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   God's Will (Mg, MMg, M+g, prost, viol, incest) John Bell confesses to
his priest that he's had carnal knowledge of his nine-year-old daughter,
Jessie, and begs for forgiveness.  The priest isn't surprised as she's
quite a lovely girl and pushes for him to give more information.  Although
Father Mallory prefers young boys, he's had his share of young girls over
the years.  He takes the two into a private confessional to pray for
guidance and the pair is shocked to hear what he has to say.  Being good
Catholics they don't have a choice.  It's God's will.

   God's Will (Mg, MMg M+g, prost, incest)



   She watched a while as Brad did something under the front of his car. 
Only his legs were sticking out and she could see the bulge in his jeans.
Licking her lips, she leaned over and grabbed his cock.  She heard a bang
as his head hit something under the car before rolling out.  He was rubbing
his fore head as he looked up seeing her standing there.

   "Jessie?  What are you doing here?"

   "I saw you outside and wanted to come see you."

   "Did you just grab my, uh, pants?"

   She smiled.  "It's called a cock, silly."

   "Why did you do that?"

   "You need to fuck me," she said staring down at him.  "To get rid of all
the sin in your heart.  He sat shocked looking up at her for several long
seconds before speaking.

   "Are you serious?" She nodded and reached for his cock again.  He didn't
try to stop her as she stroked it to hardness.  He stood, took her by the
hand and led her further into the garage.  Lifting her on the trunk of the
car, he unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his pants down.  Her eyes were
transfixed to his fly.  She lifted her skirt and opened her legs as he
moved closer.  His eyes were mesmerized by the bald dark slit between her
legs.  He'd never seen a girl this young's pussy before.

   The head touched the soft, hairless crack and he sucked in air.  One
small push and half of his cock disappeared into her.  A slight withdraw
and another push sent the entire seven inches inside.  She was tight and
wet and soft and he knew he wouldn't last long.  Just about three minutes
later he was shooting his cum into her.

   "Damn, Jessie, I didn't know you were that kinda girl."

   "What?  You mean a temple goddess?" she asked with a grin.

   "Uh, yeah," he said smiling thinking the word for what she was is slut.
Hopping down, she ran home and climbed back into her window.  She was out
of breath and giggling.  Pulling her skirt up, she looked at her pussy. 
The outside was swollen and red and white stuff was leaking out of it. 
"This is the seeds of sin," she said pushing a finger inside.

   Cupping her hand under, she squeezed, forcing the thick, white goo out
into her palm.  She looked at it, smelled it and poked a finger into it. 
Just then her door swung opened and her mother surprised her saying it was
bath time.  She didn't want her to see what she had and quickly pushed it
into her mouth.

   "We're gunna watch a TV, wanna see it with us?" she asked.  Jessie shook
her head.  She had more important things to do.  "Did you leave food in
your room, sweety?" She asked.  Jessie swallowed the cum and shook her head
again.  "It sure smells like it.  I'll have to clean it really good
tomorrow." Jessie smiled as she left.

   She took a long hot bath, scrubbing herself really good.  She was sore
between her legs so she hardly washed that area at all.  She smiled knowing
she had done what Father Mallory said God wanted and he would be happy with
her.  She would just have to try really hard everyday so that God will send
everyone she loves to heaven.

   Back in her room, she popped in a DVD and watched another porno movie
Frank had given her.  She pulled off her panties and got out the largest
dildo before squeezing it into her tender hole.  'It's what God wants', she
kept repeating as the thick phallus stretched her tight channel as much as
Buster does when he's putting his sins inside of her.

   Jessie had the sound really low but could still hear the sluts moaning
and grunting as the men fucked them.  She thought she heard a noise at her
window, but kept fucking the dildo in and out.  She heard the noise again
and went to find out what it was.  A man's face startled her and she almost
screamed.

   He motioned for her to open the window and she did.  "You're Jessie,
right?" the man asked.  She shook her head yes.  "Father Mallory sent me,"
the man said smiling.  "I'm a lustful sinner and I was told that you will
help me." Jessie knew what that meant and moved aside to let the man climb
in.

   "I'm Sam," he said and wasted no time as he picked up Jessie and put her
in the center of her bed before he stripped off his clothes.  His legs and
thighs were like tree trunks and his huge cock must be at least nine inches
long with really big balls.  Bigger than she ever saw.

   Little four-and-a-half foot, 60 pound Jessie just stared at him as Sam
stood over her, pushing her down on her back and lifting her nightie up and
off.  Then he crouched on the bed, holding her slim legs open as he
separated her cunt lips.  He stared at her open pussy for awhile before he
put his scraggly face to her crotch and noisily feasted on her twat holding
her legs up and open so he could tongue her pussy properly.

   Next old Sam got on all fours over her so his huge dick and heavy balls
were in her face and while Jessie played with his hard, weighty equipment
as if they were toys he fingered her cunt and played with the child's
little clit and fisting his huge hard on aimed it at her mouth and had her
lick the head and take it between her lips into her novice little mouth.

   After a while, Sam started to fuck her mouth and his hairy big muscular
ass humped her face.  He was not nearly as gentle as the other men she had
fucked and she gagged with each thrust.  Her eyes were taking a heavy
hitting from his hairy balls with each thrust.



   Jessie was red in the face when he finally with drew his saliva coated
cock but if she thought that was the end of the session she was in for a
rude awakening.  Sam forced it back into her mouth and was relentless as he
forced it deeper and harder into her mouth.  When he tired of getting his
cock sucked he once again put her on her back and held her legs up and
opened.  Jessie was so young and small that he was able to do this with
only one hand and used the other to spread her pussy lips open, bring his
mouth to her pussy and lick out her cunt once again.

   Spreading her legs wider, he looked at her wet cunt and as she lay there
totally unsuspecting.  Wetting his middle finger, he proceeded to penetrate
her barely used hole.  He didn't give a damn if he was causing her pain or
not and she grunted he shoved his finger all the way up her juicy cunt. 
She lay completely still as he managed to get a second finger all the way
in and began finger fucking her raw pussy.

