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“I want to fuck her, Henry,” William says with a drag of his cigarette.
The ‘her’ in question is Henry’s daughter who is fast asleep in their shared tent. The oversized shirt she uses as a nightgown is pushed up, her legs spread wide enough to show them her panties.
“I know you haven’t touched her,” he continues. “She must be tighter than Elizabeth.”
Henry swallows hard. It’s the reason why they came out here again, this time with Charlie rather than William’s daughter, but he’s still holding on to that last shred of sanity. Henry wants to fuck her too. Not because she’s his daughter, but because he’s seen William fuck his own and something about it has tickled an alarming hunger.
“Fuck her? Or rape her?” Henry says, his words sharp for reasons he doesn’t want to think about but still does.
William lifts an eyebrow. “May I?”
“No!” The thought of watching William have his way with her makes him stiffen below the belt, however. “I don’t want her to be scared of you, Bill.”
“…The problem is her remembering?” he says with a laugh. “You’d get off to it, you degenerate pervert.” William pulls another drag. “I suppose not all of them can be little whores like my daughter.”
“Does Clara know?”
“Of course she doesn’t. Elizabeth knows that if she says anything she doesn’t get to play wife with me anymore.”
Henry’s cock throbs. “Play wife?”
“I take her to dinner, buy her anything she wants,” William explains with unnerving calmness. “French kiss in the back of the car, then I fuck her in her bed and promise to make her a mummy.”
“Fuck, Bill. That’s messed up.”
“Don’t pretend you aren’t rock hard in your trousers.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that it’s fucked up.”
“You could play the same game with Charlotte.”
“She’s five.”
“Perfect age to start,” William murmurs, palming himself over his pants. “You really haven’t touched her?”
“I’ve been too busy fantasizing about Liz…” Henry admits. He unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. “The way she took you. Goddamn.”
“We’ve had practice. I’m teaching her how to swallow me all the way to the root.”
Henry grips his shaft, licking his lips. “You’re a monster.”
“Truly. But the way that cunt grips and milks me to the last drop is addictive. Her mother could never compare.”
Henry starts stroking himself. “What else have you done to her?”
William looks down at the hand and grins. “Took her out of class one day. Told her teachers she was ill. Clara wasn’t home that day so I brought her in to work.”
“You fucked her in the restaurant.”
“Multiple times,” William confesses. “In the office, the safe room, party rooms, the men’s restroom. Once during the lunch rush as Tyler watched and masturbated.” Tyler is one of the high school sophomores that occasionally mans the prize counter. “I let them share a little kiss in exchange for his silence.”
Henry’s pace is slow, his neck and face flush. Despite the early morning hour and the thick cover of trees out in their favorite defunct camping site, it’s warm enough to break a sweat. The nearby creek and Charlotte’s soft snores are the only things that mask the sound of his jerking off. “What else?”
William hums, arms crossed over his chest. “I’ve driven with my hand down her underwear. Fucked her in the backseat once.”
“Have you ever thought about...anyone else? Besides Liz and Charlie?”
He takes a moment to answer. “Once or twice, but it’s more trouble than it’s worth. Why get greedy when I have a perfectly trained whore desperate to sit on Daddy’s cock?”
Henry likes the idea of not having to think about where to get his dick wet. Someone he can bend over whenever and wherever, because she wants it, and blow his load. He briefly considers asking William if he’d be willing to share Elizabeth, but it feels wrong. As if any of this weren’t.
“She’ll wake up if you touch her,” Henry says, gesturing at his still sleeping daughter.
“The issue is her remembering, yes?” William doesn’t wait for an answer.
He wanders away from their campsite and returns with a small metal box. Cigarette pinned between his lips, he places the box on the table and opens it. A neat assortment of plastic baggies stare up at them.
Henry lets go of himself in order to grab one. “Is this…?”
“Into her breakfast. Like nothing happened.”
Henry’s gut twists. “Have you tried it?”
“I wouldn’t present it as an option if I hadn’t.”
***
The powder works too well.
After stuffing his still-erect cock back into his pants while William mixes the powder into Charlotte’s scrambled eggs, Henry wakes her with a gentle shake. “Up and at ‘em, bobcat. Time for breakfast.”
Bleary eyed, she stuffs her face with food, her short legs swinging on the bench as she hums a tune.
It isn’t long before she’s completely naked and kneeling on the bench, William’s hands on her bony hips as he drives his cock into her over and over again. No preparation, nothing. Just spit and an abhorrent desire to watch a child squirm from discomfort.
“How’s she feel?” Henry asks, shamefully stroking himself.
“Like she’s the best hole I’ve ever fucked,” William moans, his balls smacking against her cunt with each thrust. “Almost too tight. Almost. Don’t tell her, but I might enjoy little Charlotte’s cunt more than Elizabeth’s.”
