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DESCRIPTION:His lovely wife Sandy was frigid, lazy and spendthrift until Don said it was over. When she offered to do anything to stay with him, Don did not believe her but said she had to act like her prostitute younger sister Melody. Will she succeed or fail, and what about Melody? Teen prostitute, striptease, brothel sex, watersports, rimming, dogging fun, gangbangs, girl-dog, girl-horse and girl-bull sex, father-daughter incest, brother-sister incest.EXCERPT:‘Well, there were times I was tempted to tell the little cow to sling her hook.’‘Don’t think Sandy would cut it as a hooker, dad!’‘Not that sort of hook, lad. It’s an old naval phrase, meaning to piss off.’‘Well our wench here, is a lot more fun than Sandy was. I can tell yer that, dad.’‘Yeah, we got a good one when this one hatched!’As she overheard the dialogue suggesting she was a miserable little bitch, Sandy felt like storming upstairs and telling her old man and her brother what the fuck she thought of the pair of them, but it was Melody’s birthday so it would not be the nicest thing to do.Suddenly Dad bellowed at the top of his voice.‘Yeah that’s it!’Sandy could imagine dad’s cock throbbing in Melody’s cunt as their father pumped shot after shot of incestuous semen into his younger daughter. A moment later, Callum was even noiser.‘Yeah, me too!’                           ****** Semen spurted between Melody’s lips and the horse penis. Semen erupted from her nose and the cock was violently forced from her mouth by the pressure of the fluid. As the stallion was still ejaculating when his cock flopped free, the swaying tool plastered Melody with horse cum.Mel’s mouth was filled beyond capacity with semen, and even if she had not been retching, due to a small amount of cum having gone the wrong way, it would have overflowed and run down her chin and onto her bosom.Mike had three cameramen recording the scene and the take from all three cameras would be intercut to make a fast paced film, although the actual climax would be a lot longer than in reality. It was a case of having your cake and eating three of them!Even when the stallion had stopped spraying Mel with semen, and she had stopped spewing his cum over herself, there was plenty to film. Her lovely face was drenched in equine semen. Horse cum was dribbling down her chin and dropping onto her bosom.Her tits were plastered in semen and it was oozing off her nipples. Semen was running over her stomach and collecting in her belly button and running over her crotch to wet her labia and her cute anal rose. 

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Little Whore Grows Up

By

Cindy May

Little Whore Grows Up, © 2017, Cindy May

All Rights Reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places, and Incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

In real life, far too many girls face a nightmare childhood, and people from a comfortable background write them off as problem teens and adults. I have seen this happen and it stinks. Maybe if we accepted that today is influenced by yesterday, we would give more compassion to girls such as Sandy and Melody who are the heroines of this story.

They do not matter as they are fiction, but there are real girls out there just like them, and they do matter. Although novelists used to be able to explore how the horrors of yesterday affected today, modern censorship prohibits that, but what happens to Sandy and Mel when they are of legal age is the result of what happened to them as children.

As you will discover, Sandy is married, and her husband has put up with her nonsense for five years without a clue as to the reason why. Eventually he loses patience with her. Their life changes dramatically as a result.

Her younger sister, Melody was always the strong one, but can she cope with what life throws at her? Are the sisters cheap rubbish, as a lot of people would say, or do they need understanding and love? I hope you, as the reader, will answer with a four letter word.

We tend to treat people as if they rolled off an assembly line, and in ‘Little Whore Grows Up’, Sandy and Melody react very differently to the same stresses. Before you throw stones at them or Don, ask if you would have done better if you were in their shoes? So often, the people who want to throw stones have not had to face the questions in real life.

Author's note: Explicit scenes in this work of fiction are confined to characters that are 18 years of age or above.

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Chapter 1

Twenty-three year old Sandra, or ‘Sandy’ as she had been called since she was a baby, was 5’ 0” tall, with a petite 33-22-34 figure, an angelic heart shaped face, bewitching green eyes, and shoulder length blonde hair. She had been married for five years to Donald Parry, but was visiting her parents’ home on the occasion of her sister’s eighteenth birthday.

In physical terms, if anyone saw her with her sister Mel, it was hard to believe they were sisters. Unlike the diminutive blonde Sandy, Melody was already 5’ 9” tall, with 38 inch tits that were entirely natural, raven hair, and dark eyes.

In character, there were also quite different. Sandy was reserved and had an unfortunate phobia about sex. Melody was the exact opposite and had spread her legs since she was seven years old.

Despite their differences, the girls were sisters, so Sandy had overcome her revulsion at anything associated with sex to find a matching peep hole bra and open crotch thong as a birthday present. It was the sort of thing Melody would enjoy flaunting herself in.

