PRICK TEASE
(MM, MMM, M+F, MMF, bond, nc, inc, oral, anal)

by MyGuiltySecrets

© 2006

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2006 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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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 handset.  

 

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself.

 

"Hello?" I mumbled, 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 sweetie?"

 

"Dad! Sorry, I guess I woke you, but I could really do with a lift home.  We got separated as we left the nightclub, 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 nightclubs 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, you 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.

 

The cold did its job.  My erection quickly disappeared, the dream quickly forgotten.

 

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.

 

Hopping in the car, I stifled a yawn as I waited for the automatic garage door to open.  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 there was 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 moaned.   "I'm really not in the mood for this!"

 

Just then, something caught my eye.  A light in the warehouse was on.  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," I grumbled, "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.  It opened.

 

"Hello?" I called out into the office.  The office itself was dark. 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?"

 

I listened hard.  Still no reply.  Nor was there any 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 stepping into the large room.  'Something's not right here.'

 

That was the last thought I had as a noise behind caused me to turn.  A brief image of body closing up quickly behind me and thump, something caught the back of my head.  I went down, out cold.

 

Faint voices slowly brought me back to consciousness.  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 realized 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 realization again that things were not looking good.  Slowly I opened my eyes.

 

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

 

"Right!  We can begin," declared 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, her blue‑green eyes 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 I explain the situation.  You will have plenty of time to use your mouth later on, I promise."  Coarse laughter from the other men rang in my ears.

 

'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 had some effect on your daughter.  She started to flirt with us."

 

I started to open my mouth to speak, but the man raised his eyebrows. 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 every time 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.

 

"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.  You and your wife were busy downstairs directing us to put that bloody heavy furniture into your dining room.

 

"He put the box down and closed the door.   The 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?  You know what she did? 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! There she was, propped up on her bed in just 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 pulled 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 a very attractive girl and likely to be sexually active, 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, that 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, with 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 lass was going to ruin the whole thing, so there was nothing for it but to back away. We finished the job, got our tip from your good self..."  A sneer crossed the man's face at this, "And we headed off. But we all said that what that girl really needed was 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 my daughter had inherited.

 

"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 into your face with big pleading eyes.  Shit, that's getting me all hot just thinking about it... Right! 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 tales 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 recognized 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 emphasize that big pair of firm tits.  Tits with big nipples just begging to be sucked.  The spitting image of your wife!

 

"She didn't recognize 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 come into the warm office to wait.  She would have no problem seeing you from there.  In she trotted in her leather boots, tits a jiggling, 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. Truly. I would have loved to have her here as well!  Make it one big happy family reunion, so to speak."

 

"Look, for god's 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.  If you just let us go, we won't say 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. Watch as all three of us take our time to fuck your prick‑teasing daughter in every single one of her holes.  Fuck her until she begs for more.  And then I suspect we will do it all over again. It's the only way the little prick tease is going to learn.  

 

"Oh, and we will film the whole scene, making 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'.  Along with a nice little story that you had set this whole thing up because you wanted to get into that tight 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, nothing that I could do.  My precious little Alison, about to be 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, pointing 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 quieted down.  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 answers 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.  Slowly he pulled down the zip.

 

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

 

Slowly he 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 had now come 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 massaging the bulge.  It was slowly resolving into a prick, a big, enormous, thick prick.  The head started to poke out over the top of his waistband.  Putting his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts, he pushed them down quickly.  His long semi‑stiff prick dropped forward, hitting me in the face.  Still it continued to grow.

 

"Open wide Daddy!  Time to sacrifice yourself and save your precious daughter from this monster.  I bet it would rip her wide open.  What do you think?"

 

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.  Now, 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 I opened my mouth and shut my eyes.

 

"No, no, 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 blowjob to a man clearly in control of the situation.

 

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

 

Placing his hands on the top of my head, he started to 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 Alison.'

 

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

 

"Hmm, 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!"  He pulled my head back into towards his groin, again causing his prick to enter the top of my throat.  He repeated this a few times, each time causing me to gag.

 

"Hmm, 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, stroking their own impressive erections.

 

The thrusts were becoming quicker now. 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 as he pushed harder to force his prick deep into my throat.  He stopped there, waiting a couple of heartbeats while I gagged and struggled to catch a breath.

 

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

 

Pulling back, he let me suck in fresh air.  Then he plunged it straight back in.  Now he picked up the pace, diving his monstrous dick deep into my bruised throat every few strokes.

 

"Look at your daughter, now!  She can't believe her eyes.  Her dear old 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 breathe. To my shame, my prick was fully erect now, pushing my tracksuit bottoms out from my waist.

