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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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entirely coincidental.

Going Home

By
Norm DePloom

The closer Becky got to home, the slower she walked 
and the more she allowed herself to be distracted.  
Becky knew that the longer it took her to get home, 
the more harshly she would be punished, but it's what 
would happen after the punishment that she was trying 
to delay, trying to squeeze just one more minute to 
herself before she had to face her daddy and older 
brother.  Becky's stomach churned and felt like it was 
tying itself in a square knot every time she thought 
about it.   Becky had spent the whole day at school 
trying real hard not to think about yesterday and the 
day before, and every time she did think about it 
tears would well up in her eyes and threaten to roll 
down her cheeks.  Becky felt as if the end of her life 
had started the day before yesterday, Monday 
afternoon, when she came home from school. 

When she walked through the door that afternoon, Becky 
discovered her father and her older brother, both 
stark naked, and both stroking themselves while they 
watched a sex video on a new VCR.  Becky, after 
dropping her school books to the floor with a loud 
crash was just turning to flee when she heard her 
father speak in his 'I must not be disobeyed voice'. 

"Get in here."  Was all he said, but that was all he 
needed to say.  Becky had turned and, already 
trembling with fear and dread, walked back into the 
front room.  Becky didn't know where to look, it made 
her uncomfortable even knowing that something like 
this was showing on the same TV she watched, but 
neither did she want to see her father or her older 
brother stroking hard cocks right in front of her.  
The only thing Becky wanted to do was to run from the 
house and not stop running until she collapsed from 
exhaustion.  The only thing stopping her was the 
overwhelming fear she had of her father.  Becky new 
beyond any doubt that, no matter how far she ran, it 
would only be a matter of time before her father found 
her, dragged her home, and did to her whatever it was 
he was planning to do.  And worse for not pretending 
to love what he was doing.    Becky wasn't sure she 
could watch this TV ever again without feeling that 
whatever she was watching had somehow been corrupted 
by the filth her father and brother were playing on 
their new VCR. 

"It's sex education week," Becky's father announced.  
Becky moaned silently, dreading what she knew would be 
coming.  "It's time for you and your brother to get a 
proper sex education instead of that Pollyanna crap 
they teach you in school."  Becky's father picked up 
the VCR remote and paused the machine.  "Now, I want 
you to stand in front of the TV and take off your 
clothes, we want to see how you match up with these 
whores in the video."  Becky stood in front of the 
television and looked helplessly at he father, hoping 
the tears running down her cheeks might soften his 
heart.

"If I have to come over there you're going to be 
sorry.  It's not like we haven't already seen your 
scrawny little naked butt already."  Becky new her 
father was right.  The day after her mother had run 
off, Becky came home to find that her daddy had 
removed all the interior doors.  Bedrooms and 
bathrooms were now all open for anyone who walked by 
to see what was going on.  Since that day Becky had 
always stood in the corner of her room, with her 
dresser between her and the door, when she changed her 
clothes.  

The bathroom was the worst.  Not only was it 
impossible for Becky to sit on the toilet without her 
father and her brother seeing her if they walked by, 
but if either of them happened to be using the 
bathroom when she walked by, she couldn't help but see 
them.  In just a week and a half Becky had grown to 
hate baths.  She was not allowed to stop taking baths, 
and every time she took one both her father and her 
brother would develop an urgent need to use the 
toilet.  Her brother would sit on the toilet and watch 
her as Becky tried to keep her naked body covered 
while she washed as quickly as possible.  

Now she was faced with a direct order from her father 
to take her clothes off.  Becky knew from experience 
that her father's threat that she would be sorry if he 
'had to come over there' was not an idle one.  Becky 
had no doubt that she would end up naked, the only 
question would be how badly she was hurt and how much 
damage was done to her clothes in the process.  More 
out of concern for her favorite blouse and skirt than 
for her body, Becky began to undress.  Her fingers 
trembled so violently that Becky was afraid she would 
pull the buttons from her blouse as she released them.  
Not wanting to see what her brother, or her father, 
were doing to themselves while they watched her taking 
her clothes off, Becky never raised her eyes from the 
floor in front of her.  When her blouse was lying on 
the floor, Becky unbuttoned, unhooked and unzipped her 
skirt and let it fall to the floor.  Becky used the 
toe of each foot to pull the heel of each shoe off her 
feet, then kicked off her shoes, leaning over, she 
removed her knee socks.  Reduced to bra and panties, 
Becky stared at the faded, worn carpet right in front 
of her and hesitated before reaching behind her back 
and releasing the hooks holding her bra in place. 

