3 comments/ 168744 views/ 48 favorites A Sure Bet By: abnormal_libido "Shut up, you stupid prick," Jimmy laughed, not taking his friend of nearly 25 years seriously. "Presley's as pure as the first snow of the season." "All I'm saying is Aimee swears Robbie was braggin' the other day about how he got all the way with her...and got it on tape." "Duke, my baby girl is leavin' in two weeks for Rice. Why the hell would she blow a full ride to one of the finest academic schools in the country for some pimply, needledick?" He grinned, triumphantly and took a big swig from his 6th beer of the night. Presley Adamson was Jimmy's 18-year-old stepdaughter that he had known since she was a year old. He met her mother Ellen while she was putting herself through school, after the guy took off when he realized he wasn't ready to be a dad. "Well, Jesus, man! I mean, you have *seen* Pres, haven't ya?" Drew grinned with eyes closed as he pretended to picture her. "Good Lord, if I'd been with her as long as Rob has, I'd wanna hit that, too!" Jimmy jumped across the table and grabbed his close friend by the collar. "Don't you fuckin' disrespect me like that!" "Woah, fellas," Duke said, pushing the two guys apart. "Ya'll just had too much to drink." Drew put his hands up in apology and tossed his chin-length, dirty blonde locks back from his forehead. "I wasn't tryin' to dis ya, big guy. I was just saying Pres is not a girl who would be hard pressed to..." "Alright, alright, I think the man gets your point." Looking back at a stone-faced Jimmy, he smirked and thought 'aw, what the hell?' "Duke, if you're so convinced that Pres is the good girl you think she is, then why don't we make it interesting?" Jimmy, Drew, and Duke had been friends since their freshman year at the University of Arizona. Jimmy was a defense attorney, while Duke and Drew ran the largest corporate fitness center in Scottsdale. Reluctantly tearing his glare from Drew, he asked, "How do you mean?" "Well, I'm so confident of this video my Aimee is talkin' about that I am willing to place a friendly little wager on it." This wasn't the first bet these three had made before, and he smiled, thinking of how sweet it would be to win another one. "Okay, what's the stakes?" "If we're right and prove to you that Pres ain't a virgin anymore, then Drew and I get one night with her," he said glancing sideways at Drew, who was grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of getting his dirty old hands on some hot eighteen-year-old pussy. Jimmy laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. "Okay," he managed to get out between gulps of air. "Okay, but what do I get when you can't?" Drew decided to step up. "Season tickets to all the home games for the Suns, D-backs, and Cards. Two full seasons each." Duke let out a long whistle. "That's a helluva deal, Jim-bo. Whatcha think, partner?" Jimmy smiled and held out his hand. "I promise I'll bring you guys with me to one game a piece." And with a wink, he grabbed his coat and staggered away to call a cab. ONE MONTH LATER DUKE JANSEN RESIDENCE "Shit!" The 6'4" lawyer exclaimed, pounding his fist down on the coffee table as he picked up his beer again. "If they keep playin' like this, we'll be 5 games back after this series." "Take it easy, J. We got our 3/4/5 comin' up in the next half." "They haven't come through all night though, have they Drew?" He glared at the commentators on the screen as they showed the bullpen gate opening up. "You gotta be shittin' me! This guy hasn't held anyone since Duke has!" Raking a hand through his unruly brown spikes, Duke chuckled. "Hey, I'm not the one with the ball-and-chain permanently strapped to my ankle." Jimmy smirked. The guys just didn't understand that, despite being married for nearly 16 years, Ellen was still a fucking tomcat in the sack whenever he wanted it. "Yeah, well, I need another drink if they're gonna actually gonna pitch this waste of a jock." Drew watched as he disappeared into the kitchen and grinned at his partner in crime. "It's here, right?" "Shhhh!" Duke said, popping the tape into the VCR and grabbing the remote. "Course it is, man. He is gonna shit his pants when he sees this." "Better be damn glad he's gotta six-pack in him." Duke prayed silently that it would be enough to keep his large friend from beating the two of them senseless. Jimmy returned to the den and plopped himself down in the recliner, sighing heavily. The sounds of flesh on flesh caught his attention and his eyes snapped to the screen. Drew and Duke exchanged nervous glances as they studied their friend's reaction. "Jesus, guys, I told you watching porn with other dudes gives me the creeps." He was about to reach for the remote when he heard the girl moan. "Rob-BIE!" the blonde screeched. Her partner had his nose buried deep in her pussy while she bucked in rhythm to the sucking noises they could hear. Her head thrashed about from side to side and she opened her big, brown eyes to the camera. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Jimmy jumped up from his seat and looked to his left at Duke. He stood up and attempted to snatch the remote from his hand. "Hey man, you said you wanted proof." Duke turned back to the screen as the boy moved up her body before violently forcing his cock in balls-deep. The three men sat mesmerized as Robbie's grunts filled the room. "God, Pres—I—I don't think." The speed of the slapping noises increased. "I can't hold—hold on—much lon—." He grunted and grabbed her hair with both hands, making one last explosive thrust before collapsing on top of her. Duke hit the power button and looked up at the man towering over the big screen with a look of utter devastation on his face. He looked at Drew who was still staring at the now black TV, a mischevious smile plastered across his stubbled mug. "I-I can't believe she would do that." "Jimmy, come on, big guy." Duke said standing up to put his hand on his shoulder. "We were that age once, too, man. It's just sex." "Time to pay up, Jim-Bo." Drew laughed, finishing off his drink with one last gulp. He spun around and Duke could have sworn he saw smoke coming out of his ears. "You really fucking think I would let you two TOUCH my daughter?" Drew stood and, despite being a couple inches shorter than Jimmy, bowed up to him. Duke was shocked that Jimmy didn't try to throttle him right then and there. "I seem to remember losing a bet to you about a year ago that cost me my courtside seats at the Suns/Lakers game." "That's a goddamn game, man! This is my little girl." "Step-daughter," he snorted. "It ain't like she got your blood in her." "You son-of-a...!" Jimmy went to punch him, but Duke caught it and pinned his arms behind him (which was no small feat, but being 6'7 and spending 10-12 hours a day at a gym helped). "Calm it down, guy. Drew is right. A bet's a bet. You knew the consequences." His head began spinning, and it had nothing to do with the beer in his hand. He knew that they were right. Drunk and stupid though it had been, he had made the deal. What the hell was Presley thinking letting that little punk fuck her AND record it? And, how the hell could he convince her to spend the night with two guys in their mid-forties? "Okay," he said, hanging his head and defeat. Jimmy rubbed his temples in thought. "Give me a couple days, and I will figure out a plan." Drew patted him on the back. "I know it's rough, but it's not like we're thugs or anything. I've known Pres since she was in diapers and I'd never hurt her." Again, he nodded but said nothing. "One week, Jim. If we don't get her in one week, well....I will give this tape back to Aimee who said she needed to give it back to Robbie. The boy wants to put the fucking thing on the damn internet!" Jimmy looked at Duke in horror. "Hey, if you come through, then anyone who so much as thinks of exposing Presley with this will have to face Drew and me first. They'll wish they were never born." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "One week then." THE FOLLOWING SATURDAY 8:45pm Jimmy had just experienced the worst four days of his life, and tonight wasn't going to be any better. Drew's wife, Janice, and Ellen had left yesterday morning for their annual girls-weekend to LA, and would not be flying back in until tomorrow afternoon. Robbie had left that morning for Tucson to move into UA athletic housing with the rest of his baseball teammates. Presley was sad, but she had known the day was coming. In an act designed to make it look like he wanted to take her mind off being away from the boy he had come very close to murdering with his bare hands a few days before, Jimmy asked Presley to stick around the house for pizza and baseball. He thanked his lucky stars that none of her girlfriends had invited her over first when she reluctantly accepted. So, here they sat watching the D-backs taking it to the Dodgers on their field, laughing and waiting for the pizza. When the doorbell rang, she sprang from the recliner and went to answer it. "UNCLE DREW!" she exclaimed, throwing her bare arms around his neck in a surprise greeting. The trainer's eyes went wide in shock as he took in the sight in front of him. Pres stood nearly eye-level with him (though that wasn't saying much since he was only 5'10) in a pink tank top, the word "HOUSTON" scrawled across her sizeable chest in black, and long, grey mesh basketball shorts. "Hey, baby girl," he whispered and returned the fierce hug, noticing that she was braless before moving inside the house. "Uncle Duke!" She reached to hug him a little more gently than she had with Drew. He grinned at her and held out two pizza boxes. "What? Did the delivery guy meet you guys out here?" she asked, a little confused by the situation. "No, Pres, your Dad said if we wanted free beer then we had to buy the grub," he chuckled. "Dad!" she hollered at the man who had joined them as they walked into the kitchen. "You didn't tell me they were coming over, too." "Well, I thought it would be a good surprise since you had such a tough day," he said, giving the best fake-genuine smile he could muster. "Yeah, Pres," Duke started. "When we heard you were leaving on Wednesday for Texas, we decided we couldn't let you go without hanging out with us one last time." She smiled shyly at the sudden attention and handed them all a paper plate. "I just can't believe it's here already. It seems like just the other day Uncle Drew was helping Dad build the swing-set out back for me to play on." Jimmy pulled out four beers and set them on the counter. "Yeah, that thing had definitely seen better days." They laughed and Pres was a little shocked when they left the last bottle for her. "You're okay with me drinking this?" She looked at Jimmy and he just nodded and walked back into the den. Drew and Duke stood on either side of her as they followed. "You're a college girl now, Pres. Circumstances are a little different." Jimmy heard what Drew said, knowing she had no idea what was in store for her tonight. A couple of days earlier when he was talking to his two buddies about how they would be able to coax her into sleeping with the two of them, they had agreed that the only way it would be even remotely possible would be to have a threesome. Jimmy was, of course, beside himself at the idea of his Presley being taken by two grown men at the same time. But, he also knew that it was highly unlikely, given the timetable they had, to have her seduced on two separate occasions. Then, there was the matter of if she would be willing or not. And, that's why he had decided that he would not leave her alone for one second throughout the ordeal, just in case it got out of hand. Her close "bond" with Robbie, along with her Methodist upbringing would hardly make this an easy task, Jimmy thought again for the millionth time as he unlocked the liquor cabinet and brought out 4 shot glasses and two bottles of Jack. Presley looked up from her plate of pepperoni pizza to where her Dad was setting up on the coffee table. Surely, this wasn't to include her, but there *were* 4 glasses! "Daddy J?" she asked, using the term of endearment she had been asked to use since her mom had married him almost 16 years before. "Banzaii baseball!" whooped Duke, clapping his hands together loudly as if he had no idea they would be engaging in a drinking game. "God, how long has it been since we played this? Oh, Pres, you will love this," he laughed. "Love what? Is this what I think it is?" Drew nodded. "We used to play this all the time, baby girl." He watched as she tied her long, sandy blonde hair back in a loose ponytail, tucking her feet underneath her in the spot where she sat on the floor. "You do a shot for every base reached on a hit. And, you only do it for the team you're pulling for." "So, what? Like, if a guy gets a single, that's one shot, a double is two, and so on?" "Yep. And if you can't finish all the shots or," he smiled over at Jimmy who just sat there on the recliner, trying not to feel disgusted at what was happening, "can't keep it down, well...Then you have remove a piece of clothing." Presley's jaw dropped. "W-what? I thought ya'll played this all the time? Why would guys want to play stri--?" Duke laughed, understanding what she must have been thinking. "No, no. We only play these rules when there are girls around because we know that's the only way we can be sure they'll actually do the shots." She sighed in relief, pushing away the disturbing image she had in her head of Daddy J sitting there naked with Uncle Drew and Uncle Duke. "Well, trust me, I won't be taking off any clothes. That's just weird to do in front of you guys, but I see what you mean about making sure everyone plays," she smiled brightly. "I'm in!" 10:15pm Jimmy walked back into the den where Presley sat next to Duke on the sofa, still watching the game, now in the