She wouldn’t meet my eyes as I set her breakfast down in front of her and I couldn’t say that I blamed her. There was no excuse for what I had been doing to her over the past week and I truth I probably should be castrated and then horse whipped for what I had done to her the night before. I knew why I had done it, but that didn’t excuse it. She had done nothing to deserve what I’d done to her. Her only sin is that she looked like her mother.
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My marriage to Mary Beth lasted a little over fifteen years. It probably wouldn’t have lasted that long if I’d been a little more observant, a little smarter or a bit of both. From what I found out later Mary Beth had been fucking other men behind my back for years. I must have been blind not to see the signs or if I did see them I was too stupid to understand what I saw. I might never have found out except for a freak occurrence.
I am a plumber by trade and I had just finished fixing a customer’s leaky toilet and I called in to the office to see if they had anything else for me and they dispatched me to a home over on Campbell. The homeowner had called in that water was leaking out of the side of his house. I drove over and the man walked me around to the side of his house and I saw that the back flow prevention valve was leaking. It had a blown diaphragm and I had one on the truck so it was going to be a quick and easy fix.
There was a six foot privacy fence between the house where I was working and the house next door and it sounded like there were a couple of people next door having fun in a swimming pool. I remember thinking that it must be nice to be able to play during the day instead of working. I had just finished putting the valve back together and was leak checking it when I heard a woman say:
“You know I adore your cock Ralph, are you ready to fuck me yet?”
Damn, I thought, if I didn’t know better I’d have said that was my wife Mary Beth. It sounded just like her.
A man’s voice said, “I’m ready Mary Beth. Where do you want it?”
“In my ass this time lover, deep in my ass.”
It sounded like Mary Beth and he had called her Mary Beth. I looked around and saw a lawn chair and I picked it up, brought it over to the fence, stepped up on it and looked over into the neighbor’s back yard. A man was standing in a Jacuzzi and a woman was kneeling on the edge, huge tits swaying as they hung down, and the man was working his cock into the woman’s ass. The woman was my wife.
“You cocksucker!” I screamed as I clambered to get over the fence, “I’ll kill you you miserable motherfucker.”
Mary Beth heard my scream and her head jerked in my direction and she saw me coming over the fence and she screamed “Oh my God, it’s my husband” as she tried to scramble away from the man who was holding onto her hips. The man looked over and saw me coming. He let go of Mary Beth, got out of the Jacuzzi and ran for the house. He got inside, closed the door and locked it before I could get to him.
I was jerking on the doorknob and screaming at him and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mary Beth trying to cover her nakedness with her hands and trying to find a place to hide in an empty backyard. I fought to get myself under control, sent a murderous glance at Mary Beth and then left the yard before I did something that would have put me in jail for the rest of my life.
I finished the job on the back flow valve, drove my truck back to the shop and then headed for a bar. When I got home that night at ten I found that Mary Beth had moved out. Her clothes were gone from the closet, all her stuff was gone from the bathroom and she had even gotten her dirty clothes from the hamper in the laundry room. All she left behind were memories…and our fourteen year old daughter. I hadn’t seen or heard from her since and after one year I divorced her for desertion.
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I wasn’t prepared to be the single father of a teenaged daughter and, sorry to say, I wasn’t a very good one. I was full of rage, feeling sorry for myself and feeling fucked over. I drank more than was good for me and I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to Sherry. I could barely stand to even look at her. She was the spitting image of Mary Beth. Both were five foot two, had red hair and green eyes. The only difference between the two was in weight and tit size. And it was the tit size that kept them from weighing the same. Mary Beth had 40 Ds and Shelly, even at fifteen going on sixteen had a firm pair that stretched the tape at 38DD. Every time I saw her I saw Mary Beth on the edge of that hot tub and I heard the words:
“You know I adore your cock Ralph, are you ready to fuck me yet?”
I couldn’t bear to be around Sherry and as a result she didn’t get the firm hand she needed. She went where she wanted, she did what she wanted when she wanted because she saw that I didn’t care and that I would let her get away with it. It was one week before Sherry’s sixteenth birthday when it all went to hell.
My truck broke down and was towed to the shop we used for company vehicles so I got off work early. I walked into the house and found Sherry on the couch with some boy and he had her blouse off, her bra was hanging from her shoulders and he was sucking on her right tit. Her tit looked almost as big as his head. Her panties were lying on the floor and he had one hand up under her skirt playing with her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back and there was a smile on her face. When I saw that something snapped in my head. It was the same look I’d seen on Mary Beth’s face as Ralph slid his cock into her ass.