   Sam knew no bounds and as he finger fucked her cunt, he put another
finger up her asshole so he was finger fucking both her cunt and ass at the
same time.  Jessie strained to see as he sat on the edge of the bed and
lifted her up, lined her twat up with his huge stiff cock and impaled her
on his fat cock.  It knocked the wind out of her as Sam shoved over half of
his huge cock into her pussy!

   He proceeded to fuck her like a two-bit whore, pounding hard and fast
over and over.  Her eyes were screwed closed, her fists clinched the sheets
and her butt bounced up and down with every stroke.  He was larger than the
largest dildo and touched places never touched before.  She held her breath
for minutes at a time before exhaling.  It was painful, but she knew it was
something she had to do or risk angering God.

   After what seemed like hours, he began to slow and grunted so loudly she
thought her parents would hear.  She felt her insides getting wetter and he
finally stopped, panting on top of her.  Not wanting to make him mad, she
didn't move although it was hard to breath.  Finally he got off her and
sneered down at her.

   "You're a pretty good fuck, kid," he said pulling his pants back up. 
"Next time I gotta stay longer," he said winking.  She was so tired and
sore that she didn't even move.  Her legs were still wide opened and
leaking cum and she was still naked on the bed.  Sam didn't close the
window and it was getting cold.  After a while she pulled herself out of
bed to close the window and get under the covers.  It was 11 o'clock and
she was exhausted.

   "Sweety, Buster wants to sleep with you," her mother said opening her
door.  The dog bounced into the room and jumped on the bed.  She came in,
kissed her cheek and closed the door.  Buster could smell sex and began
pushing his nose against her pussy through the sheets.  She was too tired
to fight and just allowed him.  When he started digging and pawing, she
pulled the sheets off to give him access.  Father Mallory told her that she
needed to take Buster's sins everyday and she already did once but it
didn't matter, she'll do it again.

   His rough tongue was scratching her tender pussy, but it felt oddly
pleasant.  When his tongue reached far inside her, she jerked and felt
light-headed.  She could see in the dim light his long pink cock sticking
out of the sheath.  After all of the juices had be lapped up, he began
trying to get on top of her.  It was the wrong position and as hard as he
tried, he wasn't able to fuck her.

   Frustrated and tired, she decided to roll over and let him fuck her the
"right" way.  It took three stabs before he lined it up just right to
enter. With her head buried in her pillow and her butt upwards, Buster
pounded into her as only a dog can, taking short, quick jabs at her.  She
felt it swelling inside and knew that his 'knot' was forming inside again.
She was so tired that she fell asleep before he was able to pull out.

   ***

   The next morning her mother woke her up for breakfast, commenting again
about the smell in her room.  Jessie was still naked under the sheets and
noticed that she'd been sleeping in a large wet spot all night.  She had to
take a quick shower before joining her mother.  She was quite throughout
breakfast, wondering both whom she could find next to fuck her and if the
aching, burning sensation between her legs would go away.

   "Why don't you go out and play for a while," her mother suggested,
"while I clean your room.  I just have to get rid of that awful smell."

   Jessie nodded, slipped on a pair of loose shorts, a tank top with
spaghetti strings and her Vans shoes before getting her bike out.  She rode
next door to see if Brad was home.  She was disappointed to learn he went
back to school to pack his things.  She rode three blocks to Ashley's but
didn't stay once she learned her brother was still sleeping.  She decided
to try her luck again at the corner store.

   It was 9 AM and the store was really busy.  Jessie just knew she'd be
able to find someone to give her their seeds of sin with all the men there.
Try as she may, they hardly noticed the small, nine-year-old girl smiling
up at them.  Thirty minutes later she was about to give up when she saw a
man had spilled coffee on his tie and was heading towards the bathroom. 
She followed.

   He hadn't locked the door and was surprised when she entered the small
room with him.  "I think you're in the wrong rest room," he said after a
quick glance her way.  He went back to trying to remove the stain from his
tie.  It was now or never, she thought.

   Unsnapping her jean shorts, she dropped them to her feet, exposing the
fact she wasn't wearing panties.  The man did a double take before his eyes
settled at the union between her legs.  She knew she had him now.  Locking
the door, she pulled off her shirt showing him her flat chest with cream
colored, dime-sized nipples.  The only sounds heard were the running water
and his hard breathing.

   She stepped out of her shorts, walked to him and reached for his bulge.
He did nothing to stop her as she massaged him to hardness.  Without
hesitation, she unzipped his slacks and fished out his cock.  Leaning
forward, she took him into her mouth and sucked like she had many times
before.  Turning to face her, his large hands went to the back of her head,
guiding the pace.

   "I wanna fuck you," he said lifting her onto the sink.  She leaned back,
spreading her wirily legs and waited.  His cock was a little short but was
really thick with a fat purple head.  She was still wet but it took several
attempts before the plumb-sized cock head slipped into her.  She sucked in
a short breath of air as the sudden intrusion stretched her open.

   The man fucked her fast and hard, pushing and pulling her tiny frame
back and forth across the sink like a rag doll.  It was uncomfortable on
there and his thickness felt as if he was tearing something inside, but she
never complained.  Before long, he was grunting and filling her with his
cum.  Just as quickly as it started, it ended as he pulled out and zipped
his pants back up.

   "Thanks for the fuck, kid." he said leaving.

   Jessie groaned and looked down at her dripping hole.  It burned and was
angry red and tingly.  She just knew he hurt something inside and pushed a
finger inside to see if there was any blood.  Just then the door opened and
a Mexican man entered, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw her sitting
on the sink naked and playing with her pussy.  He said something in Spanish
but she didn't know what it was.

   Closing and locking the door, he unzipped his dirty jeans, pulled out
his small brown cock and moved closer.  It wasn't hard yet so he stroked it
for a while before stepping between her legs.  It didn't seem to bother him
that she had just been fucked and still had cum dripping out of her.  He
easily pushed his short, skinny brown cock into her fully with one thrust.

