Chapter 11
On a Sunday afternoon three weeks after her dad's last poker party-the party he'd ended abruptly by kicking all the men out-the living room was once again filled with cigar smoke and the smell of beer. Men grumbled and guffawed, slapping their cards down on the table in either triumph or disgust. A half dozen men had showed up for the party, but noticeable by their absence were the two men who had picked up Sandy after the last party and taken her to the woods to be raped.
Sandy chuckled internally over the absence of her two rapists. They weren't such big shots now, were they. Now they were paying for what they'd done to her by missing out on one fine party. In fact, they'd probably never show their ugly, smirking faces around this house again, afraid her dad would punch them out or shoot them or something for molesting her. Too bad for them-they'd be missing a lot of fun parties in the future.
"Hey, honey, I need a refill," said one of the men.
"Coming right up, sir."
Sandy scampered into the kitchen for more bottles of fresh, cold beer from the refrigerator. She could feel the eyes of all the men on her wiggling, bikini-clad ass. As she entered the kitchen, she overheard one of the men say, "Fine girl."
Her dad had bought her a new, white string -bikini, which contrasted beautifully with the deep bronze of her sun-tanned skin, and which showed off much more of her voluptuous young body than it hid. The titcups barely covered her nipples. The panties revealed half her asscrack in back and the upper fringes of her golden pussy-fur in front. She could tell that all the men were just about coming in their pants at the sight of her.
Back in the living room, the man who'd asked for the refill stroked her smooth lower back with a sweaty hand as she poured beer into his glass. She stood closer to him than she had to, giving him a whiff of her young skin and shoving her turgid young tits in his face. As his fingers toyed with the upper end of her asscrack and started to slide down into her panties, she giggled and pulled away.
"Anybody else need a refill?" she asked, and several men drained their glasses and called out. Her dad winked at her, a wry grin on his face. He wasn't jealous of the lusting attention the other men gave her today, because he knew she was his-all his. In fact, the attention of the men on her and their lack of attention on the poker game was winning her dad piles of money. At the rate he was going, he was going to clean them all out.
"So what's with that dog collar?" one of the men asked for the third time. "Come on, tellus."
All the men were curious about the studded dog collar, which Sandy was wearing for the party without an attached leash or chain. "Like I said, you figure it out," her dad said.
"Whose deal?"
"I think she's trying to be one of them punks you see on the streets downtown," said the man. "Next thing you know she'll chop off all her pretty blonde hair and dye what's left of it organge or purple."
His hand stroked her hair and his fingers trailed down her back.
Sandy giggled, moving away from him to pour beer for the next man at the table.
"Is that what that collar is, honey?" her dad asked with a wink. "You gonna become a punk rocker on me?"
"Only if you tell me to," Sandy said. "Whatever you say, I'll do."
The men cheered appreciatively.
"Wish my daughter was that respectful of her old man," said one of the players. "Maybe I oughta ship her over here for training in respect."
"Send her over," Sandy's dad said. "I'll teach her a thing or two."
The poker game continued.
"Shit, I'm cleaned out," said one of the men a few minutes later. He slapped down his cards. "Guess I'll just sit here and watch."
He took a gulp of beer and turned his attention exclusively toward Sandy.
"Anybody not playing, leaves the premises," her dad said. "House rules. You wanna stick around, you play the game."
"But I'm out, flat broke."
"Then go home and get more money," Sandy's dad said.
"Hell!" said the man, pushing away from the table. "Maybe I'll be back, maybe I won't." You'll be back, thought Sandy's dad as the man stomped toward the front door and took one last, lusting look at Sandy before he barged through it. You'll be back because you can't get enough of the sight of her, or the smell of her. Her dad pulled in more of his winnings, and dealt more cards.
Two hours later, all the men except Sandy's dad were half drunk and were getting rowdy. They'd all lost their shirts to Sandy's dad, and each of them had left the party at least once, and in some cases twice, only to return shortly with more cash for the poker game. They were all so distracted by Sandy as she played hostess for them, or as she sat in her dad's lap, her arms around his neck, that her dad not only won most of the hands, but from time to time he was able to sneak off into the kitchen to lock most of his winnings in his new kitchen safe. Having banked all that money, he was starting to get greedy. He didn't want to risk losing a cent of his windfall-which now totaled, he estimated, the equivalent of about a month's wages at work-so he put his back-up plan into action, a plan he'd originally intended to use only if he himself had been cleaned out.
"I'll bet a kiss from the girl," Sandy's dad announced.
The men laughed at first, then quieted down when they realized he was being serious. For the first time today, they suddenly seemed genuinely interested in the game.
"Then I'll bet a kiss from me," the next man said.
"Who'd want a kiss from you?" said Sandy's dad, and all the other men muttered in agree-ment. "You guys gotta stick with cash-unless any of you've got a girl of your own to throw in the pot."