“You worthless whore!” I shouted as I stormed into the room. The boy jerked his mouth away from Sherry’s tit, looked and saw me and he jumped of the couch and ran for the door. My attention wasn’t on him, it was on Sherry. Only it wasn’t Sherry that I was seeing, it was Mary Beth. She tried to cover herself up as I advanced toward her ranting and raving.
“Whore! Unfaithful cunt! Worthless fucking slut!”
I grabbed her hands away from trying to cover her tits. I ripped her blouse off of her and grabbed her bra between the cups and jerked and it slid down her arms. Her face was pale as she stared at me.
“Cheating bitch! Faithless slut” I spit at her as I pulled her up off the couch. I unzipped as I drug her around behind the couch, bent her forward over the back and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Sherry misread what was happening and I heard her words as I pushed her legs apart.
“Please don’t spank me” she cried, “I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, just don’t spank me.”
Spank? Stupid cunt! You don’t spank cheating whores, you either throw their asses out on the street or you treat them like the whores they are. I put the head of my cock against her faithless hole, took a firm grip on her hips and then I rammed my cock into her. She was tight and there was some resistance, she screamed and I felt something give and I grinned to myself as I pushed my cock into her cheating hole. Suffer you fucking whore, suffer, I thought and then making her suffer took a back seat to my getting myself off in her worthless cunt.
Her cunt was tight around my cock and I wondered why with all the whoring around she did it wasn’t looser. She was moaning and to me the moans sounded like moans of pleasure and I didn’t want that. I wanted to punish the fucking whore, not give her pleasure. I started ramming my cock into her as hard as I could. As I approached my climax some of what she was moaning started to filter through to me.
“Please daddy, please. It hurts daddy, it hurts.”
Daddy? That was never one of Mary Beth’s pet names for me. Is that what she called Ralph or one of her other lovers? No matter, she said the magic words – “It hurts” – and I blew my nuts into the whore. I was smiling when I pulled out of her and I reached down and grabbed a handful of her skirt to wipe the slime and the blood of off my….blood? I stood there looking at the blood on my cock and wondering, “What the fuck?” when Mary Beth moaned again:
“That hurt daddy.”
My rage had finally subsided enough that her words got through to me and I finally realized that it wasn’t Mary Beth that I had just fucked, it was my fifteen year old daughter. And it looked like I had just taken her virginity.
“It hurt daddy, why did you do that?”
I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I should have been disgusted with myself. I should have been on my knees begging Sherry to forgive me. Hell, I should have been doing my best to buy her silence. “Want a new car? Just don’t tell on daddy, okay?” But that isn’t what happened. Thoughts of Mary Beth and Sherry merged in my mind. Mary Beth on the edge of the Jacuzzi taking a cock up her ass, Sherry on the couch with her head thrown back in rapture as some boy finger fucked her and sucked on her tits – sluts! – the both of them, just fucking sluts!
“Why daddy, why?”
“Because you are a little fucking whore, that’s why. Like mother, like daughter and whores need to be treated like whores. Now get your ass upstairs and get yourself cleaned up. When you’ve done that get back down here and make sure there are no blood stains on the couch or floor. If there are, clean them up.”
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Sherry hurried away to do what she had been told to do and I went out into the kitchen and got myself a beer. I sat down at the kitchen table and as I sipped the beer I started to rationalize what had just happened. I had seen Sherry on the couch and it was obvious to me that she was just as big a slut as her mother. Two of a kind they were. Sherry had gotten what she deserved. Maybe being treated like a whore would make her think twice about continuing to be one as she grew older. Yeah, that was it. Make sure that the little slut got a taste of how whores were treated and that might straighten her out.
By the end of the second beer I had done a 180. She was young and she didn’t know any better. She was just experimenting like all teenagers do. That was no way for her to lose her virginity, it might scar her for life. She could go through life thinking that sex was something horrible and should be avoided.
Oh Christ, why had I done it? What had happened to me? Why had I lost it? How could I ever make it up to her? My head was a fucked up mess as I made us dinner. When it was done I called her and she said she wasn’t hungry. I knew that what she meant was that she didn’t want to see me and I couldn’t blame her. I ate, put the leftovers in the fridge and grabbed another beer. Three beers later I had convinced myself that I knew the way to erase the trauma of Sherry’s losing her cherry. I’d show her how enjoyable sex could really be.
