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A Teenage Rake

By: Angel_n_Whore



I could feel it inside me. My little asshole had stretched beyond the limits I had ever thought possible. With every push forward, he brought tears to my eyes and a fresh searing pain to the deepest part of my bowels. I cried a bit but the cock in my pussy at the same time just brought new heights of ecstasy that overwrote the pain in my little butt. My cries weren't so much from that pain, as that just fueled my lust, but more from the depths of my soul, as this is what I had always wanted, pure animal rage pounding into me. 

Call it a sick fantasy, call it a suspect upbringing, I really don't care. The idea of being used like this, like a total fuck doll, without a single care as to how I take their cocks, as long as I take them -- that's what I've been needing. And the fact that it was my brother and my father fulfilling my needs made it all the more exciting.

I've played around with several boys in school, my parents begging me to wait until I was at least 18 (probably realizing my oversexed nature before I did), and now that I had finally become of age, the floodgates were open, and I was allowed to discover every inch of the fantasies that had become obsessions in my mind over the years.

You would have though I was trying to earn a living fucking, the way I came out of the chute and tore into the boys at my school. If it weren't for the respect they had for my brother (he's a big guy who takes pride in tearing apart quarterbacks at our Friday night games), I would surely have a very slutty reputation, but in all honesty, being a virgin in this day and age is the minority.

Growing up I spent most of my spare time ravaging the prono mags I found under my parents bed. Pretty racy stuff from what I could tell at that age. Then I stumbled across some of the websites my brother would visit on the computer we share. And my mind opened wide to take all of it in. Everything caught my eye and I couldn't wait to try it. The really unsanitary stuff like golden showers and scat didn't interest me, but the way those women would allow themselves to be used. Stuffed in each end, bent over and reamed without a care in the world, and the dirty talk... Oh how I loved listening to these beautiful girls called some of the filthiest things in the world. I couldn't wait to experience that and see, first hand, why they enjoyed it so much.

I practically raped half the boys I had been with since I turned of age. For the first month, my dating ritual consisted of my head in the current beau's lap half way down the street from my house, and usually ended up with him dumping a load inside one of my tight little orifices. 

One time I actually had a boy take me to a party and try to treat me like a lady. I knew he had fixated on me in English class, and thought he was just after a good fuck, but low and behold, he held my door open, bought me dinner, and took me to the a party hand in hand. I had made a few hints and attempts to get his pants down, but either I was too subtle or he couldn't believe such a 'delicate flower' (as a note from him read) could be such a tart. Finally, we entered the party and I immediately grabbed us two beers before finding an empty room at the back of the house. 

I was so horny I could scream, and as we sat there making out on the bed, he actually pushed my hand out of his pants and told me he wanted to wait for a 'special' time. That was it. I stood, fixed my dress, and told him in no uncertain terms that he had a choice between his dick going in me tonight, or someone else's dick would do just fine... That night two of the guys from our swim team politely escorted my sobbing date to his car, then came back and took turns with me in the back bedroom. I wanted to try double penetration, but they weren't comfortable with the possibility that their balls might rub together or some homophobic thing. 

So taking turns it was. One in my mouth, or in my pussy, or in my ass... it was all a blur of two long, thick cocks trading places in one of my holes. What they lacked in talking dirty (which is one of those things that just sets me off), they made up for in how they used those luscious cocks. I did get called a slut a couple of times, which was nice.

Sorry, I seemed to have gotten off on a tangent while giving a brief idea of my background. Where was I? Oh yea.

So the night I became the family whore was interesting to say the least. 

My brother, Mike, and I had always been close growing up. We did the typical kid thing and practiced kissing each other; though it took us weeks of practice just to ensure we were 'doing it right'. It never went much further. I think he was afraid of being caught and branded some weird sexual predator, and I didn't want to break my promise to my parents. Even though shortly after we began to practice our kissing technique, I began to see websites in the browser history that delved into incest, namely brothers giving their sisters exactly what us little sluts deserved for being such teases. 

I became an avid reader of these stories, and a fan of some of the videos he had downloaded. On occasion there would be the odd video with a sexy young lady and what I could only assume was her older, handsome father. Deep down inside, I liked those the best. 

Still, no matter how much I wanted or thought about taking things with my brother a little further, I knew he was too nervous about it, and it would hurt my parents should they find out. So we were well behaved teenagers, until a recent evening spent in front of the TV.

"Christ! There's nothing on the friggin' tube." , he sighed. We'd been channel surfing for about an hour, finding difficulty in deciding between Al Pacino as a Cuban refugee turned drug lord, or Jean Claude Van Damme as a time traveling cop. "So let's watch the Van Damme movie.", I said, knowing that he hated that movie, and would realize my ulterior motive.

"You just want to see his ass when he does the splits". I curled up against him, fluffing my pillow as it lay on his lap. "Maybe it's not his ass I'm interested in." My devilish grin giving away all my dirty little secrets, while he put his arm around me and began flipping channels again.

"I bet.", he said quietly, You know you've really become a little rumor factory, yea?" Playing the slightest bit dumb, "What do you mean?" "Well, there's only so many guys that will keep their mouth shut around campus, and there's only so many times a guy can hear his friends talk behind his back about how great his sister is at giving head."

"Just giving head? Is that all I'm complimented on?"

"I'm just sayin..."

"And what are you saying? You jealous it's not your cock in my mouth?"

"Now why would you go and say a thing like that? That just sounds so trashy. You sound like one of those little slutbags you hang out with." "It's just you and me. I'll talk freely in front of you if I want to. After all, you were my first kiss, perv."

"I thought you'd forgot about that." "How could a girl forget her first kiss? Especially as good a kisser as you are." "You think so?"

"Ohhhhhh somebody's ego needs inflating." I started to laugh and made an attempt for the remote. Within seconds we were tangled and wrestling on the couch, grabbing for the remote and total TV domination. Somewhere along the line, we began rubbing against each other in a very familiar way, and it was then that I noticed the pillow had disappeared onto the floor, and there was something very solid resting in my brother's shorts, as it poked my leg.

"Well, what do we have here?" I cooed. "Looks like somebody is trying to act out one of his incest stories." To say Mike turned red would be an understatement. The guy looked so crimson he made the Devil himself look pale.

"You're a snoop!"

"No. You're just not as computer literate. Besides, no need to be embarrassed. I liked most of them too."

We looked at eachother for a long moment, and before I could think twice about it, "So big brother, you want to practice kissing some more, or would you like to see what your little sister has learned over the years?"

Within minutes, my brother had his tongue in my mouth, and much like our previous encounters, began to knead and grope my little bubble butt. Whether it be the act itself, the fact that our parents were asleep in the next room, or that I haven't been laid in a couple of days, I started to get overheated. Gripping his cock, still hidden by his sweat shorts, I began jacking his pole through the soft material. He groaned and smiled through half closed eye lids. "And why have we never done this before?"

Freeing his stiff rod from its confines and using my slightly chilled hand to resume my jerking duties, I flipped my hair to one side and smiled, "Because I didn't think you could be as dirty and rough as I like it. I heard all you football players were closet cases anyway." "Dirty huh?" He smiled as his demeanor shifted a little, "You don't think big brother can get rowdy? Then I'll tell you what." Both of his hands immediately found the back of my head and before I had time to take a breath, his fat prick was safely lodged in my throat. "Why don't you choke on my dick a little while I think about how rough I feel like being with you."

That did it. The small burning between my legs became a searing flame of need and want. I could feel a tiny rush of juices beginning to soak my panties. Mike was about to prove to be a down and dirty fuck, just like his sister has always needed. 

I breathed in through my nose, as he face fucked me. Pushing down on my head and forcing his cock into my drooling mouth at different angles. Stretching my cheeks and lightly slapping my face where the skin was bulged out from his cockhead. "You're a good little cocksucker aren't you? I should have been fucking your little mouth years ago." I could barely hear him over my own slobbering and grunting as his pole continuously rammed in and out of my throat. "Or maybe it wasn't just your little mouth I should have been fucking. Slide those shorts down. I want to see that cute ass while you suck me."