   Grabbing her by the hips, he sawed back and forth, often slipping out
until he stiffened and came, adding more cum to her over flowing slot.  He
mumbled something again in Spanish and hurried out, leaving her with two
loads of cum oozing slowly out.

   "You just need one more today," she said patting her pussy softly.  The
door swung opened suddenly and the Iranian store owner began yelling at
her.

   "You get out," he said loudly with a thick accent.  "You very dirty
girl. You get out right now!" She hopped off the sink and fumbled for her
clothes.  The floor under her was wet from the leaking cum and she slipped
a few times before she could get dressed.  The entire time he berated her,
calling her a whore and a nasty girl and warned her to never return to his
store or he would call the police.

   Everyone in the store was looking at her as she rushed towards the door.
Standing in the door way, he gave one last warning that if he saw her again
he would call the police.  She grabbed her bike and peddled as fast as she
could towards home.  Her heart raced, her breath short and she was sweating
profusely when she pulled into Ashley's driveway.

   She was shaking, but calmer when she knocked on the door.  Two men had
fucked her and she was hoping a third would there in the restroom so she
wouldn't have to worry about it for the rest of the day.  Ashley opened the
door and invited her in to play.

   "I can't stay long," Jessie told her.  "Is Mark awake yet?"

   "Mark?  Uh, yea, but he went to Kevin's.  Why do you want to know?" her
friend asked.

   "Um, I gotta ask him something."

   "He should be home later, if you want we can play together until he get
here."

   "No, that's okay, my mom wants me home for lunch," she said looking at
the clock.  It was only 10:40 but she didn't want to waste any time playing
with Ashley.  She had more important things to do.

   Kevin and Keith were Mark's friends and lived on the next street over.
Kevin was Mark's age and Keith was about 13.  She knew of them only because
Ashley's mother often sent them over to have Mark come home.  Jessie
thought Keith was cute but Kevin had too many freckles.  She rode around
the block to the next street and saw the boys outside playing basketball.

   "Hey, Jessie," Mark said when he finally noticed her.  She smiled and
wave to him.  "Ashley's home if you're looking for her."

   "No, I'm looking for you."

   "Me?  Why?" he asked walking closer to her.  When he got closer she
smiled.

   "I thought maybe we could do what we did yesterday."

   He grinned then looked back at his two friends.  "What 'bout them?" he
asked.  Jessie only needed one more cock for the day but was afraid if she
said no then Mark wouldn't fuck her either.

   "Okay," she said getting off her bike.

   Jessie had to ride her bike home standing up.  Her pussy was very sore
and raw.  Each of the boys fucked her three times and Kevin fucked her a
fourth time.  The front of her shorts were soaked with cum and the up and
down motion of riding her bike made her muscles ache and her pussy leak. 
It was 12:33 when she got home and her mother scolded her for being late
for lunch.  She explained how she was at Ashley's and lost track of the
time.

   While she ate her soup and sandwich, Buster was under the table sniffing
between her legs.  He kept trying to get his tongue inside the leg opening,
but couldn't reach the prize.  When she got up, the back of her shorts were
soaked as well as the chair seat.  She quickly wiped it up and rushed off
to her room followed closely by Buster.

   "You have a lotta sin, don't you boy?" she asked rubbing his head with a
giggle.  She peeled off her shorts and lay on the floor with her legs
parted.  Using her fingers, she spread her pussy open and let Buster feast
on her throbbing slit.  She let him lap at her cunt a few minutes before
she noticed his pinkish cock jutting out from its hairy pouch.  She sighed
rolled over and resented her ass to him.  He needs to get rid of his sins
again.

   Buster wasted no time in trying to mount her, but after several stabs,
he wasn't able to penetrate her.  Annoyed by his aim, she reached between
her legs and guided the missile-shaped cock into her pussy.  She grunted at
the sudden invasion, but kept still while he pumped back and forth, his
nails scratching at her back.

   As his knot began to swell, stretching her tender walls, she cried out.
"Hurry, Buster and get rid of your seeds." Moments later she began to feel
lightheaded and put her head on the floor.

   She was awaken by the sound of Buster scratching to be let out.  It was
just after 3 PM and she must have fallen asleep after Buster came because
she didn't remember him pulling out.  They both left the room as she headed
towards the bathroom.  She took a long hot bath, noticing how cloudy the
water became after she sat in it for a while.  Her pussy was still too
tender to wash it very well so she settled for moving a soapy hand over her
crack a few times.

   Drying off, she headed for her room to dress.  It was mid April but in
Southern California it's still warm.  She pulled on a t-shirt and looked
for shorts.  She found an old spandex pair stuffed in the back of her
drawer that her mother told her to get rid of last summer.  It was too
small but she put them on anyway.  They hardly fit over her butt and she
had to bounce a few times to get them on.  She smiled when she looked into
the mirror.  They really showed off her butt and made a small crease at her
pussy.

   Hearing her mother calling, Jessie opened the door and headed towards
the kitchen.  "I need to run to the store and pick up something for dinner.
Mail the letter on the table and when Jack delivers the mail, leave it on
your father's desk," she said checking her shopping list one more time.  It
was always 4 PM, when "Uncle Jack" came so she put the letter in, raised
the flag and decided to wait outside for him to come.

   She noticed a new shiny black car parked across the street with a man
watching her.  Everything her parents told her said she should go back
inside and wait for her mother to come home.  But a temple goddess wouldn't
do that.  She smiled and waved to the man and he waved back.  Just then
Jack stopped at their box before driving away.  Jessie went to get it as
instructed.

   "Hi there," the man called out when she reached the road.

   "Hi."

   "Why don't you come over here so we can talk," he said with a smile.

   "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," she said getting the mail and
shutting the door.  She did her three men/boys as Father Mallory said so
she didn't need to let him fuck her today.  Maybe tomorrow.

   "But I'm not a stranger, I'm Gary, Father Brown sent me." Her eyes
perked up.

   "He did?"

   "He sure did.  You're Jessie, right?" She nodded and he repeated his
request that she come closer.  Clinching the mail to her chest, she went to
the car.  "You're very pretty, just like Frank, ur, I mean Father Mallory
said." She smiled.  "Get in the back and we'll go for a little ride."