I washed and put away the dinner dishes and then I went upstairs. I opened the door to Sherry’s room and saw her lying on her bed in a T-shirt and panties and staring up at the ceiling. She glanced my way when she heard the door open and then she turned her head away. I had intended to get down on my knees and beg Sherry for forgiveness, but that all changed in a heartbeat when Sherry turned her head away. It was the same dismissive head shrug that Mary Beth had used when saying no when I wanted to make love and she didn’t. It infuriated me. Where did the little whore get off acting like her mother to me? Well fuck that shit!
I walked over and got on the bed, grabbed her panties and pulled them off of her. Looking back I honestly believe that if Sherry had done something forceful at that point I would have stopped. Had she screamed, “No daddy, no!” or at least put up some sort of resistance I would have backed off, but she didn’t. She just laid there and kept her head turned away from me - another one of her mother’s infuriating habits; acting disinterested when I pushed for sex and she didn’t feel like it, but didn’t want to argue. No matter, I knew what buttons to push to bring Mary Beth around.
I slid my hand down her smooth belly to her pussy and began rubbing it. After a bit I slid a finger into the folds and began working it and then I added a second finger and then a third. I found her little nubbin and I rubbed it and I felt a tremor move through her body. Her head was still turned away, but she was breathing just a little bit heavier. I spent another minute fingering her and there was no resistance when I pushed her legs apart. My cock sliced into her steaming box. She arched up from the bed as if she had received an electric shock. I drove into her; she’d had her release and now it was time for mine.
There was no love or tenderness involved. In my mind she was Mary Beth and all I cared about was punishing the whore and getting myself off. There was no finesse, just a hard driving cock and my mind was so full of images of Mary Beth at the fucking hot tub that I don’t know if Sherry got off a second time or not, but I got off and that was all that mattered to me. I spilled my seed in her, got off the bed and went to take a shower.
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The next morning Sherry stayed in her room until after I’d gone to work. Around ten I received a call on my cell phone from Tom Barton asking me if I was free for lunch. We agreed to meet at Evangeline’s at noon. Tom was a very old friend, actually he was a close to being a best friend as I’d ever come to having one. A few years back he had taken a job that required that he relocate and I hadn’t seen him in quite some time.
It was a leisurely lunch and we played catch up. As dessert was being placed in front of us he said:
“I heard that you and Mary Beth split up.”
“We did, a little over a year ago.”
“I heard it was because you caught her cheating on you.”
“Red handed, in the act.”
“I’m glad.”
“You are glad?”
“Yes glad. You were too nice a guy and what she was doing to you was a shame.”
“You knew?”
“Yeah, I knew.”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“And risk a friendship?”
“A real friend would have told me.”
“No a real friend wouldn’t, not if he wanted to stay a friend. You loved the stupid whore and you would have gone into denial and you know what happened to the messengers who brought bad news in olden times – they got killed. That’s where the phrase “killing the messenger” got started. If I’d have told you about all she had been doing you would have avoided me from then on and you know it.”
“I still wish someone would have come forward and told me what was going on.”
“I almost got to where I was going to tell you. What almost made me do it was what happened at your tenth anniversary party. I followed her when she went out to Herb Olson’s van and I peeked inside and saw her doing Herb, Bob Tolson and John Preston. I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought and she looked up and saw me. The bitch actually winked at me. Later, after she came back in to the party she came up to me and asked me if I liked what I saw and would I like a taste. I had almost talked myself into telling you and then the job came up, I got busy planning the move so I let it go.”
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I didn’t feel like going back to work after Tom left so I called the office and told them that I was going home sick. At home I got out a beer and sat at the kitchen table and fumed. Olson, Tolson and Preston, three men who were supposed to be my friends. I had another beer and stewed over it some more. Olson, Herb fucking Olson, my buddy, my friend, the same goddamned Herb Olson who golfed with me damned near every fucking weekend. Fucking Herb and that goddamned whore Mary Beth.
I was on my fifth or sixth beer when I saw a car pull up outside. It was some guy bringing Sherry home from school. I sat there and pulled on my beer and watched as the two of them talked. Then they moved closer to each other and a minute later they were necking. From my vantage point I couldn’t see it, but I knew his hands were up under her sweater and he was playing with her tits. I could just imagine her hand pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock. There! That arm movement of hers! The little whore was jacking him off in broad daylight right in front of the house.
