by Cherry Lee
“You eighteen yet?” Dennis asked. “You don’t look like it.”
“Hell, she’s only fourteen,” Frank said. “She’s in my little sister’s class in high school.”
“Teenage pussy spells trouble. Maybe we shouldn’t,” Dennis cautioned.
“Shut up. She’s willing and I’m fucking horny.” Frank pulled Candy’s blouse open, baring her left breast. Miguel did the same on the right. And then both men descended on her small tits, sucking the erect brown nipples into their mouths.
Dennis stopped arguing and moved closer to her knees, running his hands up under the short, pleated skirt. And in the midst of all the attention, Candy closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body lifting into their hands and mouths.
Bob was electrified, frozen in his seat, his eyes riveted on the scene playing out before him. He could join too, become one of the sex-driven frat boys, but for now he was content to watch, while they fondled and suckled his girl.
She was beautiful like that, with her eyes closed and her lips parted--a picture of voluptuous young womanhood. Dennis had burrowed his head underneath her skirt and from Candy’s gasps it was clear what he was doing to her.
“You like this, baby, huh?” Miguel’s voice was a soothing purr as he pinched her nipple between his fingers and nuzzled into her neck. He covered her mouth with his and stole a kiss without stopping his restless plucking of her nipple.
Frank pulled off her other breast with a wet pop. “Fuck this. My cock’s about to burst.” He rose, unfastened his jeans and flipped out his cock, hard and ready for action.
Candy’s eyes opened wide as she stared at the cock only inches from her face. “What do you think I’m gonna do with that?”
“Suck it.”
“No way. What kind of a girl do you think I am?” She managed to sound indignant even while Miguel was twisting her tit and Dennis was foraging under her skirt.
“The kind who likes to get felt up but doesn’t want to put out,” Frank said. “Here I’ll make it easy for you.” He picked up a glass of whiskey and dipped his cock in the amber liquid before holding it out to her again. “You like to drink. Suck off the whiskey.”
Her doe-eyes widened and suddenly she looked every bit the fourteen-year-old who’d gotten in way over her head. “I don’t know…”
He shoved his cock toward her mouth. “Suck, bitch.”
Her cherry-red lips rounded to a circle and she drew his cock into her mouth. Miguel pulled away from kissing her neck to watch his friend’s cock slowly engulfed in that sweetly pursed mouth. “Hot.”
He stood and unfastened his own fly, letting his jeans drop down his lean hips. He picked up Candy’s hand and wrapped it around his brown cock, guiding her hand up and down its length. Candy’s gaze darted from one man to the other. She murmured a muffled protest, but Frank held her head firmly between his hands as he fed her his cock.
Meanwhile, Dennis had emerged from beneath her skirt. He dragged her panties and skirt down her legs so her glistening bare pussy was revealed. He stood and took out his cock, rubbing it fast with his fist while he watched Candy sucking Frank and pumping Miguel.
“She’s got a free hand, bro,” Miguel said. “Use it.”
Candy was as limp as a doll, helplessly giving in when Dennis took her other hand and wrapped it around his cock. Bob stood and moved to a better vantage point where none of the men’s bodies was blocking his view.
Candy sat on the very edge of the couch with Frank in front of her, nearly gagging her as he fucked her mouth, and the others on either side, forcing her to pump their cocks. She whimpered--a soft, sad little sound that wrenched Bob’s heart and simultaneously made him so hard he thought he’d come right then. The image of the used girl was so erotic and so sensual it set his body on fire.
Bob dropped his trousers and joined his friends at last. “Get her on the floor,” he ordered.
Frank pulled out of Candy’s mouth and pulled her to her knees in the center of the floor. Bob moved in behind her so she was surrounded on all sides by men.
“Please, don’t,” Candy whispered in a high, tiny, voice. But she didn’t use her safe phrase so Bob knew it was part of the act.
The men massaged their own cocks, hands moving briskly, fists slapping against their bellies. Candy knelt in the middle, a pathetic little figure, so small and feminine.