   She knew that she shouldn't, but Father Mallory sent him and she didn't
want to make him or God mad.  She reached for the door and got in.  He
drove around the corner to the house with a `for sale' sign in the yard and
pulled into the driveway.  Turning the engine off, he got in back with her.
"Damn you're very sexy," he said closing the door.

   He stared at her for a few moments before speaking again.  "Father Brown
told me to tell you that you're doing great and to keep it up," he said
smiling.  "He also told me to give you this," he added pulling a small
brown bottle out of his pocket.  She reached for it but he pulled it away.
"You can't have all of it, just a little bit."

   "What is it?"

   "It's, uh, Angel dust."

   "Angel dust?  What's that?"

   "It comes from heaven and girls like you use it all the time."

   "Really?"

   "Sure, here let me show you how to use it." Tapping out a small amount
on a CD cover, he used a credit card to make two short lines of the powder.
Taking a rolled up dollar, he explained to her how she was to put one of
the lines in each side of her nose.  She thought it was weird, but did it
anyway.

   She looked at the lines, two of them, long and thin and waiting for her.
He was holding her, his hand gripping her shoulder, pushing her down a
little, not really forcing so much as encouraging her.  She looked at him
and then back down and if this was the only way to get God's approval...

   She snorted the first line, doing it quickly, inhaling sharply so that
the white powder went deep in her nose, into her nasal cavity and it stung
a little, which surprised her and she jerked and pinched her nose.  She had
tears in her eyes.

   "The other one, do it up quick now." He said and his face was close to
hers as he brought the case closer.

   She did it, just like he wanted, taking the other line in her other
nostril, sniffing it up deeply and wincing at the strange sensation and
then she sat back up sort of catching her breath, wishing her heart would
slow down.

   Then it hit her, all at once, a huge rush of...Something.  She blinked
rapidly and she could taste something in the back of her mouth.  Her skin
seemed to grow cold, so cold it was hot and she giggled.  She wasn't dizzy,
not exactly, just giddy and light headed and her blood was rushing hot
through her veins.  She was high, floating and full of energy and she could
feel everything and nothing at all.  Smelling, hearing and seeing
everything in the world it seemed like.

   "Better?" Gary asked and he was rubbing her body and it felt good,
really good.

   She was smiling and nodding and she wondered why she'd been so worried.
Father Mallory sent him to help make her the goddess she needed to be just
like God wants.  He was rubbing her shoulders and his mouth was so close,
his breath in her ear.  It was hot and humid and tickling her so she turned
her flushed face to the man and found herself kissing him.  Or was he
kissing her?

   "Mmmphh..." she widened her eyes and felt his hand on her chest,
squeezing her and she got a sudden charge between her legs.

   She didn't want to stop him and found her hand drifting out to his
crotch.  His tongue was in her mouth and she was sucking it, she realized.
She wanted him to fuck her and pushed herself against his hand as it
pinched her left nipple, squeezing her through the thin material, hurting
her because he was really squeezing it hard then.

   It didn't hurt and she was kissing him back, chasing his tongue inside
his mouth and then she stopped.  Pushing herself away, she pulled her shirt
off.  Her head was on fire and she licked her lips, not really knowing or
understanding that she was fucked up.  The Angel dust was messing her up
inside.  Giggling she told Gary he could fuck her if he wanted to.  He
leaned down and kissed her again and her head began to spin.  She was hot
for it, her pussy was trembling with excitement and her little flat nipples
were hard and burning, aching for a kiss, a bite, a lick.

   "Down...Lie down." Gary was pushing her and she didn't fight him.

   She was lying down in the back seat of his car, her feverish mind
reeling beneath the influence of those drugs he'd given her and nothing
mattered except getting fucked.  She was helpless and not just horny...she
was desperate for sex, and uncontrollable lust filled her soul.  She just
needed to feel his cock inside of her.  She was enjoying it and she told
herself it was fun being a temple goddess.  She kissed him again because
she wanted God to know.

   He pulled her tight shorts off and time seemed to go forwards and
backwards, so that sometimes it was like she was still sitting there, still
holding the rolled up money and then she'd blink and see Gary's face above
her, feeling his cock inside her.  She was pulling him closer and giggling,
wrapping her skinny legs around his butt tightly, or floating in the air
and looking down.  He was fucking her and it felt good.  All the other
times it hurt or at least felt weird.  He was telling her she was beautiful
and sexy and stabbing his hard cock inside her over and over.  And
somewhere in there, towards the end, she had an incredible orgasm.

   "Oh shit...oh shit, oh shit, don't stop!" she shook her head, staring up
at him.  "God that feels good!"

   "MMmmmmm baby,...this is good, Jessie...Fuck you're a hot little slut."
He was smiling at her, pinning her down in the seat with his swollen cock
sliding in and out of her quickly.

   "I'm fucking, fucking another fucking man," she giggled squeezing him
with her pussy.  "I never want to stop, never!" She jerked again, throwing
her butt several inches off the seat.  "I want it all inside me.  Oh fuck,
fuck fuck fuck..." She thrust her hips up and down, matching his pace and
yelled at him to cum inside her 'pussy'.

   He let out a long, loud moan then began spraying his hot sperm into the
thin membrane of her immature sex.  She could feel every squirt, every
throb as he pumped his cum deep into her.  Her hard little clit and her
swollen pussy lips, already glistening with the juices from their fuck
pulsed with every heart beat.  She could feel his semen leaking out, adding
to the mix, spilling it all over her pussy like a big white fire.  She felt
tears filling her eyes and she swallowed hard.  Nothing could be better
than this...  nothing.

   "Damn...I knew you'd be good fuck, Jessie." Gary was smiling, finishing
his orgasm with some heavy slaps of his cockhead against the soft swell of
her pubic mound.  "But damn..."

