Howard came out of the bathroom, a towel over his head. He noticed the looks Sandra had on her as she watched him from the bed.
“She’s still not over it yet?” Annoyance in his voice.
Sandra shook her head. The soft golden curls fluffed in the air.
“How long has it been? Two days?” He threw the wet towel into the laundry bag by the door. “It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything.”
“Don’t let her hear you say that.” Sandra warned. “Being rejected is a big deal.”
“Please.” He snorted. “Life is full of rejection.”
“She’s still young.” Sandra shrugged as she began to unbutton the white cotton blouse she’s wearing.
Howard went to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waists. His face nuzzled against the nape of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent clinging on his wife’s skin.
“Lizzie’s not that young.” Howard argued. Lizzie was his teenage daughter. She’s been troubled by a rejection from a guy and hadn’t been quite herself.
“Would you go talk to her?”
“Do I have to?” he sulked.
“Please. She needs her father to tell her that everything is going to be okay.”
“Everything is going to be okay regardless of whether I talk to her or not. It’s just a rejection.”
Sandra turned around, her arms folded across her bra-clad bosoms, and there’s a scowl on her face.
“Okay. Okay. You don’t have to get angry.” Howard conceded, retreating away from his wife.
He walked over to his daughter’s room. The door was closed and locked. Ever since she started puberty, the ‘no locked door’ rule sort of morphed into a guideline, and then it disappeared altogether. His daughter needed the privacy a young woman should have and Howard wasn’t going to deny that from her.
“Lizzie. It’s me. Can I come in?” He announced himself.
There was no response from his daughter. He thought his daughter didn’t hear him and almost knocked again when the door unlocked. Howard opened the door and walked into his daughter’s room. His daughter had already gone to her bed.
He took the chair from her work desk and sat down. He didn’t miss the heavily doodled photo of a young boy on her iPad. He recognized some words among the graffiti mess, and they weren’t words of flattery, that’s for sure.
He looked at the young girl laying on her stomach, her face planted into her pillow, her arms wrapped around the soft cotton body as though she had gathered a pool of sand in which to hide herself.
Howard sighed. How could he sort this out, he thought to himself? Boy trouble. His daughter was already facing boy trouble. The last time Howard felt so helpless for his daughter was when she had her period, and his wife was still at work.
“Lizzie, you know you can talk to your mother and I about it.” Howard remarked what had been said at least ten times for the past two days. He patted his daughter on her back.
Two days had passed since Tommy, her crush, declined her offer to be her prom date. It was quite the gall for a girl to ask. And just as embarrassing to get rejected. If his wife hadn’t been asking around, they wouldn’t have known why that cheerful girl turned morose all the sudden. His wife almost chalked it up to her having her PMS.
“Go away!” his daughter’s muffled voice filtered through the pillow.
“Tommy isn’t that good anyways.”
“You don’t know that.” She argued dejectedly.
Howard never met Tommy. Neither did he want to. He didn’t need to see Tommy to know the boy isn’t good for his daughter. In fact, no boy could ever be good for his sweet little princess.
“He is not worth your time, sweetie.” Howard tried again. No response this time. “What’s so perfect about him anyways?”
“He’s handsome. He’s popular. He’s the captain of the football team.”
Howard rolled his eyes at his daughter’s taste in men. How naïve her taste was?
Besides, Lizzie clearly had the looks to get herself the finest boyfriend she could ever want. Oval face with big blue eyes, chiselled nose to match the perfect pair of cherubic cheeks, and the most succulent lips a man could ever need, not too tall nor too short for her age, dirty blond hair like her mother’s; what there is to not like? She wasn’t lacking in the curve-department too. Barely halfway into her puberty, she’s already amassing a sizeable C cup breasts and a firm piece of butt rounder than a beach ball.
As if the high praises for his daughter’s looks from the relatives coming over for thanksgiving and Christmas were enough to clue Howard in, he had seen men and boys checking out his daughter out too. Her fondness for crop top and short shorts definitely didn’t leave much for the imaginations. Howard had lost count of the number of times he had wanted to gouge someone’s eyes out for ogling his angel.
“Look, guys like that aren’t good boyfriend material.” Howard said.
“You don’t know that!” his daughter finally looked up. Her big blue eyes were still puffy from the tears she had shed.
“Oh, honey. Look around you. How many of your friends’ parents are footballer?”
Lizzie scrunched her brows. Gears turning in her head. Howard couldn’t help but to smile at the adorable look on his daughter’s face.
“Not many, I reckon.” He continued. “Besides, you’re gorgeous. It’s Tommy’s loss for not taking up on your offer.”
His daughter glared at him for a whole second. Then, like a disturbed ostrich, she ploughed her face into the pillow once more. Howard let out a defeated sigh.
“Go away.” She mewled softly. Imploringly.
“Okay.” Howard conceded. “Try not to think about it too much. You have school tomorrow and it’s already ten. Goodnight.”
She didn’t respond. A clear sign that he had failed, again, just like his wife. He retreated to his room where his wife was waiting in bed. She had already dressed down to her negligee, her plump bosom and her dark nipples hardly covered by the thin fabric.
“I take that it didn’t go well.” His wife remarked.
“She’s still all hung up about it.” Howard shook his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head and yanking his pants down to the floor. Then, he slid into the bed. “Give her space. She’ll come around.”
“Yeah. But it’s been two days now. I thought she’d be over it by now.”
“Hey, you didn’t get over Oliver for at least a month after he rejected your invitation.” He reminded. Sandra rolled her eyes.
“Fine. You don’t have to dig up old wounds, you know.” She clicked her tongue.
“Who is this Tommy guy anyways.” He asked.
“He’s a senior. Quite the looker.” His wife teased; she’s already searching through Facebook. “I can see why Lizzie has such a big crush on him.”
“Ah, you’re right.” Howard agreed when he saw the boy’s face. Square jaw, cropped hair, an athletic tan, completely ripped with muscles, he’s the kind of guy that one would find in a gym poster. “Have the hots for him, haven’t you?” Howard slipped his finger in between his wife’s thighs to reach for her pussy.
“Don’t!” his wife warned. “I have an important meeting tomorrow. I need to sleep early.” She explained.
“Come on. Lizzie is old enough. I think she is more than ready for a little brother or sister.” Howard teased, not willing to give up so soon.
“I’m serious, Howard.” His wife pushed his hand away. “I really need my sleep. I have to video call this Japanese client at 10 am tomorrow.”
“You’re no fun.” Howard grumbled, turning away from his reluctant wife.
“I promise, we can have fun after this meeting.” She added apologetically.
Howard conceded and the two of them resigned to a good night’s rest. The nightlamps were turned off and they tucked themselves snuggly under the thick comforter.
