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Going Home

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

The closer Becky got to home, the slower she walked and the more she allowed herself to be distracted.  Becky knew that the longer it took her to get home, the more harshly she would be punished, but it's what would happen after the punishment that she was trying to delay, trying to squeeze just one more minute to herself before she had to face her daddy and older brother.  Becky's stomach churned and felt like it was tying itself in a square knot every time she thought about it.   Becky had spent the whole day at school trying real hard not to think about yesterday and the day before, and every time she did think about it tears would well up in her eyes and threaten to roll down her cheeks.  Becky felt as if the end of her life had started the day before yesterday, Monday afternoon, when she came home from school.

 

When she walked through the door that afternoon, Becky discovered her father and her older brother, both stark naked, and both stroking themselves while they watched a sex video on a new VCR.  Becky, after dropping her school books to the floor with a loud crash was just turning to flee when she heard her father speak in his 'I must not be disobeyed voice'.

 

"Get in here."  Was all he said, but that was all he needed to say.  Becky had turned and, already trembling with fear and dread, walked back into the front room.  Becky didn't know where to look, it made her uncomfortable even knowing that something like this was showing on the same TV she watched, but neither did she want to see her father or her older brother stroking hard cocks right in front of her.  The only thing Becky wanted to do was to run from the house and not stop running until she collapsed from exhaustion.  The only thing stopping her was the overwhelming fear she had of her father.  Becky new beyond any doubt that, no matter how far she ran, it would only be a matter of time before her father found her, dragged her home, and did to her whatever it was he was planning to do.  And worse for not pretending to love what he was doing.    Becky wasn't sure she could watch this TV ever again without feeling that whatever she was watching had somehow been corrupted by the filth her father and brother were playing on their new VCR.

 

"It's sex education week," Becky's father announced.  Becky moaned silently, dreading what she knew would be coming.  "It's time for you and your brother to get a proper sex education instead of that Pollyanna crap they teach you in school."  Becky's father picked up the VCR remote and paused the machine.  "Now, I want you to stand in front of the TV and take off your clothes, we want to see how you match up with these whores in the video."  Becky stood in front of the television and looked helplessly at he father, hoping the tears running down her cheeks might soften his heart.

 

"If I have to come over there you're going to be sorry.  It's not like we haven't already seen your scrawny little naked butt already."  Becky new her father was right.  The day after her mother had run off, Becky came home to find that her daddy had removed all the interior doors.  Bedrooms and bathrooms were now all open for anyone who walked by to see what was going on.  Since that day Becky had always stood in the corner of her room, with her dresser between her and the door, when she changed her clothes. 

 

The bathroom was the worst.  Not only was it impossible for Becky to sit on the toilet without her father and her brother seeing her if they walked by, but if either of them happened to be using the bathroom when she walked by, she couldn't help but see them.  In just a week and a half Becky had grown to hate baths.  She was not allowed to stop taking baths, and every time she took one both her father and her brother would develop an urgent need to use the toilet.  Her brother would sit on the toilet and watch her as Becky tried to keep her naked body covered while she washed as quickly as possible. 

 

Now she was faced with a direct order from her father to take her clothes off.  Becky knew from experience that her father's threat that she would be sorry if he 'had to come over there' was not an idle one.  Becky had no doubt that she would end up naked, the only question would be how badly she was hurt and how much damage was done to her clothes in the process.  More out of concern for her favorite blouse and skirt than for her body, Becky began to undress.  Her fingers trembled so violently that Becky was afraid she would pull the buttons from her blouse as she released them.  Not wanting to see what her brother, or her father, were doing to themselves while they watched her taking her clothes off, Becky never raised her eyes from the floor in front of her.  When her blouse was lying on the floor, Becky unbuttoned, unhooked and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.  Becky used the toe of each foot to pull the heel of each shoe off her feet, then kicked off her shoes, leaning over, she removed her knee socks.  Reduced to bra and panties, Becky stared at the faded, worn carpet right in front of her and hesitated before reaching behind her back and releasing the hooks holding her bra in place.

 

"Before you take your panties off," Becky's brother suggested, speaking for the first time since she got home, "turn around and bend over while you pull them down."