Miguel groaned as he came close to the edge. He held out his cock to Candy. “Suck me now,” he demanded and she opened her mouth obediently. He shoved himself inside, grasping the sides of her head and pumping and cursing. When he’d reached the pinnacle, he pulled out and shot his load over her gasping mouth. Spatters of white dripped from her lips and chin.
“Oh, yeah, that’s so hot,” Dennis grunted. He grasped Candy’s head and turned it his way just as he came. He missed her mouth, but slashes of cream decorated her left cheek and eye. He pulled his cock until he was empty, shaking every last drop onto her face. Meanwhile, Frank didn’t bother to turn her around. He shot his load onto the side of her head, streams of cum sliding down her pigtail.
Bob had seen his share of cumshots in video and live at various clubs and parties. But it was a different thing entirely to watch his own special little girl debased like this. He hated it. He loved it. He craved it. Jerking her around to face him, he released with a groan, spraying the side of her face that Dennis had missed, making her blink as his jizz hit her eye.
Candy continued to kneel, whimpering softly, as the men around her caught their breath and came back from the primal place they’d gone. Cum slipped down her face. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips clean, but other than that, she just let it drip. She looked so incredibly hot with her face spattered in semen.
“Don’t have her wipe up. I like to see her like that.” Frank said what they all were thinking. Miguel helped her to her feet and offered her another drink, which Candy drank greedily.
Bob faded to the background again, letting the others carry on the show.
“You did good,” Miguel soothed as he stroked Candy’s hair. “Really sexy, honey.”
“Yeah,” Dennis said. “Why don’t you sit down and have a reward for all your hard work.”
Candy sat on the couch again and Dennis pushed her legs wide apart so the others could watch. He spread her folds with his fingers so everyone could see her flushed pussy and dark entrance. “Isn’t she pretty?”
He bent and proceeded to eat her out, no panties or skirt hampering him this time. The wet sounds of his mouth smacking against her cunt filled the room, and Bob felt his cock begin to stir to life again.
Dennis groaned and nuzzled deep. He loved pussy. And Candy whined and lifted her hips toward him. Her head whipped from side to side against the back of the couch, cum drying on her cheeks. “Oh gosh, that feels so good. More. Please. More.”
When he’d taken her right up to the edge, Dennis pulled away. Candy cried out in disappointment.
“Sorry, not yet. You have to earn more.” He left her gasping and sobbing on the couch and went to refresh his drink.
Candy started to reach for her pussy to finish herself off, but Frank moved her hand away. “Nu-uh. We’ll tell you when you can come.”
She was a beautiful sight, lying there, so miserable in her desperate need to come. Her white blouse was on but unbuttoned, showing her perky little tits. Her pussy and legs were bare, but her anklets and saddle shoes remained on. And her cum-decorated face was twisted in an expression of pain as she held back her orgasm.
All three men looked to Bob for guidance. He’d sworn there would be no penetration unless he allowed it, but he knew they wanted to go farther. Another round of blow jobs wasn’t enough.
“All right, double team her,” he ordered gruffly.
“On the floor, bitch,” Frank growled, always the bully. “On all fours like a dog.”
Candy scrambled to obey. Dennis knelt in front of her and Frank moved behind. He lubed his cock and aimed it at her ass. It hadn
’t taken long for any of them to grow hard again. How could it with the vision of Candy in abject submission?
Frank didn’t hesitate. He spread her ass cheeks wide and placed himself at her small, puckered hole. He prepped it with a little lube, but took no time to ease and stretch the opening with his fingers before drilling into it. His cock was a battering ram and her body had no option but to crumble before it.
As Candy opened her mouth, Dennis filled it with his cock, muffling her cries. The two men were not gentle or careful. They used her hard: Dennis jamming the full length of his cock into her mouth until she nearly choked, Frank ramming every inch of his shaft into her channel.
Bob stepped forward. “Hey.” But he didn’t say anything more. He was too entranced by the horrible, wonderful sight of Candy being fucked with ruthless glee by his friends.
“Fuck. You’ve got yourself a hottie,” Miguel whispered, fondling his cock as he watched.