"Before you take your panties off," Becky's brother 
suggested, speaking for the first time since she got 
home, "turn around and bend over while you pull them 
down."

"Good idea," their father said, endorsing his sons 
order, "turn around and bend over when you take your 
panties off."  Becky could feel her face burning with 
embarrassment.  Just because her brother and father 
had already seen her naked while she was bathing, did 
not mean that it was not humiliating to be forced to 
strip and put herself on display while they played 
with their cocks.  Becky was, at that time, too 
innocent and inexperienced to know that her tears, red 
face, and obvious embarrassment and humiliation 
excited her father and brother far more than did her 
nakedness.  Becky was grateful that she at least got 
to turn her back on the two males tormenting her, and 
would not have to watch their hands moving up and down 
their hard dicks, or the leering grins on their faces, 
while she exposed herself to them.  Becky slid her 
panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

"Don't stand up," Becky's father ordered while she was 
still bent over, "spread your feet apart."  Becky 
obeyed her father's orders as she wiped tears from her 
eyes.  She didn't blame her mother for running off.  
But why, dear god why, Becky wondered as she 
shamefully exposed her private parts to her brother 
and father, didn't she take me with her.  Becky's 
feeling of humiliation deepened as she saw the light 
in the room change and realized that her father had 
adjusted the lamp shade to aim more light onto her 
exposed body parts, and heard a moan from her brother.  

"Now come over here," her father said after they had 
enjoyed her forced exposure.  Becky straightened up, 
turned around, and stepped over in front of her 
father.  She tried not to look down at at her father's 
naked crotch and instead, stared over his head at the 
far wall.  

"Get down on your knees."  Becky got down on her knees 
facing her naked father who stretched his legs out on 
each side of her.  Despite her reluctance, Becky had 
no choice at this point but to look at her father's 
hard dick sticking up from his kinky pubic hair.  

"Give me your right hand."  Becky held out her hand 
and her father took it in his.

"Your first lesson will be how to handle a man's 
cock," Becky's father said as he placed her hand on 
his cock and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.  
Becky's father held her wrist and moved her hand up 
and down his cock.

"Stick your other hand between my legs and hold my 
balls."  This is wrong, Becky thought as she followed 
her father's instructions, he shouldn't even mention 
his balls around me and he wants me to touch them. 

"I better be the first man whose cock you have 
touched," Becky's father said with an extremely 
threatening tone, "if I ever find out you've touched 
some other cock before mine you'll be the sorriest 
little whore who ever walked the face of the earth."

"I... I ha... I haven't, ever," Becky whimpered 
through her tears.

"Good, but if I ever find out different you'd better 
watch out." Becky continued to sob while she pumped 
her hand up and down on her father's dick. 

"After you learn to handle both our cocks," Becky's 
father said as he adjusted the speed of her hand on 
his cock, "Jimmy will get a lesson on female anatomy."  
Becky realized that she was going to have to do this 
to her brother too.  

"Steady rhythm, girl, steady rhythm," as he corrected 
the movement of her hand again.  

"When we first got married, your mom loved fucking 
more than a two dollar whore on Friday night," Becky's 
father said addressing her brother.  "She had a 
beautiful, tight, cunt that got so wet you wouldn't 
believe it."  Becky tried not to hear her father 
saying these things about her mother.  This just was 
not the type of thing a father should be saying to his 
kids. 

"I fucked your mom the first time I took her out," 
while he talked, Becky's father continued to adjust 
her hand on his hard cock.  "I had to wrestle with her 
a bit in the back seat of my Chevy, but once I got my 
hand on her cunt under her panties, she just kind of 
melted and got so wet my car smelled like pussy for 
days afterward.  She was a hot little bitch back then, 
we did nothing but fuck all day long."  In spite of 
her revulsion, Becky was intrigued by the feel of her 
father's hard flesh in her hands.  

"When she got pregnant with you," Becky's father 
continued, talking to his son, "her tits got real big.  
God, did I have fun titty fucking her when you were in 
her belly."  Betty glanced at her brother and noticed 
he seemed to be getting more excited by their father's 
stories of how he fucked their mother.  

"It wasn't until after you were born," Betty's father 
said, turning his attention back to her, "that she 
started trying to stop me from fucking her."  Becky 
couldn't help getting the impression that her father 
blamed her for her mother's declining interest in 
getting fucked by him.

"That's one thing you have to nip in the bud," he 
continued turning his attention back to his son, "the 
first time a bitch tries to stop you from fucking her, 
you've got to make sure she understands that you are 
the one who says when and where you will fuck, not 
her."  Becky noticed that her father had started 
moving his hips in time with her pumping hand.  

