By the time he was done, Rachel was sure that she would die from the abuse, she wished that she would. The head lines would read “Local teenage girl...fucked to death by her own father” That almost made her laugh, as her daddy staggered off to his own bed, his cock leaking a trail of cum across the floor. But Rachel did not die. The next morning she woke up to find her bed was a mess, but there was not really a lot of blood. Her body hurt, especially between her legs, but she could still move.. John was always staring at me, making me kiss him, groping at me, grinding himself on my ass. I didn't like him at all, but I began to like the attention. Since mom didn't care that he did all this, I began letting him. I quickly figured I could use him wanting me to get whatever I wanted.John always made mom dress like a slut. She was a small, skinny, mexican girl with big boobs. John had her wear really small mini skirts and tank tops that showed most of her tits. Mom always got a lot of. I went in to join, Anitha got up gave me a hug and told: “thank you, sir”. Someone heard the word “sir” and started to pull my leg. I introduced all of them, and she beautiful jelled in with the rest, we spoke, ate, drank, made fun of each other and Anitha loved my gang and had already become close to a few. I could see they had exchanged numbers to keep in touch. I enjoyed myself. We paid up and all headed back to the parking. The day still not over for us, and we all headed for a drive in the. "You haven’t had that experience yet, my dear. But I have a feeling that you will... soon." Marlette smiled. "Would you like that to happen to you soon, Ryan?" He nodded, looked down at his aunt’s graceful hand touching him. "You were feeling some of those sensations even as you watched me through the keyhole, darling. For instance, I'll bet you felt a warm tingling in your balls and your little cock, didn't you?" Marlette smiled, her hand moving up, closer and closer to his crotch. Ryan.