“That good, huh…”
William pulls out long enough to remove his clothing. Charlotte tries to scamper away the moment his hands leave her, but he’s quick to slam her down against the table and yank her back into place by the leg. “Now, now. Good girls don’t run away from their uncles, Charlotte.”
She whimpers and William shushes her, manhandling her back onto her knees. He slips inside her again, and she chokes back a whine as he continues to push in.
Henry strokes himself faster.
“You’re a sick man,” William coos, almost flirtatious. “Getting off to this. Would any cock in a young girl do the trick? Or is it specifically mine inside your daughter’s?”
“Fuck, Bill. Don’t—”
William forces Charlotte to kneel upright with a hand around her neck. He pushes into her nice and slow, giving Henry a full view of her cunt spreading wide to accommodate his shaft. He stands still the moment he’s balls deep. “Look at her, Henry. You don’t get to hide from this.” William kisses her cheek, starts to whisper into her ear. “I know it hurts, dove, but Uncle Bill feels really good right now. And your Daddy feels good, too. Look at him, touching his grown-up privates while I touch yours.”
If Henry doesn’t stop he’ll cum on the spot.
“Your Daddy is masturbating while watching me fuck your delicious little cunt, Charlotte. Because your Daddy is a very bad man who thinks this is okay as long as he’s not the one raping you. But he wants to. He wants to use your precious little parts so badly, pump you full of his special grown-up milk. Grown-up milk that I’m going to give you. Is that alright?”
She shakes her head with a tiny whimper, but it isn’t like she really has a choice. Impaled on his dick, she has nowhere to go, so William gets his fill. He touches her, pinches her plump pussy lips, tongues at her neck.
“To think you could be warming Henry’s bed every night. All he would have to do is roll over and lay on top of you, put that big, throbbing penis of his deep inside you,” William murmurs, rubbing her pussy until her whimpers become whines of confused pleasure. “If you think I’m hurting you, your father is so much bigger than me.”
Henry has to rip his hands away from himself. It’s too much. It’s too much and William pushes away from the table, buried inside of Charlotte still, and shuffles towards the tent. It’s mildly impressive to watch him maneuver them inside.
William lays her on her back and settles between her short legs. He rubs his slick cock between her pussy lips in a tease, smacks himself against it. “Use your words, Charlotte. Ask me to stop.”
“Please, stop.”
“Say ‘please stop fucking me, Uncle Bill’.”
“P-Please stop fucking me… Uncle Bill.”
William bites his bottom lip. “No.” He pushes himself inside her again and she sobs. “Tell Henry to make me stop, love.” She does.
Henry feels sick as he stands by the entrance of the open tent, watching his daughter try to get away, but his cock is hard enough to cut diamonds. It bobs without getting touched, especially when William starts thrusting again. Charlotte hiccups, and William moans.
“I’m getting rid of the powder after today,” William says with a casualness that is at odds with his actions.
Henry understands. “Then you won’t get to fuck her again.”
“And you never will.” He leans on his side to be able to look down at her body while pumping in and out of her. “Should my cum be the first to grace her brand new womb? Will you really watch her grow up, start dating, marry, bear children, knowing that my seed was inside her way before then? And not yours?”
Henry fists the tent door.
“You don’t want Daddy to fuck you, do you?” William asks her. Charlotte shakes her head from side to side. “But Daddy wants to fuck you, and he’s a grown-up.”
Henry doesn’t understand why that statement is the last straw, but it doesn’t matter. He kicks off his boots and removes his jeans and boxers.
William laughs, delighted, and pulls out. Charlotte wails and he’s quick to clasp a hand over her mouth, shushing her. “It’s alright, love. You’re alright.” He eyes Henry, scooting over to make space for him. “Take over. I’ll start the car and leave it idling in case our little dove decides to make a fuss.”
Henry’s heart is in his throat, but he nods. His hand occupies the space William abandons as he vanishes outside of the tend.
“I’m sorry, bobcat. I’m so sorry,” Henry says, kissing her tear stains. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. I’ll make you feel just as good as Daddy.”
An engine turns over, accompanied by an old album playing through the open windows.
William returns and pops back into the tent, zipping it shut. He reaches down to lightly swat Charlotte’s cunt. “I’ve got her,” he says, pushing Henry’s hand away and covering her mouth himself. “Rest your prick on her belly. I want to see how far it’ll reach.”
The answer is impossibly deep. Henry’s cockhead rests between her nipples. He tells himself he won’t push all the way in, he doesn’t want to hurt her, just get his fill and never have to think about this again.
“Go on, Henry.” He tries. He really does. But he can barely get his tip in. “Come on, now. Don’t be afraid to push.” Charlotte kicks at him. “She’s a fraction of your size, Henry.” She shouts, her sound muffled by William’s hand. “She wants it, Henry. That little cunt is starved for her Daddy’s cock.”
Henry applies pressure because his cock dictates it, and popping inside is nearly enough to make him cum. He has to freeze, a guttural groan escaping him as her little body clenches around him. Glorious heat and obscene electricity light up every neuron in his body. “Oh, fuck.”