"The first time your mother said 'no' I pushed her 
over on her face and slammed my dick into her ass.  I 
gave her a good hard butt fuck with her face buried in 
the pillow so she wouldn't wake up you kids.  Believe 
me it was a long time before she tried to say 'no' to 
me again when I wanted to fuck."  Just as Betty felt 
an overwhelming wave of sympathy for what her mother 
was putting up with surge through her, she felt her 
father's hard cock twitch and spew his thick, hot cum 
all over her hand.  Becky made a face and pulled her 
hand away from her father's dick.

"Never take your hand off my cock until I tell you 
to," her father yelled at her slapping her face, "now 
lick that cum off your hand."  Becky received another 
slap when she didn't obey her father quickly enough.  
Then, while sobbing and trembling with humiliation, 
Becky slowly licked the thick gobs of her father's 
sperm from her shaking hand.  

"Now, go give your brother a handjob, he's never had a 
girl touch his dick yet."  Becky, to ashamed to stand 
up, crawled on her hands and knees over to the chair 
where her brother was waiting.  He had scooted forward 
in the chair and had his legs already spread for her 
to kneel between.  Becky kept her head down while she 
pumped her brother's hard cock with one hand and held 
his balls with the other.  She did not want look at 
his face while he watched, and was thrilled by, her 
degradation.  

Becky pumped her brother's cock until he came, 
recoating her hand with more cum, then licked his 
thick fluid off her skin just like she had her 
father's.  During the process she could not get the 
image of her mother being anally raped by her father 
when she tried to say 'no' to him out of her head.  
While she sat on the living room floor, waiting to see 
what degrading activity she would be forced to perform 
next, Becky thought about her father's description of 
his first encounter with her mother in the backseat of 
his Chevy, and realized that it sounded a lot more 
like rape to her than consensual sex.

"Go get us each a beer," Becky's father said nudging 
the crying, naked girl with his toe, "and get one for 
yourself, you need to learn to relax and enjoy life."  
Becky climbed slowly to her feet and stumbled past her 
father on the way to the kitchen.

"Bring a couple extra while you're at it," Becky's 
father yelled after her.  A few minutes later she came 
back into the living room cradling a half dozen 
bottles of beer against her bare breasts.  She could 
feel her nipples growing hard against the icy glass.  
As she handed one to her naked father, and the other 
to her naked brother, Becky noticed that their 
formerly hard cocks were now soft and laying against 
their thighs.  

"Open one for yourself," Becky's father instructed, 
"and drink it as quickly as you can."  Becky opened a 
bottle and took a sip.  "Drink," her father ordered, 
and repeated the order every time Becky took the 
bottle away from her lips.  As soon as the first 
bottle was done Becky's father forced her to drink 
another on.  By the time she was finished with her 
second beer, Becky stumbled and sat down on the coffee 
table.  Becky heard both her brother and her father 
laughing and, after a brief journey into anger, 
giggled then stood up and rubbed her naked butt.  

"Come on, Jimmy, let's take her into the bedroom," 
Becky's brother let go of his half hard cock, put down 
the beer and stood up.  

"If she's anything like her mother," Becky's father 
continued as they each took one of her arms and walked 
her toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms, "a 
couple of beers will turn her into a total slut."

"I wish you'd stop talking about my mother like that," 
Becky said to her father with alcohol induced bravery, 
as they walked her down the hallway.  Becky's father 
and brother walked her into the bedroom her mother 
used to share with her father and, turning her around, 
sat her on the edge of the bed.  

New tears came to Betty's eyes as she remembered that 
Monday afternoon; what she did, and the way she acted 
after drinking a couple of beers made her feel more 
shame and humiliation than what she had done while she 
was sober.  Becky remembered giggling like a little 
girl when they pushed her back onto the bed and spread 
her legs.  She remembered propping herself up on her 
elbows so she could watch her father and her brother 
examining her vagina and anus.

"Look how wet she's getting," Becky remembered her 
father saying as she felt his finger moving along her 
pussy lips.  She felt fingers pulling her cunt lips 
open.  "Look at how big her clit is," her father said.  
Becky felt warmth spreading from her crotch, up her 
tummy and down her thighs.  She could feel herself 
getting wetter as they examined her.  She knew what 
they were doing to her was wrong, she knew it was 
wrong to feel the way she was beginning to feel when 
her father or brother were touching her but, do to the 
effect of the alcohol, she was unable to resist the 
feelings coming from between her legs.  