Were the neighbors looking out their windows and watching? The same neighbors who no doubt watched a steady parade of men walk up my front walk and enter my house to fuck my wife while I was at work? The same neighbors who probably laughed at the dumb cuckold when he came home from work every night?
I watched her and the boy and my rage built. The little fucking whore was as big a slut as her mother. I got up to get myself another beer. I was standing there looking into the fridge when I heard the front door open and then close and then I heard the little slut head up the steps for her room.
“Stupid whores” I muttered to myself, “What the hell did I ever do to deserve being saddled with fucking sluts. If they want to be sluts, then by God they should be treated like sluts.”
I put my beer down and headed for the stairs. When I opened the door to her room I saw that she was changing out of her school clothes. She was down to her panties and bra and was digging through her dresser for something to put on.
“Don’t bother” I snarled at her, “You are already over dressed for what we are going to do. Get those panties off.”
She looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights of a car might and she looked away from me as she pushed her panties down her legs.
“Now the bra” I said and she took it off and when she dropped it on the floor I said, “Get over on the bed and get on your hands and knees.”
She did as she was told and I unzipped and moved behind her. I shoved my thumb in her cunt and worked it around a little to loosen her up a little and then I pushed my cock into her. She gave a little grunt as I entered her and then I started ramming her as hard as I could. I gripped her hips and I plowed into her and I have no idea if she responded or not. I wasn’t there. I was at 411 Campbell Street looking over the fence at Mary Beth taking a cock up her ass. The scene played and replayed itself over and over in my head and when I was ready to cum I thrust hard into her and blew my wad. When my cock was soft I pulled out of her cunt and left the room.
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I sat in the dark living room pulling on a beer and staring at the wall. I sat there wondering what was wrong with me. What had I done, or failed to do, that caused Mary Beth to be a pin cushion for my so called friends and anyone else who wanted a piece. I didn’t think we had a bad love life. We made love three or four times a week and I almost always brought her to an orgasm. At least I always thought I did, but after seeing “When Harry Met Sally” I’m not really sure any more. We argued some, but I was never violent; I had never raised my hand to her no matter what the provocation. We weren’t rich, but I did make a good living and Mary Beth had seemed to be happy with what she had. I guess I must have been looking at our marriage with rose colored glasses. The phone rang and I answered it and it was Herb Olson.
“Yeah Herb, what do you want?” I snarled into the mouthpiece.
“Just calling to confirm our nine o’clock tee time for Sunday.”
“I don’t know Herb. How many holes do you think you can play with a nine iron buried in your forehead?”
“What?”
“I just found out about you and Mary Beth asshole and I don’t think it would be a real good idea for the two of us to ever get together again. You would end up dead and I’d end up in jail.”
I slammed the phone down and the rage started building all over again. Olson, Preston and Tolson. God damn them! I wondered how many other so-called friends had been putting the blocks to Mary Beth and then smiling at me. Christ! It could be everyone I know and I’d never know it. Maybe what I needed to do was pack up and move, get a fresh start some place else where no one knew me. No, I couldn’t do that. My job was too good and the house almost paid for. Besides, I’d look like I was running away with my tail between my legs. I had too much pride to do that.
I finished my beer and went into the kitchen and rinsed out my glass and put it in the dishwasher. Sherry hadn’t eaten dinner again and I was going to have to do something about that. She had to eat and if she wasn’t going to eat with me I’d give her some money so she could stop somewhere on her way home from school. I opened the door to her room and saw her lying on the bed in the same T-shirt and panties she had been wearing earlier. When she saw me she turned her head and then surprised the hell out of me. She slid her panties off and got up on her hands and knees. The little whore wanted more cock!
Where the hell had I gone wrong in raising her? Or did I have anything to do with it? Was there such a thing as a slut gene? Did Mary Beth have one and did she pass it on to Sherry? I didn’t know about that, but I did know about the hard cock I had from seeing what she was presenting. I was hard, but the rage was gone and I was seeing Sherry and not Mary Beth. Still, I was hard and she was a whore. I stripped off my clothes and got on the bed with her. I pushed her over on her back, pushed her legs apart and looked down at her. She had her head turned away and her eyes were closed. Well I’d get them open soon enough I thought.
