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Subject: {ASSM} Daddy's Little Whore Ch.11 by Rachael Ross (M/f+, f/f, Teen, First, Anal, WS, Drugs )
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Daddy's Little Whore

Copyright 2006-2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only.
Story Codes: M/f+, f/f, Teen, First, Anal, WS, Drugs

Note: This is the Eleventh chapter in a multi-chapter story and so you
should read the first 10 chapters first, or I fear this will make
little sense plot-wise. -rr

Daddy's Little Whore
by rache

Chapter Eleven - Going Down


I'll bet you thought this story was going to have a happy ending,
didn't you. Because I'm so pretty, and I'm so smart. Maybe because I'm
oh so 15 years old and nothing bad ever happens to girls like me. But
it does. Bad things happen all the time, every day to people like you,
and people like me.

My Daddy didn't come to my bed, not that afternoon. He left me there,
alone and crying, the way he had to I suppose, because that was who he
was. My dad. So what could I do? I couldn't stay there, in that house
with him. As much as I loved my dad and I longed to take care of him,
I really was going crazy. I was becoming depressed, although I didn't
know it. And something bad was coming if I wasn't careful, if I didn't
watch my step.

I called Deke, because that was why God made boyfriends, so they could
drop whatever they were doing and come pick me up when I really needed
it. And right then I needed to get away. I needed to run and hide,
because if I saw him again, if he rejected me one more time, I
promised myself I'd make him sorry. And there's only one sure way of
doing that when you're 15 years old...Unless you run away.

=-=-=-=-=

Deke was a block away when I rounded the corner, carrying my purse and
a backpack stuffed with junk that I couldn't live without, but that's
a lie. The only thing I couldn't live without was staying behind, and
he didn't even know I was gone yet.

"What's up, baby?" Deke smiled at me when I got in his car. I hadn't
told him much, except that he needed to come get me.

"Me." And I leaned over, putting a hand behind his head and I kissed
him hard. "I want to fuck." I whispered in his mouth, licking across
his lips and giggling. "And I want to work, tonight. Make some money."

"Shit." Deke blinked at me. "You high?"

"Not yet." I smiled at him. "You got something?"

"Uh, yeah...I got to get you home. What the fuck's wrong with you?"

"Don't take me home, Deke." I stared into his eyes. "Anywhere but
there, okay?"

"We'll go to my place." He said after thinking about it for a few
seconds. "Your friend's there anyway, maybe help you chill some."

"What friend?"

"Debbie." Deke pulled into traffic, taking us away finally. "She's a
real freak too."

I laughed at that, not knowing what he meant or why Debbie would still
be at Deke's place on a Sunday night, but I didn't really care. My
heart was beating hard and I'd just become a runaway. The only home I
had now was with Deke, for as long as he'd keep me. He'd never said
anything about me moving in with him, but then he could always find me
a place. I had about 15 grand in my backpack, plus the bracelet I was
wearing, that would be worth something. He could set me up in an
apartment maybe, but truthfully I hadn't even thought that far ahead.

My dad was gonna be sorry now, I thought. He'd realize how much he
really needed me, how much he missed me. I hope he thought about me
every time he jerked off in the shower, wondering where I was, who I
was fucking. If I was even alive or not, that would be good for him.
Just what he deserved. He could have held me, even if he didn't want
to do anything else, he could have just laid down with me and kissed
me. We could have talked. But he wouldn't even do that much. I hated
him.

"I got caught sneaking in this morning." I told Deke, undoing the
seatbelt so I could lean back against the door, pulling up my legs and
facing him.

"By who, your old man?" Deke looked at me and I nodded. "He pissed?"

"A little." I shrugged. "I told him I was at a party, it was cool. He
thinks I was fucking my boyfriend." Deke gave me a look and I laughed.
"Not you! I made one up for him."

"Mmmm cool." Deke nodded.

"Anyway, I can hang out with you for awhile, right? Stay at your
place?" I asked him.

"Long as your cool, baby." Deke nodded. "What's your dad gonna do?"

"Call the cops." I said, because I had no doubts that he'd be looking
for me.

"Ah, that's bad." Deke shook his head.

"Why?" I laughed. "Not like they're gonna find me. I'll just stay at
your place, and work the hotels. They ain't gonna go door to door in
your neighborhood, come on."

Deke didn't say anything and I wasn't sure what he was thinking about.

"Or hey, let's go spend some money. We could go someplace, take a
trip. I'll pay." I giggled and I did feel kind of high. "Where do you
wanna go? Vegas? Disney World? They wouldn't ever look for me there.
How many girls run away to Disney World?"

"Shit." Even Deke had to laugh at that.

"You got any cigarettes?" I asked, opening his ashtray, which was
totally clean.

"You don't smoke." Deke made a face.