 

"Good idea," their father said, endorsing his sons order, "turn around and bend over when you take your panties off."  Becky could feel her face burning with embarrassment.  Just because her brother and father had already seen her naked while she was bathing, did not mean that it was not humiliating to be forced to strip and put herself on display while they played with their cocks.  Becky was, at that time, too innocent and inexperienced to know that her tears, red face, and obvious embarrassment and humiliation excited her father and brother far more than did her nakedness.  Becky was grateful that she at least got to turn her back on the two males tormenting her, and would not have to watch their hands moving up and down their hard dicks, or the leering grins on their faces, while she exposed herself to them.  Becky slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

 

"Don't stand up," Becky's father ordered while she was still bent over, "spread your feet apart."  Becky obeyed her father's orders as she wiped tears from her eyes.  She didn't blame her mother for running off.  But why, dear god why, Becky wondered as she shamefully exposed her private parts to her brother and father, didn't she take me with her.  Becky's feeling of humiliation deepened as she saw the light in the room change and realized that her father had adjusted the lamp shade to aim more light onto her exposed body parts, and heard a moan from her brother. 

 

"Now come over here," her father said after they had enjoyed her forced exposure.  Becky straightened up, turned around, and stepped over in front of her father.  She tried not to look down at at her father's naked crotch and instead, stared over his head at the far wall. 

 

"Get down on your knees."  Becky got down on her knees facing her naked father who stretched his legs out on each side of her.  Despite her reluctance, Becky had no choice at this point but to look at her father’s hard dick sticking up from his kinky pubic hair. 

 

"Give me your right hand."  Becky held out her hand and her father took it in his.

 

"Your first lesson will be how to handle a man's cock," Becky's father said as he placed her hand on his cock and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.  Becky's father held her wrist and moved her hand up and down his cock.

 

"Stick your other hand between my legs and hold my balls."  This is wrong, Becky thought as she followed her father's instructions, he shouldn't even mention his balls around me and he wants me to touch them.

 

"I better be the first man whose cock you have touched," Becky's father said with an extremely threatening tone, "if I ever find out you've touched some other cock before mine you'll be the sorriest little whore who ever walked the face of the earth."

 

"I... I ha... I haven't, ever," Becky whimpered through her tears.

 

"Good, but if I ever find out different you'd better watch out." Becky continued to sob while she pumped her hand up and down on her father's dick.

 

"After you learn to handle both our cocks," Becky's father said as he adjusted the speed of her hand on his cock, "Jimmy will get a lesson on female anatomy."  Becky realized that she was going to have to do this to her brother too. 

 

"Steady rhythm, girl, steady rhythm," as he corrected the movement of her hand again. 

 

"When we first got married, your mom loved fucking more than a two dollar whore on Friday night," Becky's father said addressing her brother.  "She had a beautiful, tight, cunt that got so wet you wouldn't believe it."  Becky tried not to hear her father saying these things about her mother.  This just was not the type of thing a father should be saying to his kids.

 

"I fucked your mom the first time I took her out," while he talked, Becky's father continued to adjust her hand on his hard cock.  "I had to wrestle with her a bit in the back seat of my Chevy, but once I got my hand on her cunt under her panties, she just kind of melted and got so wet my car smelled like pussy for days afterward.  She was a hot little bitch back then, we did nothing but fuck all day long."  In spite of her revulsion, Becky was intrigued by the feel of her father's hard flesh in her hands. 

 

"When she got pregnant with you," Becky's father continued, talking to his son, "her tits got real big.  God, did I have fun titty fucking her when you were in her belly."  Betty glanced at her brother and noticed he seemed to be getting more excited by their father's stories of how he fucked their mother. 

 

"It wasn't until after you were born," Betty's father said, turning his attention back to her, "that she started trying to stop me from fucking her."  Becky couldn't help getting the impression that her father blamed her for her mother's declining interest in getting fucked by him.

 

"That's one thing you have to nip in the bud," he continued turning his attention back to his son, "the first time a bitch tries to stop you from fucking her, you've got to make sure she understands that you are the one who says when and where you will fuck, not her."  Becky noticed that her father had started moving his hips in time with her pumping hand. 