Suddenly, a sharp shriek tore through the silence of the room. Howard snapped into attention. He was already out of the bed reaching for his handgun in the nightstand.
“That’s Lizzie.” His wife remarked what he already knew.
Howard looked at the time at the nightstand. It was two in the morning. He only had but four hours of sleep. But the exhaustion of the previous day was already gone. His mind was as clear as the gunsight he was aiming down on. He clicked the safety off and opened the door.
“Hide under the bed. If I’m not back in two minutes, call the cops.” He told his wife and his wife obeyed.
The hallway was dead silent. His eyes had long adjusted to darkness and the lack of a light didn’t bother him much. He sneaked up on Lizzie’s bedroom. Her door was ajar – something was clearly wrong. Lizzie never slept with her door open anymore.
He pushed into Lizzie’s room and to his surprised, he found Lizzie on the floor. He rushed in and dropped to his knees beside his daughter. Her eyes were closed, and she’s unconscious.
Howard looked around the room. Whoever harmed Lizzie could probably be still there. His eyes soon fell at Lizzie’s small walk-in closet. A place that someone could surely hide inside.
“We called the cops. I’m armed. If you don’t want to be riddled with bullets, I suggest you come out with your hands in the air.” He warned, gun training at the closet doors.
Another shriek tore through the silent night. This time, it was his wife. Sickened by the turn of events, the agitated Howard rushed for the master bedroom. That’s when he saw two sharp prongs reaching out to his neck. Before he could react, a bright spark erupted between the prongs and the last thing he remembered was the sizzling sound that echoed in his head.
Howard came to what he gradually realized to be the basement of his house. It’s been a long time since he was down here and unless he had to fix something in the house, he hardly ever went down there. Besides, he’d never woken up in it before so the feeling of seeing the bare-brick walls the moment he opened his eyes were surreal.
He quickly learned that he was tied to a familiar dining chair. It was the previous dining chair that didn’t quite match the new table his wife had gotten, and he had put them in the basement for the next yard sale. He groaned at the ache pulsing in his neck. He blinked a few times, trying to get his thoughts together.
He recalled the shriek of both his wife and his daughter, and for a moment he tensed. When he looked around, he was relieved to see the two most important persons in his life were right beside him, tied to the rest of the dining chairs. They were unconscious. Their head slumped forward and the only thing that was keeping them from falling over was the roll of duct tapes wrapped around their body and the backrest.
Some finger sucking noise caught his attention. On top of a broken washing machine underneath the staircase was a woman. She had a head of childish pink hair cut to her shoulder. Her face seemed to indicate that she’s in her early thirties, if not late twenties. She was probably mixed race, judging by the hint of East Asian appearance. Perhaps Japanese?
In her hand was one of the many plastic containers Howard used to keep leftover meals. Howard could tell that the woman was eating yesterday’s mashed potatoes. He had made too much of it because he didn’t want to leave one lonely potato behind.
The woman was dressed in a bright orange fatigue. On the fatigue wrote in big bold words “Baskinshire Correction Center”. As if that wasn’t bad already, on top of the washing machine beside her butt was his handgun. Howard swallowed, already thinking of a way to get his family and him out of this predicament.
“Uhm…” Howard began.
The woman looked up. Her green eyes lit up. “You’re finally awake!” she remarked giddily. “I was so worried. I kind of pulled the trigger a second longer because you’re quite large. I didn’t think the taser would knock you out just as easily as those two over there.”
“May I ask why you knock us out?”
The woman’s eyes widened as if Howard had asked question she’d been dying to answer. She cocked her head and grinned. Then, she pulled on her orange fatigue. “See this? Well, I sort of ran away from a prison. I need a place to hide from the cops. I noticed the kitchen window was opened, so…”
Howard had to commend the woman’s honesty. Still, there’s a reason why she was in prison. Howard just hoped it hadn’t had anything to do with murder.
“How long do you plan to stay?” Howard asked as calmly as he could.
“Who knows?” the woman shrugged. “Maybe forever.”
Howard sucked in a sharp breath. Forever would not be acceptable. Forever meant the woman would never let him and his family out of the basement.
“You do see the problem with that, right?” Howard tried to talk some sense into the woman. “We have family and friends who visit us on a weekly basis. They will come, and they will eventually know we are tied up down here. It won’t do you any good.”
“You do have a point.” The woman hummed. “Oh well, I guess I will just have to enjoy myself while I still have the time.” She leapt off from the washing machine and darted up the stairs.
Howard took that opportunity to wake up his wife and his daughter. It wasn’t too difficult of a task. A loud shout and a kick at their chair did the trick. The two females went from groggy to batshit insane. Before Howard knew it, those two were shrieking like mad.
“Quiet! Stay calm!” Howard said sternly and his loud voice stopped his wife and his daughter. “Look, the person who tied us down here is an escaped prisoner. Don’t do anything that will agitate her, got it?”
Sandra and Lizzie nodded. Their lips formed a tight seal.
The woman came down once more. Her footsteps against the creaking steps were obvious. Howard silently told his wife and daughter to stay calm.
The woman walked into the basement with a can of beer in her hand. “Heineken sucks. You should go for Budweiser instead.” She quickly noticed his wife and daughter. “Oh, they are awake too. Great. Wouldn’t want to get those two into a coma.” She chuckled to herself.
“What do you want from us?” his wife asked. Her voice trembling.
“Oh relax. I’m not going to hurt you or anything.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I just want to get some freedom before they take be back into that hellhole.”
Howard turned to his wife and shook his head. His wife nodded almost imperceptibly. It was clear – only Howard needed to do the talking.
First thing to do in a hostage situation – get the perpetrator emotionally attached to you. It was one of those many useless information that Howard read on the internet but there’s no harm in trying now.
“What’s your name?” Howard asked.
“I’m Patricia. What about you?”
“I’m Howard. This is Sandra, my wife and Lizzie, my daughter.”
“Nice to meet you, Howard, Sandra, Lizzie.”
“You look like a decent. How about this?” Howard began. He had thought of an offer an escaped prisoner would never decline. “I will give you some cash, enough for you to go to Mexico. I will give you my car. Once you’re out, we are even. How about that?”
“I couldn’t drive.” The woman said nonchalantly before taking a swig from the beer can.
“Okay, what if I drive you to the border.”
“Your wife and daughter?”
“They will stay here. Locked. Unable to contact the outside world. That way, you will never have to worry about them calling the cops.”
“Please, here to Mexico is at least two days. That’s just one trip. By the time you came back, they’d be dead.”
“We will put some supplies in here.” Howard said thoughtfully.
The woman thought for a moment. Then, she shook her head. “Nah, too many moving parts. Murphy’s law and shit.” She took another swig. “Besides, I ain’t no fan of guacamole anyways.”