top of the 9th. Her right leg, toned and tanned from days spent out in the sun on the softball field, was bent at an angle to her body so that she could continue painting her toenails a bright pink. So far, the D-backs had managed a single and a double, but that was more than two innings before. She had downed the shots awkwardly but managed to keep them down, in between another slice of pizza and another bottle of brew. Duke was leaned back with one arm stretched behind her back as he pointed at the big screen, laughing with Drew about something the commentator had said. They were all a little buzzed but, being used to this much alcohol consumption, still fully aware of themselves and their surroundings. "Dammit!" Pres swore, looking up sheepishly as she noticed Jimmy's presence. "Sorry, Daddy J, but that's," she wobbled a little on her hip trying to regain her balance to finish the toe. "That's....I keep missing the toe," she laughed, slightly disoriented. He turned his head towards the sound of Drew chuckling. The man made no attempt to hide the fact that he was enjoying looking down her tank top as she sat hunched over her foot. "OH!" Duke reached for the bottle of whiskey. "Another single for the good guys!" He lined up the four shot glasses, filling each up to the brim. They clinked them together and raised them in the air together. "One, two, three!" She set her glad down and proceeded to fan and blow on her toes to dry them off, but nearly fell of the couch. Duke reached out, grabbing her around the waist to pull her back onto the plush green couch. "Guess the shots are finally catching up to me," she said joining in on their chuckling at her little predicament. 'I can't believe I'm sitting here getting wasted with my dad and his friends like its no big deal. How cool is this?' she thought to herself, grinning. "Here, Pres, give me those," Duke said reaching for her feet and pulling them into his lap, ignoring her shocked protests. He blew gently on the right toes as he massaged the sole of her foot. She looked at him with her mouth open, not sure if she should let him continue or not. Her other foot rested in his lap, and she tried not to gasp as she felt something hard against it. "Uncle Duke, you really don't have to—." Presley wanted to get up, but the last thing she wanted was to embarrass him. Jimmy pretended to be caught up in the game and not on the hard-on he could see growing in both his friends' shorts as one ogled while the other fondled his only child. "All the Dodgers need to do is get these last two outs and they will have pulled off one of the biggest comebacks of the season," said the commentator excitedly. Drew pushed the hair back out of his eyes, feeling as though the room had just gotten twenty degrees warmer. He felt that familiar twinge in his basketball shorts and prayed that his friend would come through, and he would get a chance to relieve himself that night the way he had fantasized about since the bet was made. "Hey, baby girl, did Jimmy ever tell you about the time he went streaking with Uncle Duke over there?" "WHAT?" she said, trying not to giggle and press against his erection again. "When was this?" Jimmy blushed at the memory and gave Drew a menacing glare. "Well, since you're an adult now, I guess I can tell you the story. It was our first semester in college, and we had a little bit more than we could handle, as far as the alcohol goes." She nodded, completely enraptured by this new knowledge. "Face it, boys, you two were trashed and lost a stupid bet! The slightly gay RA would've had them arrested but I think he got a little intimidated when he saw two 8-inch limp cocks bobbing in front of him...GO! GET OUTTA HERE BALL!" Drew shouted, jumping from his seat on the recliner as he watched the ball sail over the fence and Young round the bases. Pres and the others cheered as this put their team up by one run. Then, she suddenly realized she would have to do 4 shots. "Fill 'em up, Jim-Bo!" Jimmy passed off the first two rounds before opening the second bottle to fill up the third. "You alright, baby girl?" Drew asked as she went pale looking at her glass, refilled yet again with the warm, caramel colored liquid. "Y-yeah, I just...I don't know if I can keep anymore down." The three men glanced at one another knowingly before Duke rubbed her back gently. "Pres, you don't have to keep going if it's gonna make you sick." She whipped her head around to stare at him, then wished she hadn't as the room began to sway around her. Grabbing her head to still the spinning, Presley reminded them of the rules they gave her. She knew she should be mortified at the thought of taking off her clothes in front of her dad and two men who were practically family, but at that point she was feeling so out of it that doing anything but taking another drink sounded like heaven. "You can always finish the drinks if you don't want to strip, sweetie," offered Jimmy, praying that she would finish off the last two. "I-I don't...," she picked up the glass, squinting at it as if to focus. "I'll throw-up." "Well then," Duke started, pulling Presley up to a standing position. "That's two you didn't finish off. Which means, two items of clothing." She looked up at him, her big, chocolate-colored eyes somewhat bleary from all the alcohol. Then, she turned her attention to the only man in the room who was looking at anything but her. "You okay, Daddy J?" she asked, with a lazy smile and struggled to maintain her upright position. "Huh?" He glanced at her for half a second before staring at the TV screen again, pretending to be totally caught up in the Dodgers' last at-bat. "He's fine, Pres, it's no big deal. It's not like we haven't all seen you naked before, remember?" Jimmy looked at Duke like he was out of his mind, but quickly realized he meant when she was a toddler. Not, the woman on the porn video that had put him in this predicament. A Sure Bet Ch. 02 This is part 2 of a work-in-progress. You need to go back and read Part 1 to understand what is going on in this story. * Within minutes of getting sucked into heavenly oblivion by the tall blonde student-athlete he used to help with her homework, Duke was rock hard again. He looked to Drew who had just disposed of his first rubber for the evening. "You ready for part two, man?" Jimmy stared at the two of them in horror. "She's passed out, you fuckin' maniacs!" "Would you rather her be completely aware of everything that's going on here, Jim?" Duke searched his friend's eyes, watching as the anger turned to sadness. He was submitting. Drew grabbed two more condoms from the box on the polished oak coffee table, handing one to the guy he had been working six days a week with since they graduated college twenty years before. Leaning over Presley as the two men prepared their next assault on her body, he gently pulled the golden strands from her sweat covered brow and placed a small kiss