Pillar slowly awoke in the darkness of her bedroom under the warm pile of quilts covering her. Automatically, she stretched and the myriad aches and pains in her body brought her to complete consciousness in an instant. And then she remembered.

Pillar had been invited by Becky's mother, Suzanne, to spend the past weekend with them at a remote cabin. Pillar had been excited. She and Becky were Seniors in High School, and though Pillar came from a conservative, religious family, she enjoyed having fun as much as other High School girls.

But what was intended to be a time of making popcorn and painting one anothers nails turned into something quite different.

Suzanne and the two girls had carried their luggage into the cabin before realizing that there was a man standing looking at them. Before they knew enough to run, three other men appeared, blocking all of the exits. They were escaped convicts, and they were not nice men.

They had tied PIllar and Becky to two wooden kitchen chairs. Becky was crying hysterically as the men surrounded her mother. There was a hurried session of whispering between Suzanne and one of the men, and then the men had all laughed. One of them turned on the radio, and Suzanne began dancing and beginning to remove her clothes.

Later on, the girls learned that Suzanne had tried to save them by offering her own body to the men. She agreed to play the part of a tramp if they would agree to leave the girls alone.

Pillar watched open mouthed as Suzanne stripped her shorts and tee shirt off. She was dancing in her lacey bra and panties as the men clapped and shouted lewd encouragments to her. Finally Pillar realized what Suzanne was doing, and she felt compassion for her.

"Come on, bitch, get naked and stop fucking around!" One of the man said.

Visibly trembly, Suzanne had removed her bra and then pushed her panties down her legs. Pillar could see that Suzanne had a beautiful body. And much to her shame and embarassment, Pillar felt her own body beginning to respond. Her nipples were itching and she couldn't do anything to relieve herself because her hands had been tied. She felt a wet tickle between her legs, the kind she felt when she would let a boy play with her breasts for a few seconds.

The men began taking their clothes off, and Pillar saw her first male cock. Two of the men were white and two were black, and all were very muscular with sizable erections bouncing between their legs.

Suzanne was forced to kneel before the leader and as the aroused teenager watched, Suzanne's mouth opened and surrounded the end of his throbbing prick. The other men were slowly stroking their pricks as the leader took Suzanne's hair and began fucking her mouth. It was an incredibly obscene sight to PIllar. She knew it was shameful and that she should be disgusted. But she wondered what his cock tasted like!

After several minutes, the leader groaned and shouted out "Drink my cum, you bitch. Swallow my slime or I'll beat your ass!"

Pillar was able to see Suzanne's throat muscles contract and she knew that the beautiful naked mother was swallowing the sperm from his prick.

The other men then lifted Suzanne up and carried her to the bed in the corner. They put her on her hands and knees. One man took her hair and pressed his prick to her mouth. She submissively opened it and he bagn fucking her.

Pillar heard Suzanne's loud groan as the other man, kneeling behind her on the bed, leaned forward and pushed his cock up inside her pussy. It didnt sound like Suzanne was being hurt. Instead it sounded like she was enjoying it. As if to confirm her suspicions, Pillar saw Suzanne beginning to rock back and forth, pushing her ass back against the man fucking her.

For the next hour, the men took turns fucking the submissively kneeling woman. Their hands were all over her naked body, pinching her breasts and nipples, and one cock after another tested the liquid depths of her pussy.

One man lay on the bed, and pulled the exhausted woman over him, forcing her to sit down on his upstanding spike. Suzanne slowly began to ride him, but another man pushed her forwards onto the mans chest. Moving up behind her, he pressed the head of his cock to the rosette of her anus. Suzanne shrieked as she felt her ass opening. And then she was only weakly moaning as the two men began to slowly fuck her body.

- - - Chapter One

Chapter Two


She didn't even notice as the two other men began to move towards the girls. A large black man approached Becky, who was almost hysterical. She cried and tried to fight him. The man simply backhanded her once, then twice, and Becky was unconscious. Cutting her from the chair, the man put her over his shoulder can carried her to one of the two bedroom doors, kicking it shut behind him.

The other man, a white man, stood in front of Pillar. Her lips were dry as she looked at him, noticing his long, thick cock and the angry purple head that had a small pearl of pre-cum on the end.

"What about you, Missie. You want to make it hard on yourself like your friend, or are you going to cooperate?"

Pillar whispered "P-Please don't hurt me. Ill do what you want"

And the man had smiled, saying "Good Girl." He had untied Pillar and pushed her towards the other bedroom door.

Pillar glanced at Suzanne as she passed the bed. The beautiful young mother was really out of it, grunting and groaning like an animal as she rode her hips back and forth, her pussy and asshole swallowing the two cocks that were fucking her so brutally.

Pillar had been lucky. The man who had taken her was relatively gentle. He had made her stand still and he had stripped her naked. It was the first time for the teenager to be naked before another person, and she was mortified and embarrased. However, the man was clearly impressed, whispering about how beautiful she was. He was crude, but Pillar couldnt help feeling a sense of pride as he talked about how perfect her breasts were. He made her get on the bed and kneel.

Pillar had been completely humiliated. She was kneeling, having been forced to grab hold of the brass posts in the headboard and lift her head up enough so that her breasts were just brushing the covers, her tits hanging on display. He made Pillar move her knees farther apart, and she realized that he was looking at the most private parts of the young teenage beauty's body.

"What a sweet pussy you've got there, girl. Damn, I can't wait!"

Pillar felt the bed moving and realized he was climbing on it as well. A second later, Pillar almost passed out from the electrifying sensation of a very wet wriggling presence moving up and down her pussy lips.

With a gasp, she turned red, realizing that the man was actually licking the place where she went pee! It was disgusting!!

Except for the fact that it felt so incredibly good. Pillar was shocked that such a wicked, terrible thing could feel so wonderful. Moaning, the girl moved her knees even further apart, her back arching as she opened her up cuntal plane to the licking man.

She almost couldn't breathe when she felt a finger moving up inside of her. It felt incredibly huge. Pillar was techinically still a virgin, but as a Gymnast, she had ruptured her hymen a number of years before. She never let a boy touch her between her legs.

But at the moment, she couldn't stop it. And the truth was that she didnt' want to. It felt so good! She felt a hand moving under her naked belly and close around one of her hanging tits, softly pinching her nipple and making her moan more loudly from the sheer joy of being felt up.

And then the man picked her up and turned her over, letting her body fall to the bed as he hovered over her. He had taken her trim ankles and parted her legs, his eyes hotly examining her prominent pussy pouch with it light covering of pussy hair, and the slit that glistened with wetness.

Pillar lay frozen as she watched the man grab his dick and place the head of it at the opening to her cunt. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of having a cock enter her for the very first time. She was prepared for pain, but there was no pain, just an ever growin sensation of being filled, and then the hot tingles that began exploding inside of her as the man pushed his cock deeply inside of her.

PIllar knew this was evil. She prayed, she tried to ignore what was happening, but her young body was not cooperating. Whimpers escaped the beautiful young Latina's mouth, and vaguaely she realized that she had instinctively lifted her legs and was welcoming the long, deep plunges of the mans cock.

Pillar lost track of time. Her first orgasm came about ten minutes into the fuck. After that, they came more frequently. She was aware that the man's prick had emptied inside of her and that he was pulling out.

And then she felt a prick sliding inside of her again. Opening her eyes she saw that it was one of the other men. Easily she began to rock her hips in time to his thrust.

During the weekend, Pillar was raped repeatedly. The men fucked her pussy, fucked her ass, and forced her to swallow their sperm. PIllar didnt say much, but the incredible desire to fuck grew stronger over the weekend. She admitted to herself that it wasn't like any rape she'd ever heard of.

Poor Becky was a mess. The men had fucked her, but she couldn't stop crying, and they had been angry with her and had simply tied her back to the chair. She was in deep shock. Pillar felt bad for her. Suzanne and Pillar were the two who were used. Several times they were put in the same bed, lying side by side as one or the other of the men slammed inside of them.

