints of the stuff. But at last he slid his sticky, limp penis out of my mouth and crumpled in a heap on the chair. For about five minutes all four of us just sat were we were and remained silent. The peace was finally shattered by Bill. 'Come here you cheap slut and make me hard again' he commanded. ' We've still got thirty minutes of our time left with you'. I slid off the chest and teetered on my heels to where Bill lay outstretched on the bed. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I lay beside him and began to let my right hand roam over his fat, sweaty body. As I touched his dick I could feel that it was already getting hard again. He rolled his bulk on top of me. I was trapped and could hardly breathe. He brought his face down to mine and opened his mouth to kiss me. I just caught sight of his yellow teeth before his lips pressed against mine. His tongue squirmed inside my mouth and I felt as though my lips would be bruised forever, such was his force. When Bill came up for air, I turned to see Bob lying flat on the bed next to me, his prick already hard again. I don't know whether these two old men were taking some kind of stimulant or maybe it was just the young flesh at their disposal, but whatever it was they sure could keep going. Bill told me to sit on his brother. I sat up and spread my legs to straddle Bob. I slowly lowered myself onto his perpendicular phallus. I lost my breath as he filled me up. Bob took hold of my shoulders and pulled me down to his face. He then started to slobber all over me. His saliva covered my now swollen lips. I was so turned on by now that I started to bite his lower lip and I could feel his groin start to move up and down, each time ramming his weapon in deep inside me. From behind, I heard Bill ask Daddy to pass him the petroleum jelly from the dressing table. I looked around as Daddy got up, and saw that he too now had a huge erection. Daddy passed Bill the jar and took his seat again without saying a word. I felt Bill's fat fingers rub some of the jelly around my ass hole. He inserted a finger inside me and I could feel the lubrication lining the walls of my anus. Then I felt the pressure of his left hand pressing down on my butt cheek as he guided his knob into my ass. It hurt a bit as the first inch of it went in, but the further it went, the easier it became. Then I was in between the two old men. They were fucking me in either hole, one below me and the other above. It was difficult for them to keep a rhythm going like this, and Bob's dick kept on coming out. So Bill told Bob that he would come first and then Bob could have me all to himself. I squirmed my ass to meet Bill's incoming thrusts and after a few minutes I felt his nails digging into my hips giving me the hint that he was about to cum. Then, with another loud groan, he pulled out of me and I felt a hot steam of his spunk shoot up my back. Bill then sort of climbed on top of me and spread his semen over me with his penis. My body was now soaking with a mixture of their sweat and saliva and cum, not to mention my own perspiration. I was still lying on top of Bob, but now he rolled me over so that I was on my back and he was on top of me. As he pumped away at me, I looked across towards Daddy. All pretence was gone now, as he moved his right hand quickly back and forth along his own glistening, hard penis. As Bob's speed increased in my pussy, I started to groan loudly and thrash around underneath him. Seeing me in such ecstasy sent both Bob and Daddy to the brink. I heard Bill tell Daddy to come and join the fun. Daddy looked at him and then stood up. He wanked with his right hand and held his trousers up with his left. He walked the two or three paces to the side of the bed and looked down at me. 'You sure are a lucky man havin' a hot daughter like her', Bill exclaimed. 'I don't reckon your wife is gonna get much of a look in from now on'. Daddy was pulling himself hard now, and Bob was just a minute away from exploding. 'Don't you think her mouth is just dying for it, mister?' Bill teased Daddy. Daddy was shaking with excitement and he looked down to me and said; 'Honey, turn your head to Daddy and open your mouth for him. There's a good girl' I did as Daddy said. His hard penis was just an inch or two away as he began to pull himself even faster. Taking advantage of the position Daddy was in, Bill stood next to him and asked a question. 'Mister, we could fuck this girlie of yours all night. How 'bout extendin' our time a little?' I think Daddy would have agreed to anything at that particular moment. 'You can have her for another thirty minutes', Daddy began. 'But then you're out, right'. Bill nodded agreement just as Bob finally lost it. He pulled his dick out of my gaping pussy and directed a hot spurt up over my breasts. This sent Daddy over as well. Suddenly a jet of white liquid came out of the eye at the tip of his penis and straight into my open mouth. 'Oh baby, sweet baby, swallow Daddy's juice, swallow it all down'. Daddy pleaded. 'Hey, good shot mister,' began Bill. 'None on the lips, all down the hole. Have you two been practising this?' Daddy's knees buckled under him as I swallowed the last of his semen. Born To Tease Ch. 2 Unbelievably, both Bill and Bob got hard again and got their full, extended half hour of fucking me. I lay face down, wet and exhausted as they dressed and Daddy showed them out. Daddy came and sat on the bed next to me. I didn't look up. He put a hand on my back and started to rub into my skin all of the various liquids that covered me. His hand wandered further down my back and stopped at my ass. His finger traced a path down between my cheeks. 'Still got lots of that Vaseline smeared here', Daddy said nonchalantly. 'Shame to waste it'. Then I heard Daddy pull his trouser zipper down.