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Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 04:10:07 -0500
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Prick Tease (MM MF nc inc anal)
By MyGuiltySecrets <mygs67@gmail.com>
Copyright (C) 2006
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All rights reserved no use by pay sites allowed.
All other uses require written permission from the authors.
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(This is my first story.  Please be gentle.)

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The phone rang next to me, waking me from my sleep. A hazy, half
remembered erotic dream evaporated as I fumbled for the hand set.

"What the fuck?", I thought to myself.

"Hello?", sleep still thick in my voice.

"Dad!"

It was Alison, my daughter.  She had come home from University for the
Easter break, and had headed out with her friends earlier this
evening.  I looked at the bedside clock....03:35 glowed back from the
alarm clock...very early Saturday morning.

"Uh...what's up sweety?"

"Dad! Sorry, I guess I woke you, but I could really do with a lift
home.  We got separated as we left the night club, and I can't find a
taxi or my friends anywhere."

I rubbed my eyes trying to focus.

"OK honey, are you sure there are no taxis around?"

"No Dad, I've been wandering the streets trying to hail one, but there
is nothing around....I think I've managed to get myself lost."

A note of panic in her voice helped bring me to my senses.

"Where exactly are you?"

"I'm in the industrial estate - all I can see are warehouses around
me"

The night clubs had all been moved out of the town center after
complaints from the neighbours about the noise.  Still there should
have been plenty of taxis waiting outside when the clubs closed.

"Can you see any business names?"

"Well, I'm in front of one that sounds like a removal company."

"OK honey, I know the one".  We had used the firm to move the family
to the town five years ago.

"Stay right there - I need to get dressed and then I will be right
over.  Probably about 15 minutes".

"Thanks Dad!  You're a life saver!"

I hung up the phone, turned on the light and threw back the covers.
The cold hit me and made me shiver.  "Serves me right for sleeping
naked" I thought to myself.  My wife had always wondered why I slept
naked, especially when it got so cold at night.  I tried to explain
that once you are under the covers and got nice and warm, especially
when I cuddled up to her, my own little hot water bottle.  No such
comforting these days.  It had been two years since she had passed
away after a long fight with cancer.  It still hurt to think about the
pain she went through towards the end.

My erection quickly disappeared, the dream quickly forgotten and the
cold doing its job.

I grabbed a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and slipped them on.  No
time for underwear.  My trainers and zip-up sweatshirt were by the
back door, and I grabbed them as I headed out into the cold and up to
the garage.

I stifled a yawn as I waited for the automatic garage door to open and
hopped in the car.  Hopefully I would be back in my warm bed in half
an hour.  Hopefully I could re-enter that dream.  I was sure my wife
had featured in the star role...

Driving through the deserted streets, I made my way out of town
towards the industrial estate.  I saw no one else - "Lucky buggers,
all home asleep...."

Ten minutes later I started navigating the one way system that made
the estate a nightmare to negotiate.  Still, I used it as a rat run to
get to the out of town shopping center, so I was pretty sure how to
get to the removal firm's warehouse.

Turning the corner, I could see the warehouse further down the street
on the left.  Dim street lighting illuminated the road, but it all
look deserted.

"Come on Alison, where are you hiding" I thought.

I pulled up outside the warehouse.  The tall double chain link fences
were clearly padlocked.  Still no sign of my daughter.

"OK, she's not stupid.  If she isn't here, she must have either caught
a taxi, or gone somewhere for shelter from the cold".  Luckily I had
remembered to pick up my mobile phone as I left the house.  I dialed
Alison's number and waited.  Eventually, it rang out and diverted to
the answer machine.

"Oh come on Alison.  I'm really not in the mood for this."

Just then, something caught my eye.  A light in the warehouse was on,
and something had caused a shadow to pass in front of it.

Maybe Alison had also seen the light and headed in for some shelter.
Well, she better had, or there would be trouble.

I pulled the car into a lay by just past the main gates and turned off
the engine.  I got out and locked the car, and pulled my hood up over
my head to protect from the cold wind.  Heading back towards the gates
I saw that the pedestrian gate to the side was unlocked.  Pushing it
open, I walked up to the warehouse, my hands deep in my pockets.

The light was coming through a frosted glass panel in a door marked
"Office.

I tried the handle, and it opened.