“Dennis, back off,” Bob said. “Give her a chance to breathe.”
Dennis groaned but obeyed, pulling his cock from her mouth.
Candy gasped for air.
“Are you okay? Do you want them to quit?” Bob asked.
She shook her head, casting a quick glance at him. It was all right, her eyes said. She wanted to continue on with the show.
So he watched silently as Dennis pumped into her mouth until he came and Frank plowed her ass. He gripped her hips and pistoned against her, grunting with every thrust and driving her body forward. He released with a loud cry, shuddering against her.
When the two were finished, they pulled out, leaving Candy on all fours, her head bowed to the floor, her wide-open asshole dribbling Frank’s cum. Bob was rock hard and ready to take Frank’s place behind her.
“I want her pussy. Can I have her pussy?” Miguel begged. “Me underneath her and you coming in from behind?”
“Give her some time to recover for God’s sake.” Bob crouched down beside Candy and drew her hair, which had come loose from the pigtail, away from her face. “Hey, are you all right? Are you sure you want to keep on with this.”
She looked up at him and her eyes were blazing. “This is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever done. It hurts. It’s hard. But I want it. Fuck me some more. I’m begging you.”
“Okay. But afterward I’m going to take care of you my little girl.”
He helped her take off her blouse and she was completely naked now, except for her girlish anklets and shoes.
Miguel lay on his back on the carpet. Candy straddled his hips, easing slow and easy down onto his erection until he was fully engulfed inside her. Miguel’s hands wrapped around her waist.
Kneeling behind her, Bob noted the gentle curve of her spine and Miguel’s brown fingers gripping her. Candy bent over him to lift her rear so Bob could have access to it. He spread lube on his cock and into her hole, but her anus was already wide open from Frank’s entry. It would be easy to slip inside.
He rested a hand on her back and leaned over her to whisper, “Easy, baby, easy. Let me know if it’s too much.” And then he pushed into her.
* * * *
Candy felt like she was on an amusement park ride that went on and on. Her senses were overwhelmed by the room full of testosterone and all that masculine attention focused directly on her. She’d never really gotten the attraction some women had to having a bunch of guys circle jerk and spew on her face. But now she understood it. Being surrounded by horny men and their huge jutting cocks all aiming at her like guns was a big thrill. It made her feel helpless and vulnerable and at the same time powerful. She was the magnet that drew them all, the center point of their compass.
They desired her and wanted to use her, and though there was none of the love and caring that her Daddy gave her, for the moment it was enough. She’d accepted the shower of their cum spattering over her like a benediction, breathing in the earthy scent and tasting it on her tongue.
Then Dennis had spread her wide for all of them to see. Her gaze had traveled from face to face, all of those eyes riveted on her open pussy. She was there for them, a sex object, a thing, but that didn’t bother her. She wanted to be their toy for the night. She wanted to please her Daddy’s friends and make him proud of her.
Dennis had licked her nearly to the edge of coming, his tongue and mouth different from Daddy’s, but good all the same. Just as she was about to climax, he quit and told her to wait. It was hard to hold back, but she did as she was told.
Candy loved how her Daddy had checked with her before he let the men start fucking her. Of course, she’d said yes. She wouldn’t back out now. Frank had been rough on her ass. She’d had anal sex before, but usually with careful preparation. He’d plowed into her so hard, her body burned as it stretched around his impossible girth. And then Dennis had been fucking her mouth, stuffing his cock so deep he choked her. Her nose was buried in the wiry fluff of his public hair.
Candy’s body started to tense up as she fought these twin sensations. They would choke her, make her ass bleed. She couldn’t take so much cock at once. She forced herself to relax, open wide, breathe and allow them to do with her what they willed. The moment her will submitted to theirs, everything became easier. She was an open vessel for the men to fill any way they chose, and God, how she loved that feeling of debasement.
The ramming and pumping went on and on. It hurt. It was uncomfortable. And yet deep inside her she felt a deep thrill rising. She was heading toward orgasm, rising higher and higher on the growing wave. Any second she would come. But suddenly the men were finished and pulling out of her.