Howard swallowed hard. This negotiating thing was much more difficult than he had anticipated. “Okay, what do you want then?”
“It wouldn’t be too much to ask for a fully fuelled jet and a million dollar in unmarked denominations, would it?” the woman waggled her brows. Howard’s jaw dropped and the woman laughed. “Sorry, I was just joking. Been watching too much prison escaping movies.”
Howard made a mental note to lodge a complaint to the nearby corrections facility to never allow prisoners to watch movies about prisoners escaping from prison.
“You can’t expect to keep us in here forever. People will eventually find out. You will eventually be caught.” Howard remarked the obvious.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She sighed and finished the last bit of beer in the can. She crushed the can and tossed it to the wall furthest from her. The metal can slammed against the wall and dropped to the floor. “If I’m going to be caught anyways, I best make full use of the time I still have to do the things I like.”
To Howard’s surprised, the woman pulled her top off, revealing a plump C-cup breasts and a pair of pink nipples. Not to mention a large tattoo of a bird wrapping its wings around her torso. It was a phoenix.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Howard heard his wife. At the same time, Lizzie looked away, letting out an uncomfortable yelp.
The woman dropped the top onto the floor. A sly grin curled on her face as she hauled the two fleshy lumps with her hands.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” she asked rhetorically. Howard found himself staring at the woman’s tits for way too long than he would want to in front of his wife.
“Howard!” he heard his wife’s angry voice.
“Please, put your clothes back on!” Howard turned away, reluctantly.
The woman went to Howard’s back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face neared his. Her warmth breath caressed his neck.
“Don’t you dare!” Sandra warned sternly.
“Oh, Sandra. Don’t be such a wuss. There isn’t any guy in the prison. It’s been years since my pussy has seen any action.” Patricia cooed sultrily into Howard’s ear.
Howard found his cock slowly rising to Patricia’s flirtation, despite his effort to not do so. His briefs turned into a tent. Patricia clearly noticed his bodily reaction and gave his engorging member a light stroke. “Emm…he’s getting hard.”
“You bitch. You better not touch my husband!” Sandra shrieked wildly. She struggled hard against the restraints.
“Let’s see what your hubby packs between his legs.” Patricia peeled away the elastic band. Howard’s hard cock leapt out of its confine.
“Oh.” Patricia gasped. “That’s got to be about eight inches. What a naughty man you are! Getting hard at another woman in front of your wife.”
Howard croaked. “Stop this!”
“Ohhh, are you sure you want me to stop?” Patricia licked Howard’s neck. Her fingers wrapped around Howard’s engorged member. Then, she lightly stroke him. Her clenched fist moved up and down at a gentle tempo.
Howard shivered at the sickening sensation he was forced to feel. He turned to his wife and saw the woman of his life was already in tears. Her face was red with anger and contorted with disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Sandra!” he managed to say.
“I will fucking kill you, bitch!” Sandra hissed angrily at Patricia.
Patricia let out a dramatic groan. She let go of Howard, went away to somewhere that Howard couldn’t see, and came back with a roll of duct tape. She wound the duct tape over Sandra’s mouth several times, nicked the tape with her teeth, and cut the tape.
Patricia turned to Lizzie. “What about you? Will you keep your mouth shut or do I need to do it for you too?”
Lizzie kept her mouth shut and that satisfied Patricia. Patricia tossed the roll of duct tape onto the washing machine. When she turned back to Howard, she had a playful smile on her face.
“It’s been a while since I have done a strip-tease.” She goaded.
Howard looked away the moment Patricia slipped her fingers into the waistband of her orange pants. He had vouched loyalty to his wife during the marriage vows. He was not going to break it now.
Patricia clicked her tongue in frustration. “You guys really do make things difficult for me.” She grabbed the handgun from the washing machine, cocked it once, a bullet leapt out from the chamber and another from the magazine went in. She pressed the tip of the gun against Lizzie’s head.
“Stop! What are you doing?” Howard howled. Lizzie wailed helplessly as the barrel of the gun ate into her temple. Sandra’s muffled screams could be heard through her gag.
“Look, I ain’t got time for fun and games. Things are going to happen my way, or I will be going back to prison with three murder charges on my record.” Patricia growled viciously, baring her teeth.
“Alright, alright. I will play with you. Just don’t harm my daughter.” Howard finally panicked. His engorged cock had long receded back into the form of a limped piece of flabby flesh.
“If you look away from me again, I will put a bullet through Lizzie’s pretty face.” Patricia warned.
Howard turned from a feral Patricia to his terrified daughter and then to his horrified wife. When he met his wife’s eyes, his wife nodded. That was all he needed – a permission from his wife. Whatever happened from now was not an act of betrayal to their marital vows but a necessary act to keep everyone safe.
“Okay. I will do what you want. Can you stop pointing your gun at my daughter?”
“Good.” Patricia smirked. “Glad I have everyone onboard.” She sauntered back to the washing machine and placed the handgun on it. She made sure to sway her hips lustily as she did, turning around twice to check if Howard had looked away. Indeed, Howard was true to his word. He kept his eyes on the woman. But he’d be damned if he would be sexually seduced.
“I see you are determined to not get aroused.” Patricia noted. “Now that’s a challenge I love taking on.”
Still had her back facing him, Patricia slipped her slender fingers around her narrow waists. With what seemed like a practiced movement, she pushed her pants down, revealing a bubbly ass unmarred by cellulite. A wide gap situated between her closed thighs, wide enough that Howard could see her pussy from his vantage point. Howard bit down on his lips. His loins were already stirring.
The flabby flesh rose to a fledging stump, and then continued its hasty growth into an eight-inch meat pole.
A victorious smile formed on the woman’s face, much to Howard’s frustration. He didn’t dare to look at his wife. He knew he couldn’t bear the pain in his wife’s eyes for how quickly he got turned on by this prisoner.
Patricia turned around, revealing the front of her naked body in its full glory. Howard swallowed nervously. While he tried not to check the naked woman out, his biological desires quickly won over his rationale. His eyes went from the woman’s face, which was rather beautiful considering her lack of makeup, to her firm tits big enough to feed a quintuplet, to her flat stomach, to her wide hips, and down to her hairless pussy.
She strutted towards him, allowing him to drink in her nakedness. His hard cock was obvious for all to see. She knelt down in front of him, and her hand went for his twitching cock. Cusping that erected meat with her butter smooth fingers, she lowered until her pillow lips kissed the crown of his cock.
Up and down. Up and down. His cock went smoothly into her wet hot mouth. Howard let out groan much to his despair. The woman obviously had had her fair share of blowjobs. In fact, Howard could hardly feel the woman’s teeth as she bobbed her head up and down. Something that his wife never quite managed to achieve.