"Hello?" I called out into the office.  The office itself was dark,
and the light was coming from the main warehouse, which I could see
through another internal door that was lying open.

Getting no reply, I walked over to the other door.

"Anyone here?  Alison?"

Still no reply and no noise coming from the building.

I poked my head into the warehouse to see if I could see anyone.

The left half of the building was shelved from floor to ceiling and
was stacked with packing boxes.  Removal storage.  "They should have
better security than that" I thought.  Anyone could wander in here and
steal people's belongings.

On the right were the removal company's vans parked up for the night,
and an area that contained empty packing boxes, tea chests and packing
blankets.

Still no one in sight I called out again as I stepped into the large
room.  Something wasn't right here.

That was the last thought I had as a noise behind made me start to
turn.

A brief image of body closing up quickly behind me and thump,
something caught the back of my head and I went down, out cold.

....

Faint voices slowly brought me back to conciousness.  A dull throbbing
ache in my head made me emit a small moan.  "Fuck that hurt".

"Hey, he's awake!"

The shout echoed around the warehouse, somewhere over my shoulder.

"Good, it's about time."

"Well, you shouldn't have hit him so hard".

"Needed to be sure he wouldn't run or fight back".

I was lying curled on the ground, on top of a blanket.  "Probably
packing blankets" I thought.  Which was a stupid thought as I slowly
realised my predicament.  My hands were tied behind my back with what
felt like tape.  There must have been plenty of it, because I couldn't
move my hands apart at all.  "Just like that time with my wife".  An
image flashed through my mind, immediately followed by the realisation
again that things were not looking good.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I could see three men standing a few yards away looking at me.  I
thought I recognised the man in front.  "Wasn't he one of the removal
men from five years ago?"

"Right, we can begin".  This from the the man in front.  That woke me
up a bit more.

"Get him up on his knees".  The two other men came over and grabbed me
under my arms and hoisted me up into a kneeling position.

"Welcome to payback time!  Hey, that sound's like a Hollywood film!"

Something made me look over my shoulder.

"Oh my god!" It was Alison.  She was kneeling in the same position
further along the blanket.  Her hands were also tied behind her back.
This had made her top even tighter around her big breasts, making them
standout against the fabric of her sweater.  Her nipples jutted out
through her bra obscenely, no doubt from standing out in the cold.
She was still wearing the short leather skirt that didn't quite reach
her knees.

Tearing my gaze away from her breasts, I looked at her face.  A piece
of tape was covering her mouth and her blue-green eyes were wide with
fear.  Tears were drying on her cheeks.

"So, a quick introduction first."  The man has walked over and stood
between us.

"You may not remember me, but you employed me and my men to move you
into that big house of yours a few years ago."

"I remember you" I said as defiantly as I could muster.

"Good.  What you might not remember is what your little daughter was
up to that day."

"Pardon?"

I looked over at Alison, but saw no change in her expression.

"Your little daughter is or was one big prick tease."

"What!  Look, I have no idea why you have tied us up here, but ....".
Before I could finish my outburst the man hit me hard across the face.

"Shut up!  You just keep that mouth of yours shut while explain the
situation.  You will have plenty of time to use your mouth later on, I
promise".  Coarse laughter from the other men.

"What the hell was he talking about?  Why the hell am I here?  Why the
hell were we both here?"  This time I kept the questions to myself.
My self preservation instincts were kicking in.

"As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, that day five years
ago caused me and my men some considerable frustration."

"You might remember it was a hot day, and we were all working in
shorts and t-shirts.  It seems that this obviously had some effect on
your daughter and she started to flirt with us."

I started to open my mouth to speak, but the man raised his eyebrows
and I quickly shut my mouth again.

"Good.  Now we don't mind a bit of flirting with pretty girls, a perk
of the job you might say.  But out of sight of Mummy and Daddy, your
daughter started taking it a bit further.  A bit of leg on show here,
a bit of cleavage on show there, a bared midriff, a sexy look over her
shoulder.  And damn, she was just as hot then as she it now.  Anyway,
this was everytime one of us carried in one of your boxes up to the
bedrooms."

"Needless to say, we started to get a little hot under the collar, and
one of the lads decided he would see just how far she was willing to
go."

"So up he went with the final box for her room and found her sitting
up on the bed he had just screwed together for her.  He put the box
down and closed the door. You and your wife were busy downstairs
directed us to put that bloody heavy furniture into your dining room."