there. He then retreated to his recliner so he could watch over her and took a few deep breaths as his erection continued to tent his mesh shorts. Duke lifted the top half of her body so he could lie down on the couch beneath her. He then positioned the girl so that she was straddling his "ribbed and lubed for her pleasure" cock. Reaching between their bodies, he found her slit and began rubbing two fingers up and down to find the right spot for insertion. He reached her cunt and grabbed his cock, thrusting it forcefully up and in. Listening for her response and hearing nothing, he firmly gripped her hips and helped her grind against him as he began thrusting his ten inch rod deeper and deeper. Had it not been for his friend's earlier entry into her walls, she would probably be screaming. He smiled thinking about how he was going to make her do just that before he left. Finding the lube, Drew moved to his knees behind the girl as she was unwillingly impaled again and again on his friend's enormous dick. Presley could feel something hot building up inside her, but she didn't understand it. Robbie had not felt like this, had never reached this deep. He was pulling her deeper and deeper down on him. Her insides burned as they were pushed further than they had ever been before and there was something...it was hitting something...her body was going to explode, and he kept pulling on her. "Yeah, baby, it's okay," he panted as she slowly regained consciousness and bounced her up and down on his dick like a rag doll. "Damn, you feel so fucking good." Duke latched onto the closest nipple that sprung into view, making her whimper. She began grinding back, trying to build on the pleasure that was coming from the pain. Her moans got louder, as her eyes remained shut tight. This was a dream she didn't want to wake from...and then something began pushing on her asshole and she screamed. Presley was awake. Drew stuck one well-lubricated finger into her asshole and put his free hand over her mouth, anticipating the protest. His forearm and elbow pinned her back against his chest as Duke continued fucking her cunt. She groggily shook her head and, again, the tears began. "I'm gonna get in that tight little hole, and you're gonna like it a whole lot if you relax, baby girl. I promise. Just let Uncle Drew take care of you," he whispered and sucked gently on her earlobe even as he inserted a second finger inside her anus. She sought out Daddy J's eyes but he continued to look below her chin at the forbidden sexual adventure that was occurring on his couch. Total abandonment by the three men she thought cared more about her than anyone else in the world. Another finger was in her ass now, pushing harder and deeper. Her body was going to split in half. "Hold her still for a sec, Duke." The man behind her pushed her body down onto the other's chest and lined up for the money shot. "No!" Presley choked out as Drew slowly buried himself in her ass. "Jesus Christ!" Duke felt his friend moving slowly in and out of the young, bronzed beauty helplessly sandwiched between them. This was the first time he had ever participated in a MFM threesome and the sensations were so intense he thought his balls were going to burst right then. With each recoil from Drew's thrusts, she involuntarily was impaling herself onto Duke's dick. Soon, they would build to a rhythm in which he could take part. Jimmy watched the metamorphosis from little girl to slut as her cries again turned from those of pain to pleasure. She didn't want it, but her body was betraying her as these two grown men used her as a fuckdoll. As Presley panted and grunted, his hand was back in his pants. Drew started to pick up his pace and looked up to find the "father" of the girl he was screwing playing with himself. "Hey, Jim-Bo," he panted between thrusts. "She wants you, man." Jimmy tore his eyes away from her ass to glare in confusion at the man speaking—his stroking continued. "What?" "Look at her." Forcing himself for the first time to look into her eyes, he stared at her. "She hasn't stopped looking at you this whole," he plunged deeper, as if to emphasize his point. "Time." 'She wants my dick?' Jimmy asked himself. He thought about what a good student and athlete she had become. How hard she had worked for everything and how disciplined she'd always been. And, then he remembered how she was ready to throw all that away for a good fuck from some asshole who didn't care enough about her to stay. Presley could hear her "uncle" talking but she was too busy concentrating on the simple act of breathing to process his words. She opened her eyes momentarily to see Daddy J rise from his recliner and pull the longest cock she had ever seen from his shorts. Her breaths quickened and her heart began to race as she wondered what would have made him do such a thing. "Daddy J?" It came out a hoarse whisper. One she meant as a question and protest, but one he took as an invitation. He reached down and grabbed her disheveled ponytail. Taking one step closer, he pressed the head of his eleven-inch penis against her soft, pale lips. She refused him entry and he grew enraged. Jimmy reached under her sweat-soaked body and twisted her right nipple as hard as he could. When she screamed, he drove his rod down her throat and she nearly vomited around it. He held her head tight as he got about 3 inches from the base of his cock before shoving it in again. The feel of her tongue on the underside of his shaft made his toes curl. Duke watched this sudden turn of events in amazement as another man's balls flapped around in his face. He was disgusted, but turned on at the sight of Presley's swollen cheeks as she was thrown in three different directions on top of him. Slapping her ass, Drew smiled at what this night was becoming for "Princess Presley". He pounded as hard as he could in opposition to Jimmy while she ricocheted between their dicks. Presley's sphincter muscles were clinching around him rhythmically and he knew she was about to cum. He increased in speed and his balls tightened as they prepared to release his seed again. Jimmy was in heaven and, after the stroking he had given himself, knew he was about to burst. He clenched her hair tighter and began violently moving himself deeper down her throat when he heard a woman scream. All three men stopped moving. There, under the archway that led to the kitchen, stood Ellen staring at them as she clutched suitcase handle in her right hand. "What the hell is going on here?" she yelled, cemented to that one spot as if moving forward was like stepping into fire. Jimmy pulled out, trying to stuff his glistening dick back into his shorts with what little integrity he had left. Drew yanked from her ass and stood, quickly discarding his condom before fishing for his shorts. They ran after her as she shuffled away as fast as possible to the kitchen and grabbed for her cell phone. "Stop, Ellen!" Jimmy