Without taking my mouth off his cock, I reached behind me and slid down my cotton shorts to my knees, leaving just my white thong covering me against the cold AC. "That's a sweet little ass you have their baby sis. You ever let a boy pump that little butt?" I groaned a muffled 'Yes' around his dick, as he ran his hands down my back. I could feel the heat from his palms through the flimsy material of my wife beater. My tongue working in unison with my sucking action, I could feel gallons of saliva flowing from my mouth to cover my brother's balls. I find that guy's love a sloppy, wet blowjob, as long as you keep a good suction on their cock so there's still that bit of friction on your lips as well.

And what a sight we must have been when my father walked in the room.

My brother stretched out length wise on the couch, with his shorts around his ankles and his cock in my mouth, while using one hand to grip my hair and slam my head up and down on his thick prick, and the other feeling me up and pinching my nipples. All the while, my father's own daughter reveling in the filthy names my brother had been calling me. My own shorts around me knees, as I kneeled between my brother's legs, swallowing his rod, bubble butt in the air, and panties soaked through.

Neither one of us realized he had been standing there until he cleared his throat. Within seconds Mike was shifting on the couch, trying to move me and pull up his shorts at the same time. I of course being a bit dumbfounded and lost in what I had been doing, simply sat up on my knees, hand around my brother's softening cock, and staring blankly back at my dad. His arms folded across his chest, and that rare, stern look on his face that I hadn't seen since my younger teen years.

"Don't even think about moving, son." His voice was low and commanding. Usually he was so mousy due to my mother's soft, but dominate personality, but now there was something different about him, almost animal, and then it hit me. This was the firm, demanding voice I had so often heard him use with my mother behind closed doors during one of their many sex sessions. "I don't think your sister was finished. Were you dear?" 

I must have looked like the quintessential bitch drooling over her bone when I smiled at him, all the saliva in my mouth dribbling down my chin. I then noticed a sizable tent had grown in the front of my father's silk pajamas. "I asked you a question, girl." 

Snapped back to reality I glanced from Mike to my father, and with a very conscious thought of what might transpire, my pussy grew even wetter than I had though possible. "Were you done sucking on your brother's cock?"

I absent mindedly began stroking Mike again, "No, daddy.", and with as a little challenge, "He hasn't cum in my mouth, yet."

"Well now, don't you think you better finish him off? A good girl's work isn't done unless she makes her man cum, right?"

"Right, daddy." Poor Mike could only stare between me and our father. I think it was hard for him to comprehend that dad wasn't out here to bust heads, but to make use of his daughter in much the same fashion his son was. Within a split second, I resumed my position between Mike's legs and replaced his cock in my mouth. 

Invigorated by the promise of the filthy, dirty things that were to come, I took on my brother's rapidly stiffening member with a vengeance. Tongue, lips, and throat were all a constant blur as I ravaged his thickness, fully aware that my father's weight sank into the couch behind me. Mike was moaning like a madman at the ministrations of my mouth on him. Both hands were dug into my scalp, with my hair entangled in his fingers. He was rapid fire in the way he thrust his hips into my face and pulled my head down to get the most of his cock in my mouth. Behind me, 

I could feel light caresses of my father's masculine hands on my ass, with the occasional finger slipping down into my slit, to trace the puffy outlines of my pussy lips through the thin, white material. Little kisses were planted all over the smooth cheeks of my ass, which only fueled me more. I didn't know if it was because our father was here, or if he was holding out on me, but I wanted Mike to cum in my mouth so bad I was practically sucking and jacking the skin off his cock, but still I could not get my reward, at the same time, I pushed my ass backwards toward my father, praying that he had something thick and hard waiting for his little girl.

"So, you're sister's a good little cocksucker is she?" I could hear the rush of air just before his meaty hand came down on my right ass cheek in a heavy SMACK, bring out a long, low moan from my choking throat.

"Fuck yea.", panting out his answers as my father continued to deliver sparse whacks to my almost bare backside. "This is the first time she's done it for me, but she definitely knows what she's doing!" I couldn't speak, I could only swallow what was forced in my mouth and groan with the pleasure and filth of it all.

"You haven't fucked her before?" I felt my panties being slid to the side, and my father's warm breath rushing against my naked, dripping quim.

"Nope, but if her pussy is anything like her mouth...", he trailed off and I felt his balls tighten. I immediately pulled myself free and brought my mouth off Mike's cock, deciding at the last second I wanted to wait for his cum, much to his dismay, 

"Nooooo. I was so close, baby. Don't stop!!!" "Not yet. You be a good boy and I may let you cum." I looked back over my shoulder. My father knelt behind me, stroking his enormous cock, while examining my little shaved fuckholes. "You like what you see daddy? Think you might want to pump your little girl full of that daddy cum?" I stroked my brother while I stood up on my knees and pulled my panties to expose more of my bald little muff, while smiling coyly.

"I can tell I wouldn't be the first in either of those holes you have, baby girl, but your brother and I are going to stretch them out tonight, you can bet on that." 

Grabbing my hair in his hand and snapping my head back, he breathed into my face. Startled, but enjoying the moment, I stared into his eyes. "Rule number one. You don't take decide who cums and when. We do, understood?" Pulling my head back further, causing shooting pain through my neck and scalp, I could barely answer, "Yes, daddy."

"Good, now what did we just say about good girls not finishing their jobs?" releasing my hair a bit and allowing the pain to subside, while my grip on Mike's cock was almost white knuckled. "Good girls aren't finished until they've made their man cum, right daddy?"

"That's right. Now be a good little whore and swallow your brother's cum. Can't you see the poor boy is in agony?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mike red faced and furious pumping my hand in hopes of blowing his now over flowing load. Before I could answer, my father shoved my face back into Mike's lap. Mouth open and tongue out, I relaxed my throat and took him deep. Like a piston in an overheated engine, his cock rammed in and out of my throat while my father and brother both pulled and pushed my hair up and down on the cock buried in my watered mouth.

Within seconds, my first load of cum for the evening was received. Mike choked me with his cock until tears welled in my eyes and my cheeks swelled around the shaft. He was so far in me that I couldn't taste his cum, but I could feel it wash down the back of my throat and start to warm my inner chest on its way to my stomach. I almost gagged a little as he began to pull out, still shooting thick ropes of cum into my mouth and across my lips.

My father, who up until now had been assisting with gagging his daughter on her brother's cock, while twisting my nipples, and rubbing his well lubricated dick up and down my naked slit, released his grip on my head. I came up with a gasp of air, tears streaming down my face to mingle with the remnants of my brother's jizz. "Jesus, that was fuckin awesome..." Mike panted as he laid exhausted.

"You're right, she is quite the little cocksucker.", leaning into my ear as I tried to catch my breath, "But daddy knows what his little slut really wants, doesn't he?"

I looked back at my father, and through the mess of my hair and makeup, I smiled from ear to ear. "I want it all daddy. I want it anyway you can give it to me!"

"And you'll get it baby, but for now, get back down there and suck your brother til he's hard again." Pushing me back, face first, to my Mike's lap, I could feel dad take a grip on the thin straps of my panties. With one, forceful yank, he tore my thong off me, leaving slight burns on the insides of my thighs. I cried out briefly but it was muffled by my mouthful of cock.

"Sit up Mike. It's time this slut got on her knees and worshipped the cocks she doesn't deserve." A few minutes of slight shuffling, and Mike sat down on the couch, legs draped over the side. I kneeled in front of him, my shirt removed while my father moved in behind me to paw and twist as my sensitive nipples. Mike's look was filled with lust, but dazed and amazed. I could only imagine what I must look like, cum dribbling down my chin to mix with all my spit from polishing Mike's cock, with my father pinching my nipples and moving his hand down to roughly maul my tight little pussy.

Twisting my hair in his hand, dad pushed my waiting mouth back onto my brother's cock. "Suck him hard you little whore. Daddy's going to give you what you should have gotten a long time ago." Pulling my hands behind my back, I could feel my torn panties being used to tie my wrists together sharply. 

I can't describe how utterly in heat I was. Mike, using both hands, guided me up and down on his shaft, before holding my head and feeding me his cock. Behind me, I could feel my father carelessly move my knees apart, his own dick bouncing back and forth against my soaked pussy. 


A Teenage Rake Ch. 02



Foreword: I'd like to thank all of you for the wonderful emails and feedback I've received. I'm glad I could relate my fantasy (mixed with a little truth – which is up to you to decide which one) and find folks that enjoy it as much as I do. If you haven't read my previous submission, while it may help solidify how my father and I interact, it's not a required read in order to forge ahead with this submission.