"He sat down at the foot of her bed and asked if there was anything
else he could do for your precious daughter."

"And you know what your little daughter did then?  Huh?  She looked
him straight in the eye and said 'I think there something I could do
for you'.  Now if that isn't a come on I don't know what is.  Just
then I had called out for my man to come and help with that dining
room table of yours. So he left and came back downstairs."

"Once we had finished the table, and he had told us what was happening
upstairs right under your nose, he and his best mate over there headed
back upstairs and into her room.  Closing the door again, they found
your daughter had taken off her trousers and top, and there she was
propped up on her bed in a pair of sexy panties and bra.  My men
looked at each other and smiled.  'OK girl, how about you help us over
here and relieve some of the pressure your little show has built up'.
With that, they both started to pull down their shorts to reveal two
growing erections.  And, let's just say that these two men are not
short in that department if you get my meaning."  More coarse
laughter.  "You still have us beat there mate!" one of them called
out.  "True, true", he said with an evil grin on his face.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Five years ago, Alison would
have been only sixteen.  And, although I knew she was likely to be
sexually active, and a very attractive girl, I just didn't see her as
the prick tease this man was describing.  (She had come to us when she
was fifteen and explained that although she wasn't seeing anyone
special, she wanted to go on the pill, just in case that time came; we
were happy that she knew the risks, and proud that she had come to
talk to us about it.  We figured she was being very mature about sex.
Yeah, right)

I glanced over at Alison, her head was bowed now so I couldn't see her
eyes.

"So there they were, two large erections pointing straight out at your
little girl, both men slowly fisting their pricks in anticipation. And
guess what she did then?  And I know because I had just joined them in
the room.  The little prick tease backs away onto the corner of the
bed and pulls her clothes back over her body.  Well, that's just not
right. To be left out on the cold there, just isn't right.  So the two
men walked round both sides of the bed to close in on her.  All they
wanted was a little action.  A quick suck would have done the job, and
we all wouldn't be here today.  But no, she starts raising her voice
threatening to shout out to 'Mummy and Daddy' that the big bad men
were going to rape her."

"Bloody prick tease" interjected one the men.

"So what were we law abiding men to do?  Hell, the girl was going to
ruin the whole thing, so there was nothing for it but to back away.
We finished the job, got out tip from you good self...", a sneer
crossed the man's face at this, "...and we headed off. But we all said
that what that girl really needs is a damn good fuck.  Oh and your
wife too.  Damn was she hot.  Those breasts of hers were huge!".

My face reddened at this remark.  My wife had had the most beautiful
large pendulous breasts in the world.  A trait that my daughter had
inheriting.

"But we thought no more about it after that.  Well, maybe a little as
I had a good wank that night, dreaming of screwing your precious
women.  Hell, I think I may even had you there in my mind, tied up and
helpless as they were both being royally fucked from behind, looking
up with big pleading eyes into your face.  Shit, that's getting me all
hot just thinking about it - time to move things along now."

"So, I'm sure you are asking yourself why we are all here on this cold
winter night, listening to our tails of woe. Well to tell you the
truth, we couldn't quite believe our luck when we were closing up the
warehouse a few minutes ago.  There standing outside our very front
gates was your daughter, pacing up and down trying to keep warm
waiting for Daddy to come and pick her up.  I recognised her
immediately.  She's all grown up now, but once a prick tease, always a
fucking prick tease.  I'm mean look at that top and skirt.  Push up
bra, to fully emphasise thot big pair of firm tits, with big nipples
just begging to be sucked.  The spitting image of your wife."

"She didn't recognise us - probably forgotten all about the men she
fucked off all those years ago.  But hey, what's a man to do.  I asked
her if she was ok, and she explained that you were coming to pick her
up.  I did the gentlemanly thing and suggested she came into the warm
office to wait.  She would have no problem seeing you from there.  And
in she trotted in her leather boots, bum swinging in front of us,
erections growing in our trousers."

"The rest was easy.  It was easy to tie her up and then wait for you
to show up.  Had a little chat while we waited.  You know, catching up
with old times.  Sorry to hear about your wife. I would have loved to
have her here as well to make it one big happy family reunion, so to
speak."

