Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Chapter 2 (Continued)
Tom’s hand, which had fallen still, began moving again with a frantic, jerky rhythm. His eyes were locked on Anna’s kneeling form, on the back of her head where Dave’s thick fingers were tangled. The air was thick with the smell of stale sweat, sex, and a new, coppery tension. Tom’s breath hitched in wet little gasps, the sound obscene and small against the wet noises Anna was making.
“That’s it,” Dave grunted, rocking his hips shallowly into the warmth of Anna’s mouth. “Get it nice and clean for your old man to see.”
From the bed, her mother’s voice pierced the heavy air, shaky but insistent. “Just relax, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” Janine had pushed herself up onto her elbows. Her face was still flushed, her hair a wild mess, but her eyes held a strange, glassy intensity. “It’s just your body. It knows what to do.” She swallowed, her gaze flicking to her husband’s frenzied hand, then back to her daughter. “Show Dave how good you are.”
Tom moaned, a low, choked sound of tortured excitement. “She’s… she’s so good. Look at her take it.” He was stroking himself in earnest now, his knuckles white.
Dave’s command, her mother’s coaxing approval, her father’s voyeuristic pleasure—it twisted together in Anna’s skull. She felt untethered, a thing in motion. Her own traitorous body was on fire. One of her hands, which had been braced on Dave’s hairy thigh, slid down. Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her own jeans, past the damp fabric of her underwear. The direct contact with her swollen, slick flesh was a shock. She rubbed herself in small, frantic circles, her hips pushing back against nothing as she bobbed her head on Dave’s cock. Pleasure, sharp and acidic, lanced through her humiliation.
Dave felt the movement of her arm, saw the subtle jerk of her shoulders. A low, rumbling laugh vibrated through him. “You little bitch. Getting yourself off on this?” He thrust a little deeper, making her gag. She didn’t stop. The rhythm of her fingers mirrored the clumsy suckling of her mouth, a filthy feedback loop of degradation and aching need.
Janine watched, her lips parting. A strange, possessive pride flickered across her face. “She’s just like me,” she whispered, more to herself than to Tom. Then, louder, directed at Dave: “You see? I told you she’d be perfect. All smooth and ready for you.”
Anna’s eyes snapped open, but all she could see was the coarse hair of Dave’s belly. Her mother’s words punched through the fog.
Janine’s voice gained strength, laced with a desperate, hungry validation. “I sent her to the waxing for you, Dave.For this. Months of appointments. Getting her smooth. Making her… presentable.” She let out a shaky sigh as Dave, his attention fully on Anna now, began to slowly pump his hips in time with Anna’s sucking. “I knew you’d want her. I prepared her.”
Tom’s stroking became erratic. “You… you planned this?”
“Of course I did,” Janine said, her voice suddenly hard. “You think I enjoyed just watching you jerk off in the corner forever? I needed something you couldn’t give me. And I needed something for him.” She gestured at Dave. “Something fresh. Something tight.”
Dave pulled his cock from Anna’s mouth with a slick pop. A strand of spit and her mother’s juices connected her lips to the flushed, wet head. “Get up,” he ordered, his voice thick. “Get those fucking jeans off. Now.”
Anna stumbled to her feet, her legs trembling. Her fingers, wet from her own cunt, fumbled with the button and zipper. The sound of Tom’s frantic, slapping strokes filled the silence as she shoved the denim down her hips, stepping out of them. She stood there in just her t-shirt and damp panties, the chill of the room raising goosebumps on her newly bared thighs.
“Those too,” Dave said, gesturing at her underwear. His eyes, small and dark, drank in the sight of her.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, pushed them down. The air hit her waxed skin, the perfect smoothness Chloe had cultivated. Dave’s gaze zeroed in on the neat, bare mound, the small, pink lips that were visibly glistening.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “She’s bald as a goddamn baby. Just a pretty little slit.” He looked over at Janine. “You did good.”
Janine smiled, a brittle, victorious thing. She shifted on the bed, opening her own legs in a crude display of ownership. “Told you. I had her groomed for you. A gift.”
Dave reached out a meaty hand and cupped Anna’s pussy. His palm was calloused, hot. His middle finger pushed roughly between her lips, finding her entrance and sliding in with no resistance. “Fucking soaked,” he grunted, finger-fucking her with two short, brutal thrusts. “For her mom’s sloppy seconds. You are a nasty little piece of work, aren’t you?”
Anna’s head fell back, a moan wrenched from her throat. The crude penetration, the humiliation, her mother’s complicit gaze—it was all too much. Her climax gathered like a storm at the base of her spine.
From his chair, Tom cried out, a sharp, stifled sound. His body stiffened, his hand a blur. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!” It was a confession, a plea for permission.
“Look at her!” Janine commanded him, her own voice rising to a shout. “Look at your daughter getting her cunt fingered by my lover! Watch it!”
Tom’s eyes bulged. His body convulsed as he came, stripes of semen painting his own soft stomach and the leather of the chair with a soft, wet patter. He sagged, breathless, his eyes still glued to Dave’s hand moving between Anna’s legs.
Dave withdrew his wet finger and shoved it into Anna’s mouth. She tasted herself, mixed with the ghost of her mother. “Suck it clean, you little whore,” he snarled.
She did, her tongue lapping at his thick digit. His other hand grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her towards the bed. “On your hands and knees. Facing them. I want you to see their faces when I break you in.”
Anna crawled onto the mattress, the sheets damp and smelling of sex. She positioned herself next to her mother, her back to Dave. She could see her father, spent and shrunken in the chair, and her mother, propped up beside her, eyes gleaming with a feverish light.
Dave’s knees pressed the mattress down behind her. His hands gripped the globes of her ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. “Look at this,” he said, mostly to Janine and Tom. He used his thumbs to spread her open, exposing the tiny, pink pucker Chloe had described, had violated with her finger just hours before. “Virgin fucking asshole. Just like you said.”
Janine reached out, her fingers stroking Anna’s cheek, a twisted mockery of comfort. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll hurt at first. Then it’ll feel so good you’ll beg for it.”
“Shut up and watch,” Dave said. He spat into his palm, a thick glob that he rubbed over the head of his cock and then smeared roughly over Anna’s exposed asshole. The spit was cold. The pressure was immense.
Anna tensed, every muscle locking. She stared into her mother’s eyes.
“Easy,” Dave muttered, not to her, but to himself. He positioned the blunt, wet head. It was impossibly wide. He leaned his weight forward. The pressure was a burning ring of fire, a stretching that felt like it would tear her in half. She screamed, a raw, shredded sound that filled the bedroom.
He pushed. The head popped past the tight ring of muscle.
The invasion was profound, a deep, wrong fullness that shoved the air from her lungs. The burning subsided into a deep, aching stretch. He was inside. Not all the way, but lodged there, a brutal cork in a place never meant for this.
“Fuck yeah,” Dave groaned, his voice strained with effort. “Like a fucking vise. So goddamn tight.” He pulled back an inch, then shoved forward again, gaining another fraction.
Anna sobbed, her forehead dropping onto the mattress. Tears blurred her vision of her father’s devastated, rapt face. Her mother’s hand was still on her cheek.
“Just breathe,” Janine whispered. “Take it for him. Take all of it.”
Dave set a rhythm, short, piston-like thrusts that slowly, relentlessly worked more of his girth into her. Each one was a shockwave, a violation that reverberated through her entire body. Yet, with each brutal push, the sharp edge of pain began to blur. The relentless stretch began to spark a different kind of fire, a deep, internal friction that scraped against a nerve she didn’t know she had.
Her cries softened into choked whimpers.
“She’s taking it,” Tom whispered from his chair, awed and horrified.
“She’s a fucking champion,” Dave grunted, now buried to the hilt, his fat belly pressed against the backs of her thighs. He was fully inside her ass, a complete and total occupation. He held still for a moment, letting her body adjust to the monstrous fullness. Then he began to fuck her in earnest.
Each withdrawal was a shocking emptiness, each thrust a deep, punishing reclaiming. The slap of his flesh against hers was a wet, brutal metronome. Anna’s body began to move with it, a traitorous, instinctive rocking back to meet him. The friction was everywhere, lighting up her spine, coiling in her empty cunt which wept its own desperate juices onto the sheets below.
“Oh god,” she moaned, the words muffled by the mattress.
“You like it,” Dave accused, hammering into her. “You fucking love it, you little ass-whore. Clenching around my cock like you wanna milk it.”