Who's your Daddy? pt 2
My cock was hard pretty much the whole journey, but then, I knew what was coming.
It was a long drive to the back of beyond, a slightly shabby little cottage in the middle of North Yorkshire. It was miles from anywhere, but for a long weekend with my darling Amanda and her sweet little daughter Chantelle, it was perfect.
Mm, her daughter? My daughter! I was her 'daddy' now, and Chantelle was getting used to doing what daddy told her. Her big, fat slut of a mother was also getting used to the games I liked to play with Chantelle; mind you, Mandy knows her place - which is to get fucked rough and hard by me and to watch me molest her five-year-old daughter. My mission as Chantelle's 'daddy' was to teach her, gently and not too intensely, to become the sort of dirty submissive slut her mother was, help her learn that a girl's role in life is to please men and pander to their every whim.
Chantelle was such a good girl. I hardly had to speak harshly to her these days, let alone slap her butt for her. She knew that when daddy wanted his little poppet to suck his cock, that's what she should do - and even, sometimes, with a smile and a giggle now. She'd taken it up the ass from me a couple more times, too, each time hotter than the last, and I licked her little pussy pretty much every time I came visiting. Plus I always let her watch as I banged her mother around the bedroom, strapped and tied and dressed like a whore. Mandy was totally submissive. The first time I ordered her to lick Chantelle's asshole she just went down without a murmur, her eyes glazed stupid with lust and gratitude intermingled. Watching mother rim out little daughter, licking and slobbering up the child's ass, was wonderful...
So, you can well imagine the anticipation of a weekend away with my little family of fucktoys. I'd gone round to Mandy's after lunch on the Friday, just to make sure she was dressed appropriately, then I'd driven her over to pick up Chantelle straight from school. I said we had a long way to go, which was true, and didn't really have time to bring her back to the flat and get her changed. More importantly, it meant Chantelle was still wearing her gorgeous little pink gingham school dress and white knee-socks as we bumped up the so-called lane to the ramshackle cottage.
Mandy isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, and we were just about parked up before she said, "Uh, Ian. There's, uh, another car here... Why is there another car here, Ian?"
I pulled up next to the battered old Ford van, put on the handbrake, and leaned over to chuck her ample cheek. "Don't worry, Mands. We're gonna have a really fun weekend with some buddies of mine. You know John, yeah? You met him once; he really fancied you, likes his girls big and bouncy. And Pete's an old mate of ours; we all go back a long way.
"I told them all about you and Chantelle. They're dying to meet you!"
"Oh, Ian, wait, love - Chantelle! No, Ian, she's only little, she's, it's, no, Ian, please, love, no..."
I slapped her doughy cheek, a friendly slap.
"Sush, Mands. You just shut your chatter. I'll look after Chantelle, see. She's gonna be with me all weekend. Is that OK, poppet?" I raised my voice, looking over my shoulder to the gorgeous little girl in the booster seat behind us. She was sucking her thumb, something she did a lot. The shape of her lips around her thumb always gave me a hardon. "Are you gonna be daddy's little girl this weekend, while mummy entertains some uncles of yours? Mummy's gonna have lots of naughty fun with Uncle John and Uncle Pete, and maybe we can watch a bit, yeah? See how mummy does it, yeah? And you and me can be all cuddly, yeah? Yeah!"
I winked at Chantelle; she smiled shyly around her thumb. God that was sexy.
Mandy whimpered something. I turned a blank gaze on her.
"Shut it, Mands. Get out of the car."
I helped Chantelle down from her car seat, helped her gather up her little bag of toys. I put the little Winne-the-Pooh rucksack on her back as she held Mr Bunny tightly and sucked her thumb. Mandy had clambered uncertainly out the other side and was - rather amusingly - trying to adjust the tight black miniskirt I'd picked for her. It came to mid-thigh, just below the top of the black stockings sheathing her massive, doughy thighs, and outlined her fat ass in a fabulously slutty way. I'd chosen her a tight pink blouse, too, a floaty, flappy affair that barely covered her triple-D-cupped bra, and black knee boots, of course. She looked so funny trying to adjust her whorish clothes demurely that I whispered to Chantelle, pointing at her slut of a mother, and we both sniggered. Mandy looked a little distraught. Fucked if I cared.
I ushered Chantelle through the cottage's little front door, Mandy trailing behind us. Inside was a short hall, a variety of worn rugs covering the old flagstone floor. Stairs straight ahead led up to the bedrooms under the eaves. The hall dog-legged left, with a tiny bathroom and a largish kitchen/diner on the left side, and the main room ahead at the end of the hall. "Hey guys!" I yelled as we dumped our bags at the foot of the stairs. "You got company!"
"Through here ya bugger!" came a shout from the main living room, followed by raucous laughter and jeers. Mandy stopped. "Oh, Ian..." she began. I swear she was almost wringing her hands. I turned on her suddenly, making her flinch, and cupped my hand behind her neck, drawing her face towards mine. "Oh Mandy!" I mimicked, then gave her head a little jerk. "Come and join the party, Mands," I whispered, pulling her past me and prodding her big, fat ass through the living room door. "Come and say hi."
The room was a large, rambling space, exposed beams across the ceiling, a worn, dark red carpet and a motley collection of old but comfy furniture around the edges. At one end was a fine old hearth and original wood-burning grate; next to it was a large TV. Playing on the TV was something hard and pornographic. I grinned, and slapped Mandy on the ass. "Alright, guys," I said, "here we are. This," I slapped her again, "is my girl Mandy."
"Alright, Mandy love," leered the nearest guy - John, the buddy of mine who fancied her. He was lounging in an armchair, t-shirt and sports shorts, his cock clearly erect underneath. "You look nice!" He gave a dirty laugh and waved a beer bottle towards the TV. "Whaddya say, you fancy a go at that with me?"
I grinned again. "You're a dirty fucker, John," I laughed. He guffawed and slurped more beer, eying up both Mandy and the small, pink-clad girl hiding behind me. The other guy had paused the DVD on a rather spectacular scene and was looking across towards us, alternating his gaze equally between mother and daughter. "Make yourself at home, Mandy," he said. "Name's Pete, darlin'. Come and sit next to me." He patted the sofa. "And who's the little lady, Ian?" he continued, nodding at the little girl hiding behind my leg.
I steered Chantelle out, and scooped her up into my arms. "This little doll is my stepdaughter Chantelle," I said. "Say hello."
A chorus of "hi honey", "hello sweetie" made Chantelle blink, her thumb firmly in her mouth. I hoisted her round onto my hip, her legs straddling my waist, and slipped my hand up her skirt to hold her bottom. I caressed her tight little knickers slowly as I whispered into her sweet little ear: "Say hello, poppet, don't be rude now."