 

"The first time your mother said 'no' I pushed her over on her face and slammed my dick into her ass.  I gave her a good hard butt fuck with her face buried in the pillow so she wouldn't wake up you kids.  Believe me it was a long time before she tried to say 'no' to me again when I wanted to fuck."  Just as Betty felt an overwhelming wave of sympathy for what her mother was putting up with surge through her, she felt her father's hard cock twitch and spew his thick, hot cum all over her hand.  Becky made a face and pulled her hand away from her father's dick.

 

"Never take your hand off my cock until I tell you to," her father yelled at her slapping her face, "now lick that cum off your hand."  Becky received another slap when she didn't obey her father quickly enough.  Then, while sobbing and trembling with humiliation, Becky slowly licked the thick gobs of her father's sperm from her shaking hand. 

 

"Now, go give your brother a handjob, he's never had a girl touch his dick yet."  Becky, to ashamed to stand up, crawled on her hands and knees over to the chair where her brother was waiting.  He had scooted forward in the chair and had his legs already spread for her to kneel between.  Becky kept her head down while she pumped her brother's hard cock with one hand and held his balls with the other.  She did not want look at his face while he watched, and was thrilled by, her degradation. 

 

Becky pumped her brother's cock until he came, recoating her hand with more cum, then licked his thick fluid off her skin just like she had her father's.  During the process she could not get the image of her mother being anally raped by her father when she tried to say 'no' to him out of her head.  While she sat on the living room floor, waiting to see what degrading activity she would be forced to perform next, Becky thought about her father's description of his first encounter with her mother in the backseat of his Chevy, and realized that it sounded a lot more like rape to her than consensual sex.

 

"Go get us each a beer," Becky's father said nudging the crying, naked girl with his toe, "and get one for yourself, you need to learn to relax and enjoy life."  Becky climbed slowly to her feet and stumbled past her father on the way to the kitchen.

 

"Bring a couple extra while you're at it," Becky's father yelled after her.  A few minutes later she came back into the living room cradling a half dozen bottles of beer against her bare breasts.  She could feel her nipples growing hard against the icy glass.  As she handed one to her naked father, and the other to her naked brother, Becky noticed that their formerly hard cocks were now soft and laying against their thighs. 

 

"Open one for yourself," Becky's father instructed, "and drink it as quickly as you can."  Becky opened a bottle and took a sip.  "Drink," her father ordered, and repeated the order every time Becky took the bottle away from her lips.  As soon as the first bottle was done Becky's father forced her to drink another on.  By the time she was finished with her second beer, Becky stumbled and sat down on the coffee table.  Becky heard both her brother and her father laughing and, after a brief journey into anger, giggled then stood up and rubbed her naked butt. 

 

"Come on, Jimmy, let's take her into the bedroom," Becky's brother let go of his half hard cock, put down the beer and stood up. 

 

"If she's anything like her mother," Becky's father continued as they each took one of her arms and walked her toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms, "a couple of beers will turn her into a total slut."

 

"I wish you'd stop talking about my mother like that," Becky said to her father with alcohol induced bravery, as they walked her down the hallway.  Becky's father and brother walked her into the bedroom her mother used to share with her father and, turning her around, sat her on the edge of the bed. 

 

New tears came to Betty's eyes as she remembered that Monday afternoon; what she did, and the way she acted after drinking a couple of beers made her feel more shame and humiliation than what she had done while she was sober.  Becky remembered giggling like a little girl when they pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs.  She remembered propping herself up on her elbows so she could watch her father and her brother examining her vagina and anus.

 

"Look how wet she's getting," Becky remembered her father saying as she felt his finger moving along her pussy lips.  She felt fingers pulling her cunt lips open.  "Look at how big her clit is," her father said.  Becky felt warmth spreading from her crotch, up her tummy and down her thighs.  She could feel herself getting wetter as they examined her.  She knew what they were doing to her was wrong, she knew it was wrong to feel the way she was beginning to feel when her father or brother were touching her but, do to the effect of the alcohol, she was unable to resist the feelings coming from between her legs. 