   She watched him drive away and rushed into the house.  Her mother still
wasn't home and she was still feeling the effects from the Angel dust. 
Buster came to greet her at the door and she half dragged him down the
hallway towards her room.  She wanted another cock.  Wasting no time, she
stripped and lay on the floor, pulling his nose to her burning slit.

   ****

   John walked in and was greeted by the savory aroma of his wife's
cooking. That's her one great quality he's truly thankful for.  Coming up
behind her, he grabbed her hips and kissed her on the neck.  Ever since she
returned from her mother's house, she hadn't been the same.  Not once have
they had sex and he needed it.  He brought her flowers to make her feel
better.

   It wasn't that she was angry or anything, but she was still cold towards
him.  "Dinner will be late.  I had to do some shopping and that put me
back," she said not even turning towards him.

   "That's fine, honey, I need to finish up something in the study anyway.
Probably take an hour or so.  Just call me when it's time to eat." She
nodded as he kissed her neck once again and left.

   He walked to Jessie's room to say hi as he did every day when he got
home.  She was getting so big now and pushing her independence.  He had
been worried about what Father Mallory did and wrongfully assumed that the
priest would be hounding him daily and making threats about the video.  So
far he hadn't heard anything since Sunday.

   Swinging the door open, John got the shock of his lifetime.  There in
the middle of the floor was his darling young daughter, face down and
turned away with her butt in the air.  Buster was facing away from her with
their butts glued together.  The dog was struggling to break free and
finally did so after several intense tugs.  His cock shot out with a flop
from her gapping hole, releasing a torrent of watery cum in its wake.

   Rolling over, she parted her legs and began rubbing between her legs. 
Never before had he seen something so perverse, so vulgar, so sick and yet
so exciting.  He'd give his right nut to see Sarah just once touch herself
like that let alone actually see her fucking the dog.  His entire body felt
like electricity was surging from head to toe and his neglected cock began
to swell.

   Jessie head was still swirling from the Angel dust as her fingers dug
deeper into her pussy.  She wasn't sore like she had been before and the
sensation between her legs was unimaginable great.  Her eyes opened to
slits and she saw a figure standing at her door-way.  She smirked.  Another
man wanting to shoot his seeds of lust into her.  Pulling her torso up with
her elbows, she looked through her drug induced hazy at the tall man
staring down at her.

   The man looked like her father, but she couldn't quite focus.  It didn't
matter because Father Mallory told her she should allow her father to fuck
her whenever he wanted to.  She spread her legs further and smiled up at
him.

   John stood confounded by the situation.  He gazed at his young daughter
displaying herself like some raunchy street whore.  Even from ten feet away
he could see how red and inflamed her genitals looked.  He had to shake his
head at the irony.  For the past 12 years he'd been trying to get his prim
wife to loosen up, dress and act more slutty and be a little bit of a sex
freak.  Ironically his young daughter is doing just that.

   His cock throbbed down his pants leg, tenting out halfway down to his
knee.  This was an incredible turn on watching her exhibit herself like
some common tramp.  He'd all but given up on having Sarah become his
fantasy lover, but perhaps, just maybe he could turn to Jessie.  Stepping
into her room, he sneered at the thought and closed the door.

   Jessie was flat on her back looking up at the giant looming over her. 
With the way the light was above him, it gave his head a whitish glow,
distorting who he was.  He looked so tall, so handsome.  She smiled and
squirmed on the floor, inviting him to her.

   He was naked now and kneeling at his daughter's side.  Her pussy looked
angry and swollen.  The skin around was raw and bruised, coated with a
shiny glaze.  She said nothing as he moved between her legs and lined up
his cock with her gap.  Seconds later he was easing himself into the tight
confines of her girlhood.  She was so sexy, so tight, so hot and so wet.

   Not wanting to hurt her, he only pushed half in before pulling out.  The
first two times he fucked her she was still shallow.  She was pulling her
nipples and rotating her hips as he fucked into her.  She was still tight
but surprisingly not as tight as he remembered.  He quickened his pace. 
Before long he was pushing a little more inside her while her head flopped
from side to side, her eyes screwed tightly closed.

   He knew he wouldn't last long and began pumping his cum into her within
a few minutes.  He rolled off her panting, trying to make sense of it all.
He felt guilty now that he wasn't controlled by his cock.  "That was your
daughter asshole," he mumbled to himself, angry for fucking her like that.
"She's just a little girl."

   Just then he felt movement on his legs and looked down to see Jessie was
pulling herself over to get to his cock.  She slid the cum covered piece of
meat into her mouth like it was candy and began nursing on it.  Damn it
felt so good...

   He grew hard again and rubbed her back while she sucked.  Buster came
over to her and began sniffing between her legs.  Without missing a beat,
she shifted her hips and spread her legs giving him access.  John watched
amazed as his dog licked his daughter's cunt.  "I guess what I can't have
in a wife; I'll have in a daughter," he whispered to no one.  It wasn't
long before he filled her mouth with cum.

   ***

   John thought back to his own youth, at the time where it all started. 
He lost his virginity at 13 to his 16-year-old cousin.  Every boy past
puberty in his family fucked her.  It was almost like a rite of passage or
something.  She was a slut and everyone knew it.  She was always dating
different boys and even though they went to different schools, he's heard
talk about her.  His two older brothers had been fucking her for years
before he started.

   His first real girlfriend was Suzy when he was a sophomore in high
school.  They had a few classes together and he like the way she dressed
and acted.  When he found out she'd had sex with two boys at the same time
at a party, he knew he had to have her.  He loved sluts.  They became an
item even though she continued to fuck around, going through the sports
department like the Bubonic Plague.  John loved that and encouraged her to
cheat on him to have sloppy `seconds'.

   They broke up after a few months and he began dating only the girls with
bad reputations.  There was something about sluts that really turned him
on. In college he dated all his frat brother's left over's and any stray
girl that would wind up pulling a train in one of the back rooms.  He
became obsessed with slutty girls and even dated one girl who later turned
pro.