She popped her thumb out of her mouth with a gorgeous, wet little sound. "Hello," she said in a quiet voice. I squeezed her buttock under her skirt. "Good girl, Chantelle, good girl!"
Mandy had walked rather uncertainly across to the sofa where Pete was and sat down. Pete had thrown his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "Mmm, lovely. Give us a cuddle, then!" I heard Mandy whimper something again, and John laughed.
"Alright, guys, Mands, I'll look after Chantelle here while you all relax, get to know one another. Hey Pete, catch!" I threw him a little parcel done up in black and red paper. "It's a little present for Mandy, a little extra something to wear."
"I'll open it," said Pete, feeling it in his hands and grinning. He ripped open the small parcel as I settled into an armchair with Chantelle sitting on my knee. Inside the parcel was a dog collar in black leather, with a long leather leash attached. He held it up for everyone to see. John hooted. Mandy gave a low moan.
"Nice!" commented Pete, winking at me. "Right, Mandy love, up you get. Let's try it on ya."
"And get yer fucking tits out, too!" called John, standing and heading across to the sofa. Pete chuckled and shoved Mandy to her feet. I snuggled with Chantelle, my right hand under the hem of her school dress, stroking and playing across her beautifully smooth thigh. She shifted slightly, her bottom warm against my leg. She watched, fascinated, as the two guys flanked her mother and began pawing at her clothing. A button pinged past us to rattle against the wall as her tarty pink blouse was yanked open. Hands kneaded her big, soft, saggy tits as John fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Her face was a strange mixture of distress and supplication, underpinned with something horny.
I nuzzled my nose into Chantelle's delicious hair and whispered to her. "See how much mummy enjoys it, poppet? Mummy loves to be the centre of attention, loves having guys around. Mm, there we go. See uncle John? He likes mummy's boobs doesn't he? They're lovely and soft and squashy, aren't they? Do you like to snuggle into them? I know I do. I think uncle Pete does too - look!"
The two guys had one of Mandy's tits each and were kneading and weighing them, sucking on her enormous nipples. Pete had fastened the collar around her throat. I pointed it out to Chantelle, my index finger stroking across the front of her knickers, just above the beautiful little dimple at the top of her pussy. She was warm down there. "See, honey, we're going to pretend that mummy's a doggy, a proper bitch-doggy, with a collar and lead and everything. Sometimes that's what ladies have to wear - they have to wear a collar like that to remind them they're a fat bitch who's there to please her men. Whaddya think, poppet, you think you'd like to wear one one day? Be daddy's little bitch? Mmm, maybe."
My cock was iron-hard in my chinos, a combination of watching the guys molest Mandy and me molesting Chantelle. The little girl's eyes flicked from mine to the scene with her mother, then back again, her thumb all the while in her soft little mouth. My fingers stroked the soft lips and dimples of her pussy. She shifted again, opening her legs a little to give me better access. She loved to be stroked like this, the little slut. Like mother like daughter!
One of the guys had yanked up Mandy's skirt, to crows of delight and "nice one, Ian!" The biggest battle I'd had with Mandy before we left was to order her to leave her knickers behind. I say battle - it wasn't, of course, I just told her to do as she was fucking told and take her fucking knickers off. She did, of course, and now here she was, slutty black skirt, stockings, suspenders, leather boots and no knickers. Her skirt was riding around her waist like a broad belt, and the two guys had stood back to admire her. John held the leash and had his other hand down behind her. We saw his fingers between her legs.
"Mmmm, dirty slut," he muttered. Then, "Hey, Ian! She's wet! And she shaves her pussy!"
"That's right, buddy," I called back. "She knows that's how I like it, and Mandy's a good girl, aren't you Mands? Always does what daddy wants. Always does what she's told."
I rubbed Chantelle down between her legs, my finger reaching as far under her soft little pussy as I could, tracing her slit back from her perineum to her tiny little bud of a clitty. "Just like you're a good girl, poppet. You always do what daddy says, too, don't you." She squirmed a little on my lap. "Yeah, good girl. Mummy's gonna be a good girl tonight, too. She's gonna do what daddy and his buddies say, and you'll be able to watch a bit. Not too late, of course! You need your beauty sleep or you won't grow up to be a princess!
"Mmm, but I'm getting hungry! Are you? Yeah, course you are. I think mummy had better make us some dinner, don't you?"
"Hey guys!" I called. "Don't get her too worked up yet! She's got dinner to cook! Hey Mands, off ya go and get busy in the kitchen."
Pete slapped her across the ass as she broke free and hurried across to me. I grinned wolfishly. "S'aright, babe, you go and be a good little wifey. Me and Chantelle and the boys will finish watching the movie."
"Oh Ian, please..." she whimpered, but I was already calling across to John to turn the film back on. Hardcore moans and grunts filled the room. I shifted Chantelle across to my other knee, and caught the dog leash around Mandy's neck. Pulling it down, none too gently, I gave the fat slut a warning look. "Be a good wifey, Mands, or you'll get my fucking belt, yeah?" "But Chantelle..." she whispered, casting an appalled glance across the room where the guys were ogling the porn, John with his cock out of his shorts. "Chantelle's with me, you soppy bitch. Now get going." I jerked the leash hard, then let go and gave her a sharp slap across her fat, naked backside. She left, miserably.
"Silly mummy!" I said to Chantelle, nuzzling her hair with my nose. "You'll be fine with daddy, won't you?" I settled her down, snuggling her on my knee, lying her back, legs apart. I unzipped my trousers and guided her tiny little hand inside. "You play nice with daddy's cock while we watch the sexy movie, poppet, OK?" I slid my hand back up her school dress, pulling it up across her cool thighs, and gently fingered her pussy again. John glanced back, getting an eyeful of Chantelle's spread legs and exposed knickers. "Lucky fucker!" he mouthed at me, grinning. I winked back.
Chantelle's little fingers squeezed and tickled around my cock, haphazard and childish but oh so sweet! I whispered to her as we watched, describing the action in filthy detail, getting her to lick her fingers whenever I oozed precum onto her - which was often. I hooked my finger inside her knickers and stroked her precious little slit, all warm and sweet and little-girly damp. By the time the movie ended my prick was slick and throbbing in my pants, the skin drum-tight around my cockhead, my boxers wet with juice.
The guys both had their cocks out of their shorts and jeans and had been stroking with various levels of fervor. They stood up, and slowly pushed their dicks back under cover, making sure Chantelle got a long look at them as they did. I held her on my knee until they were done, then set her down with a laugh. "My, but it looks like your uncles both enjoyed that! Did you enjoy it, poppet? What was your best bit? Was it when that big lady had those five men at once? I thought she looked a bit like mummy, what do you think?"
I winked at the slightly shell-shocked little angel, and led her through to the kitchen-diner. Pete and John snickered and snorted and followed.