"I wanna learn." I grinned and opened the glove compartment.
"Whoa...shit! What's this?" I pulled a pistol out, a big black one.

"Put that back in there." Deke reached over, taking it out of my hands
and putting it back where it came from. Slapping the glove compartment
closed.

"You got a gun?" I was smiling at him.

"Yeah, so just forget about that shit." Deke shook is head. "I'm just
holding it for somebody."

"Can I shoot it?" I asked, just teasing him.

"Fuck." He looked at me. "I liked you better when you were just a
school girl talkin' smack in the back of my car."

"What? Instead of a whore talkin' smack in the front of your car?" I
laughed at him. "Everybody liked me better. My dad, my friends, now
you. I didn't change." I stared at Deke, daring him not to believe me.
"Everybody else did, not me."

"You say so, Sammie." Deke said softly. "You say so."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hey, you cleaned the place up." I smiled and dropped my bags on the
carpet. We were back in Deke's house, in his dad's fancy recreation
room and it looked immaculate.

"Nah." Deke snorted. "Maid service. I had to pay extra cause it was
Sunday."

"I hope you tipped 'em good, it looks nice." I walked over to the bar
like I owned the place. "Where's that champagne stuff at?"

"Chill box, underneath on the left side." Deke was taking off his
jacket and walking over to turn on the stereo, digging through the
remotes til he found the one he was looking for.

"Open this." I said, because I'd brought a bottle over to him. Some
music started playing, soft stuff, real sweet and Deke took the bottle
from me, unwrapping the foil while I looked through the video
collection on the shelves.

"You got any porn?" I asked him. "I never saw a porn video."

"You ain't gonna find none there." Deke laughed, popping the top and
bringing the bottle to his mouth as the wine bubbled over.

"What about upstairs?" I smiled, coming back to him and putting my
hand on his chest.

"Maybe." He grinned at me, putting the bottle to my lips and pouring
it slowly into my mouth.

"If you got a camera we could make one of our own." I giggled, wiping
my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Mmmm...We can do that, baby." Deke was all relaxed now that we were
safe and sound in his house, and I was glad. He'd worried me a bit in
his car. "You wanna see what you look like all fucked up on my big
dick?"

"Uh-huh..." I moved a little for him, just dancing cause the music was
nice and I could feel that champagne warming my tummy.

"Damn." Deke took another drink from the bottle while he watched me.
"You know how fine you are?"

"How fine am I?" I giggled, pulling my t-shirt up a little, letting
him see just the bottom of my tits.

"Too fine to be dancing by yourself, shit!" Michael's voice surprised
me and I turned to see him and Debbie coming in.

He was just wearing a pair of white boxers and his black body was
hard. I could have looked at him all day, all muscles and smooth with
hardly any hair at all. He was definitely hot and I crooked a finger
at him, beckoning him to come closer.

"Dance with me then, show me how to do it." I giggled.

"Debbie's gonna dance with ya, I gotta talk to Deke for a minute."
Michael grinned at me. "But I'll be back for you, baby."

"Hey, Sammie." Debbie was smiling at me and I smiled back while
Michael and Deke walked off towards the bar.

She was wearing a man's dress shirt, white and blue pinstriped, that
came down to her knees, and the rolled up sleeve were oversized and
baggy on her arms. Underneath that I didn't now if she had panties on
or not, but it didn't seem like it as I caught a glimpse of her thin
dark pubic hair when she came towards me. She looked really cute now,
I thought and I was surprised by how much she seemed to have changed
over the past few days. At school she'd looked...average. But standing
there dressed as she was, with her long black hair unbrushed like a
wild mane around her face, she seemed anything but average.

We were dancing together, but not really dancing, just kind of moving
close. I was wearing that same red t-shirt I'd worn all day, and I'd
put my hipsters back on, soft sort of imitation suede pants that
stretched around my hips, really clinging tight to my body. They
showed off my ass nice, I thought, and my long legs.

"Hey, do you remember last night?" I asked her, not knowing exactly
what I wanted to say, or how I wanted to say it.

"Yeah." Debbie laughed. "I remember everything."

"Everything?" I looked in her eyes and licked my lips.

And then we were kissing, dancing slow and close, and our bodies
moving against each other. I figured we'd have to talk or something,
like figure out what we'd done and why, but now I knew we didn't have
to. I wasn't a lesbian, and I didn't think Deb was either, we just
liked each other. I'd always liked her and I didn't know why. I didn't
even care why.

I put my hands on her hips, feeling that silky shirt moving back and
forth over her slender body. She was maybe an inch taller than me,
that's all, and we just turned our heads a little. Her tongue was so
soft, like a cloud in my mouth, warm and soft, making me tingle all
over as I played with it. Debbie was holding my ass, her fingers
squeezing me through my pants and then moving around to the front,
unbuttoning them, opening them up slowly. I wriggled a little, helping
her to undress me and I lifted my foot, stepping on the cuff of the
right leg so I could pull my foot free.