Sandy regarded it as disgusting and ‘would not be seen dead’ in such clothing, but she hoped Melody would like it, as all she ever seemed to think of was getting laid! Sandy had come to the house just after nine in the morning, as she knew what her sister was like by midday.

Sandy stood in the hall of her parents’ home, listening to the squeals that were coming from upstairs. It was clear that Melody was already occupied, and what she was up to!

‘Yeah, that’s it. Empty those big balls in me.’

Even as a baby, Melody had been noisy and she seemed to get worse with each passing year. If she had been called Raucous. it might have been more apt, as Melody’s squeals of lust were pure noise, rather than melodious. Sandy wondered who was fucking her sister. Was it their father, Andy McNair, their brother Callum, a boyfriend, or just a guy she had picked up for a quick fuck?

‘Come on both of you, unload in me. See if you can beat dad, our Cal. You should do, as my ass is nice and tight!’

Sandy had the answer. It was her father and her brother who had their cocks buried in her slut sister. Presumably their brother was up her ass. Much as Sandy hated threesomes, from when she had been obliged to indulge, she could imagine what was happening upstairs.

Dad had been injured in a road accident which impaired his mobility, but not his sex drive. He would be on his back on the bed. Melody would have gone down on him to get him rock hard, so his cock would be standing upright like a totem pole, as they say.

From when she was nine until she was fourteen when the nympho Melody had taken over, Sandy had been forced to do that. If she did not do so, she had her backside tanned. For some reason although she hated what had been done to her, and it had turned her against sex, it had been the exact opposite with Melody.

By the time she was seven Melody wanted to have ‘fun’ as she put it, and was thrilled to replace her spoilsport sister, as she saw it. With a five year gap, and their different characters, the girls had never been very close, but they were sisters, and tried to find presents that would appeal to one another.

Looking back over the years, as soon as Sandy had got dad rock hard, she would be told to climb on top of him cowgirl style. She would have to lower her cunt on his cock, until she had taken daddy full depth it herself. That is what Melody would have done upstairs, except that in her case, there was no need to threaten to tan her backside.

For an ordinary one-on-one fuck that was all that was required, but their brother Callum knew that dad fucked both his sisters, and he wanted to be in on the act as well. Callum had been born between the two girls, so he was now twenty-one. He saw himself as a ‘hard man’ and had already served time in Winson Green prison and Sandy was scared of him.

As soon as Melody had pushed her wet cunt onto their old man’s cock, Cal would have stood on the bed. He would bend his knees to bring his cock to the right height. With a grimace Sandy recalled how Cal would have driven his cock into her cunt, so she had both her father and her brother up her cunt at the same time.

It was undeniably kinky, but the main reason was so Cal could pick up some lube. This would make it easier to drive into his sister’s tight asshole. ‘Been there, done that’ is a telling phrase. From the threesomes Sandy had been forced to endure with her dad and brother, she knew how Cal would have kept on going in and out of his sister, keeping in time with dad.

When Cal had picked up enough of her cunt cream, and when dad was on the outstroke, he would continue backwards when Andy McNair stopped and pull clear of Melody’s cunt. As soon as he had done so, he would have lined his cockhead up with Melody’s crinkled anal rose.

Cal would use one hand to guide his cock through her sphincter and his other hand to steady himself as he forced his cockhead through her rose. Once he got the head in, the rest would slide into the slut easily. Dad would ask.

‘You full depth in your sister’s asshole, Cal?’

‘Of course I am dad, all the way to my balls up her hot ass!’

‘Then let’s ream the whore out together, boy.’

Father and son would drive in and out of the two holes, and it was the same whether they were Melody’s holes, Sandy’s holes, or their mother’s holes. Father and son both said ‘a hole is a hole is a hole.’

Sandy knew that for a tenth birthday treat, dad had led Cal into the front bedroom where mam entertained paying visitors to the house. Mam was already lying on the bed wearing an open crotch bra and panties. A minute after Cal came into the room, mam had gone down on her son.

From that time on, Cal enjoyed mam at least once a day, and if a punter wanted sloppy seconds, and dad was unavailable to fill her up, mam would tell Cal to attend to her needs.

For his next birthday, dad had taken Cal to a massage parlour on the Bristol Road where one of the girls would ‘forget’ about a rubber if you helped her ‘weak’ memory with more cash. He and Cal had a torrid threesome with the forgetful young whore.

Once Melody was big enough to take their cocks, Callum and his old man had spent most of their time up her as she was the youngest of the three women, and unlike Sandy, liked having cock up her. Mam came second, and to her relief Sandy came a poor third.

When she married Donald Parry, she let it be known that Donald would not like it if his father-in-law and his brother-in-law fucked his wife. Indeed he might be so pissed that he would throw her out, and she would become a financial millstone round Andy’s neck again.

In reality, Donald had no idea that his young wife had been fucked for years by her father or brother, or that her mother was a ‘brass’ to use the Birmingham vernacular for prostitute.