   It was his senior year when three of his frat brothers made a bet with
him.  There was this girl everyone knew of but no one could touch.  Sarah
Gilmore, the preacher's daughter.  Even without makeup, wearing her hair
only in a bun and long skirts, she was stunning.  They bet him $100 each
that he couldn't fuck her.  It was a challenge, but the bet was made. 
Sarah was a virgin and planned to stay that way until marriage.

   Although he only began dating her on a bet, he soon had feelings for her
and her sweet nature.  He thought maybe it was time to settle down and find
a 'nice' girl, which Sarah definitely was.  It took 18 months and a wedding
vow, but he finally won the bet.  He fucked Sarah.  Since then he's yearned
for the times of his youth, but couldn't persuade her to be a whore.  In
the 12 years they were married, he's fucked a dozen woman, all were
prostitutes and all were very slutty.

   No matter what he did, he never could get Sarah to role play or act out
any of his desires.  Once, while she was drunk, he told a guy they met at
the party he could kiss her if he wanted to.  He tried and she slapped his
face.  The only other man was a few years back who at his insistence
touched her ass and she began yelling at him, making a scene and wanting to
call the police to press charges.  Oral sex was 'gross' and anal sex was a
sin.  She only wanted missionary style and as few of times as possible.  In
all the years they've been married, John estimates they "made love" less
than 500 times and always the same way.

   ***

   They lay on the floor a few minutes together.  John had to know why she
had made such a drastic transformation so quickly.  She was never like this
and even when Father Mallory was talking to her in church, she resisted his
requests..  He asked but wasn't prepared for the answer.

   She told him everything and even showed him all the toys and porno
Father Mallory left her.  He sat bewildered as she explained to him all the
details of what the priest said and how she would burn in hell if she
didn't do what God wanted and how dogs have the most sins of any animal and
that's why she has to fuck him everyday.  She even included all the men she
had sex with, including that Gary guy.  John was amazed that one twisted
confession created this mega-slut.

   He was at a cross road with his conscious.  Should he allow her to
suffer for his weakness?  Tell her what she was doing was wrong and that
she was far too young to even be thinking about sex, let alone doing it? 
Should he stand up to Father Mallory and refuse to allow him to abuse his
daughter this way and risk going to prison?

   "Sweet pea," he said stroking her hair while she gently sucked the tip
of his cock and massaged his balls.  He knew what he had to do.  She pulled
her mouth off him and looked up to his face.  "You know what you're doing
isn't right, don't you."

   Her mind, still feeling the effects of the drug, and her lack of
maturity didn't understand what he meant.  "Huh?  What do you mean, daddy?"

   He wrestled with himself again over the next thing out of his mouth. 
She was just a child, his child and was younger than her actual age.  Hell,
she still believed in Santa Claus, the Easter bunny and the damn tooth
fairy.  It would be wrong not to correct the situation.  "You're, uh, doing
it wrong." His cock began to stir again.  This could be his greatest
opportunity, but she's only a little girl...  "Becoming a temple goddess, I
mean.  You'll never please God doing it like you are."

   "I'm doing what Father Mallory told me to," she said with a worried look
on her face.

   "I know you are, sweetheart, but doing that will only guarantee you'll
go to heaven, not me, your momma and Buster.  There's a lotta girls out
there just like you, all wanting the same thing but there can only be the
one who is chosen.  You know, first place.  Like in a race."

   "But Father Mallory said if I do everything he told me, all my family
and friends will be in heaven waiting for me when I die.  I want you and
mommy and Buster and Grandma Olivia and Grandma Beth to go there with me."

   "Yes, that's true, but the best temple goddess gets even more.  Do you
know what the best temple goddess gets when she goes to heaven?" She shook
her head no.  "A pony." He knew this would clinch it for her.  She loved
horses and always begged to get one.  It was just impossible for that but
he has paid for riding lessons for the past two summers.

   Her eyes lit up and her expression changed to overwhelming excitement.
"Really?!  A real pony!!" she almost yelled.  "Oh my God, a real pony!" He
knew he had her hooked.  Now it was time to reel her in.

   "But it will take a lotta hard work.  Sometimes you might not want to do
it.  Sometimes it may hurt or feel bad, but to be the best and win the pony
you gotta do it, understand?" She nodded her head waiting for him to tell
her more about how to get the pony.

   She sat up, hanging on every word as he explained her role as a whore
for Jesus and how to be the number one God slut.  How she should dress, how
she should walk and talk and how she needed to start wearing makeup.  Her
mind was like a sponge, soaking up all the depraved information he
provided. The more he talked, the more turned on he became.  Not only would
he finally have the ultimate slut, but he'd have a hand in creating her.

   "You need to get cleaned up now," he said breaking her trance.  "Dinner
will be ready soon and we don't want mommy walking in on us.  This is
something she can never find out about, okay?" She nodded and pulled
herself up.  John watched as she walked naked towards the bathroom.  Damn
she had a fine little ass.  That's where he'll fuck her next, he thought
with a smile.

   All through dinner Jessie fidgeted in her seat.  Sarah even asked her if
she was okay.  She was excited about the pony and still coming down from
her cocaine high.  John smiled at her several times when they made eye
contact, almost like school kids flirting in the cafeteria.  Afterwards,
Jessie went off to her room.  John Helped clear the table then mumbled he
had work to finish in his study while Sarah began cleaning up the dinner
mess.

   John didn't even bother knocking as he entered her room.  He had told
her that she was still too tight and needed to stretch herself more with
those toys Father Mallory gave her.  As the door opened, he saw she was
doing just that.  She was on the bed, naked from the waist down fucking
herself with a large, black dildo.  He got instantly hard.

   Getting the KY on the table, he had her turn over and present her butt
to him.  Slowly he eased his engorged cock into her tight little ass.  He
began fucking her, speeding up with every thrust.  Before long he was
berating her, calling her a whore and a cunt, a fucking slut and a cum
bucket.  He told her the only thing she was good for was to get fucked so
she'd better get used to it.

   They both grunted when he sprayed her bowels with his cum.  She fell
forward, dislodging his deflating cock, panting.  Aside for the butt plug
that she was given, nothing had been in her butt before.  He was rough and
since the angel dust was out of her system, it hurt more than ever.  He
glared down at her, wiping the sweat from his brow.  "You gotta do better
than that if you wanna win," he said zipping his pants.  "Much better."