We moved down, as if by silent agreement, sinking down to the soft
carpet and we continued undressing. Debbie pulled my t-shirt over my
head so my breasts were pulled taut and then falling free. I
unbuttoned her shirt, finding nothing underneath but her warm soft
body. I touched her breasts, petting across Deb's skin while she
pulled my panties down. I lifted my butt and giggled softly, feeling
my heart thumping as we were both suddenly wonderfully naked.

"You're so beautiful, Sammie." Debbie kissed my shoulder. "How come
you like me?"

"What?" I stroked her hair and then kissed her head, close to her ear,
smelling the girl and sighing as she kissed the top of my left breast.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Debbie whispered.

"Yeah." I lifted her face in my hands, looking into those marvelous
dark blue eyes. "You're pretty, Deb." And I kissed her hard, pulling
her on top of me so that I was on my back and her hard nipples were
pressed against mine. We moved our legs, sliding our feet back and
forth, mimicking our hands as we explored each other.

Debbie moved her thigh up so that it pressed against my pussy and I
became suddenly aware of how wet and hot I'd become. I rubbed my sex
against her and moved a hand down her soft tummy, down to feel her
pussy, and she was just as excited as I was. I felt her clit, longer
than mine, standing stiff and Deb moaned as I touched it, a little
shiver going through her. I rubbed my fingers lower, finding her pussy
so humid and eager, her rubbery labia parting easily as I slipped a
finger inside her, twisting my hand and curling it. She felt so much
like me inside, but different too. The contours both familiar and
exciting with their subtle differences. I fingered her gently and then
hard as she sucked my tongue and jerked her hips.

I wanted to taste her then, to lick and suck her pussy. I'd never done
it, and never wanted to before, but now I did. I moved, pulling away
from Deb's gasping mouth and turning so that we were on our sides and
I put my chin on her left thigh, my mouth at her sex. It was so
pretty, a small pink hole surrounded by plump folds of darker skin.
Her clit was soft pink and I kissed it gently, while my fingers played
with her cunt, spreading her so I could see the bright pink interior.

She was doing the same, I could feel her breath on my skin, tickling
me, and her tongue touched my clit, licking across it slowly so that I
arched my back with pleasure. It was our first time, for both of us,
our first experience with another girl and we were going slow. There
wasn't any hurry and we were looking and touching, finding all the
soft places that made us gasp when they were kissed, or licked, or
caressed. I'd never felt anything so beautiful, so perfect. Having sex
with a man seemed clumsy and almost violent by comparison. This was so
very much different that I think if Debbie had been my first lover,
I'd have never had a man in my life. I wouldn't have needed one.

Oh!" Debbie gave a gasp, a small one and a little squirt of juice
splashed into my open mouth, and then another as she trembled in my
arms. She was cumming and really cumming, like a guy almost, but
different. Her cum just sprayed out and I covered her sex quickly with
my open mouth, spreading her lips with my tongue like I was French
kissing her cunt and Debbie hunched her hips, grinding herself against
me until it was over two or three minutes later.

Shortly after that it was my turn as Debbie worked my pussy with her
tongue, finding a way to do it that was good for both of us, and
better than anything I'd felt before. Even Deke, who was pretty good
with his mouth, couldn't compare to Debbie. She had me crying almost
as I came hard for her, clamping my thighs against her flushed cheeks
and shaking with pleasure. It was blinding and I feel in love all over
again and again and again.

We didn't stop either, there was nothing else we wanted to right then,
but make each other cum and swallow as much of it as we could.
Sometimes we lost ourselves, in each other, or sometimes just in
ourselves. And sometimes we would make a game of it, copying each
other's movements as much as were able, gasping and laughing and
moaning. We rolled around, pulling and pushing each other to touch and
kiss everywhere. I fingered Debbie's little pink anus, licking around
my finger as I pushed it inside her, only to squeal with delight as
she returned the favor. Fingering my ass deeply while we sucked each
other's clits until they became too sensitive for such rough
attentions.

We were there an hour, perhaps longer, I'm not sure, but finally we
slowly finished, moving so we were once again face to face with our
breasts pressed flat between us. We kissed softly, tasting ourselves
and sharing our most recent orgasms between our wriggling tongues. We
were smiling and happy and our bodies damp with sweat.

"I love you." I told her, because right then I did.

"I love you too." Debbie smiled. "My tongue is numb."

I laughed at her and nodded. "My lips too."

"What are you doing?" Debbie blinked and she was looking off to my
left. "Is that a camera?"

"Handycam baby!" Michael was grinning as he filmed us. "All digital."