Sandy did not think Donald would throw her out as he seemed to be kind. She guessed that whilst her old man and Callum enjoyed her holes, she was not sufficiently desirable for them to pick up the tab if Donald did dump her. After all, mam and dad had worked hard to offload her on Donald, so were they going to risk that just for a fuck?

Sandy had not needed to spread her legs for either of them since she married, and if Melody enjoyed cock up her, it worked out well. From the days before Melody had been big enough to fuck, Sandy vividly recalled her threesomes.

She heard her old man calling out.

‘In.... out .... in .... out.’

Father and son enjoyed synchronised fucking, slamming their groins against her crotch, and later on, Melody’s crotch, at the same time. As her old man counted, Sandy heard Melody squealing away like a stuck pig.

‘Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Give it to me! Unload your balls in me, both of you.’

Sandy sometimes wondered if the way she had been forced into sex from when she was nine years old had made her dislike sex. Seemingly it had the exact opposite effect on Melody, who, from the noise she was making was in Hog Heaven!

‘She’s a bit different from that miserable cow, Sandy, isn’t she dad!’

As Sandy overheard that remark, she felt pissed off, Andy replied.

‘She is that, Cal, but Sandy was always a miserable little bitch, and that was long before you were old enough to fuck her, boy.’

‘Wonder how Don gets on with her?’

‘Not our worry anymore, just so long as she isn’t thick enough to piss him off to the point he chucks her out, Cal.’

‘You think she could be that dim, dad?’

‘Well, there were times I was tempted to tell the little cow to sling her hook.’

‘Don’t think Sandy would cut it as a hooker, dad!’

‘Not that sort of hook, lad. It’s an old naval phrase, meaning to piss off.’

‘Well our wench here, is a lot more fun than Sandy was. I can tell yer that, dad.’

‘Yeah, we got a good one when this one hatched!’

As she overheard the dialogue suggesting she was a miserable little bitch, Sandy felt like storming upstairs and telling her old man and her brother what the fuck she thought of the pair of them, but it was Melody’s birthday, so it would not be the nicest thing to do, but it would have been nice if her sister had spoken up for her.

Suddenly Dad bellowed at the top of his voice.

‘Yeah that’s it!’

Sandy could imagine dad’s cock throbbing in Melody’s cunt as their father pumped shot after shot of incestuous semen into his younger daughter. A moment later, Callum was even noiser.

‘Yeah, me too!’

That meant Melody had been inseminated by their dad in her cunt and had received sibling cum in her ass from their brother.

Sandy spun on her heel and stomped back into the kitchen. Mam looked at the expression on her face as she did so.

‘What are you all mardy for?’

‘She’s a right noisy bitch that one, when she’s got cock up her.’

‘You gonna take her pressie up to her bedroom or stop down here.’

‘Stop down here.’

‘Roight! I put the kettle on. We got us a chocolate cake, so we can start.’

Mam went into the hall.

‘Our wench got here, Mel, and she brought a present for you, so get your butt down here. I got the cake out.’

‘Roight, mam!’

A couple of minutes later a naked Melody breezed into the kitchen. She smiled at her sister.

‘Hi, our wench. I was just upstairs doing summat.’

Dad and Cal had followed Melody into the kitchen but they had put trunks on. As Melody said ‘doing summet’, dad leered.

‘Me and Cal were fucking the shit out of her. Cal was literally up her shitter!’

Sandy looked at her old man with annoyance.

‘I heard the pair of you saying you’d unloaded in her.’

Andy turned to his younger daughter.

‘Turn round and bend over, love, and show our wench your holes.’

Melody turned round, bent over and parted her bum cheeks. Semen was oozing out of both her holes.

Cal looked at Sandy.

‘Give me twenty minutes to recharge the batteries, and you can bend over, and I’ll plant a load in your ass too!’

She scowled at him and decided to let the little bugger know what she had overheard.

‘I don’t think Don would like it if you unloaded in my ass. Cal. He might tell me to sling my hook and then you and dad would need to look after me, and I doubt you want that, do you?’

Cal scowled at her. Either Melody was tactful enough to want to change the subject or keen to open her birthday present.

‘Mam yelled you brought me summat, our wench.’

Sandy stepped across to Melody, pecked her on the cheek and handed her the wrapped present. As they hugged, Melody whispered in her ear.

‘Sorry I couldn’t say nowt earlier.’

Much louder she went on.

‘I were telling our wench I can’t wait ter see what she got me!’

Melody tore the wrapping paper apart to reveal a red open crotch bra and brief set. She waved them in the air. As she did so, dad said.

‘Put ‘em on, our wench.’

The bra consisted of two triangles of spaghetti straps which made up the bra cups, so in other words meant not just her nipples and areolae were exposed, but most of the swelling of her tits as well.