 

"Watch this," her father said as he pushed his finger tip partway into her now very wet pussy, then used his lubricated finger to gently rub little circles on her clitoris.  Becky heard herself moan, and felt her hips beginning to move in fucking motions as her father continued to rub her clitoris with the finger of one hand while he moved a finger of his other hand in and out of her pussy.  Even in her intoxicated state Becky knew she was going to feel tremendous guilt and shame when she remembered this the next day.

 

With their hands under her armpits, Jimmy and his father moved Becky further onto the bed, making room for her father to kneel on the bed between her spread thighs.  Becky's father stroked his re-hardened cock and looked down into the face of his drunken daughter as he moved the head of his cock up and down over her wet pussy. 

 

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said to his daughter, "just like I used to fuck your slut mother, then Jimmy's going to fuck you."  Becky looked at her brother who was know laying beside her, twisting one of her nipples with one hand while he stroked his hard cock with the other.  Becky's body tensed as she felt the head of her fathers cock pushing her cunt lips open.  Nothing larger than her finger had been there before and the stretching of her vaginal tissues to accommodate her father's invading cock were entirely new feelings for Becky.  Under the effects of the alcohol Becky's mind could concentrate only on how surprisingly good it felt to be penetrated.  It was common knowledge among the inexperienced girls at Becky's school that it hurt to be fucked for the first time.  Quite the contrary to what she expected, even the discomfort caused by the stretching of her virginal tissues excited her.  Jimmy had abandoned Becky's breast for the time being so he could reposition himself to be able to watch as his father's cock slowly sank into his sister's never fucked before cunt. 

 

Becky couldn't believe that having a cock inside her could feel this good.  She didn't care, at least while she was drunk, that it was her father's cock fucking in and out of her cunt, she just held on and fucked back.  Becky couldn't believe the sounds she heard coming from her mouth.  In spite of the knowledge that she would feel humiliation and embarrassment the next day, she moaned, whimpered, and actually begged her father to fuck her harder.

 

"I told you a couple of beers would turn her into a whore," Becky's father said to his son as he slammed his cock in and out of his daughter's pussy, "it always worked on your mother."  Becky could feel her father's cock pulsing and twitching inside her as he pumped his incestuous sperm into his daughter's cunt.  As soon as her father climbed off her, Becky's older brother climbed between her legs and thrust his cock into the cunt his father had just opened. 

 

Becky stopped walking and hid her face against a tree while she cried.  Becky hated her brother and her father for what they made her do while she was sober, but she hated herself for what she did after they forced her to get drunk.  Becky remembered going back out to the front room after they'd both fucked her.  Becky had sat on her Daddy's lap and, while she drank another beer, she spread her legs for him so he could finger her while they watched more of the porno.  She remembered the feel of her daddy's cock as it got hard once again then how she shifted her position and, reaching down between her legs, grasped her father's hard dick and guided it's head into her pussy.  Shame and humiliation wracked her body as Becky remembered how she moved up and down in her father's lap, fucking herself on his cock while his hands touched every part of her naked body.  How could a couple of beers make me such a whore, Becky asked herself, how could it make me do all those things for them.  Flashes of herself dancing obscenely around the room, leaning over and wiggling her just fucked naked cunt in their faces while they touched her and played with her pussy, came to her memory. 

 

Becky started walking again as she remembered waking up the next morning in her parent's bed with her naked father laying on one side of her naked body and her naked brother on the other side.  As soon as she woke up Becky remembered how they took turns fucking her again just before going to sleep.  With tears flowing from her eyes, and her face turning red as she remembered what she had done, and had been done to her, the night before.  She started scooting down the bed, hoping to get to the foot of the bed, stand up, and leave the room without waking either her father or her brother.  Before she made it her father reached out and grabbed her arm.

 

"Where the hell do you think you are going?"