"Well, make sure you get this." I said, and then I took Debbie's face
in my hands and I kissed her deep, my tongue working as far into her
mouth as I could get it. I wanted to reach her tonsils; I wanted her
to swallow my tongue. I fucked her mouth with it, holding her to me
and not letting go until we were red-faced and desperate for air.

"Wow!" Debbie gasped her eyes wide as she smiled at me.

"We need some champagne." I giggled. "I'm hot."

"Oh yeah." Debbie nodded, getting off of me slowly. "And one of those
pills maybe, that ecstasy stuff."

I laughed at her. "We don't need that." I said. "I think we're pretty
relaxed already."

"Yeah..." Deb shrugged. "...maybe." She sounded like she really wanted
one, so I just shrugged too. It was up to her, she didn't need me to
baby-sit her anymore, that was for sure. I wasn't qualified for the
job anyway, not anymore.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Are you going home tonight?" I asked Debbie. We were sitting in the
hot tub, me and her, with Michael between us. We were all naked and
sitting very close, Debbie and I both had our hands on his penis,
playing as much with each other as with him.

"Nope." Debbie shook her head.

"Aren't you gonna get in trouble?" I sipped some more champagne,
deciding I was going to be addicted to that stuff.

"Probably." Debbie shrugged. "My dad will be pissed, but I don't care.
He just wants to fuck me anyway."

"Shit." Michael grunted.

"Seriously. You know what he does? He spanks me, no, he whips me.
That's what he does, with his belt, for no reason at all." She took a
drink. "Whips my bare butt and then afterwards he goes in the bathroom
and jerks off."

"Yeah?" Michael narrowed his eyes. "You serious?"

"Uh-huh, but check this out. He leaves the door open, so I can see him
doing it." She laughed.

"Does he ever do anything else?" I asked, feeling a little excited at
the scene in my head. "Um, touch you or kiss you?"

"No, nothing like that. But he wants to. He's been jerking off ever
since I can remember. Like when I was 5 or something, he'd jerk off
while I was sleeping and if I woke up he'd spank me and tell me I was
a slut for making him do it. Like it was my fault he's a perv."

"That's fucked up." Michael decided.

"A five year old slut, yeah. So I'm a slut. I've always been a
slut..." She grinned at Michael and her fingers moved up and down his
cock, sliding over my fingers as I held him too. "...I just never got
to prove it until now."

"You're a fine ass slut, Deb." He kissed her gently. "You're a genuine
bitch."

"Thank you." She giggled. "So my dad will just have to jerk off
without me tonight."

"I wanna fuck my dad." I said and the other two looked at me, not sure
if I was joking or not. "Seriously, I do. I tried to fuck him today,
this morning. And I tried this afternoon too."

"You want to have sex with him?" Debbie looked at me like I was crazy.

"Yeah." I smiled. "I want to marry him. Have his babies. I want to be
his wife, not his daughter."

"Now that's a freak!" Michael laughed at me.

"He won't do it though." I finished my champagne and held out my glass
so Michael could refill it.

"Why not?" Deb asked me, getting hers topped off too.

"Cause he's my dad, I guess. I don't know." I sighed. "He just wants
to be...my dad."

"I wish he was my dad." Debbie blinked and then laughed. "I'll trade
with you in a heartbeat. I hate my dad."

"You got kids, Michael?" I looked at him.

"Nope." He smiled at me. "I ain't makin' none either, so you two ho's
better stop jackin' my shit less you got some plans."

"I love it when they talk like that." I laughed. "You two ho's..." I
rolled my eyes.

"We're ho-ho's" Debbie giggled. "And here's a Twinkie..." She squeezed
Michael's cock hard, making him sit up suddenly.

"Yo, that ain't funny." He said, but he was smiling. She didn't
squeeze him that hard.

"So you ain't gonna fuck us?" I rubbed my tits against Michael and he
grinned at me.

"Let me some more of that lesbian girl-on-girl shit first. That was
serious." He took my wine glass from me. "Get up here, like this..."

Michael had me sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, with my legs in the
water, spread wide so Debbie could stand up and bend over at the
waist, licking my pussy. The water came up just a few inches short of
her pussy like that and Michael got behind her, working his nice black
cock around her pussy for a few minutes while he watched us and then
pushed into her slowly.

"Fuck baby, you got a sweet cunt...rock it...lick that pussy, slut..."
He was sliding his cock in and out of her easily and Debbie might have
been a virgin just 3 days before, but she certainly wasn't a virgin
anymore. I held her face to my pussy, moaning as she worked her tongue
eagerly over my throbbing clit and then between my swollen labia. She
was moving back and forth in time with Michael's thrusts, groaning as
he stabbed his eight inch cock as far inside her cunt as he could.

"Oh that's nice, Deb...lick me...yeah...suck my clit...suck it..." I
humped my pussy against her mouth as Debbie took my clit between her
lips, pinching it sweetly, giving the little nub of flesh electric
spasms of pleasure. I was cumming, too quickly as she ate me and
groaned as I looked up into Michael's dark smiling face.

"She sucks pussy good, huh? Daddy was right about his bitch...She's a
serious slut..." He spanked her wet ass hard. "You like that shit
huh...being called a slut..." He spanked her again and Debbie lifted
her head, gasping at the sensation of Michael's hand slapping her
little round butt.

"Yeah...I like it...I'm a slut..." She moaned and I pulled her mouth
back to my pussy, grinding myself on her face.

"Bet you watched you're daddy every night..." SLAP! "...watching him
jerk off and wishin' he'd fuck you..." SLAP! "...a slut like you be
all over daddy's dick, huh bitch?" SLAP!

Michael was spanking her hard, in time with his thrusting cock and he
could have been talking about me, I knew, and that made it really
good. Debbie was getting off on it, being spanked and called a
slut...After 15 years of being abused by her dad I guess it wasn't
hard to understand why. It was the only kind of love she knew from a
man. It didn't explain me though, but I didn't care. I wished my Daddy
was like that. If I could have gone home, knowing he was going to whip
me with a belt and then jerk off in front of me afterwards, I'd have
been in a taxi already.

That was exactly what was going to happen to Debbie, and that's why
she was staying here. All I could think of while she licked my pussy
and fucked herself on Michael's hard cock, was how fucked up we both
were. So much the same, and yet so totally different. Maybe that's why
we had our attraction, because it seems obvious now, looking back on
it. We'd both been giving each other clues, signs that we were
interested, and we'd both ignored them for at least a year, maybe
longer. Maybe we'd just sensed something in each other; saw something
that we recognized in ourselves. Or maybe I just think too fuckin'
much during sex.

"You do her now..." Michael said after about 15 minutes. He pulled his
cock out of Debbie's pussy and pushed her gently out of the way,
pulling me down so I could take her place. "I hope your ass is clean,
bitch." Michael chuckled. "Cause I ain't got no rubber, and I ain't
makin' no babies..."

"Yeah...'kay..." I breathed, still recovering from my last orgasm.
"...fuck my ass..."

"Kiss me now...Kiss my pussy, Sam." Debbie sighed, sitting where I'd
just been, on the wide edge of the Jacuzzi and she pulled my face down
to her pussy, which was slightly gaping now from having been fucked so
nicely by Michael's big dick. Her pussy lips were full and loose,
hanging slack and rubbery, and I sucked them both into my mouth,
chewing them softly and sucking hard.

"Oh, Sammie...I wanted to fuck your ass so bad, girl..." Michael
pushed his cockhead to my anus and he was slippery with Debbie's
juices, but not tat slippery. He had to push hard to get the head
inside and I groaned into Deb's cunt as my ass resisted him at first.

"Ahhh fuck..." I moaned, lifting my mouth for a moment to suck a deep
breath as Michael's cockhead surged inside me with a pinch of pain and
sweet burning sensation that I'd always liked.
"Sloooow...slow...please...it's big..." It felt huge back there, but
not so bad, it was a big cock, but not like Deke's, thank God.

Michael rested there for a second, watching as I went back to work on
Debbie's pussy, making her body jerk as she hooked a leg over my
shoulders, digging her heel into my back like she was spurring me on.
I stabbed my tongue inside her, tasting the strange mix of her juices,
Michael's precum, and chlorine, but I didn't care at all. She was
feeling good and that's all that mattered, that and getting Michael's
cock deep in my ass. I rolled my hips impatiently, pushing back
against him and he rewarded me with a hard push, shoving a few inches
deeper.

"You like that, slut?" Michael slapped my ass hard, the way he'd doe
with Deb. "I got me some real sluts, don't I? Slut one and slut
two...fuck my dick...work that ass, slut...you fuck me now..."

And I did fuck him. I worked my ass in small circles, moving back and
forth, taking him a little deeper each time, just a fraction of an
inch while Michael stayed still, just slapping me one in awhile,
telling me to fuck his nigger cock right. I was cumming, with one hand
bracing myself up so I could suck Debbie's sweet cunt, I used the
other to play with my pussy, fucking myself as I fucked the hard cock
inside my ass.

I was cumming good, a whole lot of little rollers, one after another,
not kicking me hard, just making me feel hot and cold all over. My
nipples were ready to pop, begging for attention and being denied. My
tongue was as far into Deb's pussy as I could get it, wriggling around
and aching with exhaustion. And Michael's cock was deep now, inside me
with only small discomfort, all the way in and that's when he took
over.

"Gonna fuck your ass now, girl...fuck you good..." He was saying,
pulling back and driving deep, thrusting himself into my burning anus
over and over. I felt like I was going to explode and I had three
fingers in my tight little cunt, twisting and digging, making me cum
even better. I swallowed down Debbie's orgasms, her pussy ejaculating
into my mouth, her little clit jumping between my lips as I sucked on
it. She had her fingers in my hair, holding my head tight, face locked
between her soft thighs.

Somewhere behind me, in the middle of all that beautiful confusion,
Michael told me he was cumming. I could feel it, his cock vibrating
inside me, moving against the tightness of my ass. His sperm shooting
into the deepest parts of my most private place, filling my bowels
with his cum. I'd been fucked in the ass before, but no one had ever
cum inside me there, and it felt strange and good. Just knowing he was
inside me, skin to ski, his big black cock shooting into my body, that
was enough to bring me off again.

Michael pulled out of me slowly, and it was a weird feeling,
especially since my ass felt greasy and loose. When the head fell free
with a soft popping sensation I reached back to feel my asshole,
convinced it would be a gaping hole, but it had snapped shut, like a
rubbery little mouth and I pushed my finger inside easily, feeling my
ass strangely empty and very wet inside. Michael must have dumped a
serious load of cum in my ass, I thought.

"Get down here, sluts...Clean this shit up..." He laughed, pulling
Debbie down and grabbing my arm, pushing us so that we could lick and
wash his dirty cock with our mouths. "Ass to mouth bitches...fuck..."

He grinned at us and I could taste my ass on his cock, a musky pungent
odor, unmistakable, and an acrid, almost acid like taste. But neither
me nor Debbie hesitated, she took the head into her mouth quickly and
I could see her tongue working around the crown, gathering every bit
of sperm and remains from my ass she could and swallowing it down
happily. I worked on his shaft, doing the same thing, licking and
kissing, and pursing my lips to suck at the smooth skin and hard
muscle underneath. He hadn't gone soft, but still remained semi-hard,
Michael's dark meat bowed graceful in a long thick arc for our hungry
mouths.

"Damn, you is some nasty sluts..." He laughed. "...That's enough; get
some more wine, baby." He gave Debbie a little slap on her ass.

"God, that was good." I giggled. "Hey, where you been?" I spotted Deke
coming around the corner, along the walkway that ran from the pool
area to the garage and the front of the house.

"Takin' care of business, baby." He smiled at us. "What you been
doing? You miss me?"

"Not too much." I giggled, taking a glass from Debbie and sipping from
it. "We've just been hanging out."

Debbie laughed at that and Michael grinned, but he was looking at Deke
expectantly.

"You score, man?" He asked and Deke nodded.

"You know it...You ready to do some fine ass blow?" Deke was grinning
and he held up a little plastic jar, like what you might get pills in.

"What's that?" Debbie asked.

"Cola, baby...pure as your mama's ass." Michael jerked his head. "Come
on, we gonna get some now."

"Cola?" Debbie looked at me, like I was an expert on drugs.

"Cocaine, I guess." I shrugged and gave her smile as we stood up.
"Whatever it is, it's gotta be good right?"

"Oh it's gonna be better than good." Michael said, taking my hand to
help me out of the tub. "You ain't fucked til you fucked on coke."

"Oh." I giggled and looked at Debbie. "See? It's better than good."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was tingling all over and my body felt as if someone had plugged me
into an electrical socket, that weird uncomfortable sensation when you
bump your elbow just wrong. The funny bone. My whole body felt like
that, but it was good for some reason, I was liking it that way. And
my mind was racing, going in every direction al at once. But not very
far because Debbie would call me back with her soft fingers beckoning
upon my skin, and her sweet sucking mouth moving from place to place.

We were making out, again. As if we'd ever truly stopped, I thought, I
felt as if I'd been making love to her since...Whenever. I didn't know
what time it was, or even what day it was. It was still dark outside
and I wished the sun would never rise. We were sitting on the sofa,
with Deke and Michael nearby. There was a table in front of us, a
coffee table that had been sitting in a corner, but now sat with us,
its glass top powdered with cocaine, a small pile of the stuff, and
long thin lines of snow drawn upon it.

But we didn't need anymore, not right then. My nose was numb and my
tongue was inside Debbie's mouth, because our boyfriend's liked it
that way. They sat watching us and we'd glance at them and giggle,
eyeing their thick black cocks while we fingered each other hard and
then soft, teasing and kissing. The television was playing the movie
Michael had made, the long hour of Debbie and I fucking for the first
time on the carpet. And sometimes we would stop and just watch
ourselves there, giggling and petting and gasping at the things we
were doing on the big screen TV.

"Get some of this, baby..." Deke had taken his penis and sprinkled
coke along the shaft, so his black skin was covered with a fine layer
of dust and he pressed it between us, between our mouths and I tasted
that bitter bite once more. Cocaine and sex, mixing in my mouth and I
lapped it up, feeling my tongue burn briefly before going numb.

His cock was huge too, 12 inches long and thick like my wrist. I got
the head in my mouth, but that was all, and I sucked on it, moving my
tongue just a little, as best I could while my mind rushed with the
drugs. Debbie worked her mouth along his shaft, down to his heavy
balls, and her eyes were black as she looked into mine, all pupils and
not a trace of blue to be seen. Deke put his hand on her head as he
stood there, watching me mouth the head of his black prick, and he
moved her around, away from me.

He was telling her to get behind him, on her knees and lick his ass,
lick his black nigger ass, because that's what coked up sluts did. And
Debbie pulled Deke's ass apart with her fingers and pressed her tongue
to his asshole, licking and making loud, sloppy wet sucking noises
while I did the same with his beautiful cock. Deke bent over for her
too, pulling me forward to stay on his dick, and giving my friend
better access to his hole.

"Put your tongue in, bitch...lick my ass...yeah good...deeper, work
that nasty tongue..." Deke was grinning at me, stroking my long blonde
hair, which was damp and dirty feeling. "You white girls do some wild
shit, girl." He told me and I just swallowed all the spit and precum
collecting in the back of my mouth.

I had both hands around Deke's penis, and they didn't come close to
covering the shaft, my fingers couldn't even get all the way around
it, and I stroked him while sucked Michael said something, getting my
attention, and  pulled my mouth away, taking some deep breaths and
licking my lips. I looked over at him and saw he had that camcorder
back out, a new cd inside it, and he was filming us. Me sucking Deke's
cock, and Debbie washing his asshole, wriggling her tongue as far
inside as she could.

"Hi Daddy!" I giggled and waved, my face feeling broken and numb from
all that coke. "This is my boyfriend..." I kissed Deke's cock."...I
love him!" And I blinked and smiled and went back to Deke's cock,
sucking extra hard, wanting to take all of him, or at least a few
inches of that hot black meat. But that was impossible because I was
just 15, not even full grown yet, and my mouth would stretch around
him, my lips drawn thin, but there just wasn't any place for that cock
to go.

"Say hi to Daddy, slut..." Michael was close, zooming in on her tongue
as the tip fucked its way inside Deke's rectum, and he grabbed her by
the hair, turning her flushed smiling face to the camera.

"Hi Daddy...Do you miss me?" She giggled and then Deke was pulling her
back, his big hand covering the back of her head as he pulled her face
to his ass and held her there, moving his hips a little to encourage
her.

"We should see this shit." Michael was laughing. These girls is
nasty!"

"You nasty, Sammie?" Deke pulled my head up, yanking me by the hair,
but it didn't hurt at all. Nothing could hurt me right then.

"Oh yeah." I giggled, wiping my face on the back of my hand and
looking up at him.

"Have her do something, man." Michael said, still filming. He was into
the camera thing now.

"Yo, slut...get around her, let go my ass..." Michael grabbed Debbie
and she grinned at me, stumbling a little and catching herself as Deke
held her tightly by the arm. "Stand up, spread your legs...you gotta
pee?"

"No." Debbie giggled. "I went before."

"Well do it again, slut..." He pulled me off the sofa and on to my
knees. "Cause this bitch is thirsty."

"Oh shit, man!" Michael laughed, watching as I put my mouth on
Debbie's cunt. She had her legs wide and her pelvis pushed out,
presenting her pretty pussy to me, and I started licking her, dragging
my tongue along her swollen slit and across her hidden clit.

"Don't lick her, she wants to piss, not cum!" Deke laughed, slapping
my ass. "Man, what's this shit?" He saw the stains on the sofa, and my
ass was wet, damp and sticky and he felt around my ass, pressing a
thick black finger between the cheeks of my ass. "You been fucked in
the ass?" Deke asked me, like he was shocked and I giggled, nodding my
head. My ass had been dripping Michael's sperm slowly ever since I'd
got out of the Jacuzzi.

"Yeah." I breathed, sucking air while Debbie held my head, rubbing her
pussy against my face.

"Well, fuck it...You like that? I'll give you some too, girl..." He
pushed the sofa back a little, making room as I knelt there in front
of my friend, and I jerked as I felt his cockhead touching my asshole.

"Wait..." I looked over my shoulder, pulling away from Debbie's
fingers. "...It's too big...it's gonna hurt..." I swallowed hard,
wanting him to fuck me, but not there. "Put it in my pussy...."

"No way bitch, you wanna fuck black cock up your ass, you gotta take
mine too..." He was pushing the head against me and telling me to
relax, to loosen up cause I was already wet in there. He was just
going to mix it up some for me.

"Ahhh....No! Deke...Fuck!" I grimaced with pain as his huge cock
pushed inside me; it was relentless, Deke leaning into me, forcing his
blunt thickness past my too small sphincter. I was coked up good, but
it hurt, like he was ripping me apart back there and I tried to move,
like I could get away, but Deke grabbled me by the hips, digging his
strong fingers into my soft flesh.

"Hold her, Deb...Grab the bitch's face...She ain't goin' nowhere..."
Deke told my friend, chuckling as he worked his cock back and forth,
stretching me slowly. At least he was doing that much, taking his
time, but I was in pain, my ass was fighting him, my muscles burning
and being shredded as his cock forced its way past them. I couldn't
relax, and Debbie had my hair in her fists, cause she was higher than
I was, maybe, and she wanted me to lick her.

"You're okay..." Debbie laughed, rubbing her pussy over my open mouth.
"...it just hurts a little...lick me now...come on, Sammie...it ain't
so bad...suck my pussy...." Her voice was barely distracting and I
could barely breathe and my tongue hardly moved at all, but she didn't
really care.

"Damn, you're tight in there...like to break my dick!" Deke laughed,
fucking me now, not just pushing and pulling, but really sliding his
cock back and forth. He'd given me half of it maybe, or just a little
more than that, but he couldn't go inside me all the way. He was too
long for that, too thick, and I was already bleeding down there I
thought.

I'd bled the first time a man had fucked my ass, just spotting like,
but he'd been smaller, a lot smaller, and well lubricated. The only
lube Deke was using was Michael's old sperm and his own precum. I gave
a muffled scream, or more of a yelp maybe when Deke suddenly gave me a
little jab with his cock and he hit bottom, whatever that was in my
ass, he'd found the place where my rectum ended and something else
began, so now he knew how far he could go.

"Gonna fuck you now, Sammie...Fuck you up on my black dick...you like
that?" He was leaning over me, his knees bent slightly and hs cock
buried in my ass. I was on my hands and knees like a dog, a little
white bitch for his big black cock.

"Yeah..." I nodded weakly, hoping the pain would go away, because it
hadn't yet. I felt stuffed completely, more than stuffed, I was
stretched to the limit. His penis was as big around as a soda can, I
thought, and now it was in my ass.

"Yeah what?" Michael grinned, putting the camera in my face as Debbie
turned my head for him.

"Yeah...fuck my ass with..." I gasped, "...that big black dick..." and
then I smiled for the camera, my face red and my eyes watering.

Deke fucked me good, or as good as he was able to, but it took a long
time before the pain finally went away enough I could start enjoying
it. And it was still uncomfortable, my asshole burning like that cock
was a red hot piece of iron, instead of a huge muscle sawing back and
forth easily. My ass had given up fighting him, I'd lost that battle,
and now he was fucking me faster, pulling almost all the way out and
the going about nine inches deep in one long thrust.

Somewhere in the middle of that fuck, Debbie decided she had to pee
after all. "I'm gonna pee!" She giggled happily. "Get ready...ummm..."
She made us wait for half a minute, maybe because she was camera shy,
or more likely she just couldn't relax enough to let loose while I
licked her swollen little clit.

"Open your mouth bitch, we don't need a mess..." Deke chuckled.

"Piss in her mouth, baby...do it..." Michael was saying, zooming in
with his camera so he could get it all on video.

Debbie was holding her lips apart now, pinching her labia and tilting
her pussy at my face, a bare few inches away. Deke stopped moving, his
cock just holding inside my ass. I had my moth open wide, not knowing
what to expect and part of me thought this was really gross, but most
of me thought it was sorta sexy too, since it was Debbie's pee.

"Ahhhhh...here..." Debbie sighed and smiled and her piss came out
slowly, not gushing or really spraying, but a soft warm lightly
colored stream falling from her pink pussy into my face, in my eyes
and nose at first, until I moved my head quickly to get it in my
mouth.

"Swallow it, bitch...drink that piss..." Michael told me, but I barely
noticed him. I was busy drinking as fast as I could.

My eyes burned a little and I had them shut, and I felt Deb's hot piss
running down my face and neck. It was in my hair and over my breasts.
Every time I swallowed, some of it would spill out of my mouth. And
she had bad aim anyway, because she was giggling, her body shaking and
Debbie's piss seemed to move around so I tried to move with it.

Debbie peed for a long time too, like she wasn't ever gonna stop, and
Deke was fucking me again and Debbie pulled my mouth to her cunt, so I
could clamp my lips over her still pissing hole. I drank as much as I
could, all she gave me, and I tongued her hard, digging into her wet
folds to find that little place where her piss had come from, licking
and sucking there especially.

"We keeping this video." Michael laughed and Deke gave him a high five
over my head as I felt my tummy churning a little, filled with
Debbie's piss. It hadn't been bad though, not really strong, just a
little bitter maybe, like aspirin melting on your tongue. And I drank
it, while my black pimp of a boyfriend fucked my ass, and some guy
filmed me doing it.

I wondered if my Daddy was sorry yet.


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End of chapter eleven

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