At one point, they made the two women sixty nine, and Pillar tasted another woman for the first time. But the horny men soon pulled them apart and began fucking them again.

The convicts had tied them up on Sunday afternoon, leaving them to try and escape.

Finally, Suzanne was able to free herself. She untied the girls. Pillar held Becky's whimpering form as Suzanne dressed and walked for help.

Pillar had been taken to the hospital with Becky and Suzanne. The doctor had examined her. As Pillar tried to lay still as the doctor spread her legs, she knew that she was lubricating. When she felt the doctor's finger enter her, she groaned and pushed her hips up against his finger.

The doctor looked quite surprised. Pillar couldn't help it. She ground her hips against his finger, impaling herself on his digit. For several seconds the doctor looked at her, his finger gently moving around inside of her.

And then his finger was gone, and she groaned in frustration. She was aware that he was looking at her strangely. He set up an appointment to check her again in four days.

And then Pillars parents were there. They hugged her and cried with her, and then took her home. She relished the hugs of her father. She loved him so much, and he just looked so devastated.

While her mother was getting the car, her father said "I'm so sorry baby. Was it really bad?"

Pillar looked at her father. "Yeah, it was...bad...mostly!" Which elicited a raised eyebrow from her father. He didn't say anything else, but when they got home adn PIllar was walking to her room, something made her turn to see her parents. Her father was looking at her, and with shock, PIllar realized that he was staring at her ass. She was wearing her yellow terrycloth shorts, and there was no doubt that her father was looking at them.

Pillar was confused. She should be feeling badly. However, she felt excited. She had never thought of her father in sexual terms, but he was very handsome, and the thought that he had a prick made her legs feel weak. She had climbed into bed, thinking about her daddy, and fallen asleep quickly.

Wearily, Pillar climbed from her bed. Her muscles were very sore. She stripped out of her nighty, grabbing some fresh underware and pulling on her robe.

She walked down the hall towards the bathroom, almost bumping into her father who was coming from his room.

Mumbling, she said "Morning Daddy" as she continued on her way. But seeing him reminded her of his hot stare last night.

When she got to the bathrom, Pillar turned to see if her father was still wtching her.

He was.

Slowly, Pillar pulled on the tie that held her robe togther. It fell loose, and the front of her robe parted. She didn't try to stop it. She knew that her father could see the clevage of her breasts, and probably some of her pussy as well. She felt nasty and wicked, but extremely excited.

Her eyes focused on the front of her fathers slacks. There was a growing bulge there!

Whispering just loud enough for him to hear, she said "Daddy, I'm pretty sore. If you have time, I'd appreciate it if you'd wash me. I'm too sore to do it to myself!"

And then Pillar shrugged her shoulders and her robe fell from her body. She let her father has several seconds of free peeks. She then turned and entered the bathrom, leaving the door open.

Pillar was trembling. What was she doing? Her father was probably going to spank her. But she felt incredibly wicked at the moment. Tossing her robe to the floor, she pushed her panties down her legs, looking at herself in the mirror. She could see faint red marks and bruises from the rough handling of the convicts.

She turned on e water and stepped underneath it. Maybe her Daddy wouldn't come to her today, but she was going to have her doors open all the time, especially when she changed clothes.

And Pillar realized that she was actively pursuing having sex with her father. And...she didnt' care. Her hunger flamed and she was planning to know the joy of her fathers prick in her mouth, in her ass, and inside her spasming little pussy.

- - - end of Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Pillar's Daddy was gone when she got out of the bathroom from her shower. She ate a quick breakfast her mother cooked for her and left for school. Her girlfriends flocked around her, all wanting to know how horrible it was.

Pillar described the details of her rape, making it sound horrible and leaving out the fact that she had cum early and often as the men used her body. Just talking about it made her pussy lips moisten.

And Pillar noticed something. The boy's were looking at her. She caught many of them sneaking a peek at her legs and her body. She thought she was imagining it, but it happened so often she knew they were checking her out. Had they always done this and she was just now becoming aware. Or were the boys imagining what it was like for the convicts to take over her ripe young body and use her to pour their hot sperm inside of?

But it was the conduct of her male teachers that affected Pillar the most. Mr. Leason had her stay after class. She stood in front of his desk after the rest of the class left. Pillar was shocked when Mr. Leasons eyes left her and casually moved down the front of her sweater. She immediately felt her nipples crinkling and lengthen as the older man stared at her. Pillar turned red for she knew that Mr. Leason could see the growing protrusions her nipples were making as his eyes crawled over her breasts.

The teacher stood up, his eyes taking in Pillar's hips and her perfect, creamy thighs and legs.

Pillar gasped for Mr. Leason wasn't attempting to hide the growing bulge in the front of his slacks. Seeing her look at his prick, he lewdly put his hand on his pants, rubbing himself. Quietly, he said "Pillar, I want you to know that if you need any....help....dealing with the events of last weekend, I'd be more than happy to assist you.

Pillar hurridly mumbled a Thank You and then fled his classroom. Mr. Leason wanted her!!! It was wrong and evil, and she knew that if he had done that last week she would have indignantly reported it to the office.

However, Pillar simply went to her next class. She felt weak and flushed. Her class was Art and during the hour, Mr. Snyder seemed to give her an extra amount of attention. And as he talked to her while they looked at her easel, his hand patted her on the back, lingering as he slowly stroked her.

After school, Pillar wanted to go home and masturbate. Again, she knew it was wrong and she felt guilty, but her pussy was sopping wet and she wanted to plunge a finger inside of her body and try to relieve the craving between her legs.

But her parents had set up a counseling session with Father Thomas at Church and she had to go directly there after school. She knew that she didn't really need counseling. But it would make her parents happy, and she liked Father Thomas. He was relatively good looking and easy to talk to.

His office was isolated, in the basement of the old Church. It was very comfortable, with soft lighting and several couches and chairs. He did lots of counseling, and the room was intended to make people feel relaxed.

After small talk, Father Thomas asked Pillar how she was feeling today after the "terrible" weekend. She hesitated, and then he said that he was bound by his oath not to reveal anything he heard in counseling, and that she could trust him.

Pillar looked at him. "You mean no matter what I tell you, you can't tell someone else?"

Father Thomas nodded his head, smiling at the pretty young teen. She really was quite stunning, he thought, attempting to keep his mind on his work.

"Well, I was just wondering....When they were...uh...raping Suzanne, she kinda look like...well, like she was enjoying it? If she was...do you think that she's gonna go to hell?" Pillar softely said, her voice quivering.

Father Thomas realized what Pillar was asking. He had done enough counseling to know that Pillar was feeling guilty because she had experienced pleasure during the rape. It made his cock begin slowly growing, knowing that the young girl had a sensuous nature to her.

"Of course not, Pillar. The human body is made to receive all kinds of physical signals. When certain erogenous areas are stimulated, we can't just stop being human. I think it would be strange if Becky's mother had NOT felt some pleasure from the act of sex, because it's intended to be pleasurable!"

Pillar's face was hot. She was embarassed, but relieved.

Softly, the priest said to PIllar as he lightly put his hand on her back. "Pillar, why dont' you tell me what happened to you. It might make you feel better."

Pillar began speaking in a hushed tone as Father Thomas softly rubbed circles on her back. He listened as she described being fucked for the first time. She stumbled over some of the words, not being comfortable saying such things in front of a priest.

As Father Thomas listened to her tale, he realized that Pillar had a submissive streak, and that her sexuality was tied to it. His training told him not to take advantage of it, but she looked so stunning in her school uniform that he just had to test his theory.

"Pillar, how did it make you feel to have the man order you to obey him, to tell you what to do?" He asked as his hand moved up and down her back.

"I-I didn't want to do it, but...but I did. I...gave in to him." She looked at the priest, her eyes glistening. "Do you think I'm evil for doing that?"

Smiling, Father Thomas said "Not at all, Pillar. I just think that you enjoy being taken care of, and that you become excited when a man seeks to dominate you. Do you think that might be right?" He held his breath.