Mandy was just serving up steaming bowls of pasta. She'd found a little cook's apron which barely covered her massive tits, and she looked disheveled, too warm and stressed. The combination made her look fucking hot; I grabbed her tits from behind and pressed my hard cock up against her flabby ass, rubbing it between her buttocks as I kneaded her boobs. "Chantelle enjoyed the movie, hon," I whispered in her ear. "She loved the gang-bang where this fat bitch gets cocks in all her holes at once, and one for each hand. She loved watching her get slapped and cum on..."
Still laughing to myself, I joined the others at the table, helping Chantelle to kneel on a cushion on one of the chairs. Mandy served us, still looking stressed and miserable, and finally sat down next to me. We ate for a while, the guys chatting loudly about the movie, other movies they'd seen, pornography and sex in general, with frequent leers at Mandy and occasional meaningful glances at Chantelle. Their talk clearly upset Mandy, but that was fine with me. I joined in, describing in embarrassing detail some of the wilder excesses I'd pursued with Mandy and helping the silent, wide-eyed Chantelle with her pasta.
Mandy clearly didn't have much of an appetite, either for our conversation or for her greasy but rather tasty pasta. Noticing she was barely eating, I flung an arm around her shoulders, tightening it on her fat neck some and pulling her toward me. "What's up, Mands? Not hungry? Come on, can't have that. Fat pig like you needs your food, dontcha?"
I grabbed a serving spoon from the bowl in the middle of the table, scooped up a load from her plate and brandished it at her face. "Open up, piggy!" I looked over at Chantelle and winked. She gave me a shy little smile of recognition. "Open up!"
Mandy reluctantly opened her ample mouth, and I shoved the spoon in. "Eat up, piggy!" I said, and: "John, give her some more cheese!"
John gave a bark of a laugh and reached for the bowl of grated Cheddar. He took a big pinch between his fingers and brought it up to Mandy's lips. "Have some cheese," he growled, and crammed his fingers into her mouth, squashing cheese in amongst her half-chewed pasta. She squeaked, an odd, high-pitched sound, spilling food down her wide, pale chest just above the top of the cook's apron. "Oops, messy girl!" I laughed. "Better have some more!"
For five minutes we fed her, spoons, handfuls of pasta, cheese, glasses of beer, cramming food into her fat mouth. I bunched her hair at the base of her neck and held her head still while the guys shoved food and drink into her. She chewed frantically, her eyes wild, pasta and sauce and dribble spilling across her tits. "That's it, piggy, eat up!" I snarled, holding her tight as Pete crammed the rest of the cheese on top of a half-chewed mouthful, forcing it into her mouth with his fingers. After a short respite my cock was rock hard again; abusing Mandy always got me off.
Chantelle was getting upset, heading towards tears, but that was OK. It was important, sometimes, that she understood who wore the trousers around here. I took a handful of pasta from the central bowl and mashed it against Mandy's lips. Her breath hitched and at once she gagged, retched and coughed, sending a mess of food all across the table.
"Ah, you dirty bitch!" I yelled, letting go of her. "Fucking hell!" She sat back, coughing and gasping, her face smeared in food remains, tears leaking from her eyes. "God damn you're a slovenly slut, Mandy. Why the fuck I put up with you I don't know. C'mon Chantelle, guys, let's leave the bitch to clean up."
I pushed my chair back, hauling a distraught-looking Chantelle down, and headed back towards the living room. "You tidy up, you slut, then get your fat ass through here, OK?" I was getting into my nasty stride now; humiliating Mandy in front her daughter and my buddies was really getting me going. "Daddy..!" began Chantelle in a quavering voice, but I spun round on her. "Shut up, miss, or you'll get a good hiding!" She bit her lip at once and fought back her tears.
Mm, fuck I'm bad, but it feels so fucking good.
We cracked open some more beers in the living room. Chantelle tried to hide behind my armchair, but I pulled her out and shoved her across the room. "Go sit on the sofa, miss. I'm annoyed with you." Looking miserable, she sat carefully, almost primly, between John and Pete on the long sofa. John looked across at me, and I nodded briefly.
Chantelle jumped visibly as John touched her hair, stroking his fingers through it carefully. He leaned down to her, whispering something to her. She looked startled, then nodded. Her thumb went into her mouth. On the other side of her, Pete put his arm behind her, squeezing her tiny little waist in a half-cuddle. I watched his fingers linger, stroking her flank and hip through her pink gingham dress.
Pete reached down with his other hand, his fingers beginning to play around her little knees, dancing at the hem of her school dress, stroking the lower part of her lovely, smooth inner thighs. John had pulled her thumb - quite kindly - from her mouth, and now was slipping his index finger in instead. Looking at him wide-eyed, Chantelle took it into her mouth and began sucking. The silence was suddenly intense. The soft sound of her dress zip descending seemed much louder in the thick air than it almost certainly was. I felt my heart begin to race as John slipped his free hand inside her dress to stroke her beautiful back.
Pete's hand was now under Chantelle's dress, stroking her thighs; his other stroked the bulge of his own cock, wanking himself slowly right in front of my hot little stepdaughter. Chantelle's eyes flicked between the two men, wary, fearful, but somewhat reassured by their careful approach. She knew to be a good girl for her uncles, just like she was a good girl for daddy.
Damn it made me so hard to watch my two buddies slowly molest the gorgeous little poppet! The atmosphere was intense; I wondered if the little girl sensed the massive male sexual tension coiling about her, circling her, building around her like some three-headed dragon. You could smell the testosterone. I wondered what effect it was having on her five-year-old biology.
My voice was a little hoarse when I called "Chantelle! Soon be time for bed, poppet. You slip off your dress just now."
The guys recoiled almost visibly, sharing the same barely-audible sigh as the spell broke. Their eyes followed the little girl as she stood - quickly, perhaps - and stepped away towards me. I held up my hand and nodded for her to stay where she was. Her school dress had already begun to slip, and with a hesitant wriggle she shrugged it down. She bent to pick it up. "Throw it to me, honey, and let your uncles see what a pretty little girl you are. Give them a twirl now - slowly! That's it! Lovely!"
Dressed only in pink panties and white knee socks, the beautiful blonde five-year-old rotated slowly, nervously, childishly, while the two men ogling her massaged their massive erections. "Fucking hell..." breathed John.
"Oh no..!" Mandy's entrance from the kitchen was perfectly timed. I turned slowly to her, grinning fiendishly. She was frozen, comically, in a pose of cliched shock - one hand up at her mouth, a mouth formed in a fat, round 'O' of horror. Her precious little girl was half-naked, surrounded by three guys with erections that were slowly being brought out and stroked seriously.
"Hey Mands!" I murmured. "Chantelle's really got my buddies going. There's only you between them and her virtue, so you'd better get on your fucking knees..."