 

"It's certainly turning you on!"

 

He continued to fuck my face to what seemed like an age. Suddenly he pulled my head all the way forward, and let out a loud "Arghhh!"  His prick broke through whatever resistance remained, burying itself deep, deep in my throat, pulsating and dumping streams of spunk into my stomach.  Pubic hair tickled my noise as 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!  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 and yanked my tracksuit off.

 

"Look, no pants!" one declared.

 

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 fucking!" And with that he plunged his prick straight in and down my throat.

 

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

 

I had sometimes masturbated 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 poor 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.

 

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

 

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 easily sawing in and out of my now accommodating arsehole.

 

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

 

Just then, I came.  Hard.  My body spasmodically jerked.  Jets of my 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 realizing what was about to happen.  She screamed into her gag and looked at me to come and help.

 

The men simply lifted her up and frog marched her back in front of me. One of the men reached into a toolbox and brought out a box cutter.  Stepping up to Alison, with quick strokes of the blade he 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," said the bloody bastard 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.  Here I am, sitting here, having just been buggered, ogling 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 said laughing at his weak joke as he kicked my daughter on the back of her legs, causing her to fall down on her knees.  Then he pushed her so that she ended up on all fours, directly in front of me.

 

Between her arms I could see her breasts dangling down, her nipples 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 an instant.  Normally it would end up in a good suck‑and‑fondle session followed by a personal favourite, straddling her stomach and giving her a tit fuck, with me 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, lass.  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 rapist's fingers.

 

"Whoa there little horsey!  You can't run from me," he laughed evilly.  With that he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my daughter's long red hair, pulling it back like a reign.  Her head went back and she stopped.   Alison soon started to squirm.  The bloody bastard obviously was working his finger into her defenseless arsehole.

 

"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.  A low grunt escaped from my daughter's throat as he worked a second finger in with the first.

 

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, pushing his large bulbous head into my daughter's anus.

 

Alison screamed.  Screaming loud enough that the tape did little to suppress the noise.

 

"Yeah!" shouted the man. "Squeal for me, lass!"

 

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 behind her, the man 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.  With each thrust and slap of her tits against her arms, my daughter's sobbing slowed to a dull grunt.  Her eyes 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.  "Oh god!" I cried out loud. Jets of my spunk flew up and hit Alison on her face, tits and arms. 

 

"Ah, that's a Kodak moment if ever I've seen one," said the third man.  He 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 lifted her head by her chin and ripped the tape off her mouth.  He pinched her cheeks to open her mouth, 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.  She 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 jerked 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 is he about to do?' I wondered.  'Please don't let him cut us!' But the man had decided that our spirit had been broken and that there was obviously no more fight left in us.  He cut the tape binding our hands together.

 

"And now, dessert!"

 

What more could he possibly have in store?

 

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

 

"OK Dad, time for your 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 with spunk still seeping from my raped arse and dribbling down my thighs, started crawling towards Alison.

 

She had started to cry again. 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, opening up her cunt lips, 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 as I continued to thrust in hard.  Alison's eyes were open now, looking up at me.  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 her big breasts to move freely, 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.  Without slowing, I looked back to see the man, 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 comfort me, and mouthed, "Shhh."

 

A few thrusts later, the man was completely inside of me, filling me to the 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, a stranger with an enourmous prick, fucking my arse hard and long.

 

I was in heaven... Or was it hell?

 

The three of us continued fucking for several minutes before I felt the man speed up and then empty himself completely in my arsehole.  That pushed me over the edge, and I emptied 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!  It worked her mother it should work for her!'  I knelt down close to her cunt, breathed in her hot, sweet smell, and started licking and flicking her engorged clit.  That did the trick.  Alison started bucking and squirming as I worked on her until she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and let out an enourmous cry of pleasure.

 

I picked myself up and lay down on my back next to my fucked‑out daughter.  I could see the other two men had been circling the action with the video cameras, capturing every sordid detail of the incestuous 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 half‑dressed we headed out into the cold morning, my arm around my defiled little girl.

 

 

Epilogue:

 

We got home at around 5:15 in the morning.  Neither of us spoke a word in the car.  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 back into bed naked, lying on my side, trying not to think about the evening's events.  Nevertheless, images of the night kept popping into my head.  I really 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.  Alison stepped in.  She lifted the covers and slipped lightly into the other side of the double bed. Facing away from her, I felt her snuggle up behind me.  Her naked warm breasts touched 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?

 

 

THE END