Just a quick word of advice for you girls out there, if you want a car, but are short on the means, and your sex drive allows you to overwrite what society considers taboo... well, let's just say I really love my new car, and I have my Daddy to thank for it (once again, fantasy and truth – you decide).

It was the last Friday of the month and I was donning my almost transparently white, thigh high stocking. The soft material slipped its way up my calf to complete my ensemble. 

I knew he'd like this, after all he did tell me precisely what he wanted for this month's contribution to my new Jetta. And when my father tells his little girl what she's going to wear to make good on her car loan, then that's what Daddy gets.

I left the room, feeling the AC chill my bare stomach and thighs (it's always so cold in this house), as I hurried down the stairs towards the garage. With each step, I could feel myself grow moist, causing my panties to stick to my little pussy. I was dripping with desire by the time I came to door. 

I knew he could hear the door creak a bit, from where he stood at the front of my car, arms folded across that manly chest. He turned and faced me, with that usual stern look of demanding he had for these days when I came to the garage to fulfill our agreement. His grimace broke a bit with that comforting smile of his. I could see the corners of his mouth touch his eyes, as he breathed in his baby girl.

Stockings, cotton panties, one of his white, button up shirts opened down the middle, and his favorite tie that I got him last Father's Day. This is what Daddy wanted, and this is what he'll get.

As I stepped into the humid air, I instantly began to sweat. I hate the tropics, but today I planned on working up a sweat with my father's hard cock anyway, so why bitch about things. I threw my hair to one side and bit my lip with a smile, which I know drives him crazy. With my brother, Mike at practice and my mom at work, I wanted to get my Daddy all worked up, because I knew we had at least enough time for him to work my little body over good and rough.

"Hi Daddy." I said in my best little girl voice.

And sticking to the roles we love playing, 'Shut up you little slut. Daddy doesn't pay your bills to hear you talk, does he?"

"No Daddy." Placing his hand on the back on my neck, I looked him in eyes and smiled even more, as I felt the soft fibers of his shirt drag across my hardening nipples, while I stood up on my tippy toes. "You pay me to fuck, like a good little whore."

"That's right, sweetie, but what else does Daddy pay you to do."

I looked down and saw my hands already at work on his belt and jeans zipper. I glanced back up at him, as I slid down to my knees, "You pay me to suck cock, right Daddy?"

"That's right baby girl. Now put that mouth to use." Taking in a breath and that thick man meat at the same time, my salivating mouth was well lubricated for the face fuck I was about to receive. I could feel my scalp start to burn with pain, as my father jerked my head and throat off his rod before slamming it back home...

When he first took me car shopping, telling Mom that I was too old to be driven around, I knew I could work out a nice deal to avoid paying for the car. Mom agreed to pay the insurance each month, if I paid for the loan itself (I think she felt guilty for denying me a car when I turned 16 a few years ago). I readily agreed and since Mom and Dad both keep separate checking accounts for their own personal spending, I knew it wouldn't take much for Daddy to make the car payments for me, without Mom ever finding out. Now now... It's not like that. I never had to black mail my father, and I wouldn't have anyway. I simply fucked his brains out in every car we test drove. 

We took four cars out that day for a drive. Dad, being ever so cool, made sure the salesmen had what they needed so the two of us could be left alone. The Miata was tricky, so we pulled into the empty lot of the local schoolyard and parked in the back. Being broad daylight on a Saturday, it was perfectly safe from prying eyes. I remember the car's color absorbed the heat from the sun and practically set fire to my hands, as Dad bent me over the hood and pumped my little cunt full of cream within about five minutes. Usually he lasts quite a bit longer, but I had been teasing him the whole time and I guess the thrill of getting caught plowing his own daughter over the hood of some car in the back of the elementary school she used to attend years and years ago was just too much.

The Rav4 and the Bug went the same way. Each time he obviously managed to hold that magnificent load a little longer, ensuring I would never want for an orgasm, and making good with that great dick of his. The Jetta was different.

When we got back with the Bug, the salesman must have thought we'd stolen it, as he was a little hesitant to let us take the Jetta out, but I had another idea, and one that might help with the price a bit. Before Daddy could object to Greg, the salesman, coming out with us, I stepped in front of him and told Greg, 'That would be awesome. Nice day out for a girl to be with two handsome men in her new car." I backed my ass up enough to rub against my father's crotch, as kind of a re-assurance. Greg unwittingly sized me up in front of my father, and must have liked what he saw since I watched his trousers lose a bit of their wrinkle when he turned to walk away.

I turned to see that quizzical look in Daddy's eye. "Don't worry Dad. He'll be cool."

"I dunno toots. If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, this is a really big risk you're putting us both up for. You may only get therapy, but I'll get jail time."

"Oh, don't be such a puss Dad. Besides, I bet you ten bucks I get him to come off at least five grand on the car."

"OK. You're on.

A bit of acceleration and a few quick turns later saw the three of us on a secluded road behind the dealership. To our right, a high fence to protect all those cars from would be thieves, while to our left nothing but woods, and a nice long stretch of road in the front and rear to see if anyone was coming. It couldn't have been better if I had planned it, so I slid the car to the side of the road and came to a stop.

Taking out the keys and placing them on the dash, I undid my seatbelt and turned to face Greg in the passenger seat. I could see Dad sitting back and quietly praying I wouldn't land him on the front page of the local newspaper.

"Greg, I'll be honest. I like the car, but my Dad and I agree that the price is just too high. So I have something that might help us all out in a big way."

"Ummm... OK. What's that?" I could tell he was a little nervous, but still had that 'I'm your buddy. I'm your pal" salesman grin.

"I'm about to say something I will guarantee you have never heard in your life, nor will you ever get another opportunity like this again."

I took his silence as encouragement, while I continued.

"You see Greg, I like cock. I like to get fucked and treated like a little whore. In fact, I'm fucking my father on a regular basis... well... and my brother. And my little pussy is so good, Daddy's offered to buy me this car."

To say his jaw dropped would be an understatement. The man looked like a Martian had landed and offered him the secrets of the universe. My father remained mute, eyes concentrating on our new friend Greg.

"So, my offer is this: you come off five grand on this car, which won't be too hard with the dealer incentives you guys are offering in the sale flyers, and I will suck you, fuck you, and let you cum inside my little teenage ass. If you want, my Daddy can join in and you can both do whatever you want to with me."

I popped the door open and stood out of the car, taking great care to display my little ass, encased in my white sundress. Walking around the front of the car, I came to a stop by Greg's door and leaned over. His face still slack with expression and speechlessness, as my firm, ample tits spilled over the top of the low cut neck.

"Now, does that sound like a deal, or do I go make some other lucky salesman's day?"

Apparently my lack of tact still hadn't gotten through to ol' Greg, who just stared at me in shock. I opened his door and stepped up to him where he sat. "You've got to move your legs out here sweetie; otherwise I can't get those pants down so that fat dick of yours can get where I need it to go... And Greggy..." This was the point where any sane man would have come unglued, as I leaned back against the door, propped my foot on the doorjam, and ran my hand along the inside of my thigh, pushing my dress up enough where I'm sure he could get a nice shot of my little bald pussy. "I need it bad. Just ask my Daddy. I haven't been fucked in at least an hour."

He dumbly turned his head towards my father as I let out a small giggle. Dad only shrugged with that familiar, 'I'm going to hell anyway, so why not?' grin of his.

"Boy, if I were you, I'd already have that little girl on her knees."

Something must have snapped in Greg, because he took one deep breath and stood up. The next thing I knew, I was roughly pushed to my knees, while he fumbled with his belt. I threw a quick smile to my Dad, who just shook his head and laughed. Yep, his little girl had struck again, showing no man no mercy.

I looked back up in time to see Greg's thick cock bob against my cheek. Within seconds both of hands were on the back of my head and I was going to town on that pulsing fuckmeat. Running it along the outer sides of my teeth and lodging it in my cheek, opening my mouth wide and relaxing my throat so I could take it straight down the back of my mouth, and flicking my tongue along the underside the whole time. I love sucking cock sooooooooooooo much.

"Ah fuck. I can't believe this shit." Greg gasped as I woofed down his pole like it was my last meal. "Dude, is she really your daughter? You really fuck her?"

"Buddy, if you were her dad, would you have any guilt about doing the filthiest things to her? Anyway, who do you think fucked her an hour ago?" He laughed.