"Watch this," her father said as he pushed his finger 
tip partway into her now very wet pussy, then used his 
lubricated finger to gently rub little circles on her 
clitoris.  Becky heard herself moan, and felt her hips 
beginning to move in fucking motions as her father 
continued to rub her clitoris with the finger of one 
hand while he moved a finger of his other hand in and 
out of her pussy.  Even in her intoxicated state Becky 
knew she was going to feel tremendous guilt and shame 
when she remembered this the next day.

With their hands under her armpits, Jimmy and his 
father moved Becky further onto the bed, making room 
for her father to kneel on the bed between her spread 
thighs.  Becky's father stroked his re-hardened cock 
and looked down into the face of his drunken daughter 
as he moved the head of his cock up and down over her 
wet pussy.  

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said to his daughter, 
"just like I used to fuck your slut mother, then 
Jimmy's going to fuck you."  Becky looked at her 
brother who was know laying beside her, twisting one 
of her nipples with one hand while he stroked his hard 
cock with the other.  Becky's body tensed as she felt 
the head of her fathers cock pushing her cunt lips 
open.  Nothing larger than her finger had been there 
before and the stretching of her vaginal tissues to 
accommodate her father's invading cock were entirely 
new feelings for Becky.  Under the effects of the 
alcohol Becky's mind could concentrate only on how 
surprisingly good it felt to be penetrated.  It was 
common knowledge among the inexperienced girls at 
Becky's school that it hurt to be fucked for the first 
time.  Quite the contrary to what she expected, even 
the discomfort caused by the stretching of her 
virginal tissues excited her.  Jimmy had abandoned 
Becky's breast for the time being so he could 
reposition himself to be able to watch as his father's 
cock slowly sank into his sister's never fucked before 
cunt.  

Becky couldn't believe that having a cock inside her 
could feel this good.  She didn't care, at least while 
she was drunk, that it was her father's cock fucking 
in and out of her cunt, she just held on and fucked 
back.  Becky couldn't believe the sounds she heard 
coming from her mouth.  In spite of the knowledge that 
she would feel humiliation and embarrassment the next 
day, she moaned, whimpered, and actually begged her 
father to fuck her harder.

"I told you a couple of beers would turn her into a 
whore," Becky's father said to his son as he slammed 
his cock in and out of his daughter's pussy, "it 
always worked on your mother."  Becky could feel her 
father's cock pulsing and twitching inside her as he 
pumped his incestuous sperm into his daughter's cunt.  
As soon as her father climbed off her, Becky's older 
brother climbed between her legs and thrust his cock 
into the cunt his father had just opened.  

Becky stopped walking and hid her face against a tree 
while she cried.  Becky hated her brother and her 
father for what they made her do while she was sober, 
but she hated herself for what she did after they 
forced her to get drunk.  Becky remembered going back 
out to the front room after they'd both fucked her.  
Becky had sat on her Daddy's lap and, while she drank 
another beer, she spread her legs for him so he could 
finger her while they watched more of the porno.  She 
remembered the feel of her daddy's cock as it got hard 
once again then how she shifted her position and, 
reaching down between her legs, grasped her father's 
hard dick and guided it's head into her pussy.  Shame 
and humiliation wracked her body as Becky remembered 
how she moved up and down in her father's lap, fucking 
herself on his cock while his hands touched every part 
of her naked body.  How could a couple of beers make 
me such a whore, Becky asked herself, how could it 
make me do all those things for them.  Flashes of 
herself dancing obscenely around the room, leaning 
over and wiggling her just fucked naked cunt in their 
faces while they touched her and played with her 
pussy, came to her memory.  

Becky started walking again as she remembered waking 
up the next morning in her parent's bed with her naked 
father laying on one side of her naked body and her 
naked brother on the other side.  As soon as she woke 
up Becky remembered how they took turns fucking her 
again just before going to sleep.  With tears flowing 
from her eyes, and her face turning red as she 
remembered what she had done, and had been done to 
her, the night before.  She started scooting down the 
bed, hoping to get to the foot of the bed, stand up, 
and leave the room without waking either her father or 
her brother.  Before she made it her father reached 
out and grabbed her arm.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?"