 

"I've got to go to school," Becky answered in a soft voice, hoping her father would release her arm and let her go.  Instead he pulled her back down onto the bed and, spreading her legs with his knee, rolled on top of her and pushed his hard cock into her still sticky pussy.  Sober, and without any of the 'foreplay' that she had gotten the night before, Becky was overwhelmed with humiliation instead of excitement as her father fucked his cock deeply in and out of her cunt.  No orgasm, no excitement, just the embarrassment of having her own father laying on top of her, breathing stale beer breath in her face while he fucked his daughter's pussy.  Becky's brother woke up and, as soon as his father pulled his cock from Becky's cunt, Jimmy rolled on top of her and took his turn fucking her. 

 

With fresh tears rolling down her cheeks and fresh cum rolling down her thighs, Becky finally got out of the bed and went into her own room to get dressed.  She had been to busy fucking her father and brother the night before to take a bath, and now she didn't have time.  Becky washed her crotch, pits, and tits with a wash rag then brushed her teeth and combed her hair before she went back into her bed room and picked out the most concealing clothes she could find.  Before dressing Becky splashed perfume on her body to help hide what seemed to her to be the stench of incestuous fucking.  Becky spent the day convinced that everyone at school could tell that, not only had she been fucked the night before, but that they could, somehow, tell that it had been her father and her brother fucking her.  The closer Becky got to the end of the school day, the more tormented she became.  She knew that she would not be able to stop her father and brother from doing anything they wanted to when she got home. 

 

Just as she feared, her father and brother were sitting in their chairs, naked and sporting hard cocks, while they watched another fuck video in the VCR.  A sharp, angry look from her father short circuited Becky's prepared objection when she was ordered to strip.  For the second day in a row, Becky was taking off her clothes so her father and brother could molest her and ravage her naked body.  Once again Becky's father had her kneel naked between his spread legs after she had stripped off her clothing.  Instead of placing her hand on his hard dick, Becky's father placed a hand on each side of her head and pulled her face down to his crotch.

 

"You've seen the whores in the fuck films sucking cock," he said as he slowly pushed the head of his hard cock against his daughter's lips, "now I want to see how good you can suck cock."  Becky was wishing that her father had waited until after she had downed a couple of beers before he forced his cock in her mouth, but he hadn't, and Becky was forced to ignore the heaving in her stomach as she opened her mouth and allowed her fathers dick to push between her lips.  Even with her limited experience Becky could tell her father had not washed his cock since the last time he had fucked her cunt with it.

 

"Your mother wasn't real good at cock sucking at first either," Becky's father informed her as he pushed her head down on his dick until she started to choke, then let her pull it off, "but with a little practice she learned to do it right," Becky's father pushed her head back down until she choked again, "and learned to take my whole cock down her throat without choking."  A third time Becky's father pushed her head down on his hard cock until she choked.  Becky lost count of how many times her father forced his dick into the back of her mouth.  This continued until Becky, trembling and with tears running from her eyes and snot running from her nose, learned to open her throat and allow her father's hard incestuous cock to enter her face completely.  Becky still choked occasionally as her father thrust his cock time and again through her mouth and into her throat.

 

Just like the previous night, as soon as Becky's father was done fucking her mouth, Becky was forced to crawl over to her brother so he could emulate their father and fuck the hole he had just finished with.  Instead of demanding beers, which Becky was looking forward to as a relief for the harsh emotions she was feeling, Becky's father had her lay on the coffee table and masturbate while he and Jimmy watched.  Spreading her legs and fingering herself while her father and brother watched was incredibly difficult for Becky to do while she was sober, but it wasn't hard to see that it was her tears, her red face, her embarrassment and humiliation that excited them even more than her fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. 

 

As Becky slowly walked towards her home, she realized that her father and her brother were able to enjoy her shame and humiliation while she was sober and her whorish slutty behavior when she was drunk.  As she walked, Becky continued to remember the night before.  While being forced to entertain her father and brother by abusing her own body, Becky's brother finally went to the kitchen and came back with bottles of beer.  Becky was forced to continue fucking herself while her father and brother drank beer and took turns pouring it into her open mouth.  Becky was eager to get the relief from her feelings and the release from her inhibitions that she knew a sufficient quantity of alcohol would provide.