Pillar was confused, but she instinctively knew that the priest was telling the truth. Numbly, she nodded her head.

Softly he spoke to her as he slid over next to the teen beauty, his leg pressed against hers and his hand slipping around the side of her waist. "I understand that you have bruises from your rape. Is that right Pillar?"

Nervously she swallowed. His hand was just under her breast and she could feel her body reacting to his maleness so near her. "Y-Yes sir, Father Thomas."

"Well, I think that you should show me your bruises, and I can bless them so that they will heal sooner." the priest said, his cock now hardening quite rapidly.

Pillar softly gasped, the meaning of his words very clear.

"Stand up, Pillar. Stand up and face me." Father Thomas said.

Slowly Pillar stood up. Fearfully, she turned around and stood before the priest. His eyes were on her breasts and they slowly traveled down her body to her legs.

"I don't see too many bruises on your legs. Are the bruises higher on your thigh?" he asked her, smiling benignly even as he had to restrain himself from jumping the girl.

Pillar simply nodded her head as she looked down at the man. She was breathing rapidly, her body tingling.

"Well then, I think that I need to look." he said.

Pillar stood meekly as the priest reached out and took the hem of her skirt. He slowly lifted her skirt up, exposing her teal panties. The older man slid to the floor kneeling in front of her.

"Oh yes, I can see several bruises." he said.

Pillar shuddered, throwing her head back and gasping when the priest kissed next to her panties on the inside of her thigh, his cheek brushing the front of her panties.

He kissed her thighs several times and then said "Tell me Pillar, you have bruises that your panties are covering, don't you."

She was frozen, shamed and humilated on one hand, but extremely aroused on the other.

Looking up, the priest firmly said "Pillar, I asked you a question. Now answer me!"

Pillar immediately said "Yes sir...my panties are covering some bruises."

He smiled at her "Thats a good girl. Now I'm going to remove your skirt and panties so I can bless your bruises. Be a good girl and take off your blouse and bra so that I can bless bruises there as well."

Pillar's mouth opened. "Y-You want me to..to take off all my clothes?" she said, feeling a trickle of excitement between her legs just speaking it.

"Of course, Pillar. You can trust me. Now, help me get you ready!"

Pillar saw that he wasn't waiting, for his hands were working on the catch to her skirts. Slowly she peeled her sweater up and over her head and as she tossed it aside, she felt her panties being tugged down. Closing her eyes, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.

And then the gorgeous teenager was completely naked before her priest.

The mans hands slipped behind her, capturing the rounded mounds of her asscheeks and pulling her forward. Father Thomas pressed his mouth to Pillar's pussy and she felt his tongue worming between her wet labia, delving inside the heated depths of her cunt.

Pillar began to cum as the priest licked her pussy, his hands squeezing her asscheeks repeatedly. She fell back on the couch, but the priest kept his mouth glued to her pussy and continued licking her as he lifted her legs pushing them back and allowing him to lick her clit, down through her spasming pussy lips, and down between the darkness between her asscheeks to pay homage to the pucker of her anus before once again licking her pussy.

End Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Pillar couldn't believe that she was laying naked on the couch as her priest licked her between the legs.

She lifted her head and looked down past the swollen nipples of her breast and saw the top of Father Thomas's head moving up and down as his tongue spread her wet pussy lips aside.

She was experiencing after-shocks of pleasure as the man continued to lick her inflamed body.

She lay still, trying to recapture her breath as the priest slowly stood over her. Pillar could see the swollen protrusion his prick was making in his slacks, and it made her pussy tighten as she imagined what it would feel like sliding inside of her wet opening.

"Stand up, Pillar." he told her.

Wearily, Pillar got to her feet, ashamed of her nakedness as she stood before the man.

"You are going to undress me." he said to her.

Pillar felt a thrill of wickedness at his words.

"First undo my belt, and take off my slacks." the priest said with a husky voice.

Trembling, the girl knelt in front of him. Obediently, she reached for his belt. After undoing it, she unsnapped his slacks, and then pulled his zipper down. His slacks fell away from his hips and down his legs. He kicked them from his feet.

He was wearing briefs and Pillar swallowed hard at the size of the cock behind the white material.

The priest made Pillar take off his shoes and socks. He made her stand and take off his shirt as well.

While Pillar was unbuttoning his shirt, the priest took her breasts in his hand, molding them, playing with her nipples and making her squirm with sexual heat.

He ordered her to kneel and take off his briefs next. Pillar obeyed him, and as he watched her swaying breasts, she pulled the waistband of his briefs down, freeing his prick to pop free. Pillar couldn't take her eyes off of the priests cock as she pushed the briefs down his muscled legs.

"Take it in your hand, Pillar. Feel it and touch it. You're going to suck it for me and make it nice and wet. And then you know what I'm going to do to you?"

Pillar whispered "You're going to...to make love to me?"

Scowling he said "NO! You know the words. It's not maing love. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me what I'm going to do to you!" His voice was very firm and Pillar felt herself automatically obeying him.

"Y-You're going to f-fuck me!" she said.

Smiling he said "Yes! I'm going to fuck you. Now wrap your hand around my cock!" the priest said to her.

When Pillars cool palm wrapped around his hotly excited prick, the man threw his head back and groaned loudly. "Damnnnnn, that feels good. Now stroke me, you little slut. Play with my prick!"

Pillar was shocked at the language the priest was using. But she obediently began to move her first up and down the stalk of his cock.

Pillar remembered how she had not only grown used to the taste of a male prick, but had come to relish the taste when the convicts had repeatedly used her mouth. Without being told, the beautiful girl leaned forward, her tits swinging and her falling against his thighs as she opened her mouth and surrounded the priests cockhead with mer wet, soft lips.

Father Thomas was ecstatic. He put his hands on Pillar's head, taking handfuls of her hair and slowly pulled her head onto his cock. Pillar put her hands on his thighs to steady herself, but then slipped an hand betwen his legs, capturing his balls in the palm of a hand and gently teasing them.

Pillar was rimming the head of his cock with her tongue, tasting the muskiness and the slight salty discharge seeping from the pisshole in the head. Her lips rippled up and down his shaft as well.

The priest pushed back on her head, his cock popping wetly from her sucking mouth.

"On the floor" he commanded her, his prick throbbing in the empty air. He couldn't wait any longer.

Pillar scrambled down onto the floor. She lifted her legs, parting them and pulling her knees back to her titties, opening up her pussy to the naked priest.

"Ohhhh, you gorgeous bitch" he muttered as he knelt on the carpet, leaving forward and covering her body.

His prick nestled in the wet vally of her cunt and with a slight adjustment, he pushed the large head of his cock between her wetly clinging pussy lips, pushing her flesh aside as he fucked his pulsating prick inch after inch inside the writhing moaning girl.

Pillar once again became a rutting animal as she felt the priest fucking her deeply. As she had with the convicts, she began fucking back, enjoying the pistoning presence of the cock that was sawing in and out of her.

She accepted the priests mouth that crushed hers and the teen girl sucked hungrily as the priest orally raped her mouth, his cock plunging the depths of her pussy. If anything, Pillar though, Father Thomas had a BIGGER prick than the convicts. She felt it repeatedly bump the slight protrusion that was the opening to her cervix. His cock head was punching into her at various angles, and she was loving the feeling of being fucked.

She felt the priests hands cupping her ass, holding her flesh, and then his fingers moving between her asscheeks.

Her eyes popped open as she continued fucking wildly. Grunting, she whimpered, "Oh god, are you...are you going to put your finger...in my BOTTOM? OHHHHHHHHHH!" She moaned loudly as the priest rudely shoved his rough finger inside her spasming asshole. It hurt for a second but then Pillar felt and incredible heat in her loins and she began to cum over and over, her pussy muscled clasping and rippling up and down the priests cock.

When he felt her pussy wildly spamsing along the length of his cock, Father Thomas could no longer restrain himself.

"Cummmmming" He yelled as he felt his balls contract. He slammed his throbbing cock as deep inside the sobbing girl as possible, holding it there as it began erupting.