"Look, for god sake", I finally spoke up, seeing now clearly where
this little charade was going, "you have got to let us go right now.
I'm sorry that my daughter upset you and your men all those years ago,
but I'm sure she has learnt her lesson now, and if you just let us go,
we won't way anything to the police, I promise."

"Fine speech, but I don't think I gave you permission to speak."  And
with that the man punched me hard in the gut, doubling me over.

"So here is how the rest of the evening is going to go.  You are going
to sit there and watch as all three of us take our time to fuck your
daughter in every single one of her holes until she begs for more.
And then I suspect we will do it all over again.  It is the only way
the little prick tease is going to learn.  Oh, and we will film the
whole scene, make real sure that you and your daughter's faces are
clearly visible.  And if you go anywhere near the police, we will have
that video onto the internet quicker that you can say 'incest' with a
nice little story that you had set this whole thing up because you
wanted to get into that pussy of your daughter."

This wasn't happening.  Please god, this wasn't happening.  They were
about to rape my daughter, right in front of me, and there was nothing
I could do.  My precious little Alison.  Fucked by these monsters.  Oh
god.  And it was turning me on.  Despite the ache in my stomach and
head, I could feel my prick starting to harden.  Shit, I was one sick
bastard.

"Hey look, he's getting a stiffy!"  one of the men shouted, pointed at
my tracksuit bottoms that did little to hide my growing erection.

I could see Alison out of the corner of my eyes.  Her sobbing had
quietened down, and she was looking over at me.  I felt shame at the
thoughts she must be having about her Dad.  The one person who was
meant to be protecting her.

"So he is!  Well that answer my next question.  You see, we do have a
proposition that will hopefully spare your little daughter from the
pleasure we had planned for her."

"What is it?"

"I think that will be become clear shortly."

With that the man walked over and stood in front of me.  Slowly, with
a wicked smile on his lips, he undid the belt on his jeans.  Then the
top button, and slowly he pulled down the zip.

I couldn't believe what was happening.  He couldn't possible mean what
I thought he meant.

He slowly pushed the jeans over his hips and down to his ankles.  As
he stood up again, I could see a large bulge in the front of his boxer
shorts.  It was getting bigger.

"I think you are getting the picture."

One of the men had moved off into the shadows and now came back with
two video recorders mounted on tripods.  He proceeded to set them up
to cover the scene that was unfolding.

"And action!" he shouted out, laughing.

"Very funny" said the man in front of me.  He was massaging the bulge,
and it was slowly resolving into a prick.  A big, enormous, thick
dick.  The head had started to poke out over the top of he waist band.
He put his thumbs into the waist band of the shorts and push them down
quickly.  His prick dropped forward and hit me in the face.  It
continued to grow.

"Open wide Daddy.  Time to save you daughter from this monster.  I bet
it would rip her wide open."

He wasn't boasting.  Actually he was boasting, but fuck me, it was a
very big prick.  This was my personal nightmare.  I wasn't gay, I
wasn't.  I loved my wife, I loved fucking her.  But it was true that
sometimes I would come across stories on the web with men fucking each
other.  And they also turned me on.  Not pictures, just the stories.
Shit. Was I fucked up.

"Come on, you must have worked out the deal by now. It's either you,
me and this beauty, or it's your red haired beauty over there and all
three of us. Open wide and say 'Ah'".

His prick was pulsing right in front of my nose.  I looked up into his
face, and took a deep breath.  Slowly and opened my mouth and shut my
eyes.

"No, look at it while you suck me off."

And with that he moved his hips forward and his prick touched my
teeth.  "Come on, open wide.  And don't you dare bite."

My teeth parted and he pushed further, my teeth scraping along the top
and bottom of his prick.

Half an hour ago I had been sleeping at home, having a nice little wet
dream, and now here I was about to give a blow job to a man clearly in
control of the situation.

"Ah, yes.  Nice.  Now close your lips over my dick and started sucking
and licking."

He put his hands on the top of my head and started move my head and
his hips back and forward a little amount.

"Nice and slowly, and we will have you swallowing this piece of meat
in no time."

Please, please, this had better save my daughter.

I slowly sucked and licked my first prick as the man thrusted in short
lengths in and out of my mouth.

"Hm, not bad for a beginner. Now let's start feeding you some of the
rest of this monster."  In truth, only his large head had entered my
mouth, and now he was starting longer strokes, introducing more and
more of the length into my mouth.  Soon he hit the back of my mouth
making me cough and splutter, or at least try to.  My jaws were
starting to ache with the girth of his prick.