She cast me a desperate glance, then hustled past Chantelle, nudging her towards me, and dropped to her knees between John and Pete. Taking their cocks one in each hand she began to blow them alternately, her fat, wet mouth sucking hard and fast, distracting them from her precious little girl. I grinned, and called Chantelle over. I cuddled her up on my knee again, my fingers thrilling at her smooth, naked flesh, and we watched the guys go to work on Mandy.
Or maybe it was Mandy going to work on them. For all her distress and fear, Mandy loved to be used. She needed to please. Without men to reflect her, she wasn't really there at all.
John stood, yanking down his shorts and hauling up her skirt. He knelt behind her, drawing her legs back and apart. As she sucked Pete wetly, desperately, John rubbed his cock down between her quivering thighs, then rammed home, right up her fat cunt, a cunt I knew would be red hot and dripping wet by now. John's groan of delight told me I was right.
I chuckled and cuddled Chantelle. Look at mummy! What a fat slut she is! Your mummy really loves her cock, can't get enough. See, poppet - she wants cock in her holes, just like the lady in the sexy movie. Told you she was like mummy! You watch what she does, poppet. Mummy's a good slut, and one day you'll be just like her!
I cuddled and caressed Chantelle with my hand down her pink knickers, stroking her nipples and rubbing her hot little pussy. She sucked her thumb and sucked my fingers and squirmed and pushed her bottom back into me as her mother fucked and sucked two strange men right in front of her. The guys had Mandy sucking them side by side, then took turns doing her doggy style. "Don't forget she loves it up the ass!" I called, and they alternated cunt and ass, theirs cocks glistening with her slutty juices. Mandy moaned and grunted and squealed and groaned like the fat whore she was, taking cock in her holes, between her tits, smeared all over her pale, doughy face. I softly, quietly molested her hot little daughter while my buddies fucked her every which way.
Chantelle and I watched the fuck-show for an hour or so, with me whispering a commentary in her little ear. Mandy had taken one load of cum from Pete, swallowing it as he'd deep throated her, yelling his head off. John was rocked back on the sagging sofa, legs in the air, pushing Mandy's face down between his buttocks as she licked his ass for him. Pete held the leash as he finger-fucked her from behind, his cock already stiff again. It was going to be a long night for our Mandy, but for Chantelle it was bed-time.
Lifting the little sweetie with me, I stood. "Right, boys and girls," I said, "you have fun now, but it's up the apples for this little poppet. You say night-night now, Chantelle, cos I think mummy's busy."
I winked at Mandy as John let her up briefly from his ass. "Sweetie," she gasped, her face slick and messy, "mummy will be up soon to..."
John yanked on the dog leash, jerking Mandy back down before she could finish. "No you fucking won't," he growled, and looked up at Chantelle will a dreadful leer. "Mummy's tongue will be up uncle John's asshole again, that's what's up. Night night Chantelle, love, see you tomorrow." He blew her a kiss as he crammed Mandy's head back down between his legs. Pete grinned across at her as he poised his cock at the entrance to Mandy's puffy cunt. "Yeah, night-night sweetie. Oooo, yeah..." He winked at the little girl as he entered her mother again, slapping her fat white butt as he did.
I carried Chantelle to the little bathroom, the sounds of her mother getting fucked following us along the hall. I stripped off her little pink knickers, leaving them on the floor, and sat her on the toilet. I watched her pee, massaging my aching cock as she did, then wiped her little pussy dry with my fingers. I helped her brush her teeth, then scooped her naked little form into my arms and carried her upstairs.
"Now honey, because you're getting to be a big, clever girl, you're going to sleep in the big bed with me. That means we can be all cuddly, yeah? Now, look, here's Mr Bunny all ready and waiting!"
I sat her down on the edge of the big double bed, the sheets already rolled back, her favourite Mr Bunny lying on a pillow. She picked him up, squashing him close with one little arm as she sucked her other thumb. "I think we've forgotten your pyjamas, honey," I continued, "but never mind. It's so warm I don't think we need pjs, do you?" I was undressing myself as I said this, finally freeing my rock-hard cock from its constraints of the last hours. I'd had a more-or-less permanent erection since the drive up, and our games with Mandy coupled with Chantelle's sweet little-girl ministrations had me more worked up than I could remember. My cock stood hard and proud and red and glistening a few feet from her face as I showed her how wet my boxers were.
"Look what you and mummy have done! Naughty girls!"
I dropped them and stepped forward, my cock in her face. She looked up, a question in her big, round eyes, her lips working on her thumb. I nodded. "Yes, poppet. Suck daddy."
Her little thumb popped out of her mouth, leaving a string of saliva trailing. Her eyes on mine, she dipped her head slightly, her wet little mouth opening wider. Her soft, warm lips closed around the end of my cock and she began to suck me. Ohh, fucking hell! I leaned back, pushing my hips forward, as my sweet, blonde, naked little stepdaughter, Mr Bunny clutched in one hand, sat on edge of the bed and sucked my cock.
Chantelle's soft, wet little sucking sounds were intercut with the voices from downstairs, drifting up on the warm, still night air.
"Nn yeah fuckin nnn fuckin take it fat slag...!"
"Ahhh fuckin yeah! Suck it!"
"Oh oh oh oh Pete oh oh fuck oh...!"
"You fuckin like that dontcha, fuckin like that, dirty slag...!"
I pulled me cock from Chantelle's mouth, helped her into the middle of the bed, on her back, and raised her little leg. "Hold that, sweetie," I murmured, then went down on her perfect little holes. Hours of sexplay and fingering inside her panties had made her warm, damp and a little sticky. I licked her beautifully soft, sweet little pussy, her tight little asshole - licked her, kissed her, sucked her. I wriggled my tongue into her - up her ass, into her gorgeous little cunt - sucked up her little-girl sticky-sweetness, licked the delicate sweat from between her butt-cheeks.
"Ah, wait, John, no... Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
"Mmm fuckin right up her, man! Fuck!"
"Ahhh you fat whore...!"
I spent an age licking Chantelle between her soft little thighs, an age which had me teetering on the brink, my cock twitching and leaking, an age during which the little girl shivered and panted softly, oh so softly: "nn nn nn nn nn nn nn."
"Oh Pete oh yes yes Yes YES...!"
"Mmmm fuck I'm fffffuck..."
"Ah, suck it up! Suck it up you slut! Ah fuck!"
I knelt up on the bed, opening my arms. After a second or two Chantelle stood, came into my embrace. I kissed her little mouth, tickling her with my tongue until her soft lips parted. I hugged her to me, French kissing her tiny mouth, my cock wet against her legs.
"Lick it you bitch! Get your tongue in there!"
"Gonna... fuck... you... hard... bitch... hard... up... your... fuckin... ass... fuck... you... good..."
"Ah! Ow! Ah! Oh! John! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!"
"Mmm suck it again... Mmmm yes mmmm."