"The stakes are all right by me," said one of the men. He'd been groping his hard dick through his pants throughout the game. He licked his lips, drooling at the sight of Sandy.
"They're all right with me too," said another player.
Sandy giggled, wiggling about the room in anticipation of a kiss. The shameless lust of all these dirty old men for her excited her. She was getting off on their attention and desire, and she enjoyed having her lips wagered in a poker game.
For the first time today, the men started play-ing the game in earnest, slapping down bills and coins as her dad saw their bets and raised them with promises of kisses and other favors from Sandy. Sandy's dad won a few more hands, then lost one. The winner of the hand pushed his chair away from the table and Sandy slid onto his lap. She giggled as they kissed.
She felt his hardon throbbing against her leg through his pants. His sweaty hands slid all over her belly and back as he flapped his fat, beer-pickled tongue in her mouth. All the men watched him enjoy his prize, then demanded to get on with the game. A few minutes later, Sandy was squirming in another man's lap as he felt her up and licked out her throat. The game continued, the stakes getting higher for her dad as the men demanded that he bet more of Sandy than kisses.
He wagered her bikini halter--and lost. She sat in the lap of the man who'd won the hand as he fumbled with the knot in her halter. When the titcups slid off her cherries, the growl-ing man buried his face between her voluptuous boobs, smothering himself in her warm, silky- smooth tit-flesh. He got her nipples in his mouth and sucked.
Sandy saw stars. She squirmed, her pussy oozing juice as it fluttered with itchy contrac-tions. As the man continued to suck, Sandy shimmied her legs together and brought herself off. All the men watched open-mouthed and bug-eyed as she writhed with pleasure. Some pussyjuice trickled from under the crotch of her panties, and all the men saw it when she spread her legs.
For the next hand, the men demanded that her dad bet her panties. He did, and he lost again.
Sandy stood next to the table, quivering as a man peeled off her panties. He shoved the wet panties under his nose and simultaneously groped her golden-furred cunt. He slipped a fat finger up her pussy, making her gasp and squirm. He pulled the finger out of her and sucked it clean. As he sucked on the wet crotch of her panties, he finger-fucked her again, his finger pistoning between her legs, her juices frothing out and dribbling into his hand. In less than a minute, with the eyes of all the men on her, Sandy was coming again.
Her dad bet a blowjob. Luck had turned against him. Minutes later, Sandy knelt between the spread legs of a man as he sat in his chair, her blonde head bobbing as her pink lips rippled up and down around the shaft of his veiny cock. He had about eight inches, and Sandy swallowed it easily, being accustomed to blow-ing the ten-inch prick of her dad. Other men around the table pulled out their cocks and slowly jerked off as they watched the naked young vixen munch on the sweaty cock of the grunting man. When he came, she cooed, guzzl-ing down every drop of his slimy spunk. She licked her lips, hungry for more.
Her dad bet her pussy-and lost.
She sat in the lap of a panting fat man, her arms around his neck, her boobs bouncing in his face as she jerked up and down on his rigid cock. He'd pulled his cock and balls out the fly of his pants, and Sandy's pussy-spit dribbled down his swollen balls as her seething cunt slid relentlessly up and down his cock. She tightened her cunt each time she fucked down, and the man's eyes nearly popped out from his pleasure. He licked her tits and sucked her nipples. His cock turned to steel inside her and started to buck and quiver. As he grunted, shooting his spunk up her pussyhole, Sandy went into spasms of her own. Her pussy gnawed his quivering cock and he nearly fell off his chair from the intensity of the sensations her pussy gave him. "I want her asshole!" a man growled. "Let's quit this game shit! I'll just pay for it! Here!" He threw a handful of bills across the table at Sandy's dad, who snatched them up.
"She's all yours," her dad said.
The man pulled off all his clothes. His cock was an uncut eight-incher, and leaking fucklube like a cow's spittle. He had fat tits and a hairy paunch. He lifted Sandy onto the table, posi-tioning her on her hands and knees. Then he climbed up on the table behind her.
The game was officially over, the cards swept to the floor. The men handed over all their remaining money to Sandy's dad and pulled off their clothes. Each man sported a raging hardon, which he jerked as he watched the man on the table mount Sandy from behind and force his dripping cock up her asshole.
Sandy's blue eyes rolled back, glazed over with lust. She wiggled her ass, stimulating the man to fuck. Her tits felt like heavy balloons filled with hot water as they dangled under her. As the grunting man drove his cock up her asshole, as his hairy paunch banged against her waving asscheeks, all the other men pressed close around her, watching her being assfucked and beating their cocks like randy teenage boys at a peep show.