The man continued to thrust in and out of my mouth hitting the back
every so often.  Slowly he angled my head upwards and starting angling
the thrust down some more.  I was now looking along the shaft, half of
which was still not entering my mouth, up into his face.  A big smile
was playing across his lips.

"Hello, my good little cock sucker.  Now here comes the good
bit...well, for me at least."

With that his prick touched my tonsils and I started to gag, pulling
away from him.

"Oh no you don't."  And he pulled my head back into towards his groin,
again causing his prick to enter the top of my throat.  He repeated
this s few times, each time causing me to gag.

"Hm, nice and tight.  I'm sure your daughter's ass would have felt
like this."

My gag reflex started to subside and the man started bashing my throat
with a little more urgency.

"Ok, things are slowly coming to a head now."  The other men laughed.
They had moved to stand behind the man face fucking me, to have a
better view, and were stroking their own impressive erections.

The thrusts were becoming quicker now, and slowly my throat was
accommodating the intrusion.  I had stopped licking and sucking, but
it was clear that it was the tightness of my throat that was now
turning on my tormentor.

The next thrust caught me by surprise and he pushed harder to force
his prick deep into my throat.  He stopped there and waited a couple
of heart beats as I started to gag and struggle to catch a breath.

"Yes", he let out in a low growl.

He pulled back and let me suck in fresh air, and then plunged it
straight back in.  He picked up the pace now, diving deep into my
bruised throat every few strokes.

"Look at your daughter, now!  She can't believe her eyes.  Her dear
Dad is sucking a huge prick like a real pro right there in front of
her.  I wonder if it is turning her on?"

I refused to look over at Alison, concentrating on trying to breath.
To my shame, my prick was fully erect now, pushing my tracksuit
bottoms out from my waist.

"It certainly turning you on!"

He continued to fuck my face to what seemed like an age, and then
suddenly pulled my head all the way forward, and let out a loud
"arghhh!".  His prick broke through whatever resistance remained and
buried itself deep, deep in my throat and started to pulsate and dump
streams of spunk into my stomach.  Pubic hair tickled my noise and I
struggled for air, the monster completely fully inserted into my face.
On and on the prick pulsed, my neck bulging with each pulse.

"Oh man!"

I started to struggle more, pushing away from the man.  He pulled back
slowly and let the final few jets hit me on the face.

"Yeah! I like breaking in new fuck meat."

He rubbed the head of the prick in my hair and took a couple of steps
back.

"All yours!" he said to the other two men and sat down on a pile of
blankets.

"What!" I spluttered, my jaw aching as I spoke. "You promised to let us go!".

"I said no such thing, and besides, my mates here also want a bit of
fun."

"You bastard" I shouted, "Let us go now."

"Or what?"  he laughed back.

The two men advanced on me and pulled me up to my feet again, carrying
me over to the mound of blankets.  They threw me face down pulled my
tracksuit off.

"Look, no pants!"

My hands were still tied behind my back and the blankets under me
tilted my arse up into the air.  One of the men knelt down behind me
and pulled my cheeks apart and started greasing up my arsehole with
something cold and sticky.

"Get the fuck off me." I said struggling.

"Shut him up will you" said the man behind me.  The other man walked
around in front of me and knelt down and grabbed my head and tilted it
backwards.

"Open wide.  Time for another face fuck" And with that he plunged his
prick straight in and down my throat.

At the same time, a felt something warm between my cheeks as the other
man started push at my arsehole.

I had sometimes masterbated with a finger up my arse, and had even
bought a small vibrator when I was single.  But I never wanted to get
buggered, did I?

The man started thrusting forward, pushing his big prick into my
arsehole.  God it hurt.  I could feel something tearing, he kept
pushing.  I couldn't scream because I was effectively gagged.  The man
fucking my face had started a rhythmic thrusting now, and the man
buggering me started to match it.  Little by little, he pushed more
and more of the prick into my aching arse.

And then the pain started to ease and I closed my eyes, tears forming
and rolling down my cheeks puffed out by the face fucking I was
receiving.

In and out they both went, abusing me, fucking me, hurting
me....turning me on.  My prick was rock hard and throbbing.  It was
being rubbed against the rough blankets I was sprawled across, and I
could feel myself getting close to coming.