I laid Chantelle back, sweet little blonde head nestling between the pillows. I spread her legs wide apart and nestled my dripping cockhead against her wet little pussy. Slowly, slowly I rubbed her little pussy with my aching cock, nuzzling into her cunt opening, nestling against her tiny clit hood, squeezing precum out across her babysoft skin. She held Mr Bunny in one hand, her outstretched leg in the other, and panted quietly as I play-fucked her gorgeous little pussy.
"You get on top."
"Ohhh!"
"Mmm, yeahhh... Mmm, don't fuckin squash me you fat whale... Mmm... yeah, good..."
"OK Mands, here's a first for you...!"
"Ahhh! Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhh!"
"Mmmm... Yeah! Mmm fuck yeah...!"
"Fuck, man, I can feel your cock in her ass!"
"Yeah...! Mmm, fuck, you slut, you love cock, dontcha? Cunt and ass, you fuckin fat slag..."
I went down on her again, a final supper-time treat, before kneeling back, sweating, panting, aching.
"Come here, poppet. Suck daddy's lolly. Daddy's going to cum now."
Kneeling on all fours, Mr Bunny beneath her, Chantelle took my rampant cock into her mouth again. I held her head still, her blonde hair soft in my fingers. She sucked. It didn't take long. With my head back, sinews in my neck tight, abs taut as a drum, I came.
Ffffffuck!
I came in buckets, gouting deep into her wide-stretched little mouth. She wriggled in alarm but I held her head. Cum burst from around her lips but my cock kept pumping, a huge messy load into her five-year-old mouth, spurt spurt spurt, and suck my cum out you fucking hot little slut-child!
I held her head in place until I'd finished and she'd sucked the last drops out - a good little slut she is. The smears and drips on her face and chest I licked up myself - even after cumming I don't mind the taste of my own goo. I kissed her face and cuddled her as her sleepy little head nodded, her thumb in her mouth again, Mr Bunny squashed beneath us. After a while I snuggled her down and she rolled over, almost asleep. I patted her sweet little butt, then lay back myself, drifting peacefully, lulled by the moans and grunts and squeals from downstairs.
I awoke once in the night, around 4.00 a.m. The cottage was quiet, the dawn warm. I had a raging hardon.
I went downstairs to get a drink of water. The door to the living room was closed. Grinning to myself, I opened it carefully and peeked in. The room stank of sex - cum, cunt-juice, sweat, hormones. A gently snoring mound over on the sofa was probably Mandy. Draped over the nearest armchair was Chantelle's school dress. I picked it up. It was still slightly damp. I sniffed it. Fuck! It smelled of cum and Mandy's cunt! Fuck me! I close the door again, bringing the dress with me. From the strength of the scents my guessing was my buddies had actually had this up Mandy's, cunt fucking her with her daughter's school dress. Then they'd probably both cum on it, too. Dirty fuckers!
I took it back up to our room. Chantelle was lying sprawled, fast asleep, Mr Bunny clutched to her face. I uncovered her. Digging into my bag I found a tube of lube, got my cock all slippery and snuggled up behind the sleeping girl. Sniffing the sex-spoiled dress, I rubbed my cock all over her little bottom, up between her cheeks, down between her legs. She half woke as I slipped and slid all over her gorgeous little body, but never fully, not even when I shot my load all over her sweet little bum. I wiped her off with her dress, tucked her back in and went back to sleep myself.
I woke late, a little disoriented at first, until my fuzzy brain registered the gorgeous little five-year-old snuggled up next to me. I lay for quite a while, cuddling Chantelle, caressing her bottom, smelling her hair, stroking my hardon, until she stirred. I roused her, kissed her good morning, helped her dress - I told her not to worry about being sticky down below because we were going to go for a little walk after breakfast. She could bathe later.
The living room door was still closed. I let Chantelle peek in on the still-snoring Mandy, then fixed her breakfast. I packed a quick picnic into a small rucksack, and Chantelle and I left the cottage for a short hike up into the woods.
Chantelle was chattier today, although still more subdued than usual. Her long weekend was turning out to be something rather different. As we walked slowly up the wooded hill behind the cottage I asked her about yesterday, about the dirty movies, about the guys making mummy eat, about uncle John and uncle Pete fucking mummy together. Was it scary? Was it exciting? Was it yucky?
"A bit of all," she murmured, looking askance to see if I'd be cross. I laughed. Did she like to see uncle John's and uncle Pete's cocks? What did she think of them? Would she like to lick their cocks the way she licks daddy's? She screwed up her face a little at that, and then whispered "Maybe." I laughed again and patted her little denim-shorted bottom. How about having her uncles lick her pussy? "Now I know you like daddy to lick you pussy, honey. How about your uncles? How about we all lick your pussy at once? Would you like that?"
Again she was quiet. I was feeling magnanimous, so I didn't push her as I usually would. It was really sweet to have Chantelle to myself, without Mandy's cloying fat presence hovering nearby, always anxious, never completely comfortable with the games I played with her daughter. Now Mandy was good for a hard, abusive fuck, but her daughter was by far the sweeter conquest. The more time I spent with the delightful little poppet the more I wanted; I'd already laid plans for her sixth birthday - big plans. She was so soft and warm and smooth and blonde and sweet...
My hardon was urgent again.
"Chantelle, sweetie, stop a minute," I said. She looked around inquisitively, and her eyes widened as she saw me unzipping my shorts. I motioned her over, pulling my cock out. Cupping ther back of her beautiful little head, I fed my cock between her soft pink lips. "Mmmm," I murmured. "Suck me off, sweetie."
We stood beneath the trees for five minutes or more, sunlight dappling us and sparkling in the little girl's blonde hair as she sucked sweetly on my cock. What a beautiful morning!
After a while we moved on. I told her what a good, beautiful little girl she was, and she smiled shyly. I held out my hand and she took it and we walked slowly on up the faint track to the clearing at the top of the hill. I was surprised she didn't complain, but she was a good walker for her age. Every now and then she would dance off to explore a little. I would watch her denim-clad butt and smooth, pale legs skip away, then return with a flower for me to hold. After a while I had a little handful.
Every now and then I would wait for her with my shorts unzipped. She would hand me a flower, then go down on me, licking me and sucking me happily, all part of the game.
Around noon we got to the top of the hill, a cleared space fifty or so feet wide, with a few broad, flat rocks strewn about - ideal as picnic tables. I spread the rug and got out the crisps and sausage rolls and other junk picnic niceties, and we ate quietly for a little.
After lunch, I suggested a flower-hunting game. The ones she'd picked so far were mostly blue, and the fringes of the clearing were well-stocked with other shades. Chantelle smiled happily, prettily, and was just about to run off to find a red one when I said "But take your clothes off first. It's a lovely warm day and I love to see you naked. Leave your socks and shoes on, but off with the rest."