"No fuckin' way." Greg laughed, while his hand just followed my head rather than controlling the rhythm as he had at first. "I would have to fuck her brains out everyday too."

"There you go, boy. Now you know why she gets a car."

"Fuck yea."

I popped my mouth off his cock and looked up at him with my perfected doe eyes. "You know what I really want fellas?"

"Oh anything you want darlin'. Name it." Said my new favorite salesman.

"I want you guys to call me the dirtiest names you can think of. And Daddy, you need to get out here, because I don't think just one of you is going to be enough right now."

"You heard her, Greg. Fuck that little whore's mouth while I try and figure out how to get out of this tiny backseat you guys put in these things."

"Fuck yeaaaaaaaaaaaa." Greg sighed as he pushed my head back on his dick. "Suck that cock you little slut. Fuck you really are a dirty little whore. Fucking your dad and a total stranger just for a car. Damn girl."

The car shifted back and forth as I saw Daddy hop out of the back. In a flash he was behind me, and I could hear the jingle of his belt, as another cock was set free in front me. On instinct, my hand shot out and started to jack my loving father's stiff rod. I wasn't quite ready to pull my mouth off Greg just yet. I was savoring the taste of his throbbing fleshpole in my mouth. I don't know if he had intentionally put cologne on his cock, but I could taste it faintly, and smell it in his pubes when my face was buried in them. It was so fucking hot, my pussy was on fire.

I knew Daddy wasn't in any hurry, so I went in for the kill on Greg. Within seconds, I had that man pouring what must have been liters of cum into my throat and down my chin. I could hear him take big whooping gulps of air as he came for this little slut in front of him. 

Without missing a beat, I swallowed his cum which was a bit more potent than my father's and shifted on my knees to receive Daddy's dick in my throat. And being the Daddy I've always loved, I began to hear the usual obscenities he reserved for me and me alone. A mouthful of his cock and an earful of such words as cocksucker, cum guzzling whore, and little cunt spewed from between my father's lips, as he raped my mouth. I lazily jacked off Greg who began to rapidly get hard again for me. I guess the current scene in front of him was too much. I assume it wasn't everyday he got to watch a little girl in love with getting face fucked by two men, one of them her father. 

I felt his hands on my hips, roughly pulling me to my feet. I stood, still bent at the waist so that Daddy's cock never left my mouth. I felt the humid air blow against my now naked pussy, and before I could guess what was coming next, I had a strange salesman's dick slammed straight into my little muff with one, hard grunt from both of us. He buried it in me so fast and so hard, I grazed Daddy's cock with my top teeth. 

"Watch it you little bitch. You nick me again and you'll be taking turns up your ass. Understand me?"

I groaned agreement around the fuckpole in my throat and the one pounding my young cooch. The rest became a blur. Greg took some time, but eventually he too started calling me a little fuck cunt, slut, whore, and all the fun ones. Each of them trading positions for better angels at my little snatch, or my mouth, just to fill it them with cock, while molesting my clit, or pawing at my titties. Good thing my dress was white, as it had become one massive stain of cum from all three of us, where it had been bunched up around my waist. It wasn't until my father picked me up off the ground and held me face to face before plunging his dick in me, that I finally got what I had begun to really need for that big orgasm I knew was building deep inside me. With my legs wrapped around him, I bounced up and down on his meat, as he looked over my shoulder at Greg.

'Well boy, there's one hole you haven't pumped yet, and if I know this little slut, that's what she's practically drooling for now. Isn't it baby."

I screamed, "FUCK YEA, DADDY!"

"Tell him girl." Dad stopped my bouncing so I could look back at Greg with my little doe eyes again. His dick in his hand, semi erect and looking like it may have one more good fuck in it, as I gazed into his eyes. The poor guy was hot, sweaty, and looked like he'd been through the wringer.

"Please mister. Will you fuck me up my butt while my Daddy cums inside my cunny?"

That was all it took. I giggled as I saw that cock grow hard, and he made his way towards me. Daddy held me still as Greg began to gently glide it into the tight opening of my ass. The more he pushed, the more pressure it put against my father's cock still buried in my pussy. This caused all three of us to moan in unison. 

I laid back against Greg, taking some of the weight off my father, as both men gripped my thighs and the cheeks of my ass. After a few moments, the sweat, cum and pussy juice that had cumulated at my little butthole paved the way for Greg's bulbous cockhead to pop inside me. I squeaked and threw my arm around his shoulders to lean back and kiss him. My other hand finishing up the balancing act by digging into my father's shoulder, as I exhaled, taking more and more of his thick dick in my butt.

After about five minutes, I had both of these men buried in my two favorite fuck holes, and the race was on. It took a bit to get the rhythm, but none of us said anything when it hit. We couldn't say anything. All we could do was breathe, and moan, and fuck. Both of those steel poles just pumping in and out of me in perfect unison, the hot sun beating in my face as I twisted my nipples and squirmed on their cocks, feeling that good, hard cum I've been needing getting closer to my surface.

Greg began taking short, quick gasps between moans. My father must have known he was cumming and urged him on. "Go on boy. Cum in that little whore's ass. That's what she wants. Look at the bitch. You know that's what she wants. Tell him, girl."

"FUCK! Cum in my ass, mister. Cum in my butt, please! You too, Daddy! I want you both to blow those fuckin' loads in my little holes! I need it so fuckin' bad!"

And without another word, I felt the familiar feeling of a nice, hard cock letting loose a torrent of cum deep inside my little butt. And that was all I needed. I started to cum like a freight train. Squeezing my ass and pussy muscles and milking both those cocks for all I was worth. Ol' Dad had done pretty good so far, considering he had already come four times today, but here he was again, joining Greg in filling his baby girl with hot jizz.

We stood like that, all three of tense and sweating, muscles straining in the summer sun, and each of us enjoying the last twitches of our heated orgasms. There was nothing else like it on this planet. No drug would ever take me to the places I've reached with my sexual adventures, and this was a prime example. 

When they set me back down, my legs cramped and my butthole hurting a little, I felt lightheaded and woozy, but I loved it. I could feel their cum dripping out of me as I leaned forward and put my hands on the car to steady myself, while Dad and Greg put their clothes on.

I heard Greg's Zippo close and looked up as he took a drag off his cigarette. "Little girl, that was definitely worth the five grand." We all chuckled a bit, as I straightened out my dress and tried to assess the damage our little frolic had done to my grooming. A few white stains on a white cotton sundress was not a big deal, but my mascara had run pretty bad from the tears and sweat, and my lipstick was non-existent, as what was left of it was probably coating one of their cocks still. A few minutes worth of work was all I need to get my appearance in order. We settled back into the car, with the top going up and the AC going on, as I applied my makeup and decided the wet looking blotches on my dress would dry up in the AC soon enough.

A few minutes later and we were back in Greg's office signing papers. A quick compliment to him about the picture of his wife and kids, and he was suddenly able to knock another thousand dollars off the sticker price. I couldn't help but pass a big smile to my Daddy, who just shook his head with that grin of his.

Daddy and Greg shook hands, as we went to drive off the lot in my new Jetta, while I snatched one of his cards from his pocket and wrote my cell number down. He's called a couple of times, and is trying to work up a gang bang for me with some of the guys in his service department. It works out well, since to help 'pay' for my car, as far as Mom was concerned, I started babysitting for Greg and his wife.

...So here we are, the last Friday of the month, and it was once again time to make my car payment, Both of us covered in sweat, as I was splayed out on the hood of my Jetta, with my loving father pounding my young cunt with that hard dick of his. I had already sucked him to the point where he yanked me off the ground and his cock, for fear of cumming to soon. Now I was taking it heavy and fast in my little fuckhole. The white, button up shirt was now plastered against my overheated body, as we both grunted our pleasures at eachother. 

Over the last few months I've realized that while Daddy loves me very much and would never hurt me, he does like to get rough when he fucks me. Lately it's been hair pulling, smacking my face when my cheeks bulge with that huge rod of his, or shoving himself deep in my ass without any lube. At first it was a little scary, but also very sexy. These days, I welcome the brutality more and more. I don't know what it is, but maybe it's because I feel so safe with him, that it allows me to let go and really be used like a little rag doll. My brother, Mike has begun to get softer and more gentle with me, which is nice, but I guess Daddy has Mom for those tender moments. When we both just want to fuck and see me violated, that's when Daddy comes looking for my little sweet meat.