Pillar felt a hot liquid sensation in her pussy and knew that her priest was shooting his cum inside her. It doubled her pleasure as she sobbed out in pleasure as the priest's cock spat out stream after stream of ropey cum into the naked girl.

As they lay together, Father Thomas whispered. "I believe that you will need follow up counseling, Pillar. Come here every day the rest of this week."

Smiling, Pillar said "Yes Father Thomas. Anything you say." She was ashamed and embarassed, but she loved the thrill of being dominated by this man. And then thoughts of her daddy came into her mind. She pictured what her father would look like naked, and Father Thomas groaned as he felt Pillar's cunt muscles beginning to milk his prick.

End of Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Pillar was weary as she drove home from her counseling session with the priest. They had ended their session with him standing before her and she on her knees sucking his prick. The Priest made the naked teen put her hands behind her back and tilt her head to look up into his face as he slowly rocked back and forth, his large prick slipping in and out of her mouth.

Pillar felt very wicked. She knew that there was no way in hell that she should ever be sexually involved with a priest. But pleasing him made her extremely hot, and just the act of kneeling and sucking him off while being forced to look into his lustful face had made her pussy throb with desire.

Father Thomas had wrapped his fingers in her hair, and when he felt himself on the verge of cumming, pulled his wet prick from her mouth and held her head as his prick erupted, spraying strands of cum on her face. When he finished, Pillar licked his cum off, then cleaned herself with her fingers, pulling leftover sperm into her mouth, sucking on her fingers.

She had quietly dressed as Father Thomas relaxed on the couch, his semi-soft prick still thick as it lay on his thigh. Shyly, she said goodbye, but Father Thomas made her come over and kiss him goodbye. He held her, looking into her eyes and then said "And I think it would be nice if you kiss my prick goodbye too." Pillar, now that she was dressed, blushed but quickly knelt and kissed his cock, feeling it throb under her lips.

And then she was gone, out the door and driving towards home. She begn to experience a great deal of guilt and shame as she thought about how she had acted. And then she thought about how she was going to deal with his demand for her to come to his office after school tomorrow. Surely she couldn't go there knowing that he would want her to have sex with him!

When she got home, she found a note from her mother saying that she would be at a Church meeting most of the evening. She had left instructions for Pillar to order Pizza for her dad and herself. Pillar was desperate for a shower, but she went to her father's den first.

She raised her hand to knock, but then heard a sound that made her stop. It was a sort of groaning. At first she thought her daddy was sick, but with a shock she realized that the sounds from the other side of the door was the same sounds that Father Thomas had made.

Gently easing the door open a crack, the beautiful teenager peeked into the den. Softly she gasped! Her father's computer was on, and Pillar could see that he was watching a dirty movie! It showed a blonde woman kneeling and a black man behind her fucking her. The sound had been turned down but not off. But what shocked Pillar most was that her father was sitting in his chair with his slacks down, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched the screen.

Pillar's shock quickly turned to heat as she watched her Daddy masturbate. His prick was so BIG! She wondered how it tasted, and though she was ashamed of herself, she felt her nipples lengthening and becoming hard.

Finally, she quietly shut the door. Returning to the kitchen she loudly slammed the door, yelling "I'm Home!"

She smiled, imagining her father frantically pulling his slacks up, tucking his hard cock back inside and trying to change the monitor as quickly as possible.

She marched down the hall and knocked on his door. "Dad?" she called out.

"Come in, Honey!" she heard him respond.

When she opened the door, he was sitting behind his desk, apparently working on some papers. His monitor was dark, and Pillar smiled to herself as her father appeared to be busy with work.

"Hi Daddy. I'm home. Mom left money and said we are supposed to get some Pizza. So I guess its just you and I!" she said, smiling brightly. She put her hands behind her back and stood before him, knowing that he was sneaking glances at her.

"Well thats great honey. We'll just have some quality father daughter time, huh?" he said.

Pillar walked over to her father's desk, stepping behind it.

"Thanks for loving me!" she said as she bent down and hugged his neck.

Her father's hands were on her waist. She knew she was being brazen but she wanted her father to know that if he wanted her...she would give herself to him. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against him.

After several moments, Pillar sat down on her father's lap, keeping her hands around his neck.

"Daddy, there is something I want to ask you." she said, having decided how to let her father know that he could have her. She felt his prick under her ass. It was still slightly hard, and she knew that her buns pressing against it wern't going to let it go down very soon.

"Sure Sweetie. Anything for you!" he said, looking into her incredibly beautiful brown eyes.

Gently biting her full lips, Pillar said "Well Daddy, you didn't ask me about the things that happened to me this past weekend, and I was wondering that maybe you didn't really care? Is that true Daddy?"

Her father got a horrified look on his face. "NO, baby. Of course thats not true. I care about what happened to you. Its just that..well, I didn't want to upset you. If you want to talk about it, of course I'll listen."

Chapter Five, to be continued

Chapter Five, continued


Pillar smiled at her father, and hugged him again. She felt his cock throb once as he tried to adjust her on his lap so that she wasn't sitting right on top of his growing erection.

"Well Daddy, the first man took all my clothes off of me. And Daddy, he told me that I was very pretty. Do you think he was lying to me?" Pillar looked at her father with wide eyed innocence.

"Pillar, he wasn't lying. You are VERY beautiful, Honey!" he said. But she also noticed a line of perspiration on his upper lip.

"But you don't really know, Daddy. He saw me NAKED. And...well, he liked me that way. And Daddy, can I tell you a secret?"

Her father was having a difficult time controlling his thoughts. "Sure. Tell me!" he managed to croak.

"Well I know its wrong, and I hope you don't hate me, but Daddy when he took my clothes off and made me lay on the bed and spread my legs, he just looked at me, and when he did..." Her voice went to a whisper as she hugged her father and pressed her mouth to his ear. "....I liked him looking at me. Am I bad, Daddy?"

Her father was stunned. The visual image of his gorgeous daughter naked and spread on the bed was driving him mad.

He stumbled with his words, but managed to say "Uh..well, no Pillar, you aren't bad."

"Oh THANK YOU Daddy! I was hoping you wouldn't hate me!" She said.

"Anyway, then the man got on the bed, and he pushed my legs as far apart as they would go, and then...Daddy, you won't believe this...the man LICKED me right on my vagina. Only he didn't call it that. He called it my pussy, and some of the men called it my cunt. Have you ever heard those words, Daddy?" Again, she gave him a wide eyed look.

Whispering, in shock, her said "Y-Yes I h-have Pillar."

"Well, I didn't tell the police or anyone else, but Daddy...I thought that it was exciting when he looked at my naked body, but that was just the start. When he kept on licking me, it made me roll all around and groan and then I kind of went crazy it felt so good. One of the guys said that I had an "orgasm".

And I thought THAT was the best thing that I'd ever felt, but then the man made me get up and roll over on to my knees. And then he...well, we would call it making love, but the men called it fucking. And boy did he fuck me! He was kind of gentle at first, but then be really started fucking me hard!"

Pillar was becoming so horny remembering and describing her rape to her father. She kept wiggling her ass onto his hardened prick.

"After a while, he started making all kinds of noise, and I felt him do something inside of me. I got this warm wet feeling, kind of like raindrops splattering against the window, only it was inside of me."

Her father was looking at her in shock. His prick was throbbing against her ass, but he didn't seem aware, so caught up in her story was he.

Then another guy came in and he rolled me over and climbed on top and he fucked me. After that it was hard to keep track, cause all the guys kept taking turns doing things with me. A few times, they even put their penis...they called it their dicks, cocks, or pricks..inside my bottom. I didn't know men did that to girl's, Daddy. It hurt a lot at first and I cried some, but then after awhile, it didn't hurt."

Pillar stopped and looked into her Daddy's face. She knew her face was flushed, just like his.

"Anyway Daddy, I hope you still love me, even though I guess I have to admit that I liked being looked at and having those men do all those things to me. Do you still love me?"