She giggled as I helped her strip, then skipped away, a naked little pixie in the forest, wearing only Dora the Explorer trainers and little white socks. Every flower she brought back seemed to make me harder, hornier; on her return from a quest for "three purple ones" she was a little surprised to find me naked too, kneeling on the rug, cock pointing at the clear summer sky.
I asked her for a hug, holding her to me, her legs spread wide across my hips, my cock nestled up between her buttocks. I stroked and caressed her, then raised her up to kiss her lips and fondle her soft, toned little bottom.
I lay her down on the rug, spread her little thighs wide, and ate her pussy. It was still sticky with last night's play, the residue of her little-girl secretions and my own cum. I licked her fresh and clean, tickling her tiny clitty until she was making that soft, horny "nn nn nn nn nn" sound. I rolled her over, told her to lift her butt. I spread her buttocks and licked between them. Her asshole was a little sweaty, a little grubby. She'd had a poo this morning and hadn't wiped perfectly. I cleaned her, licking up her earthy tastes, my cock raging. I worked my tongue into her, cleaning her sweet little brown slit, dribbling saliva into her ass.
I'd packed the lube in my shorts pocket. One squeeze between her smooth little buttocks. I worked it slowly into her asshole with my finger, penetrating her gently until she was slippery, relaxed, receptive. I lifted her bodily and turned her around to sit in my lap like before. She held onto my biceps as I positioned my throbbing cock beneath her, nuzzling my cockhead against her slippery anus.
Mmm! It was Heaven to enter her like that.
I held her tiny little waist, nuzzled the top of her perfect little head, and slowly fucked her sweet, tight little bottom until I ejaculated, shuddering and moaning, right up inside her.
We got back to the cottage around 2.00pm, guided by the smell of frying bacon. We went around the side to the large half-lawn, half-field on the south side, to find John and Pete sunbathing on rugs, naked. "Alright, lads, how are you this lovely day," I asked, "and where's my sweet little Mandy?"
"Fuckin hungover, man," answered John, leaning up and adjusting his position so that Chantelle got a clear view of his semi-erect cock. He winked at her. "Your sweet little Mandy's a fuckin animal, too, man! Damn the things that woman will do when she's going... Is there anything she *don't* do?"
"Heh, not that I've found yet, buddy, although I haven't tried... Hey, here's the wicked queen!"
Mandy had emerged from the cottage carrying a big tray of bacon rolls. She was still wearing the stockings and suspenders, plus the dog collar, but she'd lost the skirt and gained a floaty sort of dressing gown things. She looked shattered, but brightened up as she saw Chantelle. I let the little girl run across to her mummy as Mandy put the tray down between the guys and opened her arms for a big cuddle. Sweet. I wondered if she could smell my semen on her daughter; the thought made me grin.
I let Mandy and Chantelle get reacquainted as I grabbed a bacon roll and chatted with my buddied. Pete popped a beer for me and leaned over conspiratorially. "Look, just for banging that fat slag regularly you'd be a lucky fucker," he whispered, "but are you gettin the kid too?"
I took a slug of beer and winked at him. "Such a sweet little mouth," I whispered back, "and such a tight little butt..."
"Cunt!" he whispered back. I laughed. "Look," I said to him and John, glancing across to see if we were being eavesdropped on, "you'll get a taste later, alright? But I want you to be sweet with the little one, OK, so take your hangovers out on mummy there, OK? Give her a good fucking seeing-to so you're all sweetness and light for Chantelle later, yeah? She's a bit young for deep-throat and caning, but Mandy ain't." John guffawed loudly, and Pete gave a long, sly grin. "You're a fuckin evil fucker, you know that?" he said. I winked.
"Ian! I think Chantelle needs the loo. I'll just..."
"S'awright, Mands, I'll go with her. She needs a bath anyway. Besides, John and Pete would like a word..."
All very amusing, but Chantelle's need for the toilet was pressing. I headed indoors with her to the tiny, cramped bathroom. I set the bath running with a good splash of bubble bath, then stripped the little poppet naked and sat her on the toilet. I knelt in front of her, my hand down between her legs, and tickled her pussy as she started to pee. I shushed her small protests by kissing her, nibbling on her lips and tongue as her pee tinkled and trickled over my hand, warm and sweet. With a little gentle probing of her anus I helped her expel the rest of my cum, too; some had leaked out into her knickers on the walk back but she still had a substantial creampie up there. I kissed and licked her lips as she peed and dribbled ass-warm semen on me, and my cock was aching again.
I picked her up and popped her into the bath, then stripped off myself and climbed in too. It was a bit of a squash, but she had room to nestle between my knees. I washed her hair first, then had her stand up and bend over so I could slowly, carefully wash her little asshole and pussy. I used bubble bath and a squirt or three of baby oil, cleaning her beautiful little holes with soft, gentle fingers until I could sense the little slut was enjoying it almost as much as I was. She may be only five but she loves a gentle, slippery finger circling her baby clitty...
I got her to clean me with the oil too. I turned around carefully, kneeling up against the taps, and directed her slippery little hands around my ass and balls. I didn't even have to get firm with her to get her little fingers up my ass, either. Little hussy! Pretty soon she was giggling away, two little fingers up my asshole and a slippery little fist squashing the head of my hard, aching cock. It was goddamn heaven - a warm, wet little girl wanking me and fingering my ass - and we played with each other turn about for a good half-hour until the bath water started getting a little cold. With a great effort of will I stopped the games, rinsed us both off then towelled the little doll dry and, still naked, still erect, carried her upstairs for a nap.
Now I was hard and horny as absolute fuck again. With Chantelle snuggled down, Mr Bunny in hand, thumb in mouth, I went downstairs and out through the living room French doors in search of my fat slut of a girlfriend and her new buddies.
There they were in the middle of the lawn, a picturesque trio, Mandy on her knees between the two guys. She was sucking John off as I came into the garden, his cock filling her mouth, his left hand forcing her head down while he clutched the dog lead in the other. I grabbed another beer and came to stand next to Pete. "Little sweetie's having a nap. You throating my Mandy?"
"Yep - she can take some cock, your gal. Yo!" He called across to John, who let go of Mandy's head with a grunt, pulling his cock out of her mouth. It was dripping with saliva and slime, hanging in thick ribbons between his shaft and Mandy's fat lips. She was panting. John tossed the dog lead across to Pete, who caught it and jerked my darling girlfriend towards him. She stumbled on her knees, wobbling doughily as her hauled her over and fed her his cock.
Mandy's eyes were wild, her breathing high and ragged, her face wet with slime. I watched her carefully as Pete crammed her mouth, forcing his cock into her throat, drawing her tightly close with the lead and his hand. I couldn't tell if she was scared or stressed or horny as a fucking slut - she seemed to be a bit of all three. I chugged beer as I watched her take Pete's full length down her throat, her nose pressing up against his pubic hair. Gloop dripped from his balls as he moaned and hauled the lead tight. Atta girl!