He stole a glance at his wife. Just as he had expected, his wife had turned away from the obscene spectacle. What he didn’t expect was his daughter looking at the woman sucking his cock like how she would look at make-up tutorials. He wanted to tell Lizzie to look away, but decidedly not as he didn’t dare to ire the wrath of the woman.
The blowjob ended with a loud pop as the woman yanked his cock out of her puckered lips. The woman gave a long and affectionate lap from the base of his cock and up to the very tip. Smacking her lips like she had just had the best summer snack, Patricia stood up.
“It’s been ages since I sucked a cock this big.” She cooed seductively at Howard.
She lifted her leg and climbed up to Howard until she’s straddling him. Using her hand, she guided his wet cock to her spread pussy. Once she had the crowd of his hard cock where she wanted it to be, she lowered herself down.
Howard couldn’t help but to let out a moan. Sparks flew everywhere as the woman’s hot cunt enveloped the first three inches of his cock.
“Oh, Sandra. Your hubby’s cock sure is big.” Patricia teased. “Let’s see if I can get him all the way inside me.” She moaned.
The woman lifted herself up. Then, she pushed herself down. She did that three times. Three times were all she needed to get him balls’ deep inside her. The first time had three inches inside her. The second time pushed another two more inches. The third time was the charm as Howard’s entire eight-inch cock slipped all the way into Patricia’s wet cunt.
Howard couldn’t believe how good it felt to have all his cock inside a woman’s pussy. With his wife, he had only managed to get the first five inches into her. Sandra would protest if Howard pushed any deeper and five inches were all he could ever get.
Howard always imagined what it was like to have his cock buried to the hilt into a woman. He had imagine his wife’s miraculously deepened or that he would have the option of fucking her asshole. Never in his fourteen years of marriage would he imagine the one thing he wanted most in sex would be given to him by another woman.
Patricia rode like a lively mare too! She wasn’t like Sandra, who almost never rode him, and at those rare occasions that she did, she would only last for but a minute. Not long enough to get Howard off. But Patricia was different. She rode like her life depended on it. Like she couldn’t get enough of his cock.
Within minutes, Howard could feel the familiar pressure building up at the base of his cock. Despite his attempt to stop its rise, Patricia’s hot cunt simply wouldn’t relent. The tight grip of her pussy around his meat-shaft was too pleasurable to be denied. He knew it was a losing battle the moment his cock went inside her.
“Come for me, Howard. Come inside my pussy.” Patricia moaned. She hastened her hips, moving up and down at a sickening rate.
“Oh my god! I’m cumming. I’m really cumming.” Howard warned. He had figured Patricia might not want to get knocked up. He didn’t want to father a child with another woman too. It seemed appropriate to give her a fair warning.
Much to Howard’s dismay, Patricia did not remove herself from him. The moment his cum surged through his cock, Patricia slammed her pussy as hard and as deep as she could. His cock couldn’t hold the cum even if he wanted to and without much of a choice, his seeds poured into the woman’s womb.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Patricia panted.
“What the fuck…” Howard gasped. “What the hell is wrong with…” he didn’t finish his sentence. Patricia had pulled his face to hers. Their lips collided and their tongue danced in the post-coital warmth.
Howard moved himself away from the woman for a second too long and found himself guilt-ridden that he had enjoyed the kiss as much as Patricia.
“Oh Howard.” Patricia grabbed Howard by his face. “You better kiss me like you kiss your wife or say goodbye to sweet little Lizzie.”
Resigned to his fate, Howard closed his eyes and allowed the woman kissed him once more. He didn’t move away this time. He mauled her lips like he would to his wife at the heat of sex. He tongued her mouth like it was filled with honey. Delicious. More so than his wife’s.
Patricia pulled back with a bright smile on her perspiring face. Was she this beautiful before? Howard couldn’t tell. For all he knew, she’s dazzlingly gorgeous.
“Did you enjoy my pussy, Howard?” Patricia asked sultrily. “Did my pussy feel better than your wife’s?”
“Must I answer that?” Howard hissed, pissed off by the sick games Patricia was forcing him to play.
Patricia shook her head slowly. A contented smile on her face. “You don’t have to, Howard. The huge hot load your big fat cock just shot into my pussy has already answered that for you.”
Sandra was already staring daggers at Patricia. Howard could tell that his wife was beyond livid. He even caught his wife glancing at the gun on the washing machine a couple of times. If she had her way, she would definitely put a bullet into Patricia’s head.
“Right. What’s next?” Patricia asked, leaping away from Howard. She quickly clamped her thighs together as though she wanted to pee. “Don’t want those swimmers make a mess on the floor.” She winked at Howard.
Suddenly, she reached out to Lizzie. Howard quickly hissed a warning at the woman to not lay a finger on his daughter.
“Relax. I won’t hurt your little princess. In fact, I have a gift for her.” Patricia gave Howard a sly smile.
Without warning, Patricia toppled Lizzie over. Lizzie let out a yelp as the back of the chair slammed against the hard floor. Much to Howard’s relief, Patricia had cradled his daughter’s head to stop it from slamming to the floor as well.
“What are you up to now?” Howard hissed. There was no more playing the cooperative hostage routine with this bitch anymore.
“Howard, the next time you talk, I will shoot Lizzie.” Patricia warned. Howard heaved furiously. He was at a disadvantage, and he knew it. The only way the three of them could get out of this alive was to follow Patricia’s order.
“Sweet beautiful Lizzie. Daddy’s little princess.” Patricia cooed, running her sharp fingernails along Lizzie’s wet cheek. “Your daddy has just made a big mess inside my pussy. I’m sure a sweet girl like you wouldn’t mind helping your daddy to clean it up.”
Lizzie’s cluelessness to what Patricia implied made it all the more heartbroken to Howard. Her girly innocence, untainted by the carnal touch of sex, was as clear as the light hanging above Howard. The young girl didn’t even know what hit her until Patricia lowered her pussy down.
Lizzie’s shock was what Howard saw of his daughter before the freshly creamed pussy descended upon that innocent face.
“Ohh, baby girl. Don’t try to move away.” Patricia giggled. “Put your tongue inside and lap your daddy’s cum out. Do it, Lizzie. You better do it or else I’m killing your mommy…yes…yes…that’s it, lap it all up, swallow your daddy’s cum, lick my inside till it’s squeaky clean.” The vile woman moaned, rocking her hips slowly against his daughter’s face, straddling her head like a cowgirl would an untamed mare.
Howard watched in horror at the cruel spectacle in front of him. No only was Lizzie made to eat a woman’s pussy against her will, she had to taste the very seeds of her father’s arousal too. Howard wanted to tell his daughter to stop, to throw another threat at Patricia, or to negotiate for another way for her to leave them alone. But what good would it do? One cannot reason with a lion when one’s head is in its mouth!