Suddenly the prick in my throat started to pulse, and more spunk shot
down into my stomach.  The man behind me speeded up and soon had his
full length sawing in and out of my arsehole.

"Fuck!" he shouted at the top his voice, and buried himself fully in
my arse.  I could feel the hot spunk gushing out and filling my
bowels.

Just then, I came.  Hard.  My body spasmed and jets of spunk shot all
over the blankets.  Blood rushed through my ears, and my hearing
dimmed.  I was lost in the moment.  My hearing returned to peels of
laughter as the two men pulled themselves out of my abused body and
looked down at the mess I had made.

"He really likes to be fucked, doesn't he!".

I rolled over and felt spunk leak from my arsehole and move down my
leg.

What the fuck had I become?

I looked up and saw my daughter a few feet away crying her eyes out,
still kneeling, with the tape across her mouth.

"Right.  That's the starter out of the way, time for the main course."

I was too weak to offer much response to this.  Of course they
wouldn't let us go now.  They were about to fuck my daughter and there
was nothing I could do about it.  Hell, the stupid prick tease
deserved it.  Look at the mess she had gotten me into.

No that wasn't fair.  No one deserves this.

Alison was trying to back away from the men now, obviously realising
what was about to happen.  She screamed into her gag and looked at me
to come and help.

The men simple lifted he up and frog marched her back in front of me.
One of the men reached into a tool box and brought out a box cutter
and stepped up to Alison and with quick strokes of the blade cut her
skirt away from her knickers and cut off her top, revealing a push up
bra, with her breasts overflowing the top.  The knickers were cut off
next, and then the bra, leaving her tits to hang freely, leaving my
little girl naked except for a pair of leather boots.

"Whew, a natural red head, just like her Dad!"  The men were looking
at the triangle of flaming ginger hair that my daughter was trying to
hide my crossing her legs.

"None of that now, let's see you as nature intended", pulling her legs
apart, and making her stand with them a couple inches apart.  "Very
pretty".  Alison obviously hadn't shaved, but the hairs were fine and
light, and you could see her cunt through them.

Damn it I thought, I'm sitting here, having just been buggered,
oggling my daughter's cunt.  What kind of sick pervert was I turning
into.

"Now all that talk earlier reminded me of that dream I had all those
years ago, when your daughter started this trouble.  And bugger me if
it doesn't still turn me on."  The man had shed all his clothes and was
stroking his monster prick again.  It was as hard as ever.  He walked
behind my daughter.  "Well, buggering does that to a man" he laughed
at his weak joke and kicked my daughter on the back of her legs
causing her to fall down on her knees.  He then pushed her so that she
ended up on all fours.  Directly in front on me.

I could see between her arms, her breasts dangling down, her nipples
still erect and pointing up at me.  Beautiful pink nipples.  Beautiful
breasts come to that.  Oh god, fucking marvelous tits, if I'm being
honest.  They swayed slightly, having formed perfect domes.  I had
loved seeing my wife like this.  It would turn me on in a instant.  It
would normally end up in a good suck and fondle session and then a
personal favourite, straddling her stomach and giving her a tit fuck,
with me then spraying all over my wife's tits and her rubbing it in
like cream.  I had become hard again at this thought, and I caught my
daughter's eyes widening.  "God, she thinks this is turning me
on....well, little missy, you and your prick teasing antics have
brought this on yourself, and yes, god damn it, you are turning me
on."

The man had dropped to his knees behind Alison and shuffled forward
until his prick touched her bum.

"You have a beautiful bum lady, and it will be a joy to fuck it" he
said, dipping his fingers into a tub of something.  He started
applying the goo to my daughter's arse.  It must have been cold,
because she made a start forward, trying to escape her soon to be
rapists fingers.  The man obvious was working his finger into her
arsehole now as Alison started to struggle.

"Whoa there little horsey, you can't run from me", With that he
reached forward and grabbed a handful of my daughter's long red hair
and pulled it back like a reign.  Her head went back and she stopped
struggling.  A low grunt escaped from my duaghter's throat as he
worked a second finger in with the second.

"Need to open you up bit honey, my monster is going to rip you open
wide as it is."

Tears were reforming in my daughter's eyes.

The man withdrew his fingers and lined up his prick against my
daughter's hole. "Now, here's what happens to stuck up little prick
teasers."  And with that he thrust forward and pushed his large
bulbous head into my daughter's anus.