Her father groaned "Of course, Pillar. I'll always love you."

She openly wriggled her bottom, grinding against his cock.

"You know the only thing I really regret, Daddy" she whispered.

Pillar's father pressed his prick against his daughters grinding ass and said "What?"

"I only regret that it wasn't someone I love who did all those things to me. Someone who really cared about me and who really loved me. Those men didnt love me. But if a man loved me, then I think that I'd let him do anything to me he wanted including everything those men did to me." The teenager was hotly aroused, and her voice was trembling.

The horny father and daughter sat for a long moment looking into one anothers eyes, the sexual tension thick between them.

"And now I'm going to go take a shower, Daddy. And you know what I'm going to wish for?" she whispered again.

He didn't answer, so she said "I am going to wish and hope that a man who loves me will come to me and look at me all naked, and will touch me and do all kinds of things to my naked body, and then fuck me. That's what I'm going to wish for Daddy."

Pillar leaned forward and pressed her mouth to her fathers. He could feel the pebbles of her nipples pressing against him, and he groaned as his daughter kissed him, open mouthed and hot. For several minutes he kissed his daughter's warm soft mouth, feeling her tongue touching his as she writhed on top of his lap, driving his prick wild with the desire to fuck up inside his horny daughter.

And then, she stood up. She looked into his lap and saw his erection. He didn't even try to hide it, he was so stunned. She turned and walked to the door. She stopped and turned around and mouthed "I love you" and then she was gone.

end of Chapter Five

Chapter Six

The moment that Pillar got out in the hall outside her father's den, she began shaking uncontrollably. She couldn't believe she had just done that. The enormity of what she had done settled over her.

What if her Father ignored her blatant invitation? What if he simply stayed in his den? Or worse yet, what if he became angry with her and began lecturing at her, yelling at her for being wanton.

Images of her father, angry and red faced calling her "Whore" and "Slut" filled her mind and the teen girl became nervous and fearful. Should she go back in and apologize? Should she just go to her room and lock the door and NEVER come out again?

But then she remembered the bulge in her fathers slacks. No matter what happened, he couldn't deny that he was excited by her.

And so, Pillar went to her room. She removed her dress. Standing before her floor length mirror, she took off her bra and looked at herself. Her hair was full, hanging down her shoulders, and her breasts, while not huge, seemed very well formed. As she watched, she could see her nipples hardening, becoming darker and slightly longer. She pushed her panties down her long legs. She saw the sparse dark pussy hair between her legs, and she wondered if perhaps her father would be aroused if she shaved there, like Suzanne.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her door and walked down the hallway into the bathroom. She left the door opened. She opened the large shower stall door and stepped inside. Adjusting the water to as warm as possible, she simply stood there under the water.

Would he come to her? Pillar's heart was pounding as she waited, and with a sinking feeling she began to realize that her father was not going to come to her. Even as the water sprayed over her, she felt hot tears burning in her eyes.

She began quietly sobbing, filled with shame and fear of what her father would say to her. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.

She jumped and softly yelped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't cry, Baby. It will be all right." her father's voice said behind her.

Pillar couldn't believe it. He had come to her! Continuing to cry, this time tears of joy, she turned and threw her arms around her father, almost leaping into his arms.

Immediately she was aware that her father was naked, for a rock hard shaft of iron hard flesh was pressing against her soft belly. Even as her tears subsided, Pillar began to feel her body responding to the naked body of her father.

Of course, his large hands moving down her back onto her bottom helped that. She turned her head, offering her mouth to her father as his hands began gently sqeezing her flesh.

As she opened her mouth and sucked on her Daddy's ravaging tongue, she began squirming against his hard body, rubbing herself against his hard prick as she enjoyed being the center of attention of her father.

Several minutes passed before her father released her. Stepping slightly back, he looked at her, smiling, and said "Pillar, get the soap and wash me. And I want you to wash me everywhere, do you understand?"

Pillar felt a thrill at his command. She reached for the soap and quickly lathered her hands. Her father turned around and she began soaping his back. She loved the feel of his muscles, and her hands moved all over his back and shoulders. She soaped her hands again, and knelt on the ceramic floor.

Gently, she put her hands on her father ass, slowly moving round and round his cheeks. He tensed up at first, but then relaxed, and Pillar enjoyed the firm flesh of his ass. Feeling a bit daring, she pulled her fingers down the crevice between his cheeks. At first he clenched, but forced himself to relax, and Pillar gently massaged the dark split.

She again soaped her hands and washed the backs of his thighs and then his calves.

Without being told, her father turned around, and Pillar was face to face with her Daddy's cock. She gasped for it seemed so HUGE, inches from her face. No longer caring for the pretense of washing him, she put her soapy hands around his hot prick, making her Daddy groan which in turn made Pillars young pussy begin throbbing with need.

This was the prick that had made her, the dispenser of sperm that had given her life.

Pillar began stroking her fist up and down his shaft, her hand gently closed around its sizable girth. She felt the large veins, and she could see the massive head darken as it filled with blood.

With her other hand, Pillar gently cradled her Daddy's balls, making him lean back against the side of the shower stall as the naked young girl worked on him.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh" her father cried out, surprising Pillar as she felt his hard shaft begin to buck in her hands. As she watched, a white glob of her father's cum leapt from the tiny piss hole of his prick and splashed against her face.

Again and again, her father shot streams of his thick gooey sperm onto her face. After several seconds, the gorgeous girl leaned forward and put her mouth around his prick, swallowing the cum that her father emptied inside her warm, wet mouth.

Pillar knelt at her fathers feet, nursing his cock, licking up and down the shaft and then sucking on the head as his orgasm ended and only a few dribbles of his cum escaped from his prick.

He was gasping but no longer moaning as Pillar dedicated herself to seeing that her father quickly was restored. Within a minute, she felt his softened cock begain to harden once again, and a minute later, it was as hard again as when she had first grabbed it.

Her father reached down and gently lifted Pillar to her feet. Taking the shower head, he turned it to the side so the flow of water splashed away from them, and then pushed Pillar against the wall of the shower stall, taking her hands, lifting them above her head and wrapping them around the pipe where the shower head was attached.

Looking her in the eyes, he said "Don't you let go until I tell you!"

Nodding her head, Pillar said "Yes, Daddy."

"Now move your legs apart." he ordered her.

Pillar was so excited, she could hardly breathe. Holding on to the Shower pipe, she moved her legs apart.

Chapter Six to be continued

Chapter Six continued

Her father smiled at her and then she gasped as she felt his whole hand cover her pussy. She felt the tip of one finger begin to slowly wiggle up and down her sticky pussy lips, teasing just the outside without penetrating any deeper, though Pillar pushed her hips forward.

Pillar tried to impale herself on his fingers, but her father moved with her hips, not yet ready to enter her wetness. Pillar closed her eyes and then deeply groaned when her Daddy bent over and captured one of her throbbing nipples in his mouth, gently nursing her tit as he rubbed her sensitive pussy lips.

Pillar willed herself to relax, but her body refused and she writhed, continuing to hold her hands above her head on the pipe as her father played with her body. He moved his mouth to her other tit and sucked and gently bit on that nipple as well.

He stood up and again looked in her face as Pillar opened her eyes. As she looked at her father, her mouth opened and she gasped, for she felt his finger pushing between her pussy lips and begin to worm up inside her teen cunt. "Ohhhh Daddddddy!" she cried out, continuing to look into his hot eyes as his finger pushed deeper and deeper inside her until she felt his palm cup her cunt, and his finger completly inside her spasming pussy flesh.

Her father whispered "I love your pussy, Pillar. Do you like Daddy's finger inside you?"

"Ohhhh god, YES Daddy. Oh, please...PLEASE finger me. OHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she was thrusting her hips forward and back as her father began to finger fuck her cunt.

He pressed his body against hers, his chest smashing her full tits as his mouth moved up and down her neck, sucking and licking her as his finger continued to slowly pump in and out of her, circling her clit from time to time and then once again entering her.