I pulled the lips of her cunt apart and I slid down and pushed my tongue into her cunt. I ran my tongue lightly around her hole and then I began sucking and nibbling on her pussy. Sherry’s clit was a half inch long and it looked like a little cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it and was rewarded with a low moans and sighs. I slid a finger in her and almost imperceptibly her hips rose. Sherry moaned and her hands grabbed the back of my head and she pulled down while at the same time pushing her hips up at me hard.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god” she moaned as I worked a second finger into her. I attacked her man in the boat with gusto. I licked, I sucked, I nibbled and I slurped at her pussy and she hissed out, “So good, so good, so good” and pulled my head even harder at her. I pushed a third finger into her and she yelled “OH GOD!” and she came. Her body rocked and trembled and she cried out, “Oh daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy” and pushed her muff up at me.
It was time and I moved up and slid my hard cock into her hot, wet hole and slowly started to fuck her. Her legs came up and gripped my waist and the nails on her small hands dug into my ass. I looked down into her eyes and she turned her face away from me, but her legs stayed locked and her hands never let go of my ass cheeks. I drove into her with hard strokes and she squealed, moaned and cried out, “Oh daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy” as my strokes slammed into her.
“My tits daddy, my tits” she hissed, “Suck my tits.”
My mouth latched onto the right one and she moaned, “Yes, oh yes, suck them daddy, bite my nipple, bite my nipple.”
If I ever needed more proof that Sherry was a slut like her mother, that was it. Mary Beth was the same way where her tits were concerned. Sluts should be treated like sluts so I slammed even harder into Sherry while I rolled her nipple between my teeth. Her body shook and she grunted out an “Oh God YESSS” as she had another orgasm. I felt her pussy walls trying to grab and hold my cock and I erupted.
I pulled back from her, fell to the bed beside her and pulled her to me. We fell asleep snuggled up against each other.
I woke up in the middle of the night and lay there looking up at the ceiling and I knew I had to do something to stop the madness. After a sleepless hour I carefully separated myself from Sherry and went to my own bedroom.
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I had an early day and I was already home when Sherry and some guy pulled up in front of the house. They sat and talked for several minutes and then they started necking. I noticed that this was the third guy in what, a week? She didn’t even have a steady boyfriend, it was a different one every fucking day. I was on my forth beer when they finally broke apart. The little whore! Just like her mother, everything right out in broad daylight for all the world to see. Wants to be a whore, does she? Well I could certainly see to that.
I heard her come in the front door and before she could head up the steps I yelled out:
“Sherry, get your ass in the kitchen right now.”
I took my cock out and stroked it to hardness. Sherry walked into the kitchen and I saw the look on her face. She had a good idea of what was coming and she wanted no part of it, but I wasn’t handing out choices.
“Get over here you little slut and suck my cock.”
“Please daddy, I don’t wa…”
“Get the fuck over here right now and get down on your knees.”
She resignedly came over, set her schoolbooks down on the table and went to her knees in front of me. I reached out, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face into my crotch.
“Suck it you little bitch, suck my cock.”
She looked up at me with a pleading look in her eyes, as if hoping that I was going to say, “Just kidding. Go on and run up to your room and do your homework.” I of course did none of that. I looked down at her and barked:
“Do it! Suck my cock and do it now.”
She reached out and took my cock in her hand and then she leaned forward and her tongue licked around the cock head. She licked the shaft from the head down to wear it came out of my pants and then licked her way back to the helmet.
“Take it in your mouth” I said and she opened her mouth and swallowed half of me. My cock twitched and throbbed and I pushed my hips at her face. For the next minute or two she slid her mouth up and down the shaft varying the pressure around my dick with her lips. One more indication that she was a slut like her mother. No way was this her first blow job, or even her tenth. I grabbed the back of her head and started to fuck her face until I felt it start to build in my balls and then I forced my cock into her mouth as far as it would go and I erupted. I held her head in place so she had to swallow every drop and I didn’t take my hands from her head until I was limp and only then did I pull out.
As I pushed my limp cock back into my pants I said, “Tomorrow is your birthday. What do you want for a present?”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and mumbled, “I don’t know.”
“What? My little slut is turning sixteen and she hasn’t thought about a birthday present?”
“I thought mom was taking care of it.”
“Yeah, well we both know how much she cares, she didn’t even tell you good-bye. What was she going to do?”
“I don’t know. She said something about a Sweet Sixteen birthday party.”
“A party? Okay, we’ll give you a party. How are you doing in Drivers Education?”
“I’m passing.”