Alison screamed, loud enough that the tape did little to supress the
noise.

"Yeah!" shouted the man, "squeal for me!".

He pulled back and thrust again, popping his prick in and out of the
tight opening.

Alison screamed again.

The man started a thrusting motion, the same one he used as he had
fucked my face.

In and out his prick went, and slowly but surely, more of the monster
disappeared up my daughter's arsehole.  The pain must have been
incredible.

The rocking motion had started my daughter's breast swaying.  To and
fro in front of me, her head held high and clear by the man's grasp of
her hair.  Her tits started slapping against her upper arms, and
bouncing inwards and together.  The slapping was now being echoed by
the man behind her, having fully penetrated her, his large balls
banging against her bottom with each thrust.

"Oh yeah!  Your daughter is a good fuck!"

My own erection was straining again, wanting release.  One of the
other men came over and knelt next to me and started jerking his hand
up and down my shaft.  Right in front of my daughter's face.

The man buggering Alison was picking up the pace now, and my
daughter's sobbing had slowed to a dull grunt with each thrust and
slap of her tits against her arms.  Her eye's were closed now.  I
couldn't tell if she had broken through the pain barrier and was
getting off on this.

The man jacking me off also speeded up.  I was close.  The man
buggering my sweet, bad, naughty, sexy Alison gave one final huge
thrust and started to come deep in her bowels.  That pushed me over
the edge, and jets of spunk flew up and hit Alison on her face, tits
and arms.  "Oh god" I cried out loud.

"Ah, that's a Kodak moment if ever I've seen one".  The third man had
returned with a digital camera and had captured the moment when I had
come all over my daughter while she was being buggered from behind.

Alison had slumped down onto her elbows as the man withdrew from her
anus.  He dropped her hair, and her head fell down, forehead touching
the ground.

"Right lads, up for some more action?"

The two men grinned as they turned her sideways, still on her knees
and elbows, and started a repeat performance of their acts of rape on
me.  They had swapped positions, so I guess Alison was about to have
the prick that had been deep in my bowels served up to her to clean.
The man lifter her head by her chin and ripped the tape off her
mouth.  He pinched her cheeks to open her mouth, and started feeding
his dick into her mouth.

The man behind her had no trouble slipping his hard cock into her
gaping arsehole.  Alison had lost all her fight, and stayed still as
the two men started fucking her from both ends. From the side, I could
see the cock entering her throat, making it bulge obscenely.

Again, her breasts started swinging as the to and fro motion moved her
body.

"Such a beautiful sight to see a girl filled from both ends." said the
man standing behind me playing the video camera over the scene.

The men kept up their rape for a good few minutes, during which time
Alison made no sound.  Then they started to speed up their thrusts as
they reached their climax.  Coming closely together, they filled my
daughter with their spunk, withdrew and jerk the last few drops over
her back, hair and face.

"Good for the skin I've heard.", one of them laughed.

Alison collapsed to the floor.

The man put down the video camera and picked up the box cutter again.
"What was he about to do?", I wondered.  Please don't let him cut us.
But the man had obviously decided that our spirit had been broken and
that there was no more fight left in us.  He cut the tape binding our
hands together.

"And now, dessert!"

What more could he possible have in store?

He turned Alison over onto her back.  Her eyes were closed.

"OK Dad, time for you finale!  Get over here and fuck your daughter in
the cunt."

"No".  The word came out quietly.

"No?  I don't think you are in any position to say no.  Or put it
another way, you say no, then we three will rape her cunt one after
the other.  And then we will find what else fits in that nice little
hole.  I'm sure there are ample 'toys' we could find around here.  And
we will keep doing this until you do fuck her.  So you either fuck her
now, and I promise to let you both go, or you fuck her later, complete
with sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths etc."  All three men laughed at
this.

I turned onto my front and started crawling towards Alison.

She had started to cry again, and I whispered "I'm sorry" as I drew
closer.

I moved in between her legs, lifting them gently, and bending them at
the knees pushed them back towards her chest.  This opened up her most
private and delicate areas in front of me.  I could see her abused
anus, blood and spunk all around.  And I could see my beautiful
daughter's cunt, nestling in the triangle of fine ginger hairs.
Moving her legs up and apart and opened up her cunt lips, and I could
see her enflamed clit, and a very moist opening.  "Well, something
turned her on tonight.", I thought.