Pillar was moaning and groaning, and as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, her father whispered in her ear as he frantically sawed his finger in and out of her tightly clenching cunt "Cum for me, Pillar. Cum for Daddy, you hot assed gorgeous bitch!"

Hearing her conservative father whispering such obscenities in her ear while obscenely spearing her throbbing pussy sent Pillar over the edge and as she sobbed out her cum, her father continued whipping his finger back and forth across her clit as he told her what a hot-assed bitch she was.

As Pillar began to recover, she released the shower pipe, her arms weary. Immediately, her father growled "I didn't tell you to let go. Now get your hands around that pipe. It's time for me to fuck that hot little pussy between your legs."

Pillar could hardly recognize the dominating man before her, but submissively she again wrapped her fingers around the shower pipe.

"Now hold on!" Her father said as he bent and put his hands behind her legs. Pulling her legs out from under her, he pulled them up. Pillar wrapped her legs around her father, opening up her cuntal plane.

She felt the large cock head of her father being placed at the tiny wet opening of her pussy.

"Now look into my eyes, Pillar. I want to watch your eyes the first time you feel my prick fucking up inside your pussy!"

Her father moved his hands to her asscheeks as she looked into his eyes. Though she knew he loved her, at the moment there was only the most intense lust she'd ever seen. And then her father began shoving forward.

Pillar's back was to the ceramic tiles on the wall of the shower as she struggled to keep her eyes open, feeling her Daddy's prick moving aside the tight flesh of her pussy and worming up her cuntal tunnel.

She cried out even as she looked at her father, her face contorted "Ohhhhhhhhh Daaaaaddddddyyyyyyyy!" as she flexed her legs, pulling his cock all the way inside her. With a thud, her father buried his prick inside her, his balls swinging forward to bang against the raised pucker of her anus.

"Fucking tight pussy" her father growled through teeth tightly clenched together. He slowly pulled out of her and Pillar could feel her pussy lips tightly attempting to keep his large shaft inside her. When he slipped into her once again, the young girl began to spasm in another orgasm.

For the next fifteen minutes, Pillar's father fucked her, repeatedly slamming his prick into her pussy, varying speeds and angles and simply enjoying the feeling of fucking a beautiful teenager girl, the pleasure heightened by the illicit and taboo knowledge that he was fucking his very own daughter.

His strokes became harder and faster and Pillar began to experience mini-cums, one after another. Her father, almost unconsciously, began to grunt with each slam inside her.

"Gonna shoot my cum...OHHHHH...fill you up with my sperm...DAMN! You Sweet Fucking Bitch!!!!"

At last, he slammed his cock deep up her pussy, holding her there pinned to the wall. Pillar was wildly squirming, her cunt clenching and unclenching rapidly as orgasms washed over her. Her father's fingers reached between her ass and he pushed a finger up her rectum as he began bellowing. His prick started pulsating and Pillar could feel his hot cum begin pouring in her body.

Sobbing, she cried out "Oh Daddy, yes. Fill me up Daddy!" as her father filled up her young teenage pussy to overflowing.

For a minute, they stood there locked together. At last Pillar's legs slipped down, and her father told her she could leg go of the shower pipe. She almost collapsed, but her father picked her up. Naked and dripping wet, he carried her to his bedroom.

For the next three hours, Pillar's father ravished her body. He explored every part of her, tasting her everywhere, putting his fingers in every opening. He drove the young beauty to numerous other orgasms as he filled her up three more times with his sperm. Pillar realized that she could become pregnant by her father, but instead of scaring her, the thought made her shudder through another orgasm as her Daddy's large prick continued to fuck in and out.


End of Chapter Six

:::::looking around trying to see if there is anyone within 100 miles::::

Helloooooo? Anyone there? <running to my Funk & Wagnell to double check the meaning of "interactive"> Yup, there is supposed to be someone around. No replys, no E-mail, no PM's. Methinks perhaps I've been trapped in the Sexual Revolution's response to the "Twilight Zone". Yup, this is a real web site, and it says that there are people out there, and some have even read this story. <strapping on his thinking cap> Ergo, one of three possibilities must exist.
(1. The story sucks and doesn't merit any kind of response; not even a "You write like a first grader" comment!
(2. The story is good, but no one has the time to respond or add a chapter, choosing instead to watch re-runs of "Friends" and fantasize about the impossibly attractive and skinny people on the show.
(3. Everyone with any kind of remote sexuality has been imprisoned by the Taliban.

K, enough blathering. :::looking around to see what other areas might have a sign of life:::

I'll be the first to tell you that this an exquisitely written piece of erotica. I would not dare to attempt adding anything to this myself for fear of ruining what you have going. Every day I have been waiting on the next chapter. Please keep on writing and I will keep on reading. This story has got me going like Sharniqua's "Love Thy Neighbours" did.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Suzanne West lay on the lounge chair in the warm sun next to the secluded pool in her back yard. Her body was oiled, and she looked spectacular in the tiny white bikini that did little to hide her charms.

To all outward appearances, Suzanne had completely recovered from her rape and was the picture of peace and serenity. But behind the sunglasses, Suzanne was in a battle. She had done everything the police had asked of her, and her doctor had pronounced her healthy. Her husband had been very solicitous and the second night home he had tenderly made love to her.

She had carefully taken care of Becky, and her daughter had gradually returned to her old self, smiling and laughing with her friends.

But Suzanne had experienced a metamorphosis during her weekend ordeal with the convicts. She could barely make it through the day without re-living the experience in one from or another in her mind. Even as she lay by the pool, apparently relaxing, she was remembering how she had been positioned on the bed, her head between one of the convicts legs, her mouth nursing on his cock while one of the other men knelt behind her and licked her obscenely stretched pussy and ass.

Suzanne had completely surrendered at the time, and the hot flashes of lust and pleasure were so intense what had experienced multiple orgasms. The two men had taken the edge off their lust and had been able to work on her body for a solid hour. Even as she remembered the man who had wormed his tongue inside her sticky wet pussy she desperately wanted to reach between her legs and play with herself.

Suzanne was not averse to masturbation, but she instinctively knew that if she gave in to the temptation, not only would she become addicted to it, she would become so vulnerable that any man would be able to use her body if he recognized how truly desperate she was.

Suzanne had been perfectly happy with her life, including a satisfying sex life with her husband. Well, to be honest she had to admit that the past few years, the four times weekly had slowed to once a week...maybe. But they were aging, and it was to be expected, wasn't it?

But then she had become the sexual object of the four convicts and though she initially resisted with all her heart and mind, by the end of the weekend, she was wallowing in the most glorious sexual heat she'd ever been able to imagine. It was more than satisfying, she had grown to relish the obscene commands of the men. Their very naked lust for her body had inflamed her like nothing she'd ever known. One after another they had vented their every desire on and inside her body. She had willingly taken their hard shafts into her mouth to lick and suck until they emptied their hot seed inside her mouth. She had knelt submissively, waving her spread ass at the men, allowing them to tongue her, finger her or drive their cocks deep inside her asshole. And she had been completely exhausted by the orgasms the men had wrung from her pussy as they fucked her almost nonstop.

Now Suzanne felt like she was going through withdrawal. Though outwardly she was in control and calm, all she could think about was being used. It seemed like every waking moment her nipples were tingling, hard and thickened as it prepared for a mouth or hand to capture them. She had to change her panties often during the day, for it took very little to make her wet.

Sunday, she had agreed to attend Church, and she had graciously accepted the condolences and best wishes of the other parishoners. But she had been extremely aware of the glances of the men around her. Standing in the middle of the auditorium, surrounded by four hundred people, Suzanne had felt like she was naked! It seemed everywhere she looked, men were looking at her.

The ultimate degradation was when one of the young pastors had come up to her to shake her hand and tell her how sorry he was to hear of her "encounter". As he held on to her hand and talked to her in a soothing voice, she felt her pussy begin spasming and she shuddered through a minor orgasm, for she was picturing this holy man standing before her naked! She imagined that his prick would be hard and she'd become so lost in the fantasy, she hadn't even paid attention.