"I've got to go to school," Becky answered in a soft 
voice, hoping her father would release her arm and let 
her go.  Instead he pulled her back down onto the bed 
and, spreading her legs with his knee, rolled on top 
of her and pushed his hard cock into her still sticky 
pussy.  Sober, and without any of the 'foreplay' that 
she had gotten the night before, Becky was overwhelmed 
with humiliation instead of excitement as her father 
fucked his cock deeply in and out of her cunt.  No 
orgasm, no excitement, just the embarrassment of 
having her own father laying on top of her, breathing 
stale beer breath in her face while he fucked his 
daughter's pussy.  Becky's brother woke up and, as 
soon as his father pulled his cock from Becky's cunt, 
Jimmy rolled on top of her and took his turn fucking 
her.  

With fresh tears rolling down her cheeks and fresh cum 
rolling down her thighs, Becky finally got out of the 
bed and went into her own room to get dressed.  She 
had been to busy fucking her father and brother the 
night before to take a bath, and now she didn't have 
time.  Becky washed her crotch, pits, and tits with a 
wash rag then brushed her teeth and combed her hair 
before she went back into her bed room and picked out 
the most concealing clothes she could find.  Before 
dressing Becky splashed perfume on her body to help 
hide what seemed to her to be the stench of incestuous 
fucking.  Becky spent the day convinced that everyone 
at school could tell that, not only had she been 
fucked the night before, but that they could, somehow, 
tell that it had been her father and her brother 
fucking her.  The closer Becky got to the end of the 
school day, the more tormented she became.  She knew 
that she would not be able to stop her father and 
brother from doing anything they wanted to when she 
got home.  

Just as she feared, her father and brother were 
sitting in their chairs, naked and sporting hard 
cocks, while they watched another fuck video in the 
VCR.  A sharp, angry look from her father short 
circuited Becky's prepared objection when she was 
ordered to strip.  For the second day in a row, Becky 
was taking off her clothes so her father and brother 
could molest her and ravage her naked body.  Once 
again Becky's father had her kneel naked between his 
spread legs after she had stripped off her clothing.  
Instead of placing her hand on his hard dick, Becky's 
father placed a hand on each side of her head and 
pulled her face down to his crotch.

"You've seen the whores in the fuck films sucking 
cock," he said as he slowly pushed the head of his 
hard cock against his daughter's lips, "now I want to 
see how good you can suck cock."  Becky was wishing 
that her father had waited until after she had downed 
a couple of beers before he forced his cock in her 
mouth, but he hadn't, and Becky was forced to ignore 
the heaving in her stomach as she opened her mouth and 
allowed her fathers dick to push between her lips.  
Even with her limited experience Becky could tell her 
father had not washed his cock since the last time he 
had fucked her cunt with it.

"Your mother wasn't real good at cock sucking at first 
either," Becky's father informed her as he pushed her 
head down on his dick until she started to choke, then 
let her pull it off, "but with a little practice she 
learned to do it right," Becky's father pushed her 
head back down until she choked again, "and learned to 
take my whole cock down her throat without choking."  
A third time Becky's father pushed her head down on 
his hard cock until she choked.  Becky lost count of 
how many times her father forced his dick into the 
back of her mouth.  This continued until Becky, 
trembling and with tears running from her eyes and 
snot running from her nose, learned to open her throat 
and allow her father's hard incestuous cock to enter 
her face completely.  Becky still choked occasionally 
as her father thrust his cock time and again through 
her mouth and into her throat.

Just like the previous night, as soon as Becky's 
father was done fucking her mouth, Becky was forced to 
crawl over to her brother so he could emulate their 
father and fuck the hole he had just finished with.  
Instead of demanding beers, which Becky was looking 
forward to as a relief for the harsh emotions she was 
feeling, Becky's father had her lay on the coffee 
table and masturbate while he and Jimmy watched.  
Spreading her legs and fingering herself while her 
father and brother watched was incredibly difficult 
for Becky to do while she was sober, but it wasn't 
hard to see that it was her tears, her red face, her 
embarrassment and humiliation that excited them even 
more than her fingers fucking in and out of her pussy.  

As Becky slowly walked towards her home, she realized 
that her father and her brother were able to enjoy her 
shame and humiliation while she was sober and her 
whorish slutty behavior when she was drunk.  As she 
walked, Becky continued to remember the night before.  
While being forced to entertain her father and brother 
by abusing her own body, Becky's brother finally went 
to the kitchen and came back with bottles of beer.  
Becky was forced to continue fucking herself while her 
father and brother drank beer and took turns pouring 
it into her open mouth.  Becky was eager to get the 
relief from her feelings and the release from her 
inhibitions that she knew a sufficient quantity of 
alcohol would provide.