A Teenage Rake Ch. 03



My eyes flew open, as I felt two large hands grip the cheeks of my ass and spread them wide enough to almost hurt my tiny ring. I came into consciousness, the sleep falling out of my eyes, as the realization that I was now face down with my hands tied to the headboard sank in.

Seconds fluttered away, while a warm, wet tongue slid it's away along the crack of my little pussy, and it slowly occurred to me who this wonderful tongue might belong to, and why it had seemed to now be fascinated with making its way across my anus... Daddy seems to have made good on his promise... or we truly had an intruder in the house who had no interest in material possessions, just the young cunt that lived here, though I doubted this very much. Either way, my body and mind began to react to this new experience.

Those massive hands massaged my ass, as the stranger tongue fucked my butt. The soft, purple light cast by the mushroom nightlight on the far side of the room illuminated the bed in a hazed aura, as a hand left my ass and roughly traveled up my back to grip my hair. Until now, I had not made a sound, but when my hair snapped back hard, it dragged a hurtful gasp from my lips and brought my head up to stare at the wall. I could only gaze through watering eyes at the posters and pictures above my bed, while that tongue darted all over me, ravaging my tiny holes... back and forth... back and forth.

Playing up to the role, I struggled a bit and moaned my disapproval, even if it was half hearted. 

"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want." I gently sobbed.

"Quiet girl. You don't want this to get ugly." came the muffled response with a forceful tug of my hair. I believed I could recognize the heavy, whispered voice from between my legs. Even if this was truly a complete stranger, he felt good. So good was the ministrations of that tongue, he had me wetter than I could have imagined in my wildest rape fantasies.

The AC once again came to life in this chilly house, as it often does when attempting to cool this naturally hot blooded family. It's noise collected with the sound machine by the bedside, the white static created was effectively blocking out the commotion of my room to those outside the closed door. I could scream and draw attention, but I didn't dare... It felt too good. 

I lay here, my comforter and sheets thrown to the floor, stretched out with my arms pulled above my head and secured with what I could now see was a simply piece of bungee chord from our own garage. My head forced backwards, causing my body to arch in the middle of my back, and my little ass to rise for his complete access. With each breath, now coming faster and harder, my breasts slid along the cotton sheet beneath me, increasing my excitement.

The tip of that oh so fine tongue delved into my butt again, as the indescribable feeling of a strange finger filling my pussy took control. My wetness made me readily accepting to the complete length of the rough, manly digit. In seconds it had been buried inside of me, exploring my insides and tickling my G spot, while my tiny anus opened more and more to the invading wetness.

After moments of being licked, fingered, probed, and brought to the brink, I felt the elongated middle finger replace his tongue in my ass. At once, I had two fingers in my holes, both pushing and pulling into me with a mounting rhythm that grew and grew. His hand ensured my hair was used to pull me back, as his fingers pushed forward inside me. Faster and faster he worked me. Tears streamed down my face, while he reamed my softest, tightest holes. I felt my ass clench around his second knuckle, as the other finger swirled around the inner depths of my pussy. It was obvious from the amount of fluids I gave off and the groaning and grunting building in volume from me that I was close to cumming.

When the third finger slid into my pussy, leaving the pinky to rest against my clit, I came like a banshee. My head was pushed into the pillows, face first, and held there, as I screamed through my orgasm. I believed I heard his soft chuckle as I poured juices over his hand. The cum began to subside, and I slowed my pace of pushing myself back against his fingers, twisting my head a bit to rest on my pillow and enjoy the afterglow.

I felt the bed shift with his weight and knew the euphoric rest would be short lived. One naked leg was thrown over my head so that his heavy ass sat on my bound wrists. With my head pulled back up by my hair, I could see his straddled form had brought what appeared to be a massive cock, thick and angry, close to my face and my already open mouth. Without ceremony, I was made to welcome that hard pole as it passed my lips and across my tongue. With three long, teasing strokes he pushed the tip of it into my throat. At this angle it was difficult to open my throat fully. A light cough tried to escape but was gagged back as my mouth began to suffer the full assault of this rape.

Massive and full of flavor, he filled my face with an overwhelming girth that brought more tears and gagging noises from me. Using my long locks of hair to hold me in place, he slammed his rod into and out of my mouth, without a single care as to the joy it brought me. As skilled a cocksucker as I am, I breathed through my noise to avoid suffocating, and did my best to taste, lick, and experience this seemingly strange cock embedded in my throat.

The hand left its grip on my hair as they both traveled down my back to grip the cheeks of my ass again. While my mouth and throat continued to receive a hard fuck, I felt my little butt spread wide again. Two fingers were slid into my ass on either side, as he pulled me apart and stretched me wide. The pain shot up through me, but only enhanced the raging need to be fucked in every hole. My head moved of its own will and pumped up and down on his cock, as he worked those fingers around the rim of my tight ass and pulled me open more and more. On occasion he would remove a finger and begin lightly spanking my pussy. The quick slaps against my outer lips sent shockwaves through my clit and up my spine, and just as quick, that finger would be pushed back into my waiting ass.

There was no sound from either of us, but the hard, heavy breathing and moaning. I gripped the chord leading from my wrists to the headboard and used it to build momentum back and forth on the bed. Forcing his fingers deeper into my ass, and that cock further into my throat, I could feel little droplets of pre-cum ooze from his cock and even taste that salty, sweet treat in the moments when his rigid meat would slide back across my tongue before I forced it back into the hollows of my mouth.

I knew he was going to come and so did he. Those enormous balls that had been slapping my chin grew tighter and tighter. I wanted it. I wanted all of the building cum to pour down my throat like a tidal rush of juices, but this was not to be. 

"Little slut. You won't make get me off that easy." He said breathlessly, while lifting his mass off me, and planting his feet on the floor.

I looked to the right and tried to make out his face in the pale light, but only caught a glimpse of shadow, as he stepped out of view. The bed rebounded under me, moving my entire body against the mattress when he came to kneel between my spread legs. Again, that firm grip squeezed my ass and pulled me apart and he let a large drop of spit fall into my now gaping hole. 

The next second found the head of the menacing cock at the entrance to my butt, making small circles and dipping in and out of me, testing my waters. With slight shuffling of the bed, he reached over the side of the bed to retrieve something I would soon discover was one of my bed sheets. The cool material was slid under my chin and draped over my back. This had to be my uncle, and he had to have been talking to my father about me. I just knew it from the way he was set to violate my young ass and apparently ready to choke his little niece while he fucked her. There was always the chance this was a true rapist, in which case, this could quite possibly be the last sex I ever have, and in some sick way it made everything all the more exciting. 

In one movement, the sheet became tight against my neck, but not enough to cut off my air supply, while in those few seconds my taut, little butt became filled with an enormous cock that would put my father and brother to shame. I attempted to scream, only to have my face pushed back into the pillow, while a slow, steady rhythm began to build against the walls and in the depths of my ass.

He fucked me. He pumped that thick cock in and out of my ass, whispering in my ear how I was a bad little tease and how he knew this is what I needed. Fucking me over and over... raping my tiny ass with that hard dick... I breathed hot against the pillow as a grunt was forced from me with each powerful, uncaring thrust. The bed beneath me became drenched, as juices flowed from my cunt and soaked the sheet under us. As often happens when I have my ass fucked, I had started to cum uncontrollably, and my bed was direct evidence of the fact that this man had managed to bring that orgasm out of me in waves.

I could hear him above me, no longer whispering what a little whore I was, but panting and grunting while throwing his cock into my anal cavity. The heat of my own breath blowing back into my face while I practically suffocated in the pillow was beginning to have an effect on me. Mixed with the constant cumming from my overheated pussy, the choking of my throat with the sheet, and the pain with pleasure from the jackhammering in my ass, started my descent into oblivion. Only one thing kept me from blacking out completely...

With one final thrust and a low groan of complete satisfaction, I felt the stranger fill my young bowels deep with his jizz. The immeasurable amount of his cum blasted against the inner walls of my butt, exploding into the deepest, darkest parts of me, and forcing new heights of my own orgasms. With a handful of quick, jerking thrusts, he finished inside of me before crashing onto my backside and rolling us onto our sides.

The sheet since removed from around my neck, he held me tight with his cock still buried inside me. Our breaths were out of control and took several minutes to reach a calming point. Sweat poured from us, drawing the cold of the AC to our skin. 