Sandy's dad slipped into the kitchen and stashed the haul of cash in the kitchen safe. When he returned from the kitchen, he was naked and holding Sandy's leash. He pushed his way through the men crowding around the table and attached the leash to Sandy's dog collar. The men muttered and swore, not believing what they were seeing. The man ramming his cock up Sandy's asshole grabbed the free end of the leash and bared his teeth. He started to strap her ass with the strip of leather.
Sandy whined as the leash cut across her tender flesh. As the man fucking her got more excited, he cracked the leash across her back. Welts flared up, throbbing with fire. Sandy wailed, grinding her asshole around and around the man's knifing cock. It hurt, but she loved the pain.
The excited onlookers started pinching Sandy's nipples and flanks. A man got up on the table in front of her and forced his cock down her throat. He grabbed her blonde hair and yanked her head up and down as he fucked her mouth. Both he and the man reaming out Sandy's asshole were growling like dogs. Somebody jammed some fingers up Sandy's cunt.
Sandy hardly knew anymore where she was or what was happening to her. She was aware only of cocks stuffed in her asshole and mouth, of fingers pinching her and fingers jerking in her cunt, of a leather strap cracking across her back and ass and sending streams of fire through her flesh. Wet tongues slobbered on her feet. Electric teeth gnawed her toes. She couldn't stand it anymore. Her body shuddered as if she were being electrocuted and her loins exploded inside. Flashbulbs went off in her skull.
"Look at her comel" a voice muttered. "Goddamn!"
The man ramming his cock up her spasming shithole sounded as if he were being tortured as much as Sandy. He rutted in a frenzy, grunting like a bull, skinning his cock alive in Sandy's contracting asshole. The blubber of his paunch quivered and his head snapped back. His eyes rolled deliriously as he pumped his jism up Sandy's red-hot bowels.
"Ahhhhhl" he bellowed. "Awwwwwww!" Sandy saw stars. The spasms ripping through her body melted her inside. She felt the spurts of hot spunk in her guts, felt the cock in her throat start to shudder. The man fucking her mouth groaned, grunted, ejaculated. Sandy gagged on the potent taste of his steaming cum, but she didn't waste a drop of it as her throat swallowed mechanically and she guzzled the slimy fluid down her gullet.
She was surrounded by a pack of lusting goats during the rutting season. She was still twitching from her orgasm when she was pulled down on her back on the table and her ass pulled to the edge of it. Stepping up between her legs, a man shoved his cock into her pussy. As he fucked her, other men held her legs wide and licked her calves and feet. Men leaned over the table and sucked her tits. A man got up on the table and sat on her face, making her lick his sweaty balls and asscrack. Without being told to, she slipped her tongue up the man's asshole and licked it out. Within moments, the man she was rimming started shooting off, spurting hot wads of jism all over her tits as the other men jumped out of the way of his flying cum. The sight of Sandy eating out an asshole stimulated the man fucking her to a quick orgasm, and he groaned as he shot his load into Sandy's womb.
"You guys don't have any imagination," Sandy's dad said. He rescued her from the clutches of the other men and pulled her off the table. "Come on, bitch-girl, let's go for a walk."
Sandy crawled like a dog as her dad walked her on the end of her leash. Jism leaked from her reamed-out asshole and pussy. When her dad ordered it, she kissed the feet of the men as they stood watching her and beating their cocks. He ordered her to lick their toes, and she did. He ordered her to clean up their sweaty balls, and she scoured her tongue on seven sets of hairy balls-including those of her dad -licking them all clean.
"You've got her trained better than any dog I ever saw," said a man.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," her dad said. "Suck, bitch, suck!"
He tugged on her leash.
On her knees, Sandy went down on the cock of the man nearest her. Using all her skill at sucking cock, she brought the man to a gushing climax in seconds. His hot spunk ran down her gullet and pooled in her stomach; and she went on to the next man, sucking him off just as quick. She sucked cock until she'd drunk the cum of all the men except her dad, and when she'd finished with them, all the men still had hardons. It was as if by sucking them off, she'd made them even hornier.
"What a bitch!" said a man, and the rest of the men echoed his words.
"Who likes girl-piss?" asked her dad.
As her dad stood by, holding her leash, Sandy stood on the table, her legs slightly spread, and she released a golden shower from her golden crotch. The hot piss ran down her legs and splashed on the table top. The entranced men pressed close around her, their noses almost touching her pussy as the piss hissed from between her furry blonde twatlips. A man shoved his face under the piss-spray and opened his mouth. Immediately, all the other men tried to get a taste of her piss too.
Smirking, Sandy wiggled her ass, spraying her golden piss all over the adoring, upturned faces of the men, squirting piss into their mouths. Having drunk several bottles of beer herself, and not having pissed in hours, she delivered the men an endless load of bladder-juice, which they caught in their open mouths, or lapped up off her legs or the table top. As she squeezed out the last golden drops, several mouths sucked at her crotch, trying to extract the last taste of girl-piss from her furry muff. As he sucked, one of the men ripped out some of her cunt-hairs with his teeth.