And then she became aware that he had stopped talking. He was still holding her hand as her eyes again focused on his. A small smile appeared on his face and softly he said "I can see you are distracted, so I'll let you rejoin your family, but Mrs. West...Suzanne...if you need someone to talk to about your ordeal privately, please let me know." He had squeezed her hand and smiled, which had made her body throb with desire.

Since then, she had done her best to avoid seeing anyone. She spent her days at home, trying to read to distract herself, or attempting to relax in the Hot Tub or by the pool. Every evening she welcomed her husband home, preparing great meals and almost desperately craving his touch. But he had seemed to quickly tire. He had made love to her for two nights straight. It had not satisfied her, but it had helped. But since then, he had simply rolled over and ignored her even when she spooned up to him trying to get his attention.

And now she was horny! She tried not to think about it, but her mind began to re-experience a game the convicts had played with her. They were sitting around the round table eating the meal that she had made. Roland, the black leader had made her straddle him and made her fuck herself up and down on his lap while the others ate their meal and made crude comments about Suzanne and her body. Every five minutes she was forced to move to the next man and fuck herself on his prick as well.

Suzanne had been fucking the men for forty five minutes, having cum several times, when she became aware of the stares of Becky and Pillar, both of whom had been ordered to sit against the wall. They were naked, but were holding one another for comfort.

As she had bounced up and down, unashamedly making loud squishing sounds with her thoroughly wet pussy as she rode a prick, she looked at her daughter and recognized the look of horror. She felt a pang of guilt, but the man she was fucking slapped her ass and ordered her to move faster. Suzanne had stolen a quick look at Pillar's face and been disturbed. What she saw had been a girl entranced, almost excited.

The pretty mother and wife remembered the constant waves of fuck lust that had washed over her. As she remembered how the men had cleared the table and all began working on her naked body at once, her hand moved down over her flat belly and almost unconsciously, she slipped her hand down the front of her swimsuit, her fingers moving through her pussy hair and then encountering her sopping wet pussy.

Suzanne arched her back, moving her legs farther apart as she slipped a finger inside the hot, liquid depths of her cunt, gently caressing her clit. She groaned softly as she slithered her finger deep inside herself.

And that's when she heard the discreet cough.

Gasping, Suzanne quickly withdrew her finger from her swimsuit, turning to look at the open patio door.

"Uhhh, Hi Hon. I-I...well, I figured you might...might need some company. I didn't know that you were, well...uh, I mean that you were...were sunning yourself!" The man was obviously flustered.

Suzanne couldn't help but notice that there was a sizable lump in the mans slacks.

"Oh, H-Hi Dad. Yeah, I was just...just getting some sun!" She said, sitting up and taking off her sunglasses.

Suzanne's father in law had always been good to her, helping them with finances after they were married, and making her feel welcome into the family. His wife had died several years ago. Suzanne knew he was lonely, and oftentimes tried to include him in their outings and activities.

And now, her father in law had watched her masturbating. Damn! How long had he been there, she wondered. An awkward silence had fallen. Even as she continued to stare at John's swollen crotch, she realized that he was looking at her mostly exposed body.

And the realization of his arousal acted like a blast furnace on her sexual nature. She began to tremble as she felt the telltale symptoms of arousal. Her nipples were almost instantly hard, and Suzanne longed to rub between her legs.

"M-Maybe...maybe I'd better g-go." John said. "I don't wan't to bother you". He sounded so mournful, as if he'd done something wrong, that Suzannes heart went out to him.

Standing, she said "No John, please don't go. I-I think I need to talk." He had always been so understanding, and perhaps he would understand if she could tell him how she was feeling. But even as her mind said those things, she knew that she wanted him to stay because he was a man. Because he was a man who had become horny looking at her. And she loved him very much!

He looked at her for a second and then said "OK Honey, I can stay for a while if you'd like.

Suzanne walked across the patio and hugged her father in law, slipping her arms around his neck and putting her head on his shoulder.

He was a large man, and though he was thick, it was all muscle. Suzanne had always felt protected when around him. His hands were soft on the warmth of her back. With a sob of lust she felt the hardness between his legs pressing high on the inside of her thigh. She was both thrilled and terrified at the potential scenarios for the afternoon.

End of Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

John was stunned! He had come over expecting to fix the back gate and maybe visit with Suzanne a little if she felt like talking.

Fearing that she might be still asleep (after all, these young people nowadays seemed to sleep until the afternoon!) he had quietly let himself in. He had walked through the kitchen and dining area and was preparing to step out on to the patio when he was confronted with the sight of his gorgeous daughter in law spread out in front of him, wearing nothing but a bikini.

Suzanne was his favorite daughter in law, and in truth he cared for her much like his own daughter. She was beautiful, witty and had seemed to be the perfect wife for his son. From time to time he had allowed himself to fantasize about her, for he was quite lonely and very frustrated sexually since his wife had passed away.

And so he had stood, watching her sun herself, admiring her beautiful body. She had long tanned legs, and the french cut of her bikini didn't hide much of her body. Her calves were firm and her thighs swelled slightly. She had a very flat tummy. He felt his prick swelling as he looked at her breasts which seemed about to revolt and escape the material of her swim suit top.

As he watched, his eyes widened, for Suzanne began to slowly writhe on the lounge chair. At first, he thought she might be teasing him on purpose, but he knew that it would be impossible for her to see him from the the bright sun outside in to the dark dining room.

John licked his lips when he saw Suzanne's legs slowly fall apart. His eyes were glued to the material of her bikini bottom which was stretched tightly over the pouch of her pussy as her legs fell off the side of the chair.

He moved slowly forward, not realizing that his prick had gone from just thickening to an instant hard. He held his breath as he saw Suzanne's hand move down her belly and then under the waistband of her panties. When she groaned, John felt dizzy and unable to control the raging hardon in his slacks.

And then he coughed.

He was just recovering from bronchitis, and the cough escaped before he could stop it. Frozen, he saw Suzanne jump, yelping in surprise.

He'd try to gloss over the whole thing, but before he knew it, Suzanne had stood and now was in his arms. More than anything else in this world he wanted to move his hands down her back and fill his fingers with his daughter in law's incredible ass cheeks. But he didn't.

Suzanne was sobbing softly, and John misunderstood her sob of sexual desire for a sob of despair. John's natural compassion took over. But Suzanne was driving his cock crazy, rubbing herself on its hardness, not even realizing what she was doing, he was sure. He patted her back as his prick felt like a baseball bat between his legs.

Leading her into the den, John steered her towards the couch and, continuing to hold her, gently sat her down beside him.

"Hush now, Suzanne. Don't cry, honey, it will be OK. Why don't you tell me about it!" He was modestly patting her on the back. While his focus was primarily on soothing and comforting her, he couldn't ignore how soft the skin of her back was or the fact that she was sitting in front of him almost naked.

"Oh John, I-I don't think I can. I-I'm so ashamed, and I don't want you to think badly of me." Suzanne said, realizing that he thought she was crying from despair. She was genuinely moved by his tenderness. And that only added to the burning desire to make love to him. She knew he'd been lonely and she also knew that he had admired her for a long time.

"Suz, I won't think badly of you. You know that I love you. No matter what, that won't change." John meant every word.

"I've been going crazy the past few days." Suzanne began.

"I've been faithful to your son every since we married...until last weekend." she said.

"Oh Honey, I don't blame you for that. That was rape, you couldn't stop them. No one blames you..." He stopped as Suzanne put her fingers to his mouth. Even that innocent act made her shudder with desire for him as she felt his soft lips.

"Don't say anything, John. I know that no one blames me. But what happened is that I learned something that weekend. I resisted those men, but after a while...John, I began to like it. They did things to me that no one has ever done, and don't hate me for this...but I want those things to happen to me again. You know your son. He's into his career. And all this week I've been avoiding everyone I see because I know that if a man wanted me...he could have me. Do you understand what I am saying?"