“Dinner will be ready in an hour. Go on up to your room and do your home work and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Dinner was a silent affair and when it was over I cleared the table and told Sherry that I would wash and she could dry. She was standing on tip toes putting glasses in the cupboard and the arch of her foot and her taut calves reminded me of how Mary Beth’s legs had looked as Ralph had stuffed his cock in her. I went over to her, grabbed her and pulled her over to the kitchen table. I bent her forward over it and pushed her legs apart with my knees. I reached down, lifted her skirt, pushed the gusset of her panties aside and then I took her.
It was a no frills fuck, I just shoved my cock in her and fucked her hard until I came and then I left her, still bent over the table and gasping, and went up to take a shower.
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Sherry was the same size as Mary Beth and Mary Beth had left some of her clothes behind when she moved out. I dug through them to find what I wanted and then I set them out. I was watching for Sherry when she got home from school the next day. She gave her ride a quick kiss and then she hurried into the house. I was waiting for her when she came in the front door.
“You need to hurry” I said, “The party can’t start until you get there.”
“Party? What party?”
“Your Sweet Sixteen birthday party. Come on, we need to get you ready” and I pulled her behind me up to her bedroom. “Strip” I told her and I could see from the look on her face that she wanted to say no, but the look on my face shut off her protest. When she was naked I pointed out the clothes on her bed and I told her to put them on. She walked over to the bed and picked up the skirt and blouse, looked at them and then looked at me,
“These are mom’s.”
“Put them on.”
She walked over to where she had dropped her clothes when she stripped and reached for her bra. “No” I said, you won’t need that. All I want you to wear is that skirt and blouse and those high heels on the floor next to the bed.”
“But…”
“Just do it Sherry.”
In that low cut blouse, short skirt and ‘come fuck me’ heels she looked like she should be standing on a street corner somewhere trying to pick up a john. “Perfect” I said as I looked at her. “Come on, let’s go get your presents and get you to your birthday party.”
She followed me down to the kitchen and I opened the connecting door to the garage. I pulled her up to the door and said:
“That’s yours” and I handed her the keys to the 1995 Mustang that was sitting there. “You can drive it tomorrow, but we have to get you your other present right now and get you to your party.” I pulled her away from the door and led her down into the basement, which had been finished into a recreation room. As we reached the bottom of the steps she heard:
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Sherry, happy birthday to you” sung by the six naked men waiting for her.
“That’s your second present. Every little whore should have lots of cocks to play with so I got you six of them.”
She tried to turn and run back up the stairs, but I stopped her. “I told you I’d throw a Sweet Sixteen birthday party for you. Now go on over there and see to your guests.”
She looked at the six men and then at me, “Please daddy, I don’t wa…”
“Take care of your guests Sherry.”
“But daddy, I….” Bill interrupted her when he walked over and took her by the arm and said, “Come along sweetie, we have gifts for you, right guys?”
The other guys said, “Hell yes” and “You bet” and “Damned right” as they stroked their hard ons.
The men formed a circle around Sherry and six pairs of hands went to work on her. They were all rubbing some part of her body as she looked over her shoulder at me and her eyes cried out, “Help me! Don’t let this happen.” I just smiled at her. She tried to push past the men, to break out of the circle. She pushed into Harvey, but all he did was take her in his arms and pull her to his chest.
Two men moved in on her and the three men picked her up and carried her over to the pool table. To prevent the green felt from becoming cum stained I had spread a heavy blanket over it and the men laid her down on it with her cunt right at the edge of the table. She struggled to break free, but that only caused Pete and Sam to come over and take hold of her arms and hold her down. Ralph and Tom pulled her legs far apart and Bill moved between them and stepped forward until the head of his cock was touching her pussy.
“No, don’t” Sherry whined and Bill laughed at her and said, “Relax and enjoy it honey, cause it is gonna happen.”
He rubbed his cock up and down her slit and Sherry tried to kick and squirm loose, but the men held on tight.
“Be a good little whore and push your cunt up at me. The sooner I get in the sooner I get off and the sooner the others can get theirs which translates to the sooner you are done.”
He pushed the first inch of his cock into her and Sherry made a noise that sounded like half moaning and half crying. Moving slowly back and forth Bill fed his cock into Sherry’s cunt an inch at a time until he bottomed out and then he slowly started fucking her. After a couple of minutes he told Tom and Ralph to let go of her legs and he lifted them up onto his shoulders. Bill then went back to his slow back and forth motion and Tom and Ralph moved up and went to work on Sherry’s firm 38DD tits.