As I began to doze off, wrapped in his warm, safe arms, I felt him stir and remove himself from my butt with a small popping sound. The bed shifted one final time and his body lifted from mine. With a kiss on my cheek, I heard him say, "Tomorrow night, I'll fuck your little pussy and I'll call you Tina."

I moaned a quiet response, "Yes Uncle. Come earlier though, I may have a surprise for you."

He chuckled again, this time more distant, as I heard the door to my room close and the feeling of being alone returned.

If he's a good boy and visits me early as I said, he may just get to see me and my cousin in one of the little sex sessions we've been so prone to this week. I wonder if he would be so bold to put his cock in me again when he sees my tongue inside his daughter's pussy...

I'm such a whore.



A Teenage Rake Ch. 04



Been awhile since I've put out a story and I thought I would change this up a bit and get a little reality in. I've had a lot of folks ask me to do a story based on the relationship I had with a friend of my father, which I had written of in my Bio. It was my first time with a man and I've been thinking a lot about it recently. I had been talking about first times with a friend the other evening and it began to occur to me how utterly unique and hot the situation had been, even if I really should have thought about the potential problems that could have come about. What I am about to tell is the honest to Hoyle truth, with a change to only the names. I tend to write rather vague for a reason, since it is the reader who determines what the characters look like in their mind's eye, and tend to fill in a lot of situations with their own inner commentating. I've tried my best, in the last three stories, to give the reader what they need to make the necessary progression, while allowing them to fill in the gaps with those things that truly turn them on. This is not the case this time around. The events themselves really took place and I do mean everything. For my first affair, I really did get quite a crash course...

Mr. Jones is what I'll call him. Medium height, dark hair, graying at the temples a little early, with a wife and two very young kids at home... this was my first time. For all intents and purposes, as I'm sure with most female writers discussing their first time in a public setting, I was eighteen. He was twelve years older than me.

Malcolm Jones was a friend of my father and lived three houses down from us in Jackson, Mississippi where I was born. My father and Mr. Jones had worked construction together for the last few years, as daddy had helped Mal get a job when his own construction company went bankrupt. 

In the evenings daddy and Mal would come back to the house after work and enjoy life on our back porch with a few beers and guy talk. My crush came in small doses and slowly developed into an outright need over the last year of seeing that hulking man treading through my house almost every weekday evening. Being young and inexperienced, I was truly unable to apply any womanly wiles to get what I wanted, since I couldn't even begin to tell you what a womanly wile was, but I was a quick learner. I'd been masturbating for a few years now, and I had found two separate stashes of porno magazines in the house. One in my brother's bedroom and one in my parent's bedroom, which I assumed was my father's collection (little did I know that mom enjoyed them as well). At the time, the Internet wasn't quite the market place for adult entertainment that it is today, so I explored every dirty magazine I could sneak away with. Anything from airbrushed Playboy models with their plastic boobs to the rare copy of Hawk, where young girls were the object of fancy. I had found a few copies of the latter in daddy's collection, which began the wheels turning. I mean after all, if an old dodger like daddy thought 'the younger the better', then how might Mr. Jones feel on the topic?

To get this out of the way, when my crush first started to develop, I did have several reservations about the fact that this was a married man with two adorable children. As with all girls, I wanted to be happily married one day and didn't want to think about some young hussy setting her sites on my man. These hesitations slowly began to fade away the more time I spent around Mal. His tight jeans, thick workboots, and that oh so delectable build that comes with years of working in construction just drained away my resolve to do nothing but fantasize about the man my daddy called a friend. It might also be a good time to mention that I've always had a crush on my daddy, as some girls do. Nothing has ever happened there (though I did make a small effort awhile back, which failed miserably), and seeing Mr. Jones in the same light as my father, this didn't help my feelings towards our neighbor down the street.

Fast forward about six months. I had gone through every magazine of the men in my family and learned a bit of what turns men on and off (my brother used to dog-ear the pages in his magazines I suppose he thought were extra hot). I've also paid attention to my girlfriends a lot lately and listened carefully to what they had described regarding their boyfriends and what they like and what they do together. Although, most of the conversations just re-enforced the fact that highschool boys really don't know what they are doing most of the time. I'd also stumbled into a bit of a special relationship with my brother.

This started at the beginning of summer vacation, which was a couple of months before Mr. Jones fell under my spell. Mike and I were left alone all day, since my mom runs a clothing store for posh residents of Jackson, and works about the same number of hours as my daddy. Mike and I often find ourselves bored around the house, which is why most days saw my brother spending time down at the rec center trying to get in some girl's pants, or hunting. Most of my friends were in summer school, since they didn't keep up on their grades like I did. All of this leaving me to roam the house, searching through magazines and fingering myself to ecstasy with thoughts of Mr. Jones, daddy, Mike, and sometimes a few of my girlfriends (some of the lesbian pictorials really got me thinking about Mira and Stacy).

Mike had injured his leg in a small car accident, which left him in my capable hands. Bored as we both were, and with the opportunity to pleasure myself cut in half, I started to get a little heated up during the day. A girl can't spend all day in her room or taking a shower with the 10 speed shower massager, so much of the day saw me in a constant state of arousal. It didn't help that on more than one occasion one of my brother's bimbo girlfriends would drop by to check on him. With the door shut and locked, I could hear the two of them fucking for all they were worth in his room. One girl Cheryl was so loud I could hear her downstairs, over Montel. And of course, this would just lead to a lengthy session of letting my fingers do the walking.

One fateful day, I decided to get a better idea of what men liked. I was horny and Mike hadn't had any female companionship in days, so I figured now would be a good time to ask a few key questions on how to seduce a guy. I was given a laundry list of things that could be attempted, though at first I was given the typical big brother lecture about being too young for sex. The last item on the list was simply, 'if all else fails, you could blow him'. Though meant as a joke, this particular option appealed to me. I knew what blow jobs were through porn and my girlfriends, but to actually perform the act was something that made me very curious and very nervous. So I decide to try out a few tactics around the house to see if they would work.

It really didn't take much. I showered, changed into a pair of tight, white shorts with a black thong, and a baby doll t-shirt. I made lunch for Mike and brought it to him in the living room. I bent over as much as I could to show off my ass and hopefully give him full view up under my shirt to my tits, which I had intentionally left unchained by a bra. 

I sat on the couch next to him and spoon fed him his lunch, making sure to push my breasts out as much as possible. It took my brother one whole hour before he put his hand on the back of my head and taught me how to properly suck a man's cock.

We had become a regular entanglement of flesh since. He never took my virginity, as I think he was a either a bit too gentlemanly, or he was nervous about being his own sister's first time, but we spent every waking moment giving eachother head. He would come into my room as soon as my parents left for work and slip his tongue between my legs until I woke up enough to roll over and sixty-nine him, sliding his cock past my tongue and into my throat. It didn't take long for me to realize I really liked the taste of cum and as he told me on so many occasions, I had been a natural born cocksucker, and he was sooooo glad I was his sister. He didn't even hunt bimbos at the rec center any longer. He may not have fucked me, but he knew I would drop to my knees at the drop of a hat.

Developing a sexual relationship with my brother only encouraged me to want Mr. Jones (and daddy I must admit) even more. I'd found I could easily conquer boys like my brother if I wanted to, but it was my brother, not some fumbling highschool boy, so I must have something worthwhile if my own brother had taken such a horny interest in me. It didn't help that I had wanted Mike to take my virginity and every time the subject was brought up, or in the heat of things I would try to put him inside me, he would back out. While I enjoyed sucking his dick and drinking his cum, I needed something more. It was now that I focused on Mr. Jones with a serious desire to have my needs satisfied.

