Help Wanted
Chapter 6
All the talk concerning how many sex partners her two kids had, made me
wonder if she kept any records on who had done her since she started putting out
the pussy. She must have read my mind because she gave me a big smile, took a
deep breath that made those knockers look like they were about to float off her
chest and declared that she had been taken by well over a thousand separate
partners since her uncle had popped her cherry some twenty odd years ago. In her
case dear old dad was a bit late getting on her train; he checked in at number
thirty-seven, two behind his wife who had begun nailing Candy a month before he
finally got wise about what he had living under his roof.
He wasted no time trying to catch up on his lost opportunities. It
helped that he had an understanding wife who also went both ways. For damned
near a month they kept Candy busy almost around the clock. It went so far that
they pulled the girl from school for three weeks and dad took two weeks of
vacation plus another week's worth of sick time so he could see how many times a
day he could nail his daughter. During that honeymoon period, as Candy described
it, the only thing she wore was a big smile and a tampon during her monthlies.
She considers it miraculous that she managed to avoid becoming pregnant
considering all the cock he was putting to her. Perhaps it was due to the fact
that a man his age couldn't cum five and six times a day steady without
significantly lowering his sperm count.
Candy skipped over the next twenty years in one big bound, merely
stating that she and her husband had an open marriage, but were not swingers.
They did have a wide circle of friends who had children and practiced the same
type of life style as her family. These constituted her sexual partners with the
occasional fling that all women who were sexually active fell prey to on
occasion. I realized she was including me in that exclusive group of outsiders,
and I felt complimented. She then regaled me with a story concerning one of the
most memorable experiences she had.
One time she and her husband spent a three day weekend with an extended
family that included a grandfather and his wife, their married son and daughter,
their spouses, plus seven children ranging in age from eight to fourteen; three
girls and four boys, all randy little fuckers. During the weekend she managed to
have some type of sex with all thirteen family members, not to mention an
occasional dalliance with her own husband, always observed by the children who
were most interested in refining and improving their sex skills. To make it even
more interesting and entertaining he had scheduled this get-together just as she
was beginning her period. The amount of traffic that she handled was so intense
and nearly continual that her husband had to help her to the car when they
finally took their leave. Both her lower orifices were swollen, sore and oozing
cum that had been pumped into her by the quart, or so it seemed at the time.
During the four hour drive to their home, she leaked cum that soaked through her
dress and nearly saturated the blanket that had been placed beneath her.
All this talk had the desired effect, now my cock was rock hard and
ready to plumb her asshole. Candy wiggled her rump at me to suggest doggy, and
so I put my cock against her puckered asshole and started to push. I watched as
her head sank down to the sheets, listening to her moans that rose and fell in
response to the inroad I was slowly but steadily making into her tight bunghole.
For someone who had been taking it in the ass on a very regular basis for at
least the last fifteen years, she had an amazingly tight asshole.
Sugar made her entrance, crawling up on the bed and nuzzling her
mother's hair and crooning into her ear. Candy raised her body up so that her
daughter could start playing with her big firm tits. Sugar got busy sucking and
kissing those big bouncy bags with a skill that belied her youthful appearance.
When she got around to working on her mother's long nipples, pulling those
turgid lumps as far from her tits as they could go, I got into my serious mode
and reved it up. I started giving it to the blonde woman with forceful strokes
that made her grunt in rhythm as I battered away on her asshole, making those
buns bounce like jelly as I slammed my belly against them on every stroke.
"Don't stop, don't stop, please, please, don't you ever stop!" She kept
up this chanting as I picked up the pace, shifting into a higher gear as I
dogged her tight asshole for all I was worth. I fucked her slow and deep, hard
and fast, pausing now and then to rotate my hips and stretch her anal passage a
little wider as time went on. She couldn't seem to get enough of my cock.
Finally she suggested we change position. Now we went into reverse cowgirl, with
Candy riding my dick with skill and enthusiasm, using her tight asshole and
ball-bearing mounted hips to control my cock's depth of penetration and the
speed in which it slammed into her bunghole.