“Oh, what’s this?” Patricia remarked with surprise.
Lizzie was wearing her usual oversized t-shirts. This one had a picture of some Korean boyband that was all the rave for today’s teenagers. She never liked to sleep with pants. She said it made her uncomfortable. Today was no different. When the chair was toppled, the hem of the t-shirt fell over her hips. Her undies, a pastel blue coloured one today, was clearly visible.
At it was on the gusset of that very same undie that a clear and obvious dark spot could be seen. The spot was about the size of a coin. If Lizzie had had her legs closed, it wouldn’t have shown. But being flipped on her back with her legs raised, it was simply more comfortable for the girl to let gravity win the fight over letting her legs spread open.
“Has this always been here?” Patricia giggled. She slipped her hand into Lizzie’s underwear. Lizzie squirmed against the intrusion. “Holy shit, your little princess is soaking wet.” Patricia held up her index finger and around it was a sheen of clear fluid.
Patricia removed herself from Lizzie. At the moment of her release, the young teen gasped for the much needed air. Her face was bright red and despite Howard’s careful observation, his daughter didn’t seem distressed by what had just happened. If anything, his daughter seemed…no! It couldn’t be. There’s no way that that would happen.
“Did you get wet because you ate your daddy’s cum from my pussy or because you watch me riding your daddy’s cock till kingdom come?” Patricia asked in genuine curiosity. Without a warning, she shoved her finger, the very same one that had been inside Lizzie’s pussy, into Howard’s mouth.
The unmistakable flavour of pussy juice burst inside Howard’s mouth. He had eaten his wife’s pussy enough to know how a wet pussy taste like. And it tasted pretty much similar to the juices on the finger albeit slightly watery and less musky, and…sweeter!
“Your little princess licked me clean!” Patricia announced as she checked her pussy. She bent over with her ass pointing at Howard and had her ass cheeks spread wide. Her pink pussy, just as she had claimed, was devoid of any trace of his orgasmic release.
“Let’s put the hypothesis to the test!” Patricia announced gleefully. She took the gun from the washing machine. Then, from somewhere out of sight, she grabbed a paper cutter. “I think little Lizzie over here has the hots for her daddy.”
With a sickening rip, Patricia ran the sharp blade across the duct tape holding Lizzie. Pointing the gun at Lizzie while keeping a respectable distance from her, Patricia ordered the young teen to stand up.
Lizzie did as told. While the fear was still clear in her face, something in her eyes made Howard think that she actually enjoyed this ordeal.
“Strip, little princess. Let your daddy see what he has created with his big fat cock.” Patricia barked.
Lizzie turned to Howard, her eyes pleading for help. Howard simply nodded. She didn’t have a choice and Howard needed her to know that it was okay for her to do what Patricia told her to do. Howard turned to his wife just as Lizzie did so. Sandra had tears in her eyes. While Howard expected his wife to give a nod of approval, he didn’t expect her to give it so quickly. Perhaps the fear for her daughter’s life outweighed the witnessing of what was to be the most blatant display of incestuous corruption.
“Howard, look away from Lizzie and your wife dies. Go it.” Patricia warned, pointing the gun at Sandra.
Howard sighed dejectedly. He was getting tired of her threat. Still, he obeyed. He turned to Lizzie just as the girl lifted her t-shirt over her head, granting Howard the sight to the pair of firmest tits Howard had seen. Those tits were barely lemon-sized, but Howard could tell just how well they would bounce when slapped.
Lizzie shielded her breast as she tossed the t-shirt onto the floor. She turned to an expectant Patricia whom motioned for her to go on. She continued and pushed her tiny baby blue panties over her round hips and down the length of her lithe legs.
Howard knew his daughter had started puberty. Hell, the girl even had period regularly for god knows how long. But seeing a hairless pussy was not what Howard had expected.
“You shave?” Howard couldn’t help but to ask.
Lizzie grew bright red once more, trying her best to shield herself with her hands.
“Why?” Howard frowned.
“I…I was planning to…to…uhm…” Lizzie struggled to say what Howard instantly suspected.
“You were planning to have sex with Tommy after the prom.” Howard said the very words stuck in Lizzie’s throat. “That’s why you were so disappointed when he declined your offer.”
Lizzie’s face couldn’t have contorted more than ever. The clearly distressed girl was at the verge of an embarrassment explosion.
“Really? Some dude declined your offer to sleep with him?” Patrician chimed in. “What the fuck is wrong with him?”
Lizzie’s shock at Patricia’s response was written all over her face.
“I mean, look at you!” Patricia gestured up and down Lizzie’s body with the gun. “you’re a total hottie. You have a nice figure. A cute butt. A killer face as gorgeous as a Hollywood actress.”
“Really?” Lizzie’s eyes lit up, the threat of death was but temporarily forgotten.
“Yeah, honey. You’re going to have guys line up wanting to date you. And I’m going to let you in on something, that Thompson guy or whatever the fuck his name was, he’s probably gay. Yeah, like I say, if he’s straight, he would want that ass of yours.”
Lizzie gasped, clutching her mouth in surprised. “Ohhh, so that’s why he’s always with Chad.”
“Probably his boyfriend.” Patricia winked. “If he’s straight, he would be just like your daddy over there. Rock solid!”
Lizzie turned to Howard’s crotch. Howard did the same. True to Patricia’s word, Howard’s cock was a towering meaty menace. When he looked up, he was a bit taken aback that his daughter was still looking at his cock.
“Come on, darling. Let me give you a lesson on Making a Man Yours 101.” Patricia grabbed Lizzie by her arm. Lizzie did not resist and followed the woman. “Get on your knees.”
Lizzie obeyed and dropped to her knees before Howard’s erected cock.
“Did a blowjob before?” Patricia asked to which Lizzie shook her head. “It’s simple. Close your eyes. Imagine it is the best popsicle you will ever have. Wrap your lips around it. Make sure your teeth are tucked behind your lips. Move your head up and down.”
Lizzie didn’t hesitate and faithfully executed the steps Patricia had given. She wrapped her fingers at the base of his towering shaft. Her cherry lips puckered as she received him into her. Howard once again found himself in the realm of unrivalled pleasure.
“Oh Lizzie! Don’t…you’re going to…make daddy…cum…” he gasped, snapping his head back, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
From the corner of his eyes he noticed his wife’s gaze. He noticed a strange mix of emotion in his wife’s blue eyes. Jealousy and…maybe, just maybe…a bit of arousal too.