I had always dressed a little moderate but cute around the house. Denim skirts, sundresses, shorts that were mid thigh, and plain t-shirts or polos had made up my typical teen fashion when relaxing at home. With my new mission in mind, it was time to spice things up a bit. I spent a lot of time at the mall with my girlfriends shopping at all the right places that liked to sell clothes to little girls like me that guaranteed every dirty old man within 5 miles would want a taste. It was easy to test my new style, as every time we walked through the mall, I could see middle aged men turning their head, obviously giving their marriage a second though for just a peek at the bouncing girls that strutted around them in short shorts, short skirts, low cut shirts, tied off shirts, and braless. We would sit and flash men right in front of their wives and girlfriends and watch them try not to squirm, knowing they shouldn't be looking, but trying to steal glances at our tender flesh when they could. My friend Mira even got a belly button piercing at this slimy tattoo shop in downtown Jackson one Friday night. The whole time she was in the chair, she had her legs spread, giving the guy a view straight up her skirt. The tattoo man asked us to exit the room after the piercing, leaving him and Mira alone for what turned out to be half an hour. They both exited the room with smiles on their face and she never got charged for the piercing or the body jewelry. She told both of us as we walked out of the shop that the guy had gotten so turned on staring up her skirt he offered to give her everything on the house if she would give him head. Mira being the rowdy one out of our little trio, readily agreed. This was what I needed. This kind of brash and brazen attitude that men, even the older ones, are nothing but playthings and that we hold all of the power. That was the event that helped cement everything in place for me. The idea that Mira could trade sex to some strange, older man and get what she wanted helped me realize that a guy like Mr. Jones and his male ego could be no challenge for me.

I stepped up my dress code around the house within the upcoming weeks, some of it for my brother (who had been filling my mouth two or three times a day with cock), but mostly for my target, Mr. Jones. The same short, revealing clothes used to tantalize men at the mall were the order of the day in my household. I would make sure I smelled fresh as a daisy for when daddy and Mr. Jones inevitably walked through the door, knowing I would have a good hour or so before mom came home. Mike would sometimes join them for a beer or four, though daddy didn't like to have him drinking too much in case mom found out, but these days he napped in his room until dinner (I think I had been wearing him out lately). This gave me plenty of time to spice things up for these two gorgeous, older men. Within days, I had noticed Mr. Jones eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat, and on more than one occasion, I had even seen daddy run his eyes up the length of my body through his drinking courage. To say this turned me on would be an understatement. My nipples would be in a constant state of erection, poking through my shirt, with no bra to protect them, and the horniness of two men ogling me while I brought them beers and snacks did nothing to calm my wet pussy. I flirted more and more with each of them. From flinging my hair back, to bending over in front of them to set beers on the glass patio table, to bringing them bowls of chips and dip, knowing the whole time they were both staring straight down my shirt.

One day, as I had closed the screen door behind me and headed to the kitchen to grab myself a drink, I heard Mr. Jones tell my father that I had certainly grown up a lot over the years. My fatherly agreed through slightly slurred speech, 'She sure has. I'm going to have to keep the shotgun loaded for the little bastards that come knocking on the door for her." They both laughed and before returning outside to relax with them, I undid two more buttons on my shirt and sat across from Mr. Jones, letting him have little flashes of my red panties, while watching him try to conceal his growing erection... Yep, like shooting fish in a barrel. Why I never tried this before, I have no idea, but my brother would get a really special blow job for his wonderful advice.

It all happened suddenly. I found myself in a white button up shirt, tied off at my tummy and a pair of blue jean shorts that went up the crack of my ass. My hair was back in a pony tail and I had just the right amount of what my brother calls, 'Whore red' lipstick on, as I knocked on the door of the Jones house. 

Daddy had called and asked him to borrow his VCR to record a baseball game, since ours had busted. Here I was, dressed like a virgin tart, waiting for the man of my dreams to open the door and hand me some appliance, when I really wanted something else from him. 

Devious as I had been, I even waited until I saw that Mrs. Jones had left to go out with my mom to their Friday night movies. Mr. Jones was due to come over later tonight, but I immediately volunteered to go pick up the VCR as soon as I heard daddy on the phone. The door opened, and there he was in all his glory. Black t-shirt, blue jeans, and work boots, and with a build that would make any woman cream. He took a few seconds to look me over and smiled a bit.

"Hey sweetie. C'mon in and lemme get that VCR for your daddy."

"OK Mr. Jones. Thanks for the loan."

"No problem darlin'. I gotta unhook it, so this will take a minute. You wanna come down here with me while I get it?"

"Absolutely", trying as best I could not to sound too excited.

I walked down the stairs into the family room, as he crossed to the entertainment center and bent over to begin unhooking cables. "You sure you wanna lug this thing all the way back home? I can bring it over in a bit."

My mouth had gone dry and I was panic stricken. Here was my moment of truth and I was petrified. All my flirting and teasing this man had been for nothing if I couldn't control this moment. I stammered a bit while trying to regain some of my determination, "Actually... I wanted to come over personally. There's something I wanted to ask you..."

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but were constantly escaping me, as I fidgeted there in the middle of his living room.

"I kinda figured there was." He said calmly. His back to me as he worked on the VCR and utter surprise ran through me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, not to be too forward, but I been noticing the way you've been prancing around me and your daddy lately whenever I'm around. I began to wonder if it was just my imagination, but the other night when you were flashing those panties at me and smilin', I figured you might be up to somethin' more."

I didn't know what to say now. I was completely speechless. Had I been so transparent? I guess I had, but to be figured out like this... was it a bad thing? After all, this is what I had wanted.

"Am I wrong lil' girl?"

"No sir."

He turned around, leaving the VCR in place. "I like that 'sir' part." He said with a half smile, and walked a few steps toward me. "You know I have a wife and kids. So I need to know... what are your intentions?"

"Ummm... I don't know... I - " but he cut me off.

"I'm a very direct man and I know what I like and what I want. My question is, what do you want from me? Sex or Love?"

I knew it wasn't love, so I said the most truthful thing I could, and tried to recapture a bit of strength at the same time by sounding more adult about it. "Just a fuck." I blushed at my own vulgarity and I knew he could tell I wasn't accustomed to talking so bluntly.

"Good. That's all I'm willing to give. So I don't wanna hear nothin' about me leaving my wife or anything like that, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good... Now, you a virgin?"

"N-yes... kinda" a bit embarrassed.

He smiled and closed the distance between us, placing his hands on my shoulders. "I figured as much, but don't worry. You're gonna be just fine." And with that he kissed me so good I felt it in my toes. I was complete butter and every bone in my body melted in his arms. I could feel his hands slide down my back to my firm, little ass, but it all felt so unreal. After a few moments of dancing our tongues in eachother's mouth, he pulled his lips from mine, leaving me wanting more. "You're a good kisser girl. What else does 'kinda' mean?"

It took me a second to realize what he meant and I blurted out the only thing that came to mind, "I can suck your dick." I immediately flushed and looked to the ground at my crass words. He placed his fingers under my chin and brought me eyes back up to his.

"Don't ever be embarrassed for talking dirty to your lover. It's sexy and you'll find that I really like my girls to be dirty as they can be." I smiled a bit, as his hands found my ponytail and his zipper at the same time. "Now show me how good a job you can do suckin' cock lil girl."

A bit intimidated, but so wet I couldn't back out now if I were on fire, I allowed him to push me to my knees, as he fed me his cock. At first, I held still while he fucked my face in slow, steady strokes, with my hands on his legs for sturdiness. After a few moments, I found my own pace and began moving my head back and forth with increasing vigor. He unbuttoned his pants and began to slide them down to his ankles. It was now that I realized the true size of what seemed to me a massive cock. He was about seven and a half inches long and had a lot of fur around him, more than my brother could every dream. That strong, male musk just drove my intensity and I began to attempt taking Mr. Jones into the back of my throat as my brother had taught me. It was no easy task given his length and girth, and the best I could do was get him to appoint where the tip was hitting just past my tonsils. I quickly began to use my hands to jack the rest of that beautiful dick. 

The whole time, I could hear him moan, even over my own loud breathing and groaning. His hand rested on my ponytail, helping me steer up and down his fuckpole, while slipping my tongue around his meat and trying to maintain suction on him. I was literally so wet, I could feel tiny rivulets of my juices dribble down my legs. My panties were that soaked.

I tried my best to keep in mind everything I'd been taught. My mouth was filled with saliva, my tongue constantly moving over every part of foreskin that came into my mouth, and the firm, but not to hard sucking that was required to make a man deliver that searing hot cum into my waiting little mouth. Mr. Jones had a tight grip on my ponytail, keeping the pace of my mouth on his cock whenever I showed signs of slowing. Every once in awhile, he would loosen up just enough to let me flick my tongue over the tip and use both hands to stroke his meat. Here I was, on my knees with my daddy's best friend burying his dick in my mouth like I was a common whore, and I loved it. He was so strong and confident. He didn't chat me up or try to make dumb small talk the way boys at school did, or pervos at the mall. He was what he said he was... direct. A man who knew what he wanted. And that's when I heard something that would open my floodgates now and forever. Mr. Jones began to show me what real dirty talk was.