The low cut blouse was pulled down to let tits loose and then each man captured one with his mouth and started sucking on it. Sherry moaned and Bill picked up the pace and Sherry moaned louder and I saw her hips move up to meet Bill’s thrusts. He was going faster now, trying to get his nut and Sherry was hissing, “Yesss, yesss, yesss” as Bill’s cock drove into her and Ralph and Tom worked on her tits.
Bill groaned, “Oh God” and sprayed his come in her pussy. He hunched at her as his cock went soft and then he got out of the way and Tom left Sherry’s left tit and moved to take Bill’s place between her legs. Sam stepped up and went to sucking Sherry’s left tit.
Tom pushed his length into Sherry with one push and she moaned as Tom went right to fucking her hard and fast. Sherry cried out, “Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh, oh, oh, oh,” and then a loud “YES!” as she had an orgasm. Tom continued fucking her for a couple of more minutes and then he came and was replaced by Ralph who was replaced by Sam and then Pete and Harvey. Each man came once in Sherry while bringing her to three orgasms.
Then Sherry was lifted of the table and her feet placed on the floor. She was turned around and then bent forward over the table and Bill moved in behind her for his second go. Tom got up on the table and laid down with his cock sticking up towards Sherry’s mouth and he reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face down to his cock. She kept her mouth closed so Tom pinched her nose and when she opened her mouth to take a breath he shoved his cock in it.
Bill came and Pete took his place. Tom came and Ralph took his place. When it was Harvey’s turn he pulled Sherry up on the table, positioned her on her hands and knees and drove into her from behind. Sam moved in front of her and pushed his cock at her mouth. By now Sherry knew that she had no choice in the matter so she opened her mouth and took him in.
The phone rang and it was Roberta Olson. I told her to hang on for a minute so I could run upstairs and take her call there. I got to the phone in the kitchen and picked it up.
“Hi Bert, what can I do for you?”
“You can tell me what you said to Herb last night. After he talked to you he ran out of the house and didn’t come back until two-thirty and when he got here he was as drunk as a skunk. He was hung over to beat the band when he went to work this morning and when he wasn’t home from work by seven I called his cell. Some bartender answered and said Herb was passed out in one of his booths and would I please come and get him. What happened between you two last night?”
“What kind of shape is your marriage in Bert?”
“It has its good days and its bad days. Why?”
“If it sucked I’d tell you about our little chat on the phone, but I don’t want to be the one responsible for breaking up a marriage so you will have to find out from Herb.”
“What are you trying to tell me?”
“I’m trying not to tell you anything Bert. Whatever you get it will have to be from Herb. I will tell you this. If I get my hands on him I’m liable to kill him. Good luck Bert” and I hung up on her.
When I got back down to the basement the guys had Shelly airtight. Tom was on his back and had his cock thrusting up into Sherry while Harvey was working his cock into her ass. Sam was standing in front of her and she had his cock in her mouth. Tom had his hands on her rib cage and was holding her up so she could use her hands on Pete and Bill. I debated going and getting the digital camera and taking a couple of pictures of the action, but then decided not to. You can never tell about things like that. The pictures could surface some day and six grown men in their late thirties and early forties fucking a sixteen year old might not be well received. I told the guys to let themselves out when they were done with her and I went up to bed.
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She wouldn’t meet my eyes as I set her breakfast down in front of her and I couldn’t say that I blamed her. There was no excuse for what I had done to her over the past week and in truth I probably should be castrated and then horse whipped for what I had done to her the night before. I knew why I’d done what I had, but that didn’t excuse it. She had done nothing to deserve what I’d done; her only sin was that she looked like her mother.
“I’m going to call your grandmother today and see if she will let you move in with her.”
Sherry turned to look at me with alarm on her face. “Why do I have to go there?”
“Because what is going on here isn’t right. It isn’t a good environment for you to be in. I have to get you out of here before it gets worse. It won’t be bad. You have a car now and that will give you some degree of freedom.”
“But I don’t want to go there.”
“You have to. I can’t seem to control myself; I see you and you look so much like your mother and act so much like her that I go into a rage and then I don’t think, I just do and what I do to you is bad.”
“I can’t help it that I look like mom, but why do you say I act like her?”
“What you were doing with the boy on the couch, what you do with the boys that bring you home from school. You are behaving like a whore, just like your mother. She must have passed it down to you in your genes”
“I am not a whore!”
