Here is the second chapter of my story - 'How do good girls end up as bitches?'
I hope that you like it.
Chapter Two – The Good Doctor
Now you’ve got to understand that I can’t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn’t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples’ kids.
Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others – like wife’s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to – did things with me because they liked it…got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.
So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I’ve done – but I’ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.
One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he’s not stupid – corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes – stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn’t started my periods yet, but he didn’t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to “breed me” and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up – wasn’t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn’t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.
Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it’s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it’s not. There are perverts everywhere – doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there’s someone out there dying to do it – for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.
It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help – a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.
My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session – my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn’t hurt anymore when I sat down.
In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn’t want to fuck me again until I’d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs – how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties – but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I’d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit – Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.
So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe’s waiting room, wearing Dad’s idea of cute little girl clothes – a tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn’t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn’t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.
Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly – the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married – happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn’t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest – a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites. If you like that kind of thing I’m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.
Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe’s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United’s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did – I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder – another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.
So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken – I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad’s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There…deal done, negotiations over – time to sample the merchandise.
So my first examination time had come and although I’m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.
Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics – maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor’s coat so I couldn’t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly – why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt…so slowly…reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs…and his bulging eyes followed it down…down to my shoes…me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what’s in my bra.
I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it – what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. Five more minutes gone! Now for the bra…reaching behind to the clasp…licking my lips, “It’s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?” The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.
I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view – light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.
Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor…off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.
Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips…slow…must do it slowly…easing them down one side at a time…rocking them down my thighs…the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs – long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now…lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.
Standing naked in front of the doctor’s desk he studied me from head to toe…paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, “Turn around please Sonia,” he asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.
Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales – more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God’s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I’m sure!
“Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups,” says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn’t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent latex gloves – you know I’ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it’s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger…even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he’s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound – God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.
So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars…and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider….wider…Jesus Christ he’s going to split me in half! “Just relax and it won’t hurt a bit.” No it won’t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.
“Now, now Sonia,” says Doc Pervert, “We can’t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.” So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he’s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck – securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent – that’s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound. Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!
Now it was the doc’s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks – can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn’t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn’t use the end with the buckle.
The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn’t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it – almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It’s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It’s true, try it.
I don’t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing – maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream – just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back – unsure of what strength to put into each blow.
The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me…trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn’t scream at all – the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach – and brought out all the air in a pathetic “Whoosh!” that turned into an even more stupid “Wooor!” sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain – the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it’s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt – naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He’s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again…”Waugh…..augh….augh!” Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.
But tears aren’t the only liquid that started to leak – it’s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now…drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor’s office carpet.
It didn’t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn’t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn’t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me – I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I’ve been made to drink a man’s pee before a few times, but I’ve never had anyone drinking mine.
He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs…drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour – hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.
I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he’d sucked down the last drop – and there was quite a lot – he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could…I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy – and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.
He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.
You know guys, once you’ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that’s why you like hookers so much – no need for commitments. And I guess that’s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I’m right – yeah that’s right, what are wives really for? Fucking – forget it, after the first 50 times it’s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it’s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?
So the doc has blown his load and got his money’s worth. Now he can’t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that’s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn’t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.
As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room – not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.
That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I’ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know – maybe I’ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.
You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it – maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?
So, we walked out to Uncle Bob’s car – a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars – never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.
It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the driver's seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.
With Uncle Bob’s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor – “Everything”, he said with a leer, “Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.” So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple – which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.
I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn’t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.
“Come on baby” he says, “time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.” And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That’s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I’ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.
Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age – 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad’s. He’s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob’s trouser snake ready for action – as usual.
The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy’s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction – at least it started that way.
I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car – I didn’t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it – that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, “Time to saddle up sweetie, let’s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.”
With my hands tied it wasn’t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob’s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob’s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me…putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his pre-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.
“Ok baby, take it” he says. So of course I obliged him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren’t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.
Now you’ve got to remember that although I’ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4th fuck. And I’m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor’s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.
By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob’s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride – trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.
So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob’s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn’t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.
The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that’s when something really odd happened – if you didn’t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl’s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!
Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!
“What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?” He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20th time. “Stop the fucking car.” He yelled at my Dad, “The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats”.
So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. “Get out you moron.” Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.
“Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She’s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!”
He was in a real state. Angrier than I’d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he’d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying “Take it easy Bob, she didn’t mean it.” And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.
“Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.” Was Uncle Bob’s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.
So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. “Not like that you fucking queer.” Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, “I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let’s see you clean it properly – with your fucking tongue!”
My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother’s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.
While I’m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I’ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.
So there’s this unbelievable scene – while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it’s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.
“Let’s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.” Says Uncle Bob. “Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new – OK?”
Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set – right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad’s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat – and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.
So I take Daddy’s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow – for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob’s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing pre-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.
I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn’t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man’s balls!
So that was the first part of Uncle Bob’s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.
Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that’s while you have a hard cock and haven’t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it’s a whole new story and it’s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.
So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn’t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.
Now you’ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty “gay”. And I can’t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even “snuff” for the boys during or after he fucked them. I’ll put some of this in later chapters for you “bi” guys. Let me know if you want more.