   The cum was leaking out of her gapping, reddened hole and slithering
down her pussy.  He caught some between his fingers and pulled her head up
to shove it into her mouth.  She let him and even licked off his fingers.
He smiled.  She was definitely trainable.

   He had her turn onto her back and shoved the dildo back inside of her.
She groaned as it penetrated her.  "Keep fucking yourself until I tell you
to stop," he told her before leaving.  ***

   He worked on some paper work for a while, made a few phone calls, had a
couple of beers and the Sarah came in to 'talk'.  She wanted to explain
what happened at her mother's and why she'd been so distant.  After a
long-winded conversation, she admitted that she met her old high school
boyfriend and they went out a few times and Friday night before she
returned, they had sex.  She admitted she was wrong and would never do
anything like that again.

   He was dumbfounded.  Never before had his prudish wife ever remotely
displayed any inkling of wanting an affair and the fact that she seemed to
even hate sex was baffling.  They talked for the longest time as she was
afraid they would be finished but the guilt was eating away at her.  They
hugged and she cried and he promised they could work it out.

   It was already almost 9 o'clock and he headed to take a shower.  While
scrubbing his cock, he thought back to Jessie and what they had done.  It
was then that he realized he never told her to stop fucking herself.

   After he dried off, he headed to her room only to find the
sweat-drenched, panting and exhausted girl still trying to fuck herself
with the rubber cock.  It had been over two solid hours and she was worn
out.  She groaned when he pull it out.

   She was raw, very raw and the outer lips were swollen.  She had worked
the cum into a froth which had dried and became gritty.  Her arms were weak
and her hands could hardly grip the tool.  She was panting as if running a
marathon and her legs were perpetually spread.  "Did I do okay, daddy?" she
croaked looking up at him.

   "Yea, sweet pea, you did great.  God will be very proud of you." She
smiled.  He stared at her miss-shapened hole.  It looked funny, almost like
the mouth in the painting 'the scream'.  It was elongated and gapped
opened. He hoped for everyone's sake she would close up.

   "I'm taking a shower," they heard Sarah shout from down the hall.  He
looked back at Jessie and smiled.

   "Let's see how opened you are now," he said dropping the towel.

   She was numb and it was sore while he fucked her, but afterward it was
simply a dull ache.  She was much looser but still tighter than Sarah.  He
was able to cum and get dressed before her mother even got out of the
shower.  She pulled herself up and headed to the restroom.  By the time she
cleaned up, brushed her teeth and slipped on her jamies, it was 9:30 and
time for bed.  They both kissed her good night and tucked her in.

   ***

   Just before 10 John went to check on Jessie.  He always double checked
all the doors and windows and Jessie before going to bed.  He tried her
door knob and it was locked.  John thought this was strange as she never
locked her door.  He was about to knock when he heard a deep grunt and the
rhythmic squeaking of bed springs.  The door locks had the sardine can
style key which he kept above each of the doors.  Quietly he unlocked the
door and cracked it opened an inch.

   There was an older, grey-haired man lying on his stomach on her bed
bouncing up and down.  With each upward bounce, he could see the tiny body
of Jessie under him.  Only her skinny left leg and arm could be seen.  John
massaged his growing erection excited to see her being fucked again.

   He was a portly man, but not obese.  He had a beard, but it wasn't long.
He almost reminded him of a skinner Santa.  Who is this the man and how
does he know its okay to molest his little girl?  He began to slow his pace
and moaning.  John knew he was busting a nut inside his young daughter.

   "Is everything alright?" he heard a voice from behind him.  It was Sarah
walking towards him.  He slowly closed the door and walked towards her. 
She was right next to him.  He didn't want them to hear.  His large cock
was poking out down his boxer leg and he prayed she wouldn't notice. 
Putting his finger to his lips, he hushed her until they got further down
the hall.

   "Yes, she's fine," he started.  She's asleep and I don't want to wake
her," he added.  She smiled and kissed his cheek.

   "I probably should be jealous.  I think you're more concerned for her
than me," she said with a smile.  John smiled back.  If he was so
concerned, why didn't he barge into the room and beat the hell out of that
old man raping his daughter?

   John was horny as hell and tried kissing Sarah to get her in the mood.
She spurned his advances and told him 'not tonight, dear'.  Same thing all
the time.  He rolled over and thought of Jessie.

   ***

   He made sure Sarah was asleep before heading back to Jessie's room. 
Quietly he tiptoed down the hall, careful not to make any sounds.  The door
wasn't locked so he eased it opened.  Inside he could see his little angel
sound asleep under the blanket.  He crept inside.  She was on her back
snoring softly, her matted hair plastered to her face from sweat.  Gently
he pulled her blanket down, exposing her nearly nude body.  Her pajamas
were pulled up to her chin leaving her naked from her chest downward. 
There was moisture trickling out.  In the dim light it looked clear with
flakes of whiteness.

   Bending down, he began licking her, lapping all the warm, salty gel. 
God how long has it been since he's had a cream pie.  Every girlfriend he
ever had he ate them out with cum in their pussies.  Well, everyone except
Sarah.  She began to stir and he felt her fingers on his head.  She was
very tasty, salty-sweet with a hint of pee.  He spread her legs further
apart to get more of the delicacy.

   His tongue was warm and comforting to her.  It had been a hard day and
her pussy was tender and soar.  He lapped at it like a dog drinking water,
slurping whatever juices leaked out.  She knew if she was to be the best
slut, the bestest in the whole world, she'd have to let men do whatever
they want to her 'cause that's what sluts do.

   He came up to her mouth and they began French kissing.  She could taste
the sex on his breath as their tongues wrestled.  He sucked hers hard,
pulling it far into his mouth.  His fingers were playing with her nipples,
pulling, pinching and twisting them.  They were sore from everyone else
doing that, but she didn't complain.  Sluts don't complain.