The thong comprised a waist band with a bow tie, and a back strap which ran down her bum crack. This split into two spaghetti ribbons which ran at a 45 degree angle to the waist strap, leaving the whole of her pussy mound, her cleft, her clitoris and her pubic bush exposed.

As Melody fastened the skimpy garment, her dad pointed and laughed.

‘Doesn’t exactly hide much, do it?’

Melody smirked.

‘That’s the idea, you muffin. Our wench is bright enough to know what us girls need to get our guys hard. That’s so innit it, Sandy?’

Sandy blushed.

‘Yeah, course it is.’

‘You prance around the flat in one of these for Don, our wench?’

Sandy did not think it would be nice to say she would not willingly be seen dead in such garbage.

‘I’d not tried the seller before, so I ordered one. If it was crap I’d have kept it for myself, and got you summat else. If I thought it looked OK, I was gonna order one for myself.’

‘That’s sweet of yer, sis! It looks and feels all roight, but I suppose we ought to test it out. See if it’s up to it when I get fucked.’

Melody giggled and turned to her brother.

‘Cal, you was saying that after a few minutes you would be raring to give our wench a fuck, but she pointed out that Don might be pissed at her and chuck her out, so get over here and get on yer back on the floor.’

‘What do you want?’

‘I want you to fuck me, you dozy muffin.’

Cal had suggested unloading in Sandy’s ass and that had been almost twenty minutes ago. He lay on his back in the middle of the room. As he did so, Melody grabbed her sister’s hand.

‘Come on, our wench. It probably ain’t a good idea for Cal to empty ‘is balls in yer, as you said, but the two of us can get ‘im nice and hard so he can fuck me. All roight?’

Melody had always been the bossy boots in the family, even when she was three or four. Sandy had no wish to suck her brother’s cock, or even share the task with her sister, but from when she was nine, Melody’s wet little hole had saved her from being the prime target for the men in the family, so she owed her sister. It was hard to argue with the ‘birthday girl’ given the circumstances.

The two sisters, one a petite blonde who was fully clothed, and one a tall big-titted raven haired girl, who, as usual, had everything on show, crouched each side of their brother. Melody grasped Cal’s cock with one and held it upright. With her other hand, she pressed her sister’s head towards their brother’s crotch.

‘You go down on ‘im, our wench.’

Sandy did not want to go down on Cal, but it would upset Melody if she refused, and would annoy dad and Cal, and mam as well. She was scared of Cal and did not want to upset Mel, so there was not much choice.

‘All roight.’

As Sandy closed her lips round the head of her brother’s cock, she thought incongruously of the Brummie speak of the whole family. Mam might say ‘Our Wench’ when speaking of either of the girls, and she or Melody would refer to one another as ‘our wench.’ They were a pair of ‘Beermingum gerls’ and always would be.

As Sandy took her brother’s cock in her mouth, it was obvious from the taste that it had been up her sister’s ass not all that long previously. As the dirty little bugger had not washed his tool after he’d cum in Melody’s tight ass, she was doing an ‘ass-to-mouth’ as it was known in the porn trade. More than that, it was sibling ass-to-mouth with her brother’s cock from their sister’s ass. She hated it!

Sandy drove her head down so most of her brother’s shaft was in her mouth. With it full depth, she paused for a moment before pulling back. As she did so, she ran her tongue over the slab of flesh on the underside of his cock where the nerves ran. She pulled back all the way, and flicked her tongue against the slit in the end of Cal’s cock head.

‘Don’t be a greedy cow!’

Sandy glanced at her sister. Melody had a broad smile and gave a wink that only Sandy would be able to see. Although they were as different in temperament as in looks, the ‘gerls’ were fond of one another. Sandy was sure that Mel understood how little she enjoyed sucking or fucking their father or brother.

Mel, by contrast, could not wait to get her first taste of incestuous cock as soon as she was physically big enough. Sandy realised that Mel loved cock up her, but was sure Mel had often encouraged their old man or their brother to fuck her rather than her sister as she understood how little Sandy liked it.

To suggest Mel had sacrificed her honour for her sister would be an exaggeration. Mel adored a cock up her, but if she could divert a hard cock from Sandy’s hole to her own hole, she had done so ever since she was seven. In that respect no one could find a better sister.

Sandy reached out and caressed her sister’s silky black hair affectionately, as her sweet slut of a sister drove her head onto their brother’s cock until her lips touched his groin. As she did so, Mel stuck one finger up her cunt. When she pulled it out, it was glistening with her own juices and the semen her old man had pumped up her during the threesome with Cal.

She touched the slimy digit against Cal’s arsehole and pushed the tip of her finger though his anal sphincter. Her brother grunted ‘urrh’ as her finger invaded his rectum. After a few seconds, Cal started humping his hips off the ground.