Becky remembered being surprised when her father knelt 
at the end of the table and, after pushing her legs 
further apart, lowered his head to her crotch, then 
poured cold beer over her clitoris and cunt while he 
lapped it up with his tongue.   Becky shivered both 
from the cold liquid flowing over her pussy and her 
father's tongue lapping at her most sensitive tissues.  
Becky had never imagined anything that felt as good as 
the tongue flicking at her sensitive cunt.  

Becky's brother pushed the head of his cock against 
her lips.  When she opened her mouth he poured beer 
down his cock and into her mouth.  The heat of sexual 
excitement spread through her body with the 
intoxicating affect of the beer she eagerly accepted 
from her brother's cock.  Becky realized that she was 
moving her hips, humping her beer soaked pussy against 
her father's face and swirling her tongue over the 
head of her brother's cock while she ingested the 
beer.  Becky swallowed, without complaint, her 
brother's ejaculate along with the beer, when his dick 
jerked several times in her mouth.

By the time Becky's father pulled his beer and cunt 
juice coated face from his daughter's crotch, Becky 
had enjoyed three orgasms and had imbibed enough beer 
from her brother's cock that she felt like she was 
ready for anything.  Becky's father pulled his 
daughter up from the coffee table, moved her to the 
side, had her kneel, told her to spread her legs, then 
bent her over the table with her belly and breasts 
resting on the table top and her head hanging over the 
far edge.  Becky was facing the TV and watched the 
couple fucking on the screen while her father spread 
her butt cheeks with the thumb and finger of his left 
hand.  Just as the couple on the screen changed 
positions and the man pushed his hard cock up against 
the woman's anus, Becky felt her fathers lubricated 
finger slip into her ass.

"More beer," Becky said when she realized exactly 
where her father and brother planned to fuck her next.  
Jimmy handed another bottle of beer to his sister then 
joined his father and explored Becky's ass with his 
finger.  Becky downed the beer, and relaxed as she 
slipped further into 'drunk whore' mode.  She watched 
with growing interest as the man on the screen fucked 
the female's ass with vigor, slamming his dick into 
her rear so hard her entire body shook with each 
thrust.  The woman being fucked moaned and begged the 
man to 'fuck my ass harder'. 

When Becky's father knelt behind his daughter and 
pushed the tip of his hard cock against her virgin 
ass, Becky was ready.  Her fanny was lubricated with 
KY jelly and her insides were lubricated with alcohol.  

As she walked, Becky remembered, as best she could 
through the haze of alcohol, what it had felt like 
when her father's cock forced it's way into her ass 
the first time.  She had to admit the memories of that 
first time were colored by the two ass fuckings she 
received that morning before school, both without the 
aid of alcohol in her system.  It had been obvious 
from Monday afternoon that Becky's father and brother 
intended to make her their fuck toy, no matter what 
she might want.  Even drunk, Becky's first anal sex 
experience had not been entirely pleasant.  She 
remembered the exact points where the stretching of 
her virgin anal sphincter had moved from interesting 
to unpleasant and from unpleasant to painful.  Becky 
remembered holding on to the edge of the coffee table 
with both hands, tears streaming from her tightly 
closed eyes, while his father forced her rear open 
with his hard cock.  Becky was no longer interested in 
the joyous ass fucking portrayed on the TV screen, she 
was far more interested in the painful feelings 
radiating from her own ass as her father pulled his 
cock out and pushed it back inside her again.  

The pain slowly subsided back to discomfort as Becky's 
father fucked her with long forceful strokes.  When 
Becky finally opened her eyes again, the man on the 
screen was milking his cum into the woman's mouth.  
Becky panted, both to catch her breath, and to help 
dissipate the uncomfortably stretched feeling her 
father's hard cock was causing as it continued fucking 
in and out of her tight ass.

Following the pattern they both seemed satisfied with, 
as soon as Becky's father pulled his still dripping 
cock from her just stretched ass, Becky's brother put 
his in.  By the time her brother was fucking her ass 
Becky had adjusted and, with the help of alcohol, was 
moving from discomfort to feelings of an almost 
pleasant nature.  Unlike the previous evening, anal 
sex seemed to excite Becky's father and brother to the 
point that as soon as her brother had left his cum 
deep inside her ass, her father was on his knees ready 
to fuck her rear once again.  Becky had no clear 
memory of how many times each of them had fucked her 
ass while she laid across the coffee table drinking 
beer and watching porno movies.    