 

Becky remembered being surprised when her father knelt at the end of the table and, after pushing her legs further apart, lowered his head to her crotch, then poured cold beer over her clitoris and cunt while he lapped it up with his tongue.   Becky shivered both from the cold liquid flowing over her pussy and her father's tongue lapping at her most sensitive tissues.  Becky had never imagined anything that felt as good as the tongue flicking at her sensitive cunt. 

 

Becky's brother pushed the head of his cock against her lips.  When she opened her mouth he poured beer down his cock and into her mouth.  The heat of sexual excitement spread through her body with the intoxicating affect of the beer she eagerly accepted from her brother's cock.  Becky realized that she was moving her hips, humping her beer soaked pussy against her father's face and swirling her tongue over the head of her brother's cock while she ingested the beer.  Becky swallowed, without complaint, her brother's ejaculate along with the beer, when his dick jerked several times in her mouth.

 

By the time Becky's father pulled his beer and cunt juice coated face from his daughter's crotch, Becky had enjoyed three orgasms and had imbibed enough beer from her brother's cock that she felt like she was ready for anything.  Becky's father pulled his daughter up from the coffee table, moved her to the side, had her kneel, told her to spread her legs, then bent her over the table with her belly and breasts resting on the table top and her head hanging over the far edge.  Becky was facing the TV and watched the couple fucking on the screen while her father spread her butt cheeks with the thumb and finger of his left hand.  Just as the couple on the screen changed positions and the man pushed his hard cock up against the woman's anus, Becky felt her fathers lubricated finger slip into her ass.

 

"More beer," Becky said when she realized exactly where her father and brother planned to fuck her next.  Jimmy handed another bottle of beer to his sister then joined his father and explored Becky's ass with his finger.  Becky downed the beer, and relaxed as she slipped further into 'drunk whore' mode.  She watched with growing interest as the man on the screen fucked the female's ass with vigor, slamming his dick into her rear so hard her entire body shook with each thrust.  The woman being fucked moaned and begged the man to 'fuck my ass harder'.

 

When Becky's father knelt behind his daughter and pushed the tip of his hard cock against her virgin ass, Becky was ready.  Her fanny was lubricated with KY jelly and her insides were lubricated with alcohol. 

 

As she walked, Becky remembered, as best she could through the haze of alcohol, what it had felt like when her father's cock forced it's way into her ass the first time.  She had to admit the memories of that first time were colored by the two ass fuckings she received that morning before school, both without the aid of alcohol in her system.  It had been obvious from Monday afternoon that Becky's father and brother intended to make her their fuck toy, no matter what she might want.  Even drunk, Becky's first anal sex experience had not been entirely pleasant.  She remembered the exact points where the stretching of her virgin anal sphincter had moved from interesting to unpleasant and from unpleasant to painful.  Becky remembered holding on to the edge of the coffee table with both hands, tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes, while his father forced her rear open with his hard cock.  Becky was no longer interested in the joyous ass fucking portrayed on the TV screen, she was far more interested in the painful feelings radiating from her own ass as her father pulled his cock out and pushed it back inside her again. 

 

The pain slowly subsided back to discomfort as Becky's father fucked her with long forceful strokes.  When Becky finally opened her eyes again, the man on the screen was milking his cum into the woman's mouth.  Becky panted, both to catch her breath, and to help dissipate the uncomfortably stretched feeling her father's hard cock was causing as it continued fucking in and out of her tight ass.

 

Following the pattern they both seemed satisfied with, as soon as Becky's father pulled his still dripping cock from her just stretched ass, Becky's brother put his in.  By the time her brother was fucking her ass Becky had adjusted and, with the help of alcohol, was moving from discomfort to feelings of an almost pleasant nature.  Unlike the previous evening, anal sex seemed to excite Becky's father and brother to the point that as soon as her brother had left his cum deep inside her ass, her father was on his knees ready to fuck her rear once again.  Becky had no clear memory of how many times each of them had fucked her ass while she laid across the coffee table drinking beer and watching porno movies.   