Suddenly he groaned.

‘Fucking hell, that’s it. You’re too fucking good, Mel!’

Sandy realised that her nympho sister had got their brother to fire in her mouth although it had not been all that long since he had ass fucked her. Melody sat up. If anyone had any doubts about what a slut she was, she opened her mouth to reveal a pool of semen inside.

Although she had no need to do so, Sandy bent across her brother to kiss her sister on the mouth. Melody was a complete slut. There was no doubt of that, but Sandy was sure she had moved herself into the firing line as soon as she was physically big enough.

The sisters shared their brother’s cum, and as they did so, Mel gave her a knowing wink. The girls had no interests in common; in sex they were poles apart, as they were in looks. Despite their differences, Sandy knew that in her own weird way, Mel would always be in their pitching for her, and if Mel needed help, then what were sisters for?

When the two girls went to the bathroom before lunch, Mel whispered that Cal had suggested to dad that they fuck the shit out of Sandy, whether she liked it or not. This was why she had suggested the threesome to drain their brother’s balls. She whispered that Cal might make another play for her after lunch.

Sandy stayed for lunch with the family, leaving after lunch when Mel suggested it was time for Andy and Callum to give her a few million little presents. It did not take a PhD to work out what sort of presents Melody was angling for! It was also a warning to Sandy that she needed to flit while the going was good.

As she left the house, with her naked sister waving to her from the front door, Sandy’s mind was in a turmoil, but that was not unusual. She had hated being fucked by her old man and her brother, and part of her reason for marrying Donald had been to get away from the pair of them.

She knew she hated sex, but from what other ‘gerls’ had said to her at school, it was great, and Mel seemed obsessed with having cock up her. She fucked their father; she fucked their brother, and she had a reputation as ‘the school bike’ before she was twelve.

Sandy had hoped that when she married, sex would suddenly become fun, as Mel said it was, and the other ‘gerls’ in the school claimed it was. Sadly it was not fun. She hated sex with Don as much as she hated sex with her old man and her brother.

The only person she felt really close to was her sister, even though she was a complete whore! On the other hand she was a kind whore.

Chapter 2

Donald Parry looked at Sandy angrily. At twenty-three, she was fifteen years younger than her husband. When he met her, he had been captivated by her beauty and put down any doubts about her nature to her painful shyness. Five years later, he had finally come to his senses.

Sandy had a bagful of complexes, and when he had suggested counselling, she had blown up. At times, she was about as good natured and loving as the Wicked Witch of the East.

‘I’ve had enough of your excuses, Sandy. Ever since we married, it has been nothing but excuses. It’s crunch time, and it’s your choice now, Sandy. It’s make or break.’

‘But it’s disgusting, putting your thing in my mouth. You use it to pee.’

‘Most women go down on their boyfriends or husbands, Sandy.’

‘Then you should have married one of them, not me! There was that disgusting slut you took some nude photos of; you should have married her!’

Donald remembered the dreadful scene when Sandy had found some nude photos of Lucy who had been his previous girlfriend. At the time, he and Sandy had been married for less than six months, and she had initially screamed she was going back to mummy.

Lucy had been terminally ill for the last two years Donald had known her, and had asked Donald to photograph her nude before the cancer affected her too much, so he would remember her as she had been, not as she looked as the illness ravaged her.

At her funeral, as the coffin vanished behind the screen to be cremated, Donald felt sick, recalling the lively girl who knew she was dying, and the wreck she had become before she mercifully escaped from the hell her life had become.

He had explained to Sandy why he had taken the photos, but she was adamant. He had to destroy those disgusting photos, or she was going back to mummy. He had destroyed them, feeling he had to betray his wife or Lucy. As Lucy was dead, she could feel no pain, unless the dead could see what was happening to them after they had gone, of course.

When she taunted him about Lucy this time, he exploded.

‘Yes, I should have married Lucy. I suggested we should marry, but she said it was not right to be a bride for a few months and then leave me as a widower. If she had not died, I would have married her, and I could have been happy. Instead I was fool enough to marry you!’

Donald saw the look of shock on Sandy’s face. In the five years of their marriage, she had repeatedly complained about the disgusting photos of that whore Lucy. Never once had he snarled back at her so vehemently. As Sandy was trying to unravel that, Donald picked up his suitcases.

‘Please Donald!’

‘As I said Sandy, it’s your choice.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Then you will need to get a solicitor for the divorce.’

‘Perhaps we can talk when you are in a better mood, Donald.’

‘Goodbye Sandy.’

‘I, I’ll ... I’ll.’

‘Goodbye.’

Sandy stared at him. Her hands fluttered to the top button of her white blouse, and dropped to her side. Donald stepped past her.

‘Don!’

He did not bother to look at her, as it would be another ploy, as they all were. He was half way to the door when she screamed.