“Doesn’t she feel like a delicacy?”
“Fuck!”
“Go on. Keep pushing in. Her body will accept it.”
It doesn’t, but Henry does as William instructs anyway. She’s tight enough to almost hurt, but he can feel her pulse in the walls clenching around his cock. He thought he could control himself, stop when he should have, but he can’t. He’s not in control of his body or thoughts as he continues to push in, deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until his pelvis bumps into Charlotte’s cunt.
He doesn’t bother to check in with her. Holding himself up on his arms, Henry thrusts in and out of her at a steady pace, skin smacking skin and it’s the best sex he’s ever had. The tightest cunt, the hottest, the softest and most plump. She’s so small—she’s so small and she’s his daughter. She’s just a child, a kindergartner, but if Henry doesn’t fuck her every day of his life he feels like he’ll die.
“Her body can barely make space for you,” William purrs. “You can see the shape of your cock push against her belly. It’s a miracle how much a body can take when it really wants it. And Charlotte loves her Daddy so much that she would do anything to make him feel good. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Charlotte lets out a broken sob, but the hand clasp over her mouth forces her head to nod. William laughs, pinching one of her nipples.
Henry can’t stop fucking into her, his cock getting impossibly harder the more she struggles against them. “You like being my good little bobcat, yeah?” he pants out, thrusting a little harder as if that will somehow make her take more of him. “Daddy’s best girl? You’re doing so good, Charlie.”
“Stop!” she yells out, and the sound takes him by surprise. “Please, stop! It hurts.” William’s let go of her mouth in favor of jerking off to the sight. “It hurts, Daddy, it hurts.” She can barely get the words out between hiccuping sobs.
Henry shushes her but doesn’t stop pounding her little forbidden cunt. In fact, he fucks her faster, each slam hard enough to clap loudly, and each time her hole greedily sucks him in. “I can’t stop, baby. That pussy of yours feels too good for me to stop.”
“She doesn’t get to tell you what to do,” William chimes in. “You’re the adult, her father. What you say goes, Henry. If you want to molest her, then it is your right to do so.”
“Fuck. Fuck, yes. You’re right.”
“You’re a man with needs, and Charlotte is a young lady. It’s only right for her to lay down, legs wide open, for you to take comfort in.”
“That’s right,” Henry grunts, quickening his pace. “She’s mine. My perfect little doll.”
“Your perfect little toy to use whenever you want to. The perfect little cum sock for whenever your balls get too heavy.”
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Do you hear that, Charlie? Henry’s going to fill you up with his special grown-up milk. It’s the kind that makes babies.” William hums, stroking himself faster. “You’d love to impregnate Charlotte, wouldn’t you? Make her a mother to her own sibling.”
Henry slams in once, twice, three times before going still, his body convulsing through his orgasm as he empties what feels like buckets of semen deep into his daughter. He moans loud and long, she cries, and his balls contract to squeeze out every last drop.
It’s the best fucking orgasm he’s ever had, but he doesn’t pull out immediately. She lets her cunt keep him warm while he watches William get on his knees and stick his dick into Charlotte’s mouth to shut her up. “Like a lolly,” he commands, but it’s really no use.
He’s pushed himself so far down her throat that she can barely make a sound. Henry can feel her muscles spasm around his still semi-erect cock.
William tips his head back and moans, pulling out just enough to make her desperately choke in air, before penetrating her throat again. “Can’t tell if I prefer her cunt or her throat. Both are deliciously tight.” He bobs up and down, and Henry watches her throat bulge. “I’d keep you around solely as a plaything for our pleasure.”
“Still planning on getting rid of that powder?”
“You could train her to like it. Make her believe it’s normal for her father to be her boyfriend.” William is probably right. Unfortunately, that would mean reaching a point where she won’t struggle. “Unless you’d rather get off to forcing yourself on her.”
“I like it when she fights,” Henry whispers, ashamed.
“Does it make you feel powerful? In control?”
“I like how wrong it is.”
“Hm.” William sinks far enough for his balls to press against her nose. “I could keep some on hand.”
“Could I use it on Liz?”
“I don’t see why not.”
Henry nods. He pulls out halfway, watches his cum try to push out past the ring of her cunt. He’s hard again, something that hasn’t been possible since his teenage years. “How long before it wears off?”
William pulls all the way out, cock springing free, slick with pre-cum and drool. “Why?”
“I want to hunt her down,” Henry says, almost feverishly. “We’re far enough away from civilization that I can let her go. Track her. Pin her down when she doesn’t expect it.”
William stares at him with a cocked eyebrow. “My. I never would have thought. You have a couple of hours.”
“I want to shove her down into the grass and mount her. I want to rape her, Bill. I want her to scream at me to stop hurting her.”
“You’re a monster, Henry.” William’s cock visibly throbs. “As long as I get to watch.”