A Teenage Rake



"I knew you were out there fucking all those boys. As soon as you turned 18, I told you mother you'd turn out to be a slut. And here you are now. Look at you!" I groaned as he pushed into my desperate pussy with one thrust. Slow and deliberate he pulled out to just the tip and then drove it home again, crashing against my cervix hard. 

In that second, I came. I came so hard that I literally blacked out. It must have only been for a moment, as when I managed to open my eyes again, I was still being face fucked by my brother, and my father had picked up his pace of pumping his little girl's cunt full of hard dick, with one hand torturing my tits and the other yanking my shoulder back and forward to match his rhythm. 

The things that came out of both of their mouths would make any sensible person insane. My own father calling me a cocksucking whore, and how I was such a good girl to take her brother and father's cock like a pro. My brother feeding me his dick and demanding I make him cum all over my face. Whore, slut, filthy cunt, dirty bitch, and these were just a few of my favorite ones. With each word, my passion grew and my pussy released a steady torrent of juices to soak my father's cock.

After what seemed like an eternity of my father's cock pounding my muff, and my brother fucking my mouth, they both came inside me. Mike was the first to go, this time not bothering to keep his dick in my throat, but merely filling my mouth with cum and finishing up his load all over my face. This combined with my father's massive tool hammering at my tiny insides caused my second extraordinary orgasm. While I tried my best to maintain consciousness this time around, the walls of my pussy contracted so tight around dad's cock that I knew he couldn't hold out any longer, and with one massive push forward, I felt his hot, sticky cum blast the insides of my pussy, heating up my tummy as he filled me with load after load.

We stayed in our respective positions for a few minutes, catching our breath. With my head resting on Mike's leg, even with my eyes closed, I felt his pole start stiffening again. My instincts took over and I opened my mouth again for my brother. Gently licking his soaked balls and shaft, as I felt my father's huge dick spring up and rub against me dribbling pussy. Both of them had quickly mustered another pair of erect cocks for their little girl, and I must say that as exhausted as I was, with every joint in my body aching, and my jaw completely dislocated, my arousal at the though of more of the same pounding spurred me on. 

I sat up a bit and began sucking on Mike's cock in earnest again, but soon stopped by a rough hand pulling my hair back. "You've had enough of his cock in your mouth. I think it's time your brother got some of this sweet little cunt." I could barely nod in agreement. Whatever they wanted, whatever they needed, I didn't give a shit, as long as they didn't stop putting those cocks in me. "Straddle your brother and show him what he's been missing all these years." Without hesitation, I pushed myself off the floor and laboriously climbed onto the couch, placing a leg on either side of Mike. Dad had stretched me out enough that Mike was able to effortlessly slide his long, thick cock inside my little pussy. It didn't take long for me to get my second wind. 

Like a bitch in heat, I was grinding and grunting, pushing down and bouncing off my brother's dick. Neither one of us had the energy to do anything more than fuck and moan, but my father had enough energy for us both. Standing beside us on the couch, I felt my head forcibly turned towards him, and his cock shoved unceremoniously into my mouth. Feeling Mike bottom out into my young quim with every thrust, I could also taste my own cum on dad's dick, and though I didn't think it was possible, I was becoming even more turned on.

Popping my mouth of his dick, "Please, daddy! Please put it up my ass! I need it soooooo bad. I just need it soooo bad, daddy. Please!"

Without another word, he hoped off the couch with the energy of a young man, and took his position behind me. A rough hand was placed over my mouth, as his barely lubed cock was slammed straight up my asshole. I screamed in pain, muffled by the palm of his hand, and again fell into black oblivion. What must have been moments later, I woke up from my limp position laying on top of my brother. My small frame being wracked back and forth from the force of my brother pumping his cock into my pussy from below, and my father jackhammering my now stretched ass, as I let out small gasps, the pain in my little butt began to subside after while, and I could feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. 

Dad pulled my head up by my hair and I grunted. "Looks like the little slut's awake." Mike could only groan a response that he was close to cumming. "Cum inside her, boy!" My father relentlessly pumping my butt. "Fill this little whore's cunt with cream boy. That's what she wants isn't it?" He leaned into my ear again. I could feel his breath puffing against my next. 

My mother asleep only two rooms away, with her sound machine spewing out white noise, and her sleeping pills ensuring a night of restful Zs, while out in the living room, her husband and only son used and abused her little girl like a skank hooker. This thought stumbled around in my mind, adding fuel to the fire that my brother was about to drop a load of cum in my pussy, to mix with my dad's earlier explosion, while my own father raped my ass over and over. And though it's what I wanted, I don't think either of them would have stopped if I had bothered to ask them to, and I wouldn't have to be honest.

This total degradation, this whole situation had galvanized me into some magnificent fuck doll to be used over and over again and again by these men that I loved, and their cocks that I craved. 

I was only vaguely aware of the obscenities pouring from my lips, in between gasps of oxygen. "Yea Mikey! Cum in me. Cum inside my little pussy! I'm your little cum whore!" And that was it, I felt my brother spread and cover his seed all over the inner walls of my hot, tight cunt. 

Biting into my neck as hard as he could (I would later have teeth marks that wouldn't go away for almost a solid week), and pumping endless amount of spooge into my tiny hole. It drove me over the edge. I had a small orgasm, small compared to the others I had had this evening, but nothing compared to the one I felt building in me as my father fucked my butt. He came forever, pushing me closer and closer to the cum I needed so badly. It was that driving need in me to have my father cum inside my ass at the same time I climaxed that spurned on my dirty talk.

"Oh Fuck, Mikey! I love that jizz in my little bald pussy!!!". I squealed as I turned to look over my shoulder. My father had a look of pure, animal lust on his face, and it drove me mad. "Fuck me daddy! Slam my tiny butt!!! " I panted wildly, "Fuck that little ass daddy! It's all yours! Both of yours, whenever you want! Whatever you want!" I grunted louder and louder, trying to force Daddy to cum with me, and my pussy was about to explode. "

I'll suck your cocks! You can fuck me in my ass anytime you want! I'll fuck you both right at the dinner table! I don't care! I'm your little slut daddy. I'll do whatever you want your little whore to do! I Promise! Just cum inside me please!!!"

Mike could only lay beneath us, trapped, and twisting my nipples as he regained his breath. My father was close. I could feel his balls slapping against me faster and faster as he reamed my asshole. Then he said the one thing that set me off...

"I want you to eat your mom's pussy while I fuck your butt. Will you do that for daddy?"

"YES!!!" 

And I came... hard. I've never been a squirter in my life, but I let loose an entire flood of juices from my pussy that poured in rivers down my legs, drenching Mike, and covering the front of my father's legs and his cock in girly cum. With a loud wail of orgasm, I clamped down on my daddy's dick with my ass muscles, and he to came. Drilling deep into my little, rarely used butthole and drowning my insides with gallons of cum, while growling in my ear like the dog that finally nailed his bitch.

We all three collapsed on the couch. Taking a long time to rest and regain enough energy to move again and untie me, I lovingly took the time to lick both my brother and father's cocks clean of any of our passion before we all headed to bed, after cleaning the wrecked living room.

I made good on my dirty talk though. For the longest time, my brother and father never wanted for a good fuck or blowjob. Many was the night that I had heard my father and mother finish their lovemaking only to have daddy go into the kitchen for a drink of water. Silently sneaking out my bedroom, aware that at any second mom may come, and slipped into the kitchen behind daddy. Within moments, I was licking my mother's cum off of his cock before he would blow his load in my mouth or on my face. Some nights if he was feeling particularly randy, with more energy than he could work off with mom, I'd find myself bent over the kitchen counter with his fat dick pounding one of my tiny little holes until we both came. 

But while my kitchen rendezvous with dad were our special time, Mike was different. There was a sisterly / brotherly love between us, but when we also knew that we just needed to make eachother cum. More often than not, when dad and mom were busy, Mike and I would steal moments where he could fill my sweet body with cum. Poor daddy didn't get nearly as much fucking with his little girl as Mike did, mainly because mom was a sex kitten in her own right, but when we did get together, just the two of us, or the rare occasion when all three of us were able to sneak off together, I got to play my favorite role in the whole world... 

The family whore.