 

Becky did remember that late last night, still drunk and compliant, she had, just like the previous night, gone to bed with her father and brother in her parent's bed.  She remembered them teasing her about a sandwich before they went to sleep, and how they laughed every time she said she wasn't hungry.  Becky discovered what kind of 'sandwich' her brother and father were talking about when her brother laid down on his back on the bed and Betsy was told to 'climb on'.  Becky remembered grinning and, under the influence of the alcohol, giggled while she straddled her brother and, reaching between her legs, held her brother's cock while she lowered her cunt onto it.  Becky looked back over her shoulder, a little confused, as her father crouched behind her.  Her confusion turned to surprise as Becky felt her father's cock slip into her well fucked ass.  Becky had never considered the possibility of being fucked by her father and her brother at the same time.  In her 'drunk whore' state, it seemed like a great idea.   Despite the shame and humiliation she felt remembering being in a 'sandwich' with her father and brother, Becky's pussy began to moisten as she remembered the drunken orgasms she had during her first double fuck. 

 

As her house came into view, Becky's thoughts turned to the memory of what happened this morning.  Filled with shame, she had, once again, tried to slide her naked body out of bed without disturbing either her naked father, or her naked brother and, just like the previous morning, her father stopped her before she managed to escape.  Her father turned Becky over onto her stomach, climbed on top of her with one knee on the bed on each side of her hips then, leaning forward and supporting himself with both hands on her back, plunged his cock into Becky's sore, over-fucked ass. 

 

Becky's cry of pain as her father's dick entered her ass one more time woke her brother who lay on his side and gently stroked his cock while he waited his turn in his sister's anus.  For the second morning, Becky had not been allowed to bath the night before, and did not have time to do anything more than try to scrub two days worth of fucking off her body with a wash cloth and hide the reek of male cum with perfume before she left for school.

 

Becky stopped only a few steps from her house.  She knew her father and her brother were waiting inside with stiff cocks, ready to humiliate her in some way she couldn't imagine.  Every one of her holes had been fucked multiple times, what else could they do?  Sickening thoughts of body waste crossed her mind making Becky's stomach heave.  Afraid to put off whatever horror waited for her inside the house any longer, Becky went through the front door and, as she had been instructed the day before, took off her clothes and walked into the living room naked.

 

Becky froze in her tracks.  She had expected to see her father and her brother naked and stroking their cocks while they waited to fuck her in whatever humiliating way their sick imaginations could devise.  Instead they were fully clothed and there was another man with them, also fully clothed.  Becky's father grabbed her wrist just as she was about to bolt to her room, and pulled her over to stand in front of him.

 

"What do you think?"  Becky's father continued to hold her wrist in his iron grip while he roughly massaged her breasts with the other and solicited this stranger's opinion of her. 

 

"Very nice," the man replied with a pretended air of nonchalance.  Becky noticed the bulge growing in his trousers. 

 

"This man was nice enough to give us a couple of cases of beer," Becky's father informed her while he continued to maul her breasts, "and I promised him a trip around the world in exchange."  Becky made no attempt to hide her confusion.  She could feel her face turning red and fought back tears.  The humiliation of being naked, and having her father touching her breasts, in front of a stranger while everyone else was dressed was deeper than anything she had felt in her life.

 

"You know what a 'trip around the world', means?"  Becky shook her head, indicating she did not know what it meant. 

 

"It means," Becky's father explained as his hand moved down across her belly and pushed between her legs, "that you are going to take him into your bed room, undress him and then fuck him with your mouth and fuck him with your cunt and fuck him with your ass."  Becky could no longer hold back her tears.  Becky realized that she was being turned into a real whore, and a cheap whore at that, fucking a man three times to keep her father and brother supplied with beer.

 

"Can I have a couple of beers first?"  Becky asked quietly, her head hanging in shame. 

 

"No, do it sober." 