“You sure are acting like one. I might have been your first, but that was only because I came home early that one day and kept that kid on the couch from claiming the honor. From the look on your face if I had been five minutes later he would have been hard at it.”
“No he wouldn’t have. That wasn’t the first time we played and he knew he wasn’t going to get any farther than he already was.”
“What about the day before yesterday. I saw you giving your ride home a hand job out in front of the house in broad daylight.”
“I did not give him a hand job.”
“Bullshit. I saw your arm moving and I saw him playing with your tits.”
“I don’t know what you think you saw, but all I did was keep pulling his hands out from under my sweater when he kissed me.”
I stared at her in silence for almost a minute and then said, “Why didn’t you fight me off? Why didn’t you holler or scream or try to push me away? Why have you just taken what I’ve done to you?”
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“I was afraid that if I didn’t let you do what you wanted you would throw me out like you did mom.”
“I didn’t throw your mother out Sherry. I caught her having sex with another man and she ran. I would have tossed her worthless ass out, but she didn’t wait to see what I would do, she just packed her bags and ran.”
“I don’t want to leave daddy, this is my home. I’d have to change schools and lose all my friends and that’s not fair. I can’t help it that I look like mom and I shouldn’t have to rearrange my life because of it.”
“What isn’t fair to you Sherry is what I have done to you and probably would continue to do to you. I can’t help myself. You look so much like your mother that every time I see you something goes ‘click’ in my head and in my mind I see your mother fucking that guy I caught her with and I go crazy. You become your mother to me and then I treat you like the whore she was. You have to go Sherry. You have to go before I do something even worse than what I did to you last night.”
“Please daddy, don’t make me go.”
“I’m sorry baby, I’m a rotten father, but at least I realize it and I have to get you away from me. I’ll call your grandmother today and see if she will let you stay with her.”
Sherry got up and ran crying from the room. Strange, I thought, not one tear, at least in front of me, during every thing I had done to her, but she was crying now?
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I couldn’t get in touch with Sherry’s maternal grandmother so I put it on the list of first things to do the next day. Dinner was silent and so was the clean up after. Sherry went to her room and I watched television until around ten and then I went to bed.
I woke up with a hot mouth on my cock and I started to sit up, but a hand against my chest pushed me back down. I was still half asleep and the thought that passed through my mind was that Mary Beth had come home. Then the mouth left my cock and a dark form moved up over me and a hand grasped my cock and held it upright as a cunt slid down on it. Hands went to my shoulders for support and then the form started riding me.
The room was dark and I couldn’t see who it was, but it had to be Mary Beth trying to work her way back into my life and I tensed my muscles to get ready to throw her worthless ass off me when I heard:
“Please daddy, don’t make me leave. Please let me stay daddy. I’ll be nice to you. Mommy was a whore daddy, but she wasn’t your whore. I’ll be your whore daddy, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t make me leave.”
She was slamming herself down on me and besides pleading with me to let her stay she was moaning, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, you feel so good daddy, let me stay, please let me stay.”
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over putting her on her back. I reached under her took the cheeks of her tight little ass in my hands and pulled her against me and began pumping hard into her pussy.
“Oh yes” she cried out, “Oh God yes, fuck me daddy, fuck me. Fuck your little whore” and then she screamed as she had an orgasm.
I slammed hard into her for a few more seconds and then I blew my load. I kept pumping until my cock went soft and then I pulled out and fell to the bed beside her. She rolled up next to me, snuggled in tight against me and her hand went to my limp cock and she started to fondle it.
“Please don’t send me away daddy, don’t make me go. I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ll suck your cock every night. I’ll fuck you every day when I get home from school. Please daddy, please let me stay.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was already damned for what I’d already done to her and how in God’s name could she even want to stay after all that. I was staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do when she said:
“Daddy? I had fun at my birthday party. Can we do it again?”
My cock twitched in her hand and she giggled. “I really liked it when they did my ass daddy. When your cock gets hard again will you do me in my butt?”
My cock was already rising when I pushed her up on her knees. “You little whore. You are just like your mother.”
“No I’m not daddy. She was anybody’s, I’m yours.”
“Mine to do with what I want?”
“Just let me stay daddy and I’ll do anything you want.”
I thought about all the forty year olds that I knew that would give anything to fuck a sexy sixteen year old and I smiled at the possibilities as I slid my cock into her pussy to get it wet. I poked the head of my cock at her asshole and she said, “You are going to let me stay aren’t you?” and then, “Ooohhh yesssss” as I pushed into her ass.