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“Pajamas, Part 2: Sandy On Her Own” (MFg pedo incest ws scat anal cons)
My wife and I hadn’t seen our daughter for several hours.
We’d taken Sandy to parties before, but this time she really
wanted to do it on her own without us watching over her. At
four or five, or even six, we wouldn’t had allowed it, but
she was almost eight years old now, and had completely
enjoyed the other party experiences, so we said “OK.” In any
event, everyone there knew us and knew her, and we could
count on them to find us if she got into trouble.
It was almost four a.m., and both Ruth and I were exhausted
from all the fucking we’d done. Ruth’s dress was a mess –
what little of it was left — all torn and stained, and
she’d lost her underwear hours ago. Her cunt had to be as
sore as my cock. It seemed like every little breeze would
fly up our backsides, we’d gone so overboard on the anal
We finished a last fuck with the new couple who’d been
admitted into the club recently, and went looking for Sandy.
As we searched the mansion, we speculated on what she’d been
up to. Not everyone in the club was turned on by young
girls, but enough were that we were sure she’d gotten
numerous offers. Sandy had been having sex in one form or
another since she was an infant, and had had her first
complete fuck at age five (no it wasn’t me, but her older
brother, who was small enough at that age to break her in
gently — I waited to fuck the little darling on her sixth
birthday). And she was an eager fucktrice, for sure, but
nothing could have prepared us for the sight we beheld when
we came upon her in the “pit” — the last place we expected
to find her.
The pit was tucked way back in the mansion, really known
only to club members. It was a generally circular room,
sunken in the center, which held a smallish raised divan,
stuffed like a mattress but upholstered. Gently rising tiers
of chairs, love seats and couches encircled the sunken
center. The lighting was carefully arranged so that the
divan was nicely (though not too brightly or garishly) lit,
while the surroundings were dimmer. The pit was notorious as
the place the wildest and most depraved women (and men
occasionally) would make themselves available to all comers,
where any and all violations were allowed. Once in the pit,
and on the divan, you gave up every right to determine what
happened to you. Your ordeal — or pleasure as the case may
be — ended only when someone else pushed you off to take
your place, or when the sun came up — the signal to end the
party altogether. One woman, years ago, had even committed a
form of suicide by getting up on the divan and encouraging
the most aggressive, brutal and sustained fucking, of very
single on of her orifices. By three a.m. her breathing was
ragged and she could barely move on her own, but she
demanded to continue. By five she was unconscious, her last
words taunting us to fuck her to death. So that’s what
happened. She was dead by six, but the fucking continued to
nearly seven, everyone pretending just this once that the
sun had not yet risen. By the end, the frenzy of fucking was
so out of control, that I’m surprised her body wasn’t
literally torn to pieces.
Anyway, we stepped through the door into the pit, thinking
more to ask someone if they’d seen Sandy, and there she was!
Stretched out on top of the divan, legs spread obscenely,
head lolling to the side, mouth wide open, dribbling cum
onto the upholstery. Her beautiful long blond hair was caked
and matted, her lovely young skin spattered with cum and
smelling of sweat and cum and piss.
My cock instantly stiffened, even though I’d thought it
impossible for it to raise it’s head before a full month had
A number of couples — and threesomes, foursomes, etc. –
occupied the loves seats and couches, obviously worn out
from enjoying themselves at the spectacle they’d witnessed -
- and almost certainly participated in themselves!
One young man we knew, encouraged by both his wife and
mother (they were perhaps the most interesting m