"Hey!" I called, dropping the empty beer bottle. Pete groaned, withdrew, and chucked me the lead.
I hauled her over, gazing down into her glazed eyes and glistening face. "Hey Mands, how are you today?" I asked, winding the lead around my hand. I pulled her face right into my crotch, my cock against her cheek. "Mmm, you know, I don't think you've had my cock all weekend, have you? No... Here, fucking take it now, slut."
I jerked the lead and fed my cock into her opened mouth. Reaching around to bunch her hair, I dragged her head forwards and down. My cock slid in and down, entering the tight canal at the back of her throat. I tugged harder, feeling her retch, her throat muscles beautifully stimulating against the head of my rampant cock. "Yeah... nice, Mands, nice... No, it's only Chantelle who's had my cock this weekend. Mmm, she's really enjoyed daddy's cock, Mandy, really enjoyed it."
I drew back a little, then rammed forward. Her nose squashed into me, her chin hit my balls and a gloopy slop of slime welled up around my cock as she gagged on me. I held her tight in. "Yeah... your little poppet loves daddy's cock - in her mouth, up her ass... Mmm. Yeah, Mands, I've cum in Chantelle twice this weekend already... Two lots of daddy's cum she's had! One in her mouth and one in her ass... Oh, and another over her pussy, bless her. She loves her daddy's cream..."
"Oi!" John's voice interrupted my intimate conversation with my girlfriend. I laughed, pulling my slimed cock out and throwing him the lead. "Whaddya say? Five seconds each. First one to make her puke properly gets a pony off each of the others."
"Ungh, Ian! Don't make me puke! Wait...!"
Mandy's protestations were cut off as John jammed his cock down her throat and Pete and I chorused "One... two... three... four... five... Out!"
"Hah! Gagging but no puking! Pete!"
"Ian, wait, love... urg..."
"One... two... three... four... five... Out!"
Hah, that was good fun, chucking Mandy between us and fucking her throat hard and fast. She squealed and whimpered and gagged and retched, tears pricking her piggy little eyes as we rammed our stiff ones down her throat. Slime drooled all down her chin and slithered across her quivering, heaving tits, and we smeared our cocks all over her face and in her hair until she was a filthy mess. Fucking excellent! It took three rounds before we made her puke up properly, a big splattering, belching vomit all over Pete's crotch.
"One... two... three... Whoa, fuck! Ah, fucking hell, good choke, Pete. Fuck! Ah, you dirty cow, Mandy! Bollocks, fifty quid to you, buddy."
Mandy knelt on all fours, shivering and wobbling and gasping and sobbing air into her lungs, dribbling vomit onto the lawn as Pete wiped himself off, laughing his head off. "Ah, fuckin hell I was just about to cum too!"
"Hey, Mands, that was fun wasn't it?" I sauntered over and squatted next to her. I slapped her butt, hard, making her start. "Come on, girl, it was just a bit of fun with the lads. We love you really, you big soft doll." She looked up, her eyes confused. "But fuck you're a mess! Come on, we'll wait til the guys have finished in the bathroom and I'll run you a big bath, get you clean and sweet again, my big cuddly Mands, yeah?"
"Oh Ian..."
Every now and then I'm real sweet with her - keeps her on her toes, keeps her on the string, keeps me in Chantelle's cute little knickers. Mandy is really kinda dumb. All I have to do, once a week or so, is tell her that it's just a game, a big role-play, that I don't really get off on abusing her and being mean, and that behind it all I actually do love her, and she's not just a fat fuck-slut. Of course, in reality she *is* just a fat fuck-slut, I *do* really, really get off on abusing her, hard - but she *is* mother to a gorgeous little sex-bomb of a daughter whose knickers I'm well and truly in, so I need to keep her sweet. The dumb bitch believes me too.
So I took her into the cottage, ran her a bath, helped her clean up, scrubbed her back, petted her, kissed her cheek, nibbled her ear, caressed her tits, rubbed her slow and gentle between her bulging thighs until she came with a big sobbing moan. By the time I'd finished she'd gone all gooey for me again, sins forgiven, eyes all doe-y once more, and she sucked me off handsomely as I knelt against the bath, swallowing my cum and licking me clean.
Job well done.
I even helped Mandy prepare an early dinner. It was a quiet affair, nothing like Friday's fun and excitement - I even let Mandy wear some clothes. Chantelle was beautifully perky after her nap, all gorgeous blonde energy and cuteness. Mandy was knackered, despite her relaxing bath and lovey-dovey with me. Pete and John were quiet and almost civilised, although I at least could sense the tension behind their conversation. They were polite to Mandy and particularly attentive to Chantelle. I watched her lose some of her shyness with them, and even giggle occasionally at some of John's crap jokes.
I spent dinner with another hardon - but then again, I knew what was coming.
With dinner over, I asked Pete and John to tidy up the kitchen - "then maybe we can all play a game, yeah?" I took Mandy and Chantelle through to the living room, then popped upstairs to grab a bag with some goodies in. Bag retrieved, I sat with the girls for a while, chatting, squeezing Mandy's butt occasionally to remind her I loved her. I asked Chantelle to collect a few small things - bar of soap, ornament, that sort of thing - for the game. "And bring Mr Bunny too," I whispered, with a friendly little slap on her gorgeous butt. She gathered a few things from a quick scoot around the cottage, including her favourite cuddly toy, and I stuffed then into a plastic bin bag from my bag of props.
"Right," I said when the guys eventually came in from the kitchen, "let's play What's in the Bag!". Chantelle looked interested, Mandy rather blank, and Pete just confused. John had caught my wink, though, and had an inkling of where this was going. He smiled. "Yeah, that sounds like fun, don't it, sweetie?" This to Chantelle, who smiled back timidly.
"Excellent!" I said. Reaching down into the bag I pulled out a blindfold. "Hey John, how about you go first?"
John dutifully put on the blindfold, and I got Chantelle to hold the bag for him while he rummaged around inside, trying to figure out what the things were. He was pretty crap, but his bad guesses - deliberate or not - made Chantelle giggle. When it came to Mr Bunny, he pulled it right out of the bag and held it up to his face.
"Mmm," he said. "What's this? It's soft, squishy, furry? Hmmm." He turned the floppy thing over and over in his hands, Chantelle watching carefully and giggling happily. Even Mandy smiled. "Hmmm," said John, holding it up to his nose. He gave a long, ostentatious sniff. "Mmmm! It smells like my favourite little girl! Mmm, yes, lovely! Wow, I think it must be Mr Bunny!"
Chantelle laughed and clapped her hands. "One out of seven, buddy," I said. "Pretty shit!" John grinned lopsidedly as he pulled off the blindfold, and carefully handed Mr Bunny back to his favourite little girl.
