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Where the other orgasms today were sharp and short, this one is a warm heat that lights me up from my core. It washes outward to the tips of my fingers and then flows through every follicle of hair. No corner or cell or molecule of my body is left untouched. I gasp with the shock and pleasure and how fully Dominick just penetrated every single bit of my being.
I’ve never felt so beautiful, so—
“Look at our little whore, son,” Dad says, pinching my nipples hard. “Little nympho just milked your cock like she lives for it. God, they always want it so bad.”
I yank away from Dominick, mortified, and swing around to look at his dad.
What a jerk! What just happened between Dominick and I was so perfect and he—
“How did it feel to have both your Daddy and your brother’s cocks inside you within half an hour, sweet girl?” Dad’s voice is softer as he cups my cheek. With his other hand, he’s yanking roughly at his cock. He’s fully erect again, and he twists when he gets to the glistening tip, then jams his hand back down.
My tirade dies on my lips.
Oh my God, he’s right. I just let two different men have sex with me, one right after the other. If that’s not the very definition of a whore, what is?
Dominick slips out of me and Dad’s hand slides around to grab my hair. Dad gets on his knees on the bed and he pushes me down on my back.
“Open your mouth. Swallow what Daddy gives you. Show me how much you love being a little whore for Daddy.”
Then he starts jacking himself off right over my face.
Just like they did in that one porno my friend Bonny made me watch one time. I thought it was degrading and horrible then.
And now? I don’t know. I don’t know. It’s happening and I can’t think—
“Open up,” Dad commands, slapping my cheek with his dick, his face going dark when my mouth remains closed. “Don’t make Daddy punish you again.”
Desperately, I search for Dominick. He’s sitting on the other side of the bed, his back to us.
“Dominick,” I whisper.
Dominick turns to me immediately. I reach out a hand and he takes it. I open my mouth to say something else and cum hits my face.
“Sweet little whore!” Dad shouts.
I sputter as cum fills my mouth and coats my cheeks. My eyes squeeze shut so I’m not prepared when the cock shoves in my mouth.
“Suck it,” Dad orders. “Suck it clean.”
“Dad!” Dominick objects, but I do what I’m told.
I open wide and accept the big, thick object in. The cum is strange tasting, salty and bitter and a little sour. I lick and suck and cough and I’m pretty sure there are tears running down my cheeks, mixing with the mess.
Dad finally pulls his cock out of my mouth. He brings his large hand to my face. With his thumb, he rubs my cheek, smearing my tears together with the remainder of his cum. “My sweet, sweet girl,” he murmurs before kissing the top of my head and then dropping to the side of me. He reaches for a pillow, one of which somehow managed to actually stay on the bed in spite of… all of it.
He shoves it underneath his head and closes his eyes. He looks perfectly at peace. His chest and temples are sweat-slicked, sure, but he seems like he just finished a vigorous workout. Worn out but like he has no worries in the world.
Certainly not like he just finished deflowering his step-daughter along with his son in an insane threesome.
I’m afraid to look in Dominick’s direction.
If he’s fallen asleep just as easily and left me alone, after— After—
I open my mouth and try to take a breath but the air just isn’t there. And there’s still Dad’s cum all over me. I gasp for air again but still can’t manage it.
“Sarah, come on.”
Once again, Dominick’s strong hand grasps mine.
That air I was searching for so desperately finally flows into my lungs. I look over at Dom and his hazel eyes are full of concern. He helps me off the bed. It’s warm in the house but my body is covered in goosebumps. I shiver as he leads me out of my room.
I have no idea where he’s taking me but I feel less and less connected to my body or my life or really… anything at the moment.
Is this what every girl feels like after losing her virginity?
Is this what it means to transition to womanhood? Like you dissociate from your own body for a little bit and feel kind of floaty and weird and—
“Sarah? You okay? You still with me?”
“Huh?” I look over at Dominick as he leads me into his room and closes the door behind us. Dominick’s eyebrows furrow and his mouth tightens.