 

Becky, naked and humiliated, led the man into her bedroom, her silent tears almost turned to uncontrolled sobs when she saw the Barbie doll on the shelf above her bed.  One of her prized possessions from her childhood, Becky could remember the hours of innocent fun she had playing with her Barbie on the very same bed she was about to become a whore on.  Without looking up at the man's face, Becky unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, unhooked the waist band, and then, after pushing his trousers down around his ankles, pushed him back onto the bed.  Kneeling between his knees, Becky leaned over and took the man's already hard cock into her mouth. She cupped his balls with one hand and pumped the man's cock with the other while she swirled her tongue over and around the spongy cockhead.  The nameless man placed his hands on the back of Becky's head and pushed her mouth further down onto his hard cock.  Operating as much as possible without feelings, Becky opened her throat and took the nameless man's hard dick all the way into her mouth.  She fucked the man's cock with her mouth working diligently to make the man cum so she could get one third of her job done.  As soon as the man's cum was down her throat, Becky reclined on her pillows, spread her legs and began to finger her cunt. 

 

Becky's only interest was to make the man hard again so she could finish her repulsive work.  The nameless man leaned back against the wall and watched Becky finger fucking herself while he waited for his cock to re-harden.  As soon as his dick had stiffened, Becky pulled him over on top of herself and directed his cock into her barely moist pussy.  Becky tried not to think about all the innocent hours she had spent in this now permanently defiled bed as the nameless man pumped his cock in and out of her unfeeling cunt.

 

Becky wanted nothing more than to feel nothing, physically or emotionally.  She imagined that her pussy had been shot full of Novocain, and was numb, just like her mouth was after a trip to the dentist.  Them man finally came inside her, but instead of getting off, the man continued to lie on her with his cock inside her pussy, and played with her breasts like a little boy with a new toy.  Becky wanted to scream at the man to get his filthy cock out of her body and to quit touching her.  She wanted to throw the man on the floor and kick the crap out of him.  Becky felt like her mouth, her vagina, and her childhood bed, had been soiled in a way her father or her brother never could have accomplished.  She was sure she'd never be able to wash this man's filth from her breasts.

 

Becky lay still while the man remained in her body, suppressing her feelings, consciously turning off her emotions and her physical sensations.  It would be a lot easier, Becky thought, if I had a couple of beers.  After what threatened to be an eternity the nameless man climbed off Becky and leaned up against the wall.  Becky's only concern was getting the man hard again so she could take it up the ass and get rid if him.  She slipped of the bed and, kneeling in front of the man used her hands and mouth to stimulate his balls, cock and ass.

 

Get hard, she kept saying over and over in her head, get hard you bastard.  Becky did all the things she would have done if she had been the 'drunk whore' Becky that her father and brother seemed to like so much.  As soon as the nameless man seemed to be hard enough to accomplish penetration, Becky, lacking KY jelly in her bedroom, picked up a bottle of baby oil and, after turning so the man could watch, used his finger to lubricate her ass in preparation for the insertion of his dick.  Watching Becky lubricate her ass stiffened the man's cock even further.  Becky laid face down on the bed, thrust her ass up in the air for the man to ravage, and buried her face in the pillow. 

 

The man, supporting himself with his hands on top of the headboard, pushed his cock into Becky's ass and began to fuck with long full strokes.  The man pulled his cock out until only his cockhead remained inside her ass hole then pushed back in until his pubic hair mashed against the outside of her anal sphincter.  With a slow steady pace the man continued fucking Becky's ass for what seemed like hours.  All the while Becky, her face hid in the pillows steadfastly refused to respond in any way.  Becky's lack of response seemed to go unnoticed by the nameless man who was fucking her.  Becky's ass was tight, warm, and lubricated and that was all that mattered to him.  After orgasming, the man pulled his dick from Becky's ass, wiped it down with her bedspread, and began to dress.

 

"I guess that'll be it until the next time your daddy needs some beer."  The man said giving Becky's just fucked ass a slap as he left the room.  Becky sobbed into her pillows.  She didn't need to hear it from the nameless man to know that, now that it had started, her father and brother would have no problem thinking of things to whore her out for.  Becky cried for as long as she dared then wiped her eyes, blew her nose, and walked back into the living room.  Now her father and brother were naked and masturbating while they watched a fuck film.  Two bottles of beer were waiting on the coffee table, but her father and brother both insisted on getting blowjobs before they would allow her to drink.

 

Becky swallowed two more loads of incestuous cum then chased them with two bottles of beer that she chugged as rapidly as her throat would swallow.  Becky was eager to trade today’s pain for tomorrow's low self worth.