"Whaddya think, Mands?" I asked, turning to my sleepy-looking girlfriend. "Think you can do better than dozy John? Hey poppet," I continued, turning to Chantelle, "go get a few more things for mummy to guess, yeah?"
Chantelle disappeared and I handed Pete the blindfold for Mandy. He popped it on her, she looking quite relaxed, and while we waited for the girl to return I rigged up the rest of what I'd shortly need. I steered Mandy over to the far side of the room, slapping her butt playfully. "You'll need to stand here, love, 'cos Chantelle's gonna bring some big stuff!"
Chantelle returned, looking pink and breathless and cute as fuck. I stuffed Chantelle's odds and ends into the big, then, with a big wink and a shush to her, brought something out of my bag of tricks. "OK, let's try you with this first, Mands."
John was in position as I hooked the fur-lined handcuffs through the loop of rope and snapped them around Mandy's fat wrists.
"Gotcha!" I laughed, as John hauled the rope slowly over the old beam above Mandy's head. Within a few seconds her arms were above her head, secured by cuffs, and I slipped the blindfold off.
"Ian, what you doing? I'm not sure this is... I don't think Chantelle should... Wait a min..."
She didn't get to say much else because Pete ambushed her from behind with the ball gag.
"There!" I said, standing in front of Mandy, arms akimbo, grinning. She looked startled, worried, fearful - all the good things I like to see on her face. "Brilliant! Hey, Chantelle poppet, what do you think of mummy like this?"
I didn't wait for whatever answer she might have come out with, instead gesturing towards the coffee table in middle of the room.
"Stand on the table, poppet, and take your clothes off."
There was silence for a good few moments. I moved quickly, two steps across to Chantelle, taking her arm, squatting beside her. "Now, Chantelle. Daddy said now."
The edge in my voice moved her. My cock was hard in my pants, Mandy's groans from behind me only strengthening my erection.
Hesitantly, Chantelle moved. She climbed onto the coffee table, then slowly pulled off her t-shirt. As we three guys stood around, slowly disrobing ourselves, she dropped her shorts and then her panties and stood naked on the table, sucking her thumb, looking uncertainly at John and Pete but mostly at me.
"Mmm, just stay there, poppet. You look lovely," I murmured, dropping my own boxers to the floor.
"Yeah, you're a real little doll, doll," said John, already naked, stroking his erection. "Mmm, here, lemme touch you."
He stepped up to her, running both hands over her little body, chest, back, belly and butt. He massaged her little butt while she sucked her thumb, then slowly began to rub the dimple at the top of her pussy. Pete joined in, and then I did, the three of us running our hands over that gorgeous little girl's glorious body, our fingers stroking and rubbing all over.
Very soon she was kneeling on all fours on the table, her butt in the air as we took turns licking her. Very soon, she had a hard cock in her little mouth. She sucked us all off, her eyes wide and a little scared, as we licked her asshole and pussy and rubbed her tiny clitty.
We circled her, a little conveyor belt of cocks and tongues and fingers. Every now and then one of us would break away to visit Mandy. The first time I did, I'd had my finger right up Chantelle's butt. I held it under Mandy's nose, then rubbed it over her lips as they drooled around the ball gag. The second time I yanked down her jeans, slapped her ass hard a few times, both cheeks, then ploughed my dripping cock into her hot cunt from behind. The dirty slut of a mother was wet, hot and wet from watching three men molest her daughter. I hissed in her ear as I fucked her.
"You like this, dontcha? You like watching Chantelle get it from three guys. You fucking love watchin her suck our cocks, dontcha? You're such a fucking slut, Mands. I bet you want her to lick your cunt-juice off my cock like a fuckin lolly, dontcha?"
I pulled out, went back to Chantelle, and had the little doll slowly lick my cock just so, so her mother could get a real good look.
We rubbed our cocks all over the little girl, our precum glistening on her body, her face. I loved wrapping her soft blonde hair around my cock; Pete enjoyed oozing his juice onto her nipples from underneath.
I had lube in my bag of tricks, of course, and it was me who first took Chantelle up the ass. She was used to it with me. I held her hips tight as she knelt still on the table, then worked slowly into her until she'd taken half my length up her ass. She was so gorgeously tight and soft! I ass-fucked the little doll for a minute or so, then held her ass still for John. His hands with trembling with the excitement of it as he lined up and slid into her. "Ohhh, fuck, man, fuckin hell, fuck..! Oh, fuckin SWEET man!"
I gotta say it was incredibly hot watching another guy fuck that five-year old honey bunch in the ass.
I went across to Mandy every one in a while, to chat, to slap her butt or twist her nipples, to finger-fuck her hard in her sopping cunt, or fuck her deep up the ass. When the pressure between my legs got too intense, I took a break, enjoying the sight of Pete and John ass-fucking the little daughter and abusing the fat mother, mouth-fucking the sweet little poppet and spitting in Mandy's face.
On, on into the evening we went.
We three sat in a row on the sofa and passed Chantelle between us, sitting her on our cocks in turn and bouncing her until she grunted "nn nn nn nn nn nn!".
We laid her back in an armchair, one guy to each leg, while the third fucked her slippery little pussy lips and leaned over to French kiss her.
We sat her on one of our laps, a cock pretty far up her ass, her legs spread wide, and licked her opened pussy lips. I gotta confess that a few times I licked the cock embedded in her ass, and the balls beneath it, but I know damn well that both guys did the same to me.
We took her on all fours on the table again, both ends, ass and mouth, the third man fingering her wet little pussy.
Never have I enjoyed a sex session so much!
It was gone midnight when we came to the climax. I knew we were all well on the edge, so I lay the shell-shocked little blonde poppet down in front of her half-asleep, half-crazy mother and we three guys knelt around her head. A little masturbation was all it took for the three of us to cum together, shooting our loads all over Chantelle's tired, pretty face, her chest, her hair. Mmm, yes! We fairly hosed the little doll, hours of built-up cum spraying her - mouth, eyes, nose, chin, shoulders, tits. I jerked long and hard over that gorgeous little moppet while her mother watched and moaned and cried above me.
Well, fuck, after that the weekend was pretty much done. I let Mandy down, dealt sharply with her whining and tears, gave Chantelle a quick face wash and took her off to bed. Sunday morning we all slept late, and I lay dozing until noon, gently stroking and fingering Chantelle and whispering all my favourite bits from the previous night. She sucked her thumb and hugged Mr Bunny and shivered as I rubbed her little pussy.
We packed up after lunch and I loaded the girls into the car and set off for home. The sun was still warm, another beautiful day. Chantelle was asleep, lolling in her car seat. Mandy sat glazed and dazed next to me. I rolled down the windows, laughed, and punched Mandy lightly on the arm. "Fuck me, girl, I dunno about you but I could do with a long weekend to recover from the long weekend!"