‘Don, I’m doing what you said.’

He turned round. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone, and as his eyes registered that, the fourth button, which was below her bosom, followed suit. Feverishly she unfastened the remaining buttons. The moment the last button was undone, Sandy pulled the blouse wide open, pushing it off her shoulders, and pulling it out of her skirt.

To his surprise she threw the blouse on the floor in the living room of their flat. Her face was suffused with red and she was staring at him desperately. She whispered.

‘See I did as you said, Don.’

Donald put his bag down and waited her several seconds. Sandy stood there. He picked his bag up and started to turn.

‘Don!’

He turned back. She had unfastened the zip of her black skirt which finished just below her knees. As he did so she pushed the garment off her hips and it fell round her ankles. She stepped out of it.

‘Is that...’

Donald was sure she was going to say ‘enough.’ He shook his head. Sandy was as red as a beetroot now, but put her hands behind her back and fiddled. Given how up-tight she was, unfastening her bra took an inordinate time, but that was probably sheer nervousness.

Finally she succeeded and dropped the bra on the floor. Donald pointed to her panties.

‘All right, Don. I’ll do it.’

She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her voluminous white panties, and jerked them down convulsively, revealing her blonde pussy bush which was proof that she really was a natural blonde, not an aviation blonde out of a bottle with a black box between her legs!

Donald had met her sister Melody once or twice, and she would assuredly have a black box. Unlike Sandy, with all her hang-ups, Melody was the exact opposite. At times, Donald wished he had married Melody rather than Sandy, as he was sure she would drop her panties at the drop of a hat or a lot less!

Sandy started at him, a pleading expression on her face. Donald had never seen her with such a look in his life, but he remembered the hundreds of disagreements ever since they had married.

‘I did it, Donald, just as you said.’

She stood there. Donald picked up his case.

‘Wait.’

Sandy dropped to her knees and shuffled to where he was standing. She stopped when her face was less than a foot from his crotch and on a level with it. After several seconds, Donald spoke.

‘Unfasten my trousers, take my cock out and suck it Sandy.’

In the five years they had been married, Sandy had never once gone down on him. She had never even played with his cock and did not like it if Donald was naked in her presence. Indeed she would pointedly look the other way. Sandy stared at his cock for ten, twenty, thirty seconds.

Donald spoke.

‘Well I’d better leave now, Sandy.’

‘No, I’ll do it, please let me!’

Sandy stared at the buckle on Donald’s belt for another thirty seconds. Donald was tempted to undo his trousers, but felt she had to do it herself. When she made no effort, he reached down to pick up his suitcases. Galvanised into action, Sandy put both hands to his belt to unfasten the buckle. As she did so Donald could see her hands were trembling and indeed her whole body seemed to be trembling as well.

She was a shy girl, and in the early days of their marriage, he had always let her cut and run! If friends invited them out for a meal, Sandy would not want to go, so Donald’s social life had all but collapsed.

She was sexually very repressed, as was evident from her refusal to blow him during the five years of their marriage, although he had suggested it from time to time. She would not do doggy and regarded sex once a week as more than enough. A period, or a headache, meant it was more like once a month in reality. He had hoped she would overcome her phobias, but they were becoming worse.

Donald thought of the many times he had suggested she make a little more effort in their love-making and how she always replied she was not some cheap little slut. Once or twice, it had turned into a slanging match when she had added ‘like that whore you knew.’

When Donald had married Sandy, he had put the deceased Lucy into a ‘past but not forgotten’ slot in his life, as he still had happy memories of her. The only thing that prompted a slanging match was if Sandy referred to the tragic Lucy as a slut or a whore.

Donald thought back to the day he collected Lucy from the hospital and she seemed pre-occupied at first and then asked him back to her flat. At her flat she had prepared a meal’ Afterwards, she had gone down on him without being asked. No red blooded male was likely to object to that. By the morning, Donald had fucked her half a dozen times.

On the last fuck, Lucy broke down and told him the terrible news that she had been diagnosed with cancer and that it was too far advanced to be treatable. She said she wanted to ‘live’ before her time was up, and it was the start of a torrid if doomed affair.

In the last six months of her life, Lucy was too weak to ‘live’ as she put it, but in the two years they had together, they had crammed a hundred years of love into their lives. If there was anything Sandy could say that would enrage Donald it was to criticise the dead girl.

Lucy, although she was dying, always wanted to make it good for Donald, saying quite rightly that if she made it good for him, it would be good for her. Sandy, by contrast, only seemed to think of herself.

She would not cook; She would not do the dishes or do any housework; she would not clean the flat or get a job. All Sandy was willing to do was to spend money on clothes and brick-a-brac that was useless, and to watch soaps on the TV. Their flat was crammed with her junk.