"Ouch!" Sandy jumped. "Damn you!" She could have hit him.
"Quiet!" her dad shouted, and Sandy didn't say another word. She'd learned to obey her father.
"Wouldn't she look pretty with a shaved pussy," said the man who'd ripped out her cunt-hairs.
Her dad considered for a moment. "Hey, I never thought of that. Maybe you guys got more imagination than I gave you credit for."
They dragged Sandy into her own bedroom and used her own nylon stockings to bind her, spread-eagled, between the four posts of her bed. She was starting to get nervous, surrounded by all these lusting, grinning men with their yellow teeth and billyclub cocks, and she started to complain. Her dad ordered her to shut up, but she couldn't--she was too nervous. Her dad stuffed a wadded-up nylon stocking in her mouth, and tied another stocking around her head to gag her. And there she lay, spread-eagled and gagged, her tits and belly and crotch exposed and completely vulnerable as the seven lusting, cock-beating men gawked at her as if she were some kind of circus freak.
Her dad reached between her legs and yanked out a small tuft of pussy-hair with his fingers. Sandy arched up, crying out into her gag, fire shooting through her twatlips.
"Didn't we read something about golden fleece when we were school kids?" her dad asked. "You ain't gonna find fleece more gold than this."
Beating their cocks with one hand, the men started using their free hands to pluck pussy-hairs from Sandy's cunt. Her toes clutched and all the muscles of her body tensed with each tuft of hair ripped from her throbbing pussy. She arched up, screaming bloody murder into her gag, and she came near to passing out as the men quickened their pussy-plucking, ripping out her hairs and stuffing the hairs into their mouths to suck on like chewing tobacco. As she writhed, going out of her mind from the fire in her cuntlips, the men beat their dicks faster and faster.
She had only a few hairs left on her pussy when the jism started flying. One cock shot hot cum on her belly, and within moments three more cocks were splatting jism against her. Suddenly, all seven cocks were firing at once, and the air became saturated with the scent of jism.
Cum splashed between Sandy's legs, ran down between her naked pussylips like hot spit. Cum fell on her tits, splashed her in the face. Cum ran down her belly in slimy trickles. She was drowning in the stuff, and her pussy was pounding with fire. A man started pinching at her plucked pussylips, stretching them like rubberbands and letting them snap back, and soon all the men were pinching at her pussy. The fire reached an unbearable pitch in Sandy's loins, and she melted into spasms of pleasure, her spread-eagled body writhing, her fingers and toes clutching. Cum continued to splash on her as she came.
Her dad cut her loose, ungagged her, and dragged her into the bathroom. He forced her into the tub. Nylon stockings dangled in shreds from her wrists and ankles. Her leash dangled from her dog collar. All the men stared down at her.
She lay on the floor of the tub, squirming like a worm, delirious from all that was happening to her. Seven men crowded next to the tub, their big, floppy cocks dangling over her like hoses and, one by one, piss began streaming from each of their pricks.
Sandy gasped as the streams of hot male piss splashed on her naked flesh. As the piss began to pool in the tub, as she bathed in it and showered, she opened her mouth to drink it, spread her legs to let it wash between the tingling slabs of her plucked pussy. She reached between her legs, hauled apart her pussylips, and let the men squirt piss on the raw pink meat of her open crotch.
Piss splashed in her face, shot into her open mouth, ran between her parted twatlips, washed the sticky cum off her tits and belly and flanks. She was drowning in male piss, and as she reveled in the sensation, she shoved a few fingers up her cunt and started to jerk off.
Her dad crouched down next to the tub. He pulled her hand away from her crotch and stuffed some of his fingers up her pussy. Piss splashed on the back of his hairy hand. He forced more fingers into her, then his thumb. As she squirmed and gasped, he kept pushing his fingers in deeper, past his knuckles, deeper and deeper. Sandy's pussy had never been stretched so open, even by his ten-inch cock. Suddenly, his hand disappeared inside her.
The men muttered in disbelief and started beating off in a frenzy of excitement. Sandy groaned, watching with disbelief herself as her dad's hand slid deeper into her cunt until half his forearm was buried inside her. His hand twisted slowly inside her, his hairy forearm stretching her naked pussylips and gaping crotch-hole as they'd never been stretched before.
"Oh, Daddy!" Sandy moaned. "Make me feel it! Oh yes!"
Her dad's fist and arm churned, slowly pleasuring her. She watched the fists of the six men above her pounding their dripping, purple -knobbed cocks. Their lube dripped on her. Her excitement surged.
As she came, she whined like a cat, grinding her cunt on her dad's hard and forearm. Above her, the cocks of six men began erupting and raining jism down on her in heavy, sizzling splats.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yessss!"
Her dad churned his arm in her pussy.