Becky did remember that late last night, still drunk 
and compliant, she had, just like the previous night, 
gone to bed with her father and brother in her 
parent's bed.  She remembered them teasing her about a 
sandwich before they went to sleep, and how they 
laughed every time she said she wasn't hungry.  Becky 
discovered what kind of 'sandwich' her brother and 
father were talking about when her brother laid down 
on his back on the bed and Betsy was told to 'climb 
on'.  Becky remembered grinning and, under the 
influence of the alcohol, giggled while she straddled 
her brother and, reaching between her legs, held her 
brother's cock while she lowered her cunt onto it.  
Becky looked back over her shoulder, a little 
confused, as her father crouched behind her.  Her 
confusion turned to surprise as Becky felt her 
father's cock slip into her well fucked ass.  Becky 
had never considered the possibility of being fucked 
by her father and her brother at the same time.  In 
her 'drunk whore' state, it seemed like a great idea.   
Despite the shame and humiliation she felt remembering 
being in a 'sandwich' with her father and brother, 
Becky's pussy began to moisten as she remembered the 
drunken orgasms she had during her first double fuck.  

As her house came into view, Becky's thoughts turned 
to the memory of what happened this morning.  Filled 
with shame, she had, once again, tried to slide her 
naked body out of bed without disturbing either her 
naked father, or her naked brother and, just like the 
previous morning, her father stopped her before she 
managed to escape.  Her father turned Becky over onto 
her stomach, climbed on top of her with one knee on 
the bed on each side of her hips then, leaning forward 
and supporting himself with both hands on her back, 
plunged his cock into Becky's sore, over-fucked ass.  

Becky's cry of pain as her father's dick entered her 
ass one more time woke her brother who lay on his side 
and gently stroked his cock while he waited his turn 
in his sister's anus.  For the second morning, Becky 
had not been allowed to bath the night before, and did 
not have time to do anything more than try to scrub 
two days worth of fucking off her body with a wash 
cloth and hide the reek of male cum with perfume 
before she left for school.

Becky stopped only a few steps from her house.  She 
knew her father and her brother were waiting inside 
with stiff cocks, ready to humiliate her in some way 
she couldn't imagine.  Every one of her holes had been 
fucked multiple times, what else could they do?  
Sickening thoughts of body waste crossed her mind 
making Becky's stomach heave.  Afraid to put off 
whatever horror waited for her inside the house any 
longer, Becky went through the front door and, as she 
had been instructed the day before, took off her 
clothes and walked into the living room naked. 

Becky froze in her tracks.  She had expected to see 
her father and her brother naked and stroking their 
cocks while they waited to fuck her in whatever 
humiliating way their sick imaginations could devise.  
Instead they were fully clothed and there was another 
man with them, also fully clothed.  Becky's father 
grabbed her wrist just as she was about to bolt to her 
room, and pulled her over to stand in front of him. 

"What do you think?"  Becky's father continued to hold 
her wrist in his iron grip while he roughly massaged 
her breasts with the other and solicited this 
stranger's opinion of her.  

"Very nice," the man replied with a pretended air of 
nonchalance.  Becky noticed the bulge growing in his 
trousers.  

"This man was nice enough to give us a couple of cases 
of beer," Becky's father informed her while he 
continued to maul her breasts, "and I promised him a 
trip around the world in exchange."  Becky made no 
attempt to hide her confusion.  She could feel her 
face turning red and fought back tears.  The 
humiliation of being naked, and having her father 
touching her breasts, in front of a stranger while 
everyone else was dressed was deeper than anything she 
had felt in her life.

"You know what a 'trip around the world', means?"  
Becky shook her head, indicating she did not know what 
it meant.  

"It means," Becky's father explained as his hand moved 
down across her belly and pushed between her legs, 
"that you are going to take him into your bed room, 
undress him and then fuck him with your mouth and fuck 
him with your cunt and fuck him with your ass."  Becky 
could no longer hold back her tears.  Becky realized 
that she was being turned into a real whore, and a 
cheap whore at that, fucking a man three times to keep 
her father and brother supplied with beer.

"Can I have a couple of beers first?"  Becky asked 
quietly, her head hanging in shame.  

"No, do it sober."  