Once, if she had been visibly nervous, and the way her hands were shaking, suggested she was petrified, Donald would have instantly stopped. Now he looked at her with distaste. She finally unfastened his belt. She stared at his trouser clad groin. Donald spoke coldly.

‘I expected things to happen this year, Sandy.’

‘I’m sorry.’

Sandy unbuttoned the top button of his trousers and put her thumb and forefinger of this zip. She seemed incapable or unwilling to do anything.

‘I may as well go then.’

‘Sorry!’

Sandy clenched the zip fastener and pulled the zip down. From the terrified expression on her face, she might have opened a door to a cage of man eating lions! She looked as if she expected a vicious cock was going to leap out of his flies and devour her.

Donald did not like trunks so went ‘commando’ under his trousers. As Sandy unzipped him, she would see his pubic hair, his cock and his balls. Although they had fucked less than once a week, she had never been as close to his cock with her face, and by her expression, she did not welcome the new experience.

As she stared at his cock, Donald realised she had chickened out. He counted to thirty silently and put his hands to his patent fastener and the button. He dropped his hand to his zip so he would leave the flat ‘decent.’ As he did so, Sandy seemed to recollect what was happening.

As he started to pull his zip up she grabbed his hand.

‘No, Don, I can do it, but it’s hard. Give me a few seconds, please.’

Donald gave her another ten seconds and then replied.

‘Don’t bother, Sandy. You’re fucking well frigid. Dave was right, you are “Miss Fucking Niet.” You can't do it, as you are frigid and wrapped up in yourself. All you’ve ever cared about is yourself. With all your phobias about sex, I suggested counselling, but you hit the roof over that, so I’ve gone along with your crap, but I’ve just had enough. There’s no more chance of you going down on me now that on the day we married. I’m going.’

Sandy grabbed his cock, which was the first time she had taken hold of it in five years! She moaned.

‘Please Don. I will do it. I will, but it’s so hard for me. You know I can’t cope.’

‘You never made a bloody effort to cope, Sandy. I’ve had enough. You’re frigid. Now get dressed and go and sob on your own.’

To Donald’s amazement, Sandy grabbed the base of his cock with her thumb and two fingers. She stared at the tool as if she had never seen one in her life. Donald hissed.

‘Get on with it Sandy.’

Slowly she opened her mouth and edged forward, so her lips closed on an inch of his foreskin. If Donald had suggested she blow him, such a disgusting idea was rejected. If he suggested they watch porn, that was rejected, so he wondered if Sandy had any idea what to do with a cock now she had one in her mouth for what was no doubt the first time in her life!

She knelt before Donald with the tip of his cock in her mouth, but did nothing. Donald could see she was going cross eyes staring at the cock between her lips. He put his hands on her head.

‘You really don’t have a clue what to do, do you Sandy?’

She ejected the cock and snivelled.

‘I’m sorry, I’m useless.’

Donald looked at the woman he had once worshipped, but who, had by her indifference, had killed his love. Maybe he could get a quick blow job off her, and one blow job in five years would be quite an achievement for Sandy. It would be the highlight of five wasted years!

As he stared at her, she kissed the end of his foreskin. Donald reminded her.

‘If you want me to stay Sandy, you have to make an effort. Before you suck me, there is something you have to accept. I worshipped you and you threw it away. All you ever did was to think of yourself. You never got up in the morning. You never did any cooking or housework. You never suggested you could get a job. You might not suck me, but all of that sucks, doesn’t it?

‘I’m sorry Don, If you’ll give me a chance, I will try.’

As Sandy spoke, Donald was looking at her closely. In the past, if he has suggested she might do something in the flat, or be a bit more sexy, she had always looked daggers at him, and refused indignantly.

Although she was agreeing to what he suggested, the bitter look was still there as was the resentment in her tone. Her willingness to change was not real! She was going along with whatever he demanded, banking that once he had cooled down, life would continue as before.

If she had meant what she had said, pulling her weight in their marriage, and in bed, that would have been ample. Her new-found willingness to suck his cock was a sham! Donald decided it was over, but as the words, “it’s all a sham” formed in his mind, they remained unsaid.

Instead, Donald looked at her; tear streaked, with her hair awry, and desperately trying to wriggle out of the situation she had created. For five long years, he had gone along with all her laziness and negative attitude. He had accepted her shyness as an excuse. Now the worm had turned, but even with her marriage on the line, her ‘conversion’ to different ideas was no more than a sham.

Donald looked at the naked woman he had once loved. She had finished that off, but she looked incredibly sexy. He had thought she was wonderful when he met her. Her sister was as near as made no difference a nympho, and Donald might have gone for the cheap slut in a different setting.

With Sandy and her parents in the same room when the thirteen year old Melody propositioned him, she was too bloody embarrassing. No matter how good a fuck she was, you could not take a little whore like her anywhere. At a church fate, she’d probably proposition the bishop!