John was stunned. His beautiful daughter in law was telling him that she needed sex! Damn, how was he going to handle this one. He'd be responsible of course, but thinking about this gorgeous creature being completely submissive sexually made his prick ache.

"Suzanne, I-well I think I understand. M-Maybe what we can do is to get you someone to talk to, you know a therapist. There are some very good peo..." Again he stopped as she again put her fingers against his lips.

Looking directly at him, Suzanne said "No John, its not therapy I need. I've been so afraid because I didn't know what to do. But the answer is very clear to me now. In fact, its sitting in front of me." She paused, allowing him to think about what she'd just said.

"I know you miss Amanda. She loved you much, John, and she was like a mother to me. But she was also like a sister and we traded secrets. I know that you and she were very loving and that you were a fantastic lover to her. John, she told me everything you did. And to be honest, I was jealous for a bit. You were so happy. But now she's gone."

Suzanne stood up in front of her father in law.

"I can't be Amanda, John. But you can make love to me and imagine that it's Amanda. I know you love me and that you find me attractive, John. And I need a man who will love me."

As the older man watched his sexy daughter in law, she reached behind her back and released her swim suit top, letting it fall to the floor. John couldn't believe how beautiful her breasts were. Suzanne was smiling warmly as she pushed her bottoms down off her hips. John's prick lurched as he realized that her pussy was bare and bald.

Suzanne leaned down and took his hand, her full, ripe breasts dangling before his mouth, nipples hard and just begging to be sucked. Pulling his hand between her legs, she whispered "John, I need you. Please don't disappoint me."

She looked so vulnerable that he could no longer resist. She was his son's wife, but apparently his son was not taking care of her. Well, if that young fool wouldn't, then John was damned sure going to do so. His hand cupped her pussy, and his middle finger wormed between her labia, finding her incredibly tight and wet. With his other hand he pulled her forward and took one of her breasts in his mouth, beginning to gently suck.

Suzanne threw her head back. "Ohhhh John...Yesssssss!" as she thrust her hips forward, impaling her bare cunt on his probing finger. It felt so damn good! He fingered her and she shuddered with wicked lust at the liquid sounds his probing finger were causing from her overheated pussy.

With a growl, the big bear of a man picked her up in his arms, his finger still inside her wet cunt, and carried her up the stairs. He pressed his mouth to hers and Suzanne put her arms around his neck as he effortlessly carried her to her bedroom.

Chapter Eight to be continued

Chapter Eight, Continued


Gently he put her down on the bed, and immediately Suzanne began frantically tearing at his clothes. Her arousal and passion for him made his lust explode and he helped rip off his clothes until he was standing before her completely naked.

Suzanne said with awe in her voice "Ohhh John, your prick! Your PRICK!" for she had never seen such a large cock. Reaching out with trembling hands she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing thickness.

"Ohhh Amanda, your hands feel so good. Yes Baby, stroke me like that!" the older man groaned as his daughter in law began masturbating his large, long prick. Suzanne didn't try to correct him, knowing that in his mind, the one whose hands were feeling his cock were his beloved Amanda.

Suzanne leaned forward and began licking round and round the dark purple head of his prick. She loved his taste, and she used the tip of her tongue to lave the sensitive edge of his cockhead. John was gasping and moaning. Reaching out, he gently cradled her head as he began dipping his cock inside the hot, wet, sucking mouth of his daughter in law.

Finally, he'd had enough. Suzanne was surprised when he pulled his mammoth cock from her mouth and shoved her back on the bed. But she squealed with delight when he jumped on top of her, spreading her legs in the process. His chest was squashing her breasts, her nipples hard and poking into his flesh. He raised himself into a push up position over his pretty daughter in law.

Looking into her eyes, he murmured "Suzanne, put your hand on me and guide me into your sweet little pussy."

Suzanne was eager to obey him, and her hand moved between their bodies and took his prick. She fit the gigantic head at the entrance to her pussy.

John moved forward slowly, steadily pushing his prick head inside of her. Suzanne felt when the head popped inside her cuntal canal. And then her father in law's pussy splitter was working its magic between her legs, as raw bolts of lust shot from the walls of her spread wide cunt up through her body to overload her brain.

Suzanne couldn't remember the last time she had been so wet, nor so aroused and turned on. She was stretched tight! And yet he continued to fill her snug wetness with his shaft until at last, his cockhead bumped her cervix and she felt his hairy balls nestled between her widespread ass cheeks.

Suzanne couldn't hold still. Slowly she writhed underneath the man, her head slowly whipping back and forth, her mouth open and rasping moans escaping as she arched her back.

And then John captured her hands and pulled them up above her head, pinning her hands there as he looked into her beautiful eyes.

"From now on, my dear sweet Suzanne..." She noticed that he got the name right this time, "Whenever you begin to feel horny and you can't control yourself, you come see me and I'll be sure to give you the hardest, longest lasting fucking I can."

And with that, Suzanne's father in law begn to slowly fuck his huge tool in and out of her sucking wetness. Within five minutes Suzanne was crying out and squirming, her hands still pinned above her head by one of his massive hands as her body felt the wave of a powerful orgasm running through her.

John felt the contractions and the rippling flow of her pussy muscles around his cock, but he didn't slow down. He had established a pace and continued to plow in and out of her body.

In another five minutes, Suzanne again experienced an orgasm. John then released her hands, and she wrapped them tight around his neck as she held on while he rhythmically fucked in and out of her continualy spasming pussy.

For the next twenty minutes, Suzanne was completely and totally fucked. At one point, John had pulled out, flipped her over, lifted her ass up so she was on her knees and had impaled her again on his prick. She had cum quickly, taking his cock deeper than anything had been inside her body.

Suzanne was clawing at the covers, muttering vague obscenities and entreaties for him to fuck her silly, to fill her pussy with his cum, to use her like the slut she was. She was babbling, not caring what she said, but giving into the desire to articulate her lust. She held her ass high, her legs spread to give him maximum thrust, for she loved feeling his huge member banging again and again against her pussy walls.

John had flipped her back over and, spreading and lifting her legs, he put them on his shoulders, bending the girl double. He pressed his mouth to hers and began fucking her savagely. Over and over he slammed inside of the girl. "Oh Amanda, I love your sweet, tight wet pussy. Baby, I'm going to flood you with my cum. Get ready, Honey, my cream is going to fill you up. Oh! Oh! OHHHHHH, Here it cums baby!"

And as Suzanne came once again, she felt John's prick rapidly swelling as he began pelting her cunt walls with splashes of his cum. Suzanne was sobbing and crying out, her fingernails scrathing his back, her hips trying to slam up to get every last centimeter of his cock inside her.

She was completely wanton underneath him, relishing the joy of being pinned to the bed and fucked by a real man. After she finally collapsed, John allowed her legs to fall to the side and he held her for almost fifteen minutes, stroking her hair and telling her how beautiful she was.

Finally, Suzanne looked up at John, again putting her arms around his neck.

"Daddy, do you promise to take my body whenever you want it, to fuck me when I need it, to finger me and lick me and do everything your heart desires to me? I want you to. Will you?" Suzanne could see that there was no hesitation as he replied.

"Yes Honey, I'll fuck you whenever you want it. But in return I want to use your body whenever I want it too."

She giggled. "OK Daddy, its a deal. And Daddy, I don't mind that while you were fucking me you were thinking about fucking Amanda."

He smiled. "Good thing Honey, because I'll probably be calling her name a lot. It's your body I'll be fucking, but in my mind I'll be shooting my cum inside Amanda's wet pussy."

And they fucked away the rest of the afternoon, John discreetly slipping away an hour before Suzanne's husband came home.

End of Chapter Eight

Thamuss, I have given the story 5 stars, and you write too well for me to ruin it by trying to add to it. I hope you are going to come back with more to this story; Is Suzanne going to take the pastor up on his offer of "private couselling"? Will she want to re-enact the gang rape with other men? (maybe while her hubby watches?) How about Becky, will we see how she responds to this? Don't stop now, I wanna see more of this story!

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