shouted, grabbing it out of her hand and pinning her down to the breakfast table. She fought against him and Drew came up behind them to hold her legs down. "Why are you back so early?" he yelled, spittle flying into her eyes. She looked from her husband to Drew. "Your WIFE, Janice, had a work emergency and needed to come back early. I didn't want to stay there by myself." From the other room came the unmistakable sounds of flesh on flesh and Presley moaning. Jimmy leaned in close and smelled the pungent aroma of alcohol on Ellen's breath. Her eyes were growing heavier by the second as she came down from her adrenaline rush. He looked up at Drew and grinned. "Looks like she made the most of the flight back home. She's drunk." "Oh, really?" Drew couldn't believe their luck. He thought for sure, when he saw Ellen in the hall, that he would be losing his own wife that night. She and Ellen were as close as sisters and there's no way she could have kept this from her. But now...maybe there was a way out. "I am not." Ellen tried to look furious, but it just came across as tired. Another moan, this time male in sound, emanated from the living room along with a scream. "Who's in there?" she slurred. Jimmy and Drew exchanged glances as relief washed over them. "Drew got a hooker to celebrate the one-year anniversary of his divorce." He reached down between his wife's legs to cup her mound through her tight black yoga pants. As her eyes went shut at the sensation, Jimmy motioned for Drew to grab the long dishtowel hanging over the sink. She tried to fight him, but was no match for her husband's strength. "I told Drew to find one that looked exactly like you because I was tired of hearing Duke talk about how much he wanted to screw my wife. Things just got outta hand." His fingers found her waistband and he gently moved them down until they were massaging her clit. "I missed you, baby." Drew tied the dishtowel around her eyes before she could open them. When Duke heard the other two go after Ellen, he took the opportunity to finally get on top of Presley. He forced her on her back and pulled her legs up so that her knees were thrown over his shoulders, and he sank into her again. Pressing with all his weight, he leaned over her plunging his cock as deep as he could as she cried out. Before Presley realized what was happening, she was on her back and Uncle Duke was draping her legs in an extremely unnatural position. Her knees were touching her ears as he forced himself deeper than anything she had ever experienced. She could feel the tip of his head hitting something deep inside her and it was stirring up a new type of excitement. "You feel that, angel?" Duke pounded on it again to make sure she did. "That's your cervix." She moaned as her back began involuntarily arching towards him, drawing him in further. "It's too big." "Yes it is." He smiled maliciously, and nipped at her throat. "But," he paused to lick the sweat from her chest to chin, "That's what will make this so memorable." He could feel it opening under his ministrations, and drove down again as she screamed. Her cervix was pinching his head as he entered her womb and he prayed the condom hadn't come off. "I'm gonna pop your inner cherry, sweetheart," he moaned softly as more tears rolled down her cheeks. As she lay writhing beneath him, experiencing an orgasm only a small group of women get to experience in a lifetime, he felt his climax growing out of control. With just five more rapid thrusts, he came and collapsed on top of her body (still bent at an awkward angle) letting his dick soften inside her womb before pulling out. Duke was cleaning himself up as Jimmy walked into the living room carrying his wife who was half-naked and blindfolded—not to mention sucking face like there was no tomorrow. When the two of them passed him and headed up the stairs, Drew entered and looked over at Presley who was down for the count on the couch, her juices flowing out of her pussy and staining the couch. "Jimmy just upped the ante," he said as his friend leaned over to grab his shorts, handing him the duffle bag. "What?" "Ellen was gonna tell my wife, man." Duke didn't seem surprised by this and waited for him to continue, but instead he picked up the girl and tossed her over his shoulder caveman-style. "They have a video camera set up in the bedroom, and he said that we can have some more fun...with Ellen." "You're kidding!" Drew chuckled as they made their way up the staircase to the master suite. "Nope. There's no way she'll call Janice if he has proof that she fooled around with other men...including her best friend's husband. I told him that if he did this, I would give him both copies of the tape." Duke shook his head in disbelief of his good fortune. He had been dreaming of fucking the lights out of Ellen since he first met her, and now he was finally gonna get to see them come true. When they entered the room, Jimmy was on top of Ellen and they were on the floor dry humping with their clothes still on. Drew placed Presley carefully on the bed and went to retrieve another blindfold and three more therabands from the bag, along with the vibrator and a sock. He put the silky black mask over her eyes (even though she was out like a light) and tied her arms together over her head to one of the rails on the mahogany headboard. After placing the sock in her mouth to keep her mute, he moved down to her legs, sucked on her oversized nipples and felt her up to make sure she was truly out. She was. He then proceeded to tie the band around each ankle before securing them to the bedposts, pulling them unnaturally apart. Meanwhile, Jimmy had removed his and his wife's clothes before demanding she get on all fours. "Baby," he whispered while Duke put on a condom and began stroking her ass while massaging her nipples. She had no idea it was him. "Remember that fantasy you talked about of getting fucked by one of my friends while I watched?" She gasped as Duke's hand reached around to her mound and cupped it roughly. "Y-yes, I remember." Her heart began to race as she wondered if he was about to say what she thought. Then she felt a finger inside her and, this time, Jimmy's voice came from in front of her. It couldn't be him. "Hey, Ellen." She whipped her head around instinctively, but the towel prevented her from seeing who was behind her. "Duke?" He pressed another finger inside her and pulled roughly at her long, curly brown hair. "Oh my God." Rocking back into his hand to draw him in further, her mouth fell open and she began panting. Jimmy seized the opportunity by shoving his cock firmly down her throat. Drew had grabbed the camera and was filming the action up close, getting an extreme close-up as Duke pulled his hand out and drove his stiff cock up her pussy for the first time. Jimmy felt more than heard her scream around his dick and shoved it harder in retaliation. Her forehead was creased