Sandy, by contrast was shy and obviously embarrassed at what Melody had said, but with a sister like her, that was understandable. Sandy was lovely, sweet tempered and if she was half as sexy in bed as Melody was, she was the perfect combination.

Although it was clear how much her sister embarrassed her, Donald loved the way Sandy defended the little slut, always trying to put a respectable gloss on Melody. If she was that loyal to the little tramp, she was a sweetie!

By the time Donald had married her, he was head over heels in love with Sandy and he too was prepared to turn somersaults to pretend his new sister-in-law was merely down-to-earth and outspoken, but not a whore.

The only time Melody had met Donald’s parents, which was at the wedding reception, it had been a disaster. Most mothers would look askance if the bride’s sister said she fancied the groom, and he could fuck the daylights out of her any time he wanted!

Mel made it worse when she added that Don’s old man had the same rights if he wanted to stick it up her! Don still remembered the look of disgust on his mother’s face!

If Sandy had played fair during the five years of their marriage, it would have been different, but even now she was trying to play him for a sucker. Did he let her do that? If he still loved her, perhaps he would have done so.

She had destroyed his love, but she looked fantastic, even though she was crap in bed, Donald wondered whether he said he had seen through her pretend words and walked out, or did he pretend to accept her protestations of change at face value, just as she was pretending.

Although he did not know it, as Sandy had never confided in him, she had the guilt feeling that many victims of abuse suffer from. She knew she was a bad worthless whore, and the only way she could avoid more shame was to run away from sexual intimacy. Sex, to Sandy, was disgusting.

In her frantic flight from intimacy, Sandy had alienated the one person, other than her sex crazy sister, who might have been able to help her, but to Sandy, it was inconceivable that Donald or her depraved sister could do a thing for her.

Chapter 3

Sandy was holding Donald’s cock, but her body language showed her true intentions. He decided the pretence could go two ways. She was pretending, so he would pretend as well for the time being.

In any worthwhile relationship, you did not use your bargaining strength to drive the other party into a corner. For years, she had known he would never ‘upset’ her, which meant he always gave in to her ideas. That had been the weapon she had exploited time and again. It meant there had never been any give or take in the five years of their marriage. It had been all take of her part.

If there was no give or take, trust or respect were eventually lost. Instead of seeing Sandy as the woman he had worshipped, Donald saw her as a beautiful but heartless stranger. If she wanted something from now on, she had to deserve it, and it was time for him to call the tune. If she jumped, fine. If not, tough!

He was convinced they were through, as she did not mean a word she said, but it seemed as if she hoped she could con him yet again. After the initial few seconds, when she stripped off her clothing in a panic, she was probably calculating how much she had to tolerate to have the crisis forgotten.

She had only agreed to go down on him as a means of saving her comfortable and convenient life style, so he would see what other concessions he could wring out of her. There would inevitably be a point at which she would rebel, but until then, it would be amusing to see her apparently making an effort to be a real partner.

She was every bit as beautiful as the day he married her, and if she did make an effort, she could be a superb fuck. After five years of famine, Donald hoped he might enjoy some fun, although a feast was unlikely, given her frigidity. Not the least pleasure would be pushing her further and further until she rebelled.

That would be when the demands he made went beyond what she would give, and given her antics over a simple blow job, it might even be before they discussed her second blowjob! If she thought she could con him any longer, and rely on his sympathy, she was in for a shock.

Donald no longer cared about her, after her indifference, so if she wanted a marriage of convenience, she had to put up. Every man has fantasies, but Donald had never seen them as likely, or even desirable, when he worshipped Sandy. It had taken him five years to reach crisis point.

Now she would agree to his fantasies, as he had agreed to what she demanded for five years. He wondered if this phase would last five hours or five days, let alone five weeks. He decided she needed to know where she stood.

‘I go out to work every day to earn money to support you, so it is not unreasonable that you pull your weight in the flat. I don’t say you have to do everything, Sandy, as that would be unfair, but you need to make a serious contribution. Are you prepared to do that?’

‘Yes, if you give me a chance Donald.’

As he looked at her, he saw her look of resentment at being expected to do anything change to a sly smile. She would probably vacuum the flat for a week or two and help with the washing up, but it would soon peter out. Donald turned the screws harder.

‘You turned our sex life into a joke, Sandy.’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but you know how shy I am.’

‘You always use that as an excuse. I have to go along with your ideas, but there is never any compromise. Well from now on it will be very different, Sandy. When we go to bed, you will sleep in the nude. The voluminous nighties you wear are going in the bin today! Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Donald.’

When she agreed to sex once a week in bed, Sandy had reluctantly hoisted her nightie round her waist. After all there was no other way they could fuck, was there? Sleeping raw would be a step in the right direction. It was something she could hardