She entered the trailer and heard sounds coming from the back bedroom. Shit, she
thought, sounds like mom’s in there fucking another loser. She got a soda from the
refrigerator and sat down on the sofa and began reading the National Inquirer and trying
to ignore the noise coming from the back bedroom.
Davina heard a loud crash and cursing and moaning. Jesus, I hope it’s not some psycho
that’s hurting her. She jumped up and ran back to the bedroom and threw open the door. A
strong odor of sweat, flatulence, and alcohol hung in the air.
Her stepfather Fred and a strange man were in the room along with Mrs. Devilin. All
three were naked, and her mother was lying spread-eagled on the bed with her wrists and
ankles tied with ropes to the bed frame.
Her mother had clothes pins fastened to her nipples and there was a large red dildo
inserted into her anus. She wore a twisted grin, and the men were sporting massive
hard-ons. They froze and looked at Davina. Instead of being outraged, Davina felt herself
getting wet.
“Hey! Come on in and join the party,” Fred said drunkenly.
“Yeah, might as well get your clothes off and get comfortable,” her mother said. It was
obvious that she was quite drunk and, Davina suspected, probably high on drugs.
Francine Devilin had grown sick of having Davina around, and for the last couple of
years she had wished that she would pack up and move out. She was a financial burden and
cramped her style when it came to her increasingly depraved love life. She had grown to
hate her daughter.
“Yeah, I’d like to see yer purdy little ass,” the strange man said.
Well, why not? Davina thought and began disrobing. Fuck, if it’s good enough for mom,
it’s good enough for me!
Davina removed her bra, exposing her large breasts with the pink nipples standing up.
She dropped her panties revealing her bushy snatch.
“Umm, that cunt looks good enough tas eat,” the stranger said.
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“Lay yer ass on the bed next to yer mom,” her stepfather ordered. “I’ve wanted ta fuck
you ever since I moved in here.” He put his fist around his cock and pumped it a couple
of times.
Davina noticed a drop of pre-cum seeping out of the tip, and it turned her on even
more…she was becoming fully aroused. The sight of the large veined hair-encircled prick
and the sack of testicles hanging down made her think of her secret masturbation sessions.
I’d sure rather feel that piece of meat in me than the hairbrush handle, she thought.
She wondered how it would feel to be sucking on it.
“Untie me,” her mother ordered. “Let’s make this Davina’s night. She’s been a bad girl
and needs ta be punished.”
Fred and the stranger, Earl, untied Francine who removed the clothes pins from her
nipples and the dildo from her ass and stood up.
“Bend over, you little trollop,” her mother ordered.
Davina bent over and placed her hands on the bed and Mrs. Devilin began to slap her
across the rump. She picked up a belt and whipped her.
“How do you guys like my girl’s ass?” she asked the two men.
“It’s terrific!” Earl said and dropped to his knees, spread Davina’s ass cheeks apart
and began to lick her puckered anus and then up and down her slit.
“Yummy!” he declared. “I like the smell of her butt!”
“Well then, suck my clit!” Davina cried, and Earl put his mouth on it and began to lick
and suck. Slobber was running down his chin.
“Hey! You’ve got a lot of nerve eating my daughter’s pussy!” Fred said. “Move your ass
and let me take care of her!”
Earl moved aside and Fred got behind Davina and rammed his dripping cock into her wet
hole. He grunted and pumped and pumped and grunted. Davina loved it.
“Yeah! Fuck the shit out of my naughty little girl,” Mrs. Devilin hollered as she sat
down on the side of the bed and pulled Earl over to her. She took his cock into her mouth
and began to suck it while she played with his balls. “Gotta keep you hard so you can
fuck her too!”
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