I put a rolled up blanket under her bum to lift her up and make it
easier for me to enter her.

"Come on Daddy, stop admiring her cunt and fuck it.", the man shouted
from behind me.

My cock had gotten hard again.  Three times in the space of an hour
was pretty much unheard of for me, so something was turning me on as
well.

I lined up by prick on her wet hole, and pushed forward. Alison, with
her eyes still shut, let out a "Hnnggghh" as I slipped ever so easily
into her cunt.

"Damn, she's wet" one of the men said.

And she was, that first push had put my whole throbbing prick hilt
deep into my darling daughter.  And it felt good.  Oh so bloody good.

I started pulling out and then plunged back in, a little harder than I
had planned, but the little cock tease was turning me on.

In and out, a little harder still.

Slowly, I built up my thrusting, using a little more force than
necessary. The thought "she needs to be punished" sprung into my mind
and I continued to thrust in hard.  Alison's eyes were open now,
looking up at me, and she had started panting in short quiet bursts.
I couldn't tell if it was a loving look or not.

I kept a steady rhythm going, fucking my daughter.  Her legs still
pressed up next to her side, allowed he breasts to move freely.  And
they start making circles and figures of eight as I fucked in and out.

God this felt so good.

Just then I felt a hand between my legs.  I looked back, without
slowing, and saw the man whose prick I had sucked at the start of the
evening, moving in closer, his monster dick erect yet again.

Oh god, here we go.

Judging the moment, he pressed the head against by stretched anus.
"Room for one more?" he hissed into my ear, and pushed forward in time
with my next thrust.  He buried himself deep on that stroke, and I let
out a loud cry of pain.  Alison brought her hands up to my face, as if
to confort me, and mouthed "shhh".

A few thrusts later, and the man was completely inside of me, filling
me to bursting point, a hot fire burning in my guts.  Then he started
fucking me as I fucked Alison.

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this scene.  Me fucking my
beautiful, big titted daughter, and a man with an enourmous prick,
fucking my arse hard and long.

I was in heaven.....or was it hell.

The three of continued fucking for another few minutes when I felt the
man started to speed up and then empty himself completely in my
arsehole.  That pushed me over the edge, and I empty my third load of
spunk for the evening into Alison's cunt.

I could tell that she hadn't come, so figuring what the hell, if it
works her mother, it should work for her, and knelt down close to her
cunt, breathed in her hot, sweet smell, and started licking and
flicking her engorged clit.

That obviously did the trick.  Alison started bucking and squirming as
I worked on her until she grabbed two handfulls of my hear and let out
an enourmous cry of pleasure and pain.

I picked my self up and lay down on my back next to my fucked
daughter.  I could see the other two men had been circling the action
with the video cameras, capturing every sordid detail of the incestous
rape of my daughter.

"Well, that concludes the menu for this evening." said the man as he
and his mates started to get dressed.

"I hope that has taught your daughter a valuable lesson about teasing
men."

"Now as promised, run along home the pair of you. I have some
video highlight editing to do.  I may even send you a copy."

My daughter's clothes were ruined, so I gave her my sweatshirt, which
came down below her waist.  I put my tracksuit bottoms back on and we
headed out into the cold morning, my arm around my little defiled
girl.

Epilogue

We got home at around 5:15 in the morning.  Nothing had been said in the
car, and this continued as we went into the house and up to our
respective bedrooms.  Soon I was under the shower, trying to remove
the evidence of the last couple of hours.  Everything still hurt.

I stepped out and dried off.  I could hear my daughter having a shower
as well in the other bathroom.  I turned off the alarm for the morning
and slipped naked back into bed, lying on my side, trying not to think
about the evening.  Images of the night kept popping into my head.  I
didn't know what to think.  I had been raped.  My daughter had been
raped.  I had raped and fucked my own daughter.  And I had enjoyed far
too much of it.

I heard my bedroom door open, and Alison step in.  She lifted the
covers and got lightly into the other side of the double bed.  I was
facing away from her, as I felt her snuggle up behind me.  I felt her
naked warm breast touch my back, her nipples felt hard again.

"I'm so sorry Daddy", she whispered in my ear as she put her arms
around me.

As I turned over to face her, I felt my prick begin to harden again.

What is a father to do with a prick teasing daughter?

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