   "I saw you fucking that old man," he whispered into her ear.  "Who was
he?e" She shrugged her shoulder adding he was some one Father Mallory sent
over.  John smiled at the thought of yet another stranger had fucked her.
"You're such a good little slut," he said kissing her nipples.  With that
he moved around to mount her.  She was petite, her head only reaching to
his chest when their genitals lined up.

   He entered her and she cried out as he slipped deeply into her abused
girlhood.  "Shhhhh, it's okay my little cum slut," he reassured.  Just one
more time and you can go to sleep.  Daddy just needs to get a nut off into
his favorite little slut."

   He began fucking into her as if she was one of the prostitutes he'd
fucked in the past.  His eyes were shut, his passion high his excitement
overwhelming as he literally pounded into her.  Years of pent up
frustrations were released like a broken dam.  The force of his thrusts was
knocking the breath out of her and her noisy bed squeaked madly as he
pulverized her battered hole.  In a way it was almost as if he was
punishing her for her mothers fidgetiness.  "Take daddy's cock you little
whore!" he cried out.

   He was close, almost ready to cum when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, pal, what you think you're doin'?" John jumped, startled beyond
anything he'd ever experienced before.  The sudden shock caused him to turn
sharply, jerking his cock from her tight confines and landing next to her.
He was panting and sweating, trying to figure out who was in her room with
them.

   "You're supposed to be done by now," the man said.  John looked
confusedly up at the chubby man with a large pot belly unshaven face oily
hair and thick-rimed glasses.

   "What the hell are you talking about?" He said furious that he
interrupted him.  This man has the nerve to be in his house, in his
daughter's bedroom asking him what he's doing.  John was about to get up
and punched the man in the face.

   "I already paid Frank," he said.  "I was told you would be done by 11.
Its 11:15 so you're time's up.  It's my turn now."

   John was flabbergasted.  This man actually PAID to have sex with Jessie?
He got the biggest charge from that and felt goose bumps run across his
body.  Staring up at the man waiting impatiently for his turn, he rolled
out of bed, his semi-flaccid cock dragging across Jessie's crotch as he
exited.  Standing back, he watched as the stranger unzipped and fished out
his soft cock, instructing Jessie to 'get him hard'.

   She looked to her father then sat up to take him into her mouth.  It was
a incredible sight, reminding him of his college days when he would often
bring sluts to the frat house and let his brothers have a turn with them.
Later he'd take them home but would always lick them clean before dropping
them off.  He was hard within seconds of seeing Jessie's mouth envelope the
fat pud.

   It didn't take long before the man was moving his hips back and forth,
slowly fucking it into her mouth.  He wasn't very long, maybe six inches,
but it was really thick.  It reminded him of a potato, narrow at the end
and getting really fat in the middle.  It was shaped funny, had big veins
bulging out all over and was a sickly color.  "I'm gunna fuck you now," was
all he said as his pants were dropped to his feet and he climbed in bed
with her.

   Jessie's legs opened, welcoming her newest lover.  Hurriedly he lined
his cock up to her hole and squeezing into her tight fissure.  She grunted
like a stuck pig as he forced the bloated cock into her.  John was about
three inches longer but the guy was definitely thicker, much thicker.

   He fucked into her like a rabbit, taking short, quick strokes hardly
raising more than a couple of inches off of her.  The bed scarcely made a
sound.  John was more turned on than he had been in years, not since his
college days.  He couldn't wait for the guy to finish so that he could
clean her up.  He licked his lips at the thought.  Just then he heard the
toilet flush.  Damn it, Sarah's awake.

   Knowing she would come looking for him, he quickly dressed and slipped
out, stealing one more glance at the stocky man pumping up and down on his
daughter.  Her timing is terrible and he's going to have to do something
about that later.  Rushing to his study at the end of the hallway, he
turned just as their bedroom door opened and Sarah came out.  He was just
walking out and headed her way.

   "Why are you up so late?" she asked as he neared.

   "I forgot I had a report I need to turn in tomorrow.  I just finished it
up," he said putting his arm around her waist to turn her away from
Jessie's room.

   "I just want to check on Jessie," she said, "Make sure she's covered up
and her window's closed."

   "I, uh already did that.  She's fine," he said steering her back towards
their room.  "Are you sure you don't want to..." he said giving her a wink
and a quick grab of her ass.

   "No, John, it's too late." He shook his head.  Same old excuse.  He
wished he could tell her about Jessie.  Tell her he's got the perfect
solution.  She could be the wife, do the cooking, cleaning, shopping, pay
bills, etc, and Jessie could take care of his sexual needs.  They wouldn't
even have to kiss any more if she didn't want to.  Hell, Jessie could
handle everything like that.

   They made it to bed and she turned her back to him right away.  He tried
to spoon with her, poking his erection into the small of her back but she
simply shifted forwards a little.  He turned and dreamed of Jessie.  It
would be great if he could have Jessie for his wife instead of this cold
fish.

   John waited nearly an hour once Sarah began snoring to make his way back
to Jessie's room.  His cock stayed hard the entire time as he softly
massaged it.  Several times he got close to cuming but wanted to save it
for his young lover.  Once he felt it was safe, he sneaked back down the
hallway.

   Jessie was on her side, legs retracted with her small butt facing
towards him.  She looked so cute and innocent with her thumb stuck in her
mouth.  He rubbed her back a little before rolling her onto her over.  She
hardly stirred as he stealthily moved closer to feast on her prize.  Her
eyes fluttered opened as his unshaven face scratched her inner thighs.

   "Daddy?" she asked rubbing the sleep away trying to focus.

   "Yes, sweety, just relax and let daddy clean you up," he said before
dropping his face back down.  His tongue felt as rough as Busters although
she knew it wasn't.  Her privates were just that sensitive.  She moaned a
few times from the pain, but John took it as her enjoyment and doubled his
efforts.  When there was no more cum to get out, he crawled back up and
slid inside her.  He didn't last long and was filling her tiny cavity once
again with sperm.  He left her groaning, panting and sweating.

   ~end of pt 2

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