Once more Bob gave her the chance to stop it. There was no way she would quit now. Her body was on fire, her ass aching, her hands and knees scraped from the rough carpet, her mouth sore from having so many cocks shoved in it. But she wasn’t finished yet, and so she begged him for more.
The nice guy, Miguel lay beneath her and his long, somewhat slender cock glided easily into her yawning pussy. Then Daddy moved behind her. She felt his hands grip her hips, gentler than Frank, and his cock slip into her sore anus. The ring of muscle was already stretched and he entered easily. Her body squeezed tight around him, pulling him deep. She felt him pressed against her back, heard his heavy breathing near her ear. Below her, Miguel groaned and thrust. And she was pinned between their bodies, between their twin cocks.
The feeling of absolute fulfillment was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. She couldn’t think why she’d never tried this before. Flesh surrounded her and filled her and she lost herself in the strength of the two bodies that cradled her.
First Miguel filled her, then Bob, pushing her back and forth between them. She planted her hands into the carpet on either side of Miguel’s shoulders and held steady while the men pumped and grunted. Her pleasure in giving them pleasure was a powerful thing. I am nothing, merely a collection of holes to fill. They are everything big and strong and powerful. I worship them. I was made for this. Erratic thoughts darted through her mind as the men heaved against her.
Bob began to thrust faster, changing his rhythm and suddenly they both filled her at once as hard and deep as they could. She cried out at the intense pain and in that moment her climax speared through her like a lightning bolt. She screamed, tears pouring from her eyes and her body shuddering from the power of her orgasm. She melted and lost herself in the pounding bodies that claimed her.
For a second, Candy actually lost consciousness from the extremity of her bliss. When she came back to herself, Miguel was shaking beneath her as he came, and Bob had frozen with his cock buried so deep in her ass it felt he would cleave it in two.
Both men remained that way while their ecstasy flowed through them and their cum filled her channels, then they slowly pulled out, leaving Candy empty once more. She wanted to cry at the loss.
She flopped down on top of Miguel, who patted her back and murmured soothing things in Spanish. Bob stroked her hair and called her his beautiful, lovely little girl.
And in the background Frank said, “That is one fine piece of ass. And only fourteen years old. Just wait’ll she grows up.
Candy thought, I’ll never grow up. I want to always be my Daddy’s little girl, to live in his house and play whatever games he thinks up for me to play. She never would’ve done this on her own. It took her Daddy to push her outside her comfort zone and into an amazing adventure.
After the men were through with her, Daddy left them to drink and talk in the living room, but he took Candy upstairs to bathe her and put her to bed. He filled the tub with water, and as he stripped off the last of her schoolgirl outfit, Candy felt her older girl personality slip away. She became very small, very young again.
Her voice was light and weak as she asked her Daddy, “Have I been a good girl? Did I make the men happy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. You were perfect. You made us all very happy.”
“I’m glad. But now I’m tired and my bottom hurts. I want you to wash me and put me to bed, Daddy.”
“Are you hungry? Shall I get you some milk and cookies after your bath?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m just sleepy.” She lisped the ‘l’ turning it into a ‘w’.
Daddy lifted her and submerged her in the tub. He washed her hair with baby shampoo, and soaped her body with her favorite strawberry body wash. He kissed her wet face after he cleaned the dried cum away. “There. Now you’re all fresh and clean again.”
He lifted her from the tub onto the bath mat and dried her thoroughly, then combed out her hair with soft strokes of the brush. Candy shuddered as she recalled what the bristles of that brush felt like on her bare backside when she was naughty and Daddy had to spank her with it. Sometimes he slapped her with the paddle side of the brush, but the bristles hurt more.
When her hair was blown dry and brushed soft, Daddy powdered her body all over with a puff. It tickled and made her giggle. He chuckled, too, his voice dark and rumbling. She loved the sound of her Daddy’s laughter.
“You can sleep in your bed or mine tonight, your choice,” he said as he put on her short white nightie and little pajama bottoms