Suddenly, something popped into his mind. He recalled the routine that he and his wife would do during sex. It began with his wife going into Pornhub, ***********ing her usual genre of porn (Netorare) where a husband would be forced to fuck a beautiful young girl in front of his wife. By the end of it, his wife would be dripping wet for his cock. Then, he would finish the rest and end the sex with his wife cumming all over his cock.
The revelation was as palpable as his sweet little princess’s lips wrapping tightly around his shaft. Howard turned back to his daughter. She was looking up at him, her small lips formed a tight seal around his engorged cock, her eyes had an alluring lustful glaze to them, as she bobbed.
“Daddy’s going to cum, Lizzie!” Howard warned.
“Go on, Lizzie. Make your daddy cum. Make your daddy cum inside your slutty incestuous mouth. He’s not going to last long. Remember the taste of your daddy’s cum. Yes, you will get to taste again that very soon.” Patricia goaded. Her hand was on top of Lizzie’s head, guiding the inexperience virgin through her pace.
Howard groaned. He couldn’t hold it anymore. A powerful shudder rocked through his body as spurts of hot cum exploded into his little princess’s mouth. The soft yelp of his surprised daughter was a sign that she had achieved what she sought out to do! What Patricia made her do!
“Oh my god!” Howard panted, looking down at a very contented Lizzie. Her big round eyes glimmered victoriously as her throat shifted up a little. She’d swallowed it. Daddy’s little slut had swallowed the cum freshly milked from his cock.
“Good job. I couldn’t have done it better myself.” Patricia praised Lizzie like a proud parent would her child for scoring an A for an exam. “Now, let’s go for the big girl stuff.”
“What big girl stuff?” Lizzie asked innocently.
“The thing that you wanted to do with…what’s his name again, Taylor or something?”
“It’s Tommy.” Lizzie giggled.
“Whatever.” Patricia shrugged. “Tommy’s a no go zone anymore. He couldn’t get it hard even if he wanted to. But your daddy is just…right…here…” with those three words enunciated, Patricia had grabbed on to Lizzie’s forearm, guided the willing limb, and set her open hand on to Howard’s cock. Lizzie closed her hand around Howard’s cock and began to stroke. The collapsing erection was once more pumped to its eight-inch glory.
“Do you want your daddy’s cock to be the first one to fuck your little virgin pussy?”
Lizzie, as though in a state of sexual trance, nodded.
“Now, get up. Yes…put one leg over, yeah that’s right…lower yourself down…yes, good girl…there it is, daddy’s pecker right outside your naughty little hole.” Patricia cooed into his daughter’s ear.
Howard felt his daughter’s naked body pressed against him. Her nubile form moulded against his large form like a soft pastry dough against a steel cast. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time it was dizzying. His daughter rested her head against his shoulder. Her soft cries of arousal caressed his eardrum.
Patricia stood up, a smug smile on her face, and gave Howard a knowing look. His daughter’s shoulders were firmly in her resolute grasp.
“Just relax, sweetheart.” Patricia chimed.
Three things happened all at once. Patricia dropped her entire weight onto Lizzie’s shoulders. Lizzie let out a gurgling gasp like that of a maimed kitten. And the delicious tightness of Lizzie’s virgin pussy engulfing all of Howard’s eight-inch meat with none to spare.
His little girl twitched harder than a possessed damsel. There was no sound coming out of his daughter, not even a gasp, as though the suddenness of his intrusion into her pussy robbed her of her ability to talk.
“Yes, Howard. Feel Lizzie’s pussy clamping down on your cock. She must be really tight down there. A pussy that young can hardly fit two fingers and yet you have your entire cock in.” Patricia remarked playfully.
Howard couldn’t not deny the truth in Patricia’s words for Lizzie was really tight down there. It was almost painful! Like someone had wrapped a condom a size too small for him.
“Are you okay, sweet pie?” Patricia asked Lizzie. The little girl finally nodded. “Can you move your body up and down on your daddy’s cock?”
Trembling with what Howard suspected to be paralyzing pain and mind-breaking pleasure, his daughter heaved herself up until he’s almost out and then sat back down all the way until he was balls’ deep inside her.
Howard let out a subdued groan. The pleasure was sickeningly undeniable. That sweet tight hole wrapped around his cock with a vengeance.
“Go on, Lizzie.” Patricia encouraged. “Yes, keep doing that. Up down. Up down. Up down. Yes, that’s it. Keep the pace. Ride your daddy’s cock.”
The delicious pleasure of his daughter’s cunt sliding up and down along his shaft tore any sense of rationale from Howard. At that moment, Lizzie seized to be his daughter, his sweet little princess, his own flesh and blood. At that moment, Lizzie was a beautiful young girl in her own right, enjoying the carnal union with a man she loved.
Suddenly, Lizzie slowed to a stop. “No princess…don’t stop.” Howard heard himself begging.
Through her trembling lips, she whispered, “I can’t…I can’t do this to mommy. I can’t have sex with daddy. It’s wrong. I can’t make my daddy cheat my mommy.” She looked apologetically at her mother who returned an equally apologetic emotion.
“Oh no, sweetie. You are not making your daddy cheat your mommy. You don’t have a choice.” Patricia whispered sultrily into Lizzie’s ear. “You aren’t riding your daddy’s big fat cock because you are a dirty little slut wanting to make your daddy like fucking you more than your mommy, you are doing it because your mommy will die if you don’t.” Patricia held the gun in front of Lizzie.
With renewed determination, Lizzie resumed her undulation, sucking and milking the big cock lodged deeply inside her freshly deflowered pussy.
“I’m sorry daddy.” The young teen gasped. “I didn’t mean to…I’m not a bad girl. I’m not a slut. I’m not a whore.”
“Of course you are not, Lizzie.” Patricia growled like a predatory beast. “You’re not a dirty little whore. You’re not doing this because you crave your daddy’s cock like a hungry slut you really are, that you enjoy your daddy’s fat cock filling up every available space in your cramped little cunt, that you are starving for your daddy’s cock to stretch your little baby hole that it is meant to be stretched, to be dominated, to be marked, and to be seeded by the hot white cum you yearn to milk out of your daddy’s balls. No. Not at all. You are doing this because if you don’t your mommy will be killed.”
Lizzie mewled helplessly, both a slave to Patricia’s ruthlessness as much as to her own bodily needs. A young girl like her could hardly have experienced sex, let alone a mind-blowing one that robbed her over every ounce of self-conscience.
“Keep it up. Don’t stop until your daddy blows his load into your naughty little cunt.” Patricia went on, gun aiming dangerously at Sandra.
“Oh, oh, oh…daddy, I’m going to cum…I’m going to…ahhh….” His little princess moaned. Her voice was the sweetest thing Howard had ever heard in his thirty-six-year-old life.
The young teen gave a couple more valiant pump before an orgasm rocked through her body like an atom bomb. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him tightly to her, as her lemon-sized tits rose and fell with each gasping breath.
Aftershocks continued to ripple across her exhausted body. She was suddenly no longer a beautiful girl making love to the man she loved. She was then his little princess, exhausted from the day-to-day hardship of teenage life, finally coming back into her daddy’s embrace where she knew she’d be safe.
“God damn it.” Patricia grunted distastefully. “This little slut of yours ought to hit the gym. She’s weak. It’s only been like what, five minutes, and she’s done for. I was looking forward to seeing the grand finale. Oh well, it can’t be help. Here, Lizzie. Take this.” Patricia handed the paper cutter to Lizzie. Then, she went all the way to the washing machine and sat herself on it. Legs crossed, arms folded, the gun firmly in her hand.
“Go on. Cut your daddy loose.” Patricia said.
Howard suddenly realized that this was the opportune moment he was waiting for. Releasing him from his restraint certainly raised his odds in getting his family out of this twisted game.
“Listen to her, cut me loose.” Howard urged his daughter calmly.
His daughter removed herself from him. His hard cock plopped out of his little girl’s pussy with an audible pop. It was as though the girl’s pussy had just smacked its puffy lips after enjoying a big delicious meal. Perhaps it really did enjoy it. At least Howard had hoped for that, instead of his daughter being traumatized by the ordeal.
As Lizzie cut the duct tape around Howard, Howard’s eyes stared unforgivingly at Patricia. The woman didn’t even show the slightly hint of remorse. She even had the audacity to grin at him.
“I’m doing you a favour, Howard. I’m giving you some lovely daddy daughter time. Clearly, you two need it more than I need my escape.” Patricia said with a sardonic smile. “Don’t try anything funny or that blonde bitch over there gets hole through her brain!”
Once Lizzie was done with releasing Howard, Patricia ordered the girl to toss the paper cutter back. Lizzie obeyed without hesitation and Howard watched as the paper cutter landed on Patricia’s opened palm.
“Now, Howard. I want you to fuck Lizzie and I want you to fuck her hard and fast.” Patricia said. “You should be close seeing how hard your whore daughter rode your cock. You have sixty seconds. When that needle goes one round, I want to see your cum leaking out of Lizzie’s pussy. Got that? And if her pussy doesn’t see white, I will kill your daughter and your wife.”
Howard pulled his daughter behind him. “Enough. We will not play with your games anymore. It’s over.”
“Oh, really? Getting tough huh. Oh well.”
A loud bang erupted inside the basement. Howard froze as he watched the smoke coming out of the gun. He saw where the gun was aiming, turned to that spot, and saw his wife as pale as a ghost. The brick wall had a large crater. Howard traced back the trajectory and estimated that the bullet merely missed his wife by an inch or so.
“You crazy bitch!” Howard yelled. His little girl was already crying behind him.
“For the record. I was really aiming for your wife. But I guess my aim was off.” Patricia said nonchalantly, twirling the smoking gun as though it was a toy. “I won’t miss the second time.”
Howard wanted to kill this woman badly. In fact, he wanted to rush to her, grab the gun out of her and unload the clip into her fucking brain. It was close enough that before she could shoot him enough of times to drop him, he could at least wrestle the gun out of her hand. If he died, so be it. But what he couldn’t risk was her aiming at his daughter and his wife. The woman knew how to hurt a man like him and she was ready to take the consequence, whatever it might be.
“Your time…” she gestured at the wall clock. The second-needle was pointing at the 55th second mark. “Five…four…three…two…one…begin…”
Howard spared no moment and turned around to meet his daughter. The determination in his eyes must have made him look like a vicious beast because his daughter recoiled from him. It didn’t matter thought. He knew what had to be done.
He grabbed his daughter by her shoulders. His daughter struggled. “No, daddy!” those two words tore through his heart like a serrated knife.
But it had to be done.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Howard whispered.
He yanked his daughter up and over his shoulder and went over to an old dusty table that his wife told him to get rid off, but he hadn’t gotten the time for. He dropped his daughter quick harshly onto the table and shoved her face first down onto the dusty surface. With unbridled resolve, He aimed his cock into the still wet pussy, and pushed forward.
“Noooo…” his little sweetheart squealed.
“I’m going to be quick.” Howard growled harshly.
All of it took less than ten seconds. By the eleventh second, Howard was humping hard and fast into Lizzie’s pussy from behind.
“It hurts…daddy…it hurts so bad…please…” the girl whimpered and squirmed.
As much as it pained him to witness the rape of his daughter perpetrated by himself, he knew Patricia wouldn’t hesitate to kill if she didn’t get what she wanted. It was him being the devil or his daughter or wife meeting the angels in heaven.
But those thought wouldn’t help him get off inside his little girl. The gunshot had knocked the progress of his daughter had achieved back to zero. He was starting over from scratch. And he didn’t have much time for it too. The five-minute progress his little girl had valiantly made must now be achieved in less than a minute.
He thought of how delicious the tightness of his daughter’s reluctant cunt clamping around his cock. He thought of every beautiful inch of her body which he was currently defiling for the greater good. He thought of her boobs and her butt, those luscious curves that defined the very meaning of being female.
Yes! He could feel the familiar pressure Finally, his orgasm peeked its head at the horizon. A welcomed friend.
“No daddy, stop. I’m ovulating. Daddy…I’m going to get pregnant! Daddddyyyyyy…..” his daughter squealed.
Howard grabbed his daughter by her hair and yanked her head up from the table. With his other hand, he cupped the girl’s mouth. He was close. He couldn’t let anything distract him right then or all would be for nothing. He would apologize to her with his entire life later. But for now, little Lizzie was just a piece of slut whose hole Howard determined to dump his cum into. She was not his princess, or his sweet pea, or his darling. She was a dirty street whore whose pussy was charged a dollar by the minute, and he didn’t have a dime to spare for a second more.
“You have ten seconds left.” Announced Patricia ominously.
Howard went into overdrive. He couldn’t care less at the moment if he would destroy Lizzie’s cunt. He couldn’t care less that she had clawed his back with her fingernails. He couldn’t care less if Lizzie’s brother or sister would also be her son or daughter. None of it mattered except for that swell of cum pooling at the base of his cock, waiting for the triggering climax to be unleashed.
“Three…two…one…”
Howard growled loudly. Like a primal beast making his first mark. He withdrew his cock quickly to let the woman see what she wanted to see.
“I don’t see cum. Only blood.” Patricia grinned.
Howard looked at the bloodied cunt of his girl. It was the sorest, reddest, most bloodied cunt he had seen. All red and no white.
He yanked his daughter from the table and held her like he would when she’s just but a small toddler in need for a quick leak. His thick fingers clawed apart the bruised lips. Slowly but surely, Howard’s cum slowly seeped out of Lizzie’s brutalized cunt lips.
“Good work, Howard. I didn’t think you will actually make it. But it seems like your wife will get to live another day to witness you fucking that dirty little whore of yours.” Patricia pointed the gun at the basement ceiling. “Anyways, I’m fucking exhausted. I will head up for a rest. You guys can take the rest of the day off. I won’t bother you until I get a good night’s sleep. Cheerio.”
The woman sauntered up the basement stair. The door opened and then it was slammed shut. A resounding locking sound echoed.
Howard reached for the paper cutter immediately and release his wife. Upon releasing the distraught woman, Howard went back to his daughter which he had placed back on the table. The girl was sobbing incessantly.
Howard gathered the two terrified females together and gave both of them a big tight hug. “I’m truly truly sorry.” He began to sob.
“How could you?” Sandra asked accusingly. “How could you do that to Lizzie?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Howard chanted those three words like they were some sacred mantra that would take all the pain and terror they had endured away.
Just then, a loud bang erupted from above. All three of them could hear the loud declaration of what they had long hoped for. “Police! Put your hands up!”
Heavy footsteps thudded against the floor. Patricia could be heard shrieking loudly. Dozens of shots thundered above. Heavy footsteps continued. “All clear! Target neutralized! Check the rest of the house.”
The door to the basement was unlocked. The door opened. Heavy footsteps pounded the creaky steps. “Police! Put your hands up!”
Howard shouted back. “We are innocent. She sneaked into our house and threatened us with a gun!”
The police relented. One of them came up and placed a towel over Lizzie’s body. “God damn it. What did she make you do?”
At the aftermath of the police raid, an operation initiated by a concerned neighbour who reported the case after hearing a gunshot, Patricia was dead on the floor of the living room with seven bullets in her chest and two more in her head. It was a quick death for her.
Lizzie was taken to a nearby hospital where she was treated for severe vaginal laceration and was given a ‘Plan B’ pill after it was determined that she had been ‘raped’. The semen found in her body matched Howard’s but because of his wife’s statement stating that he was forced to do it, the case was shut and shelved into one of those segments for weird and unbelievable cases.
Patricia’s real name was Samantha Packman. A sex lunatic that enjoyed forcing unwilling partners to engage in intercourse. She was sentenced to sixteen years after a high-profile case where she held six siblings at gunpoint at a secluded campsite and forced them to have sex. When Howard looked it up online, he was rather relieved that Lizzie didn’t have a brother or two. Unfortunately for the last victim, she had five big brothers. The cruel ordeal lasted for a week until someone stumbled upon the ungodly orgy where five brothers took turns fucking their little sister. The rest was history.
Lizzie was still pretty shaken up. But the doctors deemed her fit for release and sent her on her way with the recommendation for a psyche check. Sandra was completely unharmed. At least physically. Such could not be said the same for her mental integrity. Still, the woman didn’t miss the ten o’clock meeting. The teleconference call had her securing her company a tender for a ten-million-dollar project.
Howard stood strong for those two. He didn’t say much along the way back from the hospital. After a quick shower, he went straight for work, as though it was just another weekday. Maybe the monotonous routine of his day-to-day life was just the thing he needed to dull the excitement from what was the craziest thing that had ever happened to him.
By the end of the day when the family of three gathered for dinner, the extraordinary event that shook up their lives was as if it didn’t happen. The family talked like they used to. About the weather. About whose son went into remission. About the school’s lunch. The mundanity of life and stuff, really.
Until Lizzie asked an unexpected question.
“Daddy…did you enjoy fucking me?”
Howard was so shocked by his daughter’s question that the stewed beef he was chewing fell out of his mouth. Howard looked worriedly at his wife who was already putting down her fork.
“Does it matter?” Howard asked. His eyes never left his wife’s expression.
“Yes.”
After a pregnant pause, his wife closed her eyes and nodded. “Howard, it’s okay. We need the closure anyways. This cannot resolve itself if it is not discussed. You should let Lizzie know.”
Howard nodded in agreement. With a resolute voice, he said, “Yes.”
“Will you want to fuck me again?” the next question threw both Howard and Sandra off.
“Darling, you do know what you are asking of your father?” Sandra interjected before Howard could respond.
“Yes. I know what I am asking for.” Little Lizzie turned for her mother to her father. “And I am asking if you will want to fuck me again?”
“Why do you want to know?” Howard pressed his fingers into his temple. He didn’t want to deal with this so soon. When tired, deflect the question. A wise advice indeed.
“Because I enjoyed it a lot.” Lizzie said. “I enjoyed it so much I can’t stop thinking when it will happen again.”
“Oh my god!” Sandra let out a resigned sigh.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, mommy!” Lizzie cast an accusatory glance at her mother. “I saw the way you looked at daddy when that woman rode his cock. I also saw the way you look at him when I rode his cock. You enjoyed watching me being fucked silly by daddy.”
“Don’t say such nonsense!” Sandra blurted. Her face turned bright red.
“Enough of this.” Howard slammed his fist onto the table. “Stop! This is madness.”
“No!” Lizzie stood up from the dining table. “We can sit here and play pretend like we are just another normal family. But deep down, we all know a little fun is missing in the family. I want a family that I enjoy having fun with. Not a family that pretends to be normal when clearly, we are not!” she darted out of the dining room.
“Where are you going?” Sandra called out for her daughter.
“I’m going to get naked on my bed! Daddy can come fuck me when he’s done with his dinner. Mommy, if you want, you can watch.”
The defiant little girl disappeared into a turn. The footsteps of her climbing up the stairs thumped as loud as the heartbeat in Howard’s chest.
He looked at his wife. The woman was shaking her head slowly. “I thought I would be disturbed by this but…”
“But…” Howard urged.
“But Lizzie is right.” Sandra smiled warmly. “God, I know this is so wrong, but I enjoyed every second when you fuck Lizzie like she’s nothing but a whore.”
“Do you want to watch me fuck Lizzie like a street whore again?”
Sandra jumped to her feet. She held out her hand for Howard. “Looks like we are going to have a new way to enjoy family time.”
Howard held the woman of his life and was happily led up the staircase.
“We are getting that little slut an IUD tomorrow. I’m so not ready for her to be pregnant.”
There’s something beyond sexy seeing a mother referring her daughter a ‘little slut’ and how willing this ‘little slut’ wanted him to fuck her raw. Perhaps that was why Howard loved his family this much. They all complimented each other.
True to her words, that little slut was already on her bed naked. Her pussy wet with anticipation. The door to her room slowly closes and three things waned behind the closing door like a setting sun. Lizzie’s lustful gaze at her father. Howard’s engorged cock popping out of his pants. Sandra’s expectant grin that tonight would be another long night.