Becky, naked and humiliated, led the man into her 
bedroom, her silent tears almost turned to 
uncontrolled sobs when she saw the Barbie doll on the 
shelf above her bed.  One of her prized possessions 
from her childhood, Becky could remember the hours of 
innocent fun she had playing with her Barbie on the 
very same bed she was about to become a whore on.  
Without looking up at the man's face, Becky unbuckled 
his belt, unzipped his fly, unhooked the waist band, 
and then, after pushing his trousers down around his 
ankles, pushed him back onto the bed.  Kneeling 
between his knees, Becky leaned over and took the 
man's already hard cock into her mouth. She cupped his 
balls with one hand and pumped the man's cock with the 
other while she swirled her tongue over and around the 
spongy cockhead.  The nameless man placed his hands on 
the back of Becky's head and pushed her mouth further 
down onto his hard cock.  Operating as much as 
possible without feelings, Becky opened her throat and 
took the nameless man's hard dick all the way into her 
mouth.  She fucked the man's cock with her mouth 
working diligently to make the man cum so she could 
get one third of her job done.  As soon as the man's 
cum was down her throat, Becky reclined on her 
pillows, spread her legs and began to finger her cunt.  

Becky's only interest was to make the man hard again 
so she could finish her repulsive work.  The nameless 
man leaned back against the wall and watched Becky 
finger fucking herself while he waited for his cock to 
re-harden.  As soon as his dick had stiffened, Becky 
pulled him over on top of herself and directed his 
cock into her barely moist pussy.  Becky tried not to 
think about all the innocent hours she had spent in 
this now permanently defiled bed as the nameless man 
pumped his cock in and out of her unfeeling cunt.

Becky wanted nothing more than to feel nothing, 
physically or emotionally.  She imagined that her 
pussy had been shot full of Novocain, and was numb, 
just like her mouth was after a trip to the dentist.  
Them man finally came inside her, but instead of 
getting off, the man continued to lie on her with his 
cock inside her pussy, and played with her breasts 
like a little boy with a new toy.  Becky wanted to 
scream at the man to get his filthy cock out of her 
body and to quit touching her.  She wanted to throw 
the man on the floor and kick the crap out of him.  
Becky felt like her mouth, her vagina, and her 
childhood bed, had been soiled in a way her father or 
her brother never could have accomplished.  She was 
sure she'd never be able to wash this man's filth from 
her breasts.

Becky lay still while the man remained in her body, 
suppressing her feelings, consciously turning off her 
emotions and her physical sensations.  It would be a 
lot easier, Becky thought, if I had a couple of beers.  
After what threatened to be an eternity the nameless 
man climbed off Becky and leaned up against the wall.  
Becky's only concern was getting the man hard again so 
she could take it up the ass and get rid if him.  She 
slipped of the bed and, kneeling in front of the man 
used her hands and mouth to stimulate his balls, cock 
and ass.

Get hard, she kept saying over and over in her head, 
get hard you bastard.  Becky did all the things she 
would have done if she had been the 'drunk whore' 
Becky that her father and brother seemed to like so 
much.  As soon as the nameless man seemed to be hard 
enough to accomplish penetration, Becky, lacking KY 
jelly in her bedroom, picked up a bottle of baby oil 
and, after turning so the man could watch, used his 
finger to lubricate her ass in preparation for the 
insertion of his dick.  Watching Becky lubricate her 
ass stiffened the man's cock even further.  Becky laid 
face down on the bed, thrust her ass up in the air for 
the man to ravage, and buried her face in the pillow.  

The man, supporting himself with his hands on top of 
the headboard, pushed his cock into Becky's ass and 
began to fuck with long full strokes.  The man pulled 
his cock out until only his cockhead remained inside 
her ass hole then pushed back in until his pubic hair 
mashed against the outside of her anal sphincter.  
With a slow steady pace the man continued fucking 
Becky's ass for what seemed like hours.  All the while 
Becky, her face hid in the pillows steadfastly refused 
to respond in any way.  Becky's lack of response 
seemed to go unnoticed by the nameless man who was 
fucking her.  Becky's ass was tight, warm, and 
lubricated and that was all that mattered to him.  
After orgasming, the man pulled his dick from Becky's 
ass, wiped it down with her bedspread, and began to 
dress.

"I guess that'll be it until the next time your daddy 
needs some beer."  The man said giving Becky's just 
fucked ass a slap as he left the room.  Becky sobbed 
into her pillows.  She didn't need to hear it from the 
nameless man to know that, now that it had started, 
her father and brother would have no problem thinking 
of things to whore her out for.  Becky cried for as 
long as she dared then wiped her eyes, blew her nose, 
and walked back into the living room.  Now her father 
and brother were naked and masturbating while they 
watched a fuck film.  Two bottles of beer were waiting 
on the coffee table, but her father and brother both 
insisted on getting blowjobs before they would allow 
her to drink. 

Becky swallowed two more loads of incestuous cum then 
chased them with two bottles of beer that she chugged 
as rapidly as her throat would swallow.  Becky was 
eager to trade today's pain for tomorrow's low self 
worth.              
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