As for me I just laid back and let her do all the driving, saving my
energy for when matters got more serious. I didn't know about her, but I was
still a ways from shooting my wad into that tight tunnel of fun. Candy started
shouting orders to her daughter to get busy and do somethig nice to her clit.
Once the little moppet began making mommy's little man come to attention with
her flickering tongue, her asshole got even tighter. It felt as if my dick was
in a vise, that is how tight she had gotten from her daughter's dancing tongue.
Now it was my turn to worry about shooting off too quickly. I made a
major effort of the will to refrain from giving into the unrelenting pressure
her butthole was putting on my twitching cock. I tried to break the spell by
whacking her butt with my open hands as her fabulous ass danced up and down on
my groin. I began to think good thoughts, then switched over to dead puppies as
a means of preventing blast-off from occurring before she was ready to go
herself. Vice finally triumphed over virtue and Candy blasted off in a shower of
pussy juice that flooded Sugar's face. She rode me like a woman possessed and I
hung on for dear life, detonating what must been the equivalent of a small
tactical nuke inside her asshole, as I joined the flight to that place that no
one could ever adequately describe once the visit was over.
As soon as I recovered my senses, I set about disengaging my cock from
Candy's suctioning asshole. That was a truly amazing creation and I suspected
that its grip had somehow been artificially enhanced by the surgeon's knife, a
procedure that certainly did not sound appetizing to dwelll on at length. It was
a truly amazing time to be alive when one considered such things as moppets that
weren't moppets and perfect bodies that came from the operating theater rather
than the womb.
Sugar broke my pensive mood in a big hurry, reverting to the little girl
she seemed to be, and begging for another ride on the baloney pony. I was sorely
tempted, but despite my best efforts to think impure thoughts, my body refused
to respond to those depraved visions I generated in my head. It was obvious that
I needed some time to recuperate, for I'd been doing a lot of fucking since we
arrived here. I needed a diversion, and Candy provided the perfect excuse for us
to pack up and get out of our luxurious suite for a spell. "Let's visit your
sister and see how's she's doing." Sugar's face lit up at the suggestion and so
after gettting decent, or what passed for decent here, we trooped over to where
Honey was "entertaining".
We walked over to a smaller building located behind the main structure
of this complex and climbed up a flight of stairs to reach the suite where Honey
was entertaining friends, acquaintances and visiting dignitaries representing
this bizarre subculture. We were readily admitted and at first all I could see
was this big white ass belonging to a rather overweight guy who was obviously
introducing himself in a most intimate way to the lithe and lovely Honey. We
stood around making small talk while he finished up his business inside the girl
and finally dismounted, giving me my first real look at this bonsai moppet.
Honey was a knockout! She was utterly gorgeous! I was immediately
tempted to kidnap her and take her home with me, leaving Miranda and Dina to
fend for themselves. This little lovely was worth the risk, of that I was sure.
Then I snapped out of it and got my bearings. Honey was blonde like her mother
and just beginning to hint that she was on the verge of developing those curves
that separated girls from women. I was truly enchanted at the prospect of being
around when this transformation occurred. Her body was as sleek and smooth as a
baby seal, almost completely covered with a soft downy fuzz that caught the
light shining on her naked form. It was obvious to my trained eye that she was
either undergoing bikini waxings or perhaps electrolysis to prevent anything
from growing on her pubic mound.
Just beginning to poke out from her chest were these two puffy nubbins
that would soon become a set of the most suckable nipples any man, or woman for
that matter, had ever seen or enjoyed. Not far behind those sentinels of her
impending maturity lurked some minor swellings that would in time, despite
whatever drugs they were feeding or shooting into her body, turn into a lovely
pair of breasts. I felt sad that I would be cheated of the opportunity to be
around when she developed into a demi-woman. It was hard not to wax poetic at
the sight of this devilish angel who was spread out before me, her well fucked
cunt glistening from the excess sperm that had been pumped into her coin slot of
a cunt. I almost had to look away because of the fantastic temptation to jump on
her bones that was taking me over.
Once again Sugar broke the mood. This kid was a lifesaver and I planned
to give her a pony ride that she would never forget to express my appreciation
for her efforts to save me from myself. "How many loads do you have in your
cunt?" Sugar asked her sister with a big grin on her childish face. "Four, no
five counting that last one. He sure was heavy, I thought he was going to squash
me." the girl replied. Then Candy suggested that Sugar get busy and see how much
of that stuff filling her daughter's cunt Sugar could suck out. Now we had to
wait for a camera people to arrive to film the activity. This gave me time to
get my bearings. That little kid had really turned my head around in the brief
moments I'd had to look at her.
It was then that it finally sank into me that little Honey was tied down
to the bed. I had been so captured by her beauty and my own private sex
fantasies involving us, that I had totally overlooked the fact that her wrists
were pulled up over her head and roped tightly to the bed's headboard, while her
legs currently were spread wide and anchored by her ankles to posts located at
the bottom of the large bed she occupied. Beneath her crotch was a large and
growing stain from the stuff oozing steadily from between those thin cunt lips
that looked as if they would not even be able to let a dime pass through them.
Then I noticed the faint marks criss-crossing her cunt and thighs. The
light from the window had been such as to conceal the stripes covering her chest
and stomach as well. Now it sank into me, little Honey had been given a good
going over with what looked like a strap. I was not able to judge just how long
ago this had happened, but my guess was that she'd been beaten sometime today. I
was definitely not in Kansas anymore, that was for sure.
They set up and filmed Sugar sucking her sister's cunt with plenty of
energy and enthusiasm, slurping on that thin lipped pussy and smacking her lips
as she drained Honey's swamp of a cunt of nearly all the goo that had been
pumped into that pink gash over the past couple of hours. I don't know about
anyone else, but I was getting turned on by the sight of these two moppets going
at it. Once it appeared that this abyss for cum did have a bottom after all, the
video folk suggested that it might be a smart idea to refresh the marks on
little Honey's naked body. Candy gave her blessing once Honey eagerly urged them
to do her good this time, and really make it hurt.
There was a brief discussion about whether or not to gag the child.
Honey made such a fuss about being gagged, that they decided to just wing it and
see what happened. Candy even suggested that perhaps it might be fun to let me
force my cock down the little girl's throat to silence her as she was being
whipped. I think I might have done it had there been no camera to record things.
Candy was kind of disappointed that I wouldn't join the fun, but she let me
have my way.
She sidled up to me as they began to set up the lighting and get the
services of the designated whipper. "A lot of Honey's new friends really get an
extra kick out of fucking my little strumpet because of those welts; it really
turns them on to imagine all sorts of reasons why she's been marked up. You blew
a great opportunity, one you may never get again as long as you live." I sighed
when Candy made me look like seven different kinds of fool, but that was that.
This place was beginning to give me the creeps.
Finally everything was in place for the whipping. The guy doing the deed
was going to be off camera, but his belt would be shown decorating little
Honey's bare body from crotch to chest and back again and again and again,
depending on how much the little blonde fuck goddess-to-be could take. He
started laying it on hot and heavy, whipping those little nubbins until they
looked like two angry red mushrooms growing from her chest. Honey immediately
launched into her little chant as the guy whaled away on that flat chest. "Give
it to me, I'm a slut, a little whore, a home wrecker, I'm bad, very bad, whip me
hard, make me pay." As the old saying goes, "out of the mouths of babes". Only
in this case the babe sounded like a cross between a two dollar whore and a full
blown masochist. It was freaky in the extreme!
To occupy the time and prevent myself from doing something stupid like
jumping Honey's bones while the guy whipped the skin off her chest, I counted
the strokes he gave her. I guess he was counting too, since as soon as he
reached twenty-five, he started making that leather dance down towards her
belly. Then he tried to see just how hard he could hit that little tyke's belly.
The sounds that strap made digging into her belly flesh almost drown out her
chanting. She had switched to another variation that featured the words "cum
bucket, fuck hole and make me bleed"
Promptly after the twenty-fifth stroke, he revisited her chest. I was
kind of disappointed, since I had expected him to go lower and start kissing
that gash with the leather. I know that's where I would have gone if I was in
contol of that strap. Instead he gave her another set of welts that added even
more color to her little chest and its twin rosebuds that by now where
approaching lilac in coloration. His second pass across her belly started to get
to her. Honey's voice was beginning to show signs of cracking as he continued to
add another layer of harsh welts to that smooth stomach.
I glanced over towards Candy and Sugar. They were so focused on what was
taking place on those cum-stained sheets that it would have taken a bullhorn to
get their attention. Little Sugar had gotten half her hand up that little twat I
was planning on stretching once this little episode became history. Candy was
chewing on her bee-stung lips, the very ones that had been wrapped around my
joint barely an hour ago. The guy working on Honey called for a break to rest
his arm. The lights went off and we all tried to get a grip on ourselves before
the big finish.
While we all caught our collective breath, Sugar went over to her sister
and began french kissing her. Honey responded enthusiastically and the two of
them swapped tongues and spit until the lights came on and the guy decorating
Honey took up his position for the next part of her beating. Once again he faked
me out of my jock. He landed the mother of all shots to that thin crack of a
cunt and the sound made me jump. He wasted no time following up on that intial
blow. The strap seemed to take on a life of its own, dancing up and down that
rapidly coloring gash, leaving behind a trail of bright red swelling welts. His
assault had surprised Honey as well; she was no longer chanting and begging for
punishment, she was yelping now as he laid the leather to her twat mercilessly.I
lost count, but it didn't matter. He just kept whipping that gash until it was
one big swollen lump. Honey was reduced to little grunts now, her energy sapped
by the viciousness of the beating.
He retraced his path, moving the leather up to her belly for a little
touchup before returning to those welted nubbins that had grown to the size of
pigeon eggs. He went back to his rhythm and delivered exactly twenty-five of the
best, making sure that he flattened her nips with at least half of the strokes.
Now it got weird, very weird, extremely weird. Honey came out of her shell and
began screaming at him. "Is that the best you can do? I can hardly feel that,
what's the matter with you? You can't hurt me, I'm too strong for you. My pussy
is stronger than your little dick. What you do think of that, you worm!" If she
was looking to get him pissed off so he'd give it to her even harder, she
succeeded, big time!
The people taping the action were going out of their minds; this was not
in the script by any means. They were shaking their heads but weren't missing a
thing. One had even focused on the guy's face which was now contorted with rage
from the barrage of insults. I looked towards Candy for some kind of hint as to
what was expected of me. She acted like nothing was wrong, it was just another
brutal beating that her preteen daughter was absorbing. It was just what the
folks who would be fucking her brains out for the rest of the day would need to
get their rocks off. Nothing like a little bleeding flesh to get the old juices
flowing as you try to plumb the depths of that immature cunt, your hard dick
touching bottom on every stroke.
He must have given that cunt fifty strokes if he gave it one. Honey was
real quiet towards the end; I could barely hear any sound coming from her
despite the vicious hits that tender twat was absorbing. He hit it overhand, he
blasted it sidearm. The welts seemed to blend into one solid mass of swollen
flesh. I wondered how anyone could get a cock past that mess that had been
created between the tyke's thighs. I never did witness what took place once they
let Honey meet some new friends, but for some reason that didn't bother me one
bit. I'd seen way more than I ever wanted to see when it came to a child being
harmed. I was only too happy to get out of this place and return with Candy and
her daughter who seemed not to have been seriously affected by what had just
taken place. In fact the little kid made sure that I understood that she was
going to be the first one I fucked once we got back to their suite. I wondered
how old this one really was, and made a mental note to make sure and hit the
board displaying their pictures and copies of their birth certificates properly
notarized.
( To be continued)