with pain and he realized she must not have been completely wet. Just like her daughter, he thought, this little fuck slut will learn to enjoy what she wanted all along. Her tongue was working him over and she sucked in her cheeks around him making his toes curls. Duke worked his long shaft in hard and deep, knowing fully well that Ellen was nowhere near aroused enough to accommodate his size without severe pain...but he didn't care. He was living out the raunchiest fuck fantasies of his life and he wanted to do it the way *he* wanted. Ellen felt him get balls deep inside of her as her walls burned in pain with each brutal thrust. Her face was inflamed in streaks of hot tears that were immediately soaked up by the rough towel that was ensconcing her eyes. Dammit if it was not the most erotic and pleasure-filled experience of her life! She could already taste her husband's precum leaking from his tip as she teased it with her tongue each time he pulled out. Jimmy grabbed the back of her head and shoved himself as far as he could, watching her cheeks and throat expand in a completely unnatural manner. He was fucking her head and watching her gasp for air as she was being violently pounded from the other end. He and Duke had found a rhythm and he knew it wouldn't be long before they would both explode. Drew moved from filming Duke's monster, the condom now glistening with Ellen's slut juice, pounding the shit out of her pussy to her nipples being cruelly twisted and pulled by the man who was finally going to get to cum that night, Jimmy. He moved the camera quickly over to view the deathly still "Princess-in-waiting" on the bed before catching the big action. Jimmy began panting and grunting like a caveman. He quickly pulled his dick from Ellen's mouth and proceeded to stroke his cock twice before spewing about a pint of pearly goodness all over her face and breasts. Before she could reach up to clean it off, Duke grabbed both of her arms, pulling them sharply up and back to fuck her deeper. He grimaced and growled before giving 5 more furious poundings and collapsing on top of her. Even as he laid there, crushing her into the thick carpet (that was now absorbing Jimmy's fresh semen from her chest) his hips continued to work his slowly deflating cock inside her. He brushed her lush curls back from her face. "Was that good for you baby?" Her reply was a quick laugh that came out more like a sob. The three men looked at each other and smiled. "She has other fantasies, too, ya know." Jimmy reached to take the camera gently from Drew who was still focused in on Ellen's form as she was still involuntarily scooting her hips back to meet Duke's soft thrusts. "Ellen has never," he looked at Drew to make sure he had his attention, before turning his glance on the sleeping girl, "been with another woman." END PART 2 A Sure Bet "Yeah. Okay." She reached under the waistband of her shorts and pulled down, the satiny fabric pooling around her ankles. Drew slinked over and planted himself directly behind where she stood in front of the couch. Presley stepped out the material and fell into his lap. "S-sorry!" she giggled, so drunk she didn't notice the erection poking into her lower back. Struggling to pull her tank top off, she stuck out her lower lip and leaned into his chest. "I can't...it won't come," she pulled again, but her arms wouldn't cooperate. Presley felt two large, warm hands against her naked hips, holding her down as another pair pulled the shirt over her head. The top was thrown to the floor, and she sighed as the hands began massaging her back, pressing soft kisses to her neck. She thought about how good Robbie's lips felt and how cozy this was, so close in his arms. Duke moved to sit on the end of the couch, watching his friend nuzzling the young girl's neck and suckling her earlobes. She let her head fall to his shoulder, exposing her throat. He took full advantage as his hands moved from her back to her front and pinched lightly on her protruding nipples. Her breasts overflowed Drew's average size hands, and her large, dark areolas crinkled under his ministrations. Presley moaned softly and turned into his mouth to kiss him, eyes still closed in her drunken haze. Duke quietly kneeled between her legs and reached for the waistband of her black cotton boy-cut briefs. Curling his fingers under them softly, so not to alarm her, he began inching them down her legs one hand at a time and used the other hand to hold her hips up. When they got to her ankles, the reality of having two sets of hands roaming her body brought her out of her daze. "What the...?" She looked from one man to the other. "Uncle Drew?" Scared and confused, she felt her heart begin to race as a sob escaped her throat. "Uncle...Duke?" "Shh, it's okay, honey." Duke reached up to cup her face in his hands, praying the alcohol would help keep her calm. "We're not gonna hurt you. You know that, Pres." Drew began kissing her neck again and murmured softly into her ear. "We wanna make ya feel really good, baby girl." When his breath hit her skin, the tingles it sent through her body forced her eyes shut. "But...." She felt her Uncle Duke pull the panties off her feet and she remembered. "No!" Her brown eyes sought out the only man not paying her any attention. "Daddy J!" His back was turned to them, facing the TV. He couldn't bring himself to betray her by watching, even though the sounds of her moans were making his pants uncomfortably tight. "Presley, it's not a big deal, sweetie." Duke held her hands in his rubbing the backs of them with his thumb in a soothing rhythm. "We know you're a big girl. It's not like you've never done this sort of thing before." She looked at him in confusion. "W-what? I, uh..." Her words were cut off as Drew's fingers found their between her legs. "Oh, G-god." She threw her head back as she sluggishly tried to pull out of Duke's firm grip. "Someone's a little more excited than she let on." He slipped one finger inside while his thumb searched out for that throbbing little piece of flesh. Presley was overcome by the sensation of having a man who she had adored since she was little playing with a secret place only one other person had ever touched...and even then, that had only been once. And, it was in not even close to feeling this good. Her head felt as light as a feather and she couldn't think straight anymore. Duke stood and went to retrieve the small duffel from the kitchen that had all the supplies they had brought for the "special occasion". He returned to find that Drew had spread her legs even further and had at least two fingers buried deep inside of Presley, her head thrown back, panting and grinding against him. As he got closer, he noticed Jimmy sneaking a peek every time Presley let out a moan. He pulled his pants off and stood in front of the girl who was fast approaching her climax. Grabbing her hand, he guided it to his 10-inch, fully pulsing erection. When she made contact, she gasped, her head popping up from Drew's shoulder as he held her to him around her waist. He saw the arousal fading from her cloudy eyes, fear quickly replacing it as her chest began heaving. "Just stroke it, sweetie." A strangled sob made its way to Jimmy's ears and he couldn't help but turn and see what was happening. The sight that assaulted his eyes brought "little Jimmy" to salute. Presley was being slowly, but thoroughly, fingered by Drew as her hand began tentatively pumping the cock whose size was the only one he'd ever seen rival his own in length and girth. The thing that got him, though, were the tears streaming down her face. He forced himself to sit beside them on the couch and cupped her confused face in his hands. All the alcohol had definitely dulled her senses, and he seriously doubted she would remember any of this but it broke his heart to think that she might be scared. "Presley, it's alright. They just want to have a little fun with you." "W-why?" "Well, baby, they know about that tape with Robbie." Her brows furrowed in confusion. "They know you're not a virgin. So, they just want to play with you a little. Show you a good time. That's all." She didn't seem to understand, but the tears had stopped and that's all he cared about right then. This was going to happen one way or another, and he just didn't want her to get hurt. He moved back to his recliner, but kept an eye on things. Just to make sure she was okay, he told himself. Drew pulled his right hand out and licked the three fingers that had been buried inside her. "Damn, Presley, you're sweeter than honey." She was completely mesmerized by what he said and was caught by surprise when his other hand thrust three more fingers inside and began fucking her hard as his right hand toyed with her nipples. As she arched her back at the sensation, she instinctively began pumping Duke's cock faster, feeling a little wetness when she rolled her thumb over the head. "Oh...oh God." Drew had found her clit again with his right hand as his other continued pounding her. Her legs began to shake and waves of pleasure started overtaking her entire being causing her to thrust against his hand, pulling him deeper. "W-what's hap...hap-ning?" "You're getting off, sweetheart." Drew smiled when he realized he was giving her the first orgasm of her life. She rocked harder and suddenly screamed as her body was rocked over and over by her climax. "Holy shit." Duke said, trying to catch his breath as her hand fell off his cock to grab the couch cushion. "Yes, baby." Drew sighed into her ear as he held her through her spastic, body shaking cries of joy. "You like that, don't ya?" "Unh-unh-unh...." Presley moaned again as she continued humping his hand, holding on to the feeling for as long as she could. Jimmy had subconsciously moved his hand under his sweatpants and begun stroking himself at the sight of her rapture. "Duke, hand me a rubber and the band, I've gotta get inside her or I'm gonna cum all over myself." Drew removed his hand from the warm, wet spot between Presley's legs and lifted her off him so that she was lying on her belly facing the armrest on the end of the couch closest to Jimmy. Then, he stood and removed his pants and grabbed a pillow to prop her hips up. Jimmy stopped stroking his cock when he realized that she was watching him with sleepy eyes. "Hi, Daddy J." He realized she was completely wasted with no clue as to what had just happened, let alone what was about to happen. He reached out a hand to smooth her golden bangs back from warm forehead. Duke had finally managed to find the box of condoms and the green exercise band in the bag, handing them to his friend before placing the box on the coffee table and moving to stand with his back to Jimmy so he could get in front of Presley's face. Her eyes had fallen closed in exhaustion, so Duke gently moved her head so that her lips were in position to suck his still throbbing member. Presley felt so good at that moment, that all she wanted was for sleep to come. She couldn't remember why she felt so good, but her thoughts turned to Robbie and how much she loved him. When he came home, she was going to give him the biggest hug and kiss—KISS? Something was pressing against her lips...and someone was putting something soft under her belly. She woke up to take in her surroundings. Her Uncle Duke had his cock on her lips, pushing insistently. And, someone she couldn't see was roughly grabbing and pulling at her hips to get them higher while grabbing her arms and tying something around her wrists so that they were pinned behind her. Then she turned her head slightly to try and move away from her "uncle" when she saw her Daddy J with his hand in his pants. Oh God, this can't be happening, she panicked. She couldn't speak, couldn't move. Presley prayed this was a nightmare, but then she felt two fingers slip inside her most private place, scooping her juices as it pulled back out. Her eyes rose to find her Uncle Duke staring at her with a dark expression she'd never seen. "Just suck it, baby girl. It'll be okay," he kept saying over and over as she tried to shake her head. He had a firm grip on either side of her face and she couldn't pull away. Suddenly something huge and warm was pressing into her pussy and she gasped in surprise. "Fuck, yeah," Drew moaned as he felt her tight cunt grabbing his cock as he slid in a few inches. He wasn't but about 7 inches long, but he was wide enough that most women could barely get their hand around him. As Presley cried out at the painful invasion, Duke seized the opportunity and thrust his cock down her throat making her gag. Her big, chocolate brown eyes nearly popped out of her head at the intrusion and she had no idea what to do. "Damn, she's tight!" He pulled out nearly all the way, until just his head was left in her pussy before pushing again, trying to stretch her without tearing her apart. Tears started streaming down her face as the two men began moving slowly in and out of her orifices. "Jeeeeeeesus, I'm all the way in...," Drew moaned, holding his position deep inside of her. She was so tight he could feel his dick pulsating against her velvet walls. Duke moved his hands so that one was wrapped in her ponytail and the other under her jaw, in case she started to bite. He pulled hard on her hair and began face-fucking her slowly, trying not to choke her as he felt her silent screams in rhythm with Drew's thrusts. When Drew stopped for a moment, he felt her tongue swirl around him as she tried to pull away. She didn't mean to, but as she tried to pull she created a vacuum around him that nearly brought him to his knees. Drew started humping her again slowly and her tongue rolled over Duke's head as it swirled to try and help her get some air. "Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck....," he panted, as he started fucking her face faster. She had nearly brought him to climax with her hand, so he knew he wouldn't last long. But, after seeing the magnitude of her first orgasm, he wanted to feel the vibrations of her orgasmic moans while he was in her throat. An idea popped into his head. "J-Jim?" Jimmy was disgusted when he was brought out of his daze by his friend's voice. He had been close to cumming while watching Pres being fucked against her will by his two best friends. He could hardly keep the bile down at the thought that he had been so aroused. "What is it?" he growled, hoping this little game was nearly over. Duke removed his hand from Presley's jaw to point at the duffel bag. "I need you to get the wand out." "What?" He looked in the bag, confused as to what his friend was asking about. Then, he saw it. About a foot-long, and as thick as his own dick, it was a purple, battery-powered stick with lots of nodules on the end. He turned it on and it whirred to life. He tried not pay attention to his cock which began twitching in his pants, and tried to hand it to the man who was slowly pumping in and out of his little girl's face. "N-no," Duke gritted out, trying his best not to blow his load yet. "Take the pillow out, and rub her with it." His mouth fell open in shock at what his friend was suggesting. "I can't do that." Drew's grunts were getting louder next to him and he looked at Presley's grossly stretched out, tear-stained cheeks. "C'mon, man. I just...want her...to enjoy it, too," Duke panted, keeping her head still as her body was being violently rocked by Drew's vicious thrusts. Jimmy didn't know what to do. He knew that Duke was right and that it would make her feel better, but at the same time this was a sexual act...with his own daughter...well, step-daught—What was he saying? "No! Shit, I can't do that to her." Suddenly he could hear her squealing around Duke's cock as Drew was pounding her slower and harder with each movement, drawing it out for his own pleasure. Fresh tears were spilling down her face, and his heart began to break. "C'mon, Jim," pleaded Duke. "Just do it. You know she'll like it." Jimmy took a deep breath and turned the vibrator on, pulling the pillow out in one quick motion. He reached his hand down to her neatly trimmed curls and could feel Drew's dick moving in and out of her. Jimmy deftly moved his fingers away from his friend to find her hard nub. He tried to tune out everything around him and focus on finding the one thing that would bring her pleasure. Presley was humiliated. She had heard Duke telling her Daddy J to rub her with something. And, then she felt him moving his hand underneath her body, touching her in a place she never wanted him to see let alone touch. This wasn't right and she tried to scream at him to stop but her Uncle Duke kept her silent with his monster cock as another man fucked her brutally from behind. Duke gasped as he felt her suck hard while her back arched. He smiled, and realized Jimmy must have found her clit. He watched as his close friend's arm moved slowly and Presley's eyes squeezed shut. Then he saw the purple stick disappear under her hips. Jimmy had very little trouble finding her pleasure core. He toyed with it a little, his dick standing at attention as he rubbed her moisture over it, lubricating before placing the bumps of the wand's head against it. He began circling it with the stick, watching as her body finally began thrusting against Drew in response. A grin crossed his lips as he realized she was beginning to enjoy it. He remembered seeing her for the first time on that video, fucking the little punk who had the nerve to film his little princess being a whore. It couldn't be that bad for her, thought. If she had just been a good girl, they would not be in this position right now, he told himself as he began pumping his cock again under his pants in time with her gyrations. "God, so good," Drew moaned as Presley met him thrust for thrust. He could feel the vibrator Jimmy was teasing her with and it was torturous. He picked up speed and grabbed her hips and the "reins" he'd created with the thera-band, fucking her as hard and fast as his toned legs would allow. Looking at the man screwing her from the other end, he knew they were both on the verge. Duke's knuckles were white as he twisted her ponytail so that he could get his giant cock deeper and deeper down her throat. "Shit, shit, shit," he chanted as he felt her walls begin to spasm around him. She was cumming and he knew he wouldn't be far behind. Her tears had finally stopped and she could feel that wonderful rush coming over her body for the second time that night. Nothing has ever made me feel so fucking warm, she thought as the two men pounding into her began to speed up. She couldn't stop from moaning as the sensations pulsed through her entire body and she managed to open her eyes long enough to see her Uncle Duke shut his tightly as his mouth hung open like he was trying to catch rain with it. Suddenly she felt something salty and hot spurting in her mouth as he violently bruised her lips with the force of his thrusts. She could feel every pubic hair, as it rubbed her nose and chin raw, and tried not to vomit at the feeling of him emptying himself on her tongue. The last waves of pleasure radiated through her and she heard two people grunting and growling behind her as she passed out on the couch. Jimmy thanked God for condoms as he watched the second man of the night blow his load. He was so close to cumming himself, but he kept rubbing the stick against her until he felt her body begin to go slack. Duke pulled out of her mouth and watched as Drew viciously finished her off less than 5 minutes after he had done the same. He thought about seeing Presley and that tiny dick she dated. Drew and he had watched it probably 20 times each at their respective homes. Each having a copy made to ensure the bet would be paid off, it had a few side benefits. They had decided Drew would get first dibs on her pussy since he was a little smaller than himself...but not by much. The tears Presley cried proved just how small Robbie had been in comparison to the meat that she'd been pounded with tonight. Duke knew that he wasn't as big around as Drew, but his dick was so long that he hoped to pop her inner cherry. His cock was twitching back to life at the thought, and he smiled, stroking it as Drew finally pulled out. Removing the condom and tossing it in the wastebasket, Drew sat back looking at the beautiful ass before him. He turned to look at the man on his right who was slowly removing his hand from his pants, his face dark with arousal. Smirking at the realization Jimmy was getting hot watching his "perfect little angel" getting screwed like a two-dollar whore, his brain started up and went on overdrive as ideas began popping into his mind's eye. This girl won't know what fucking hit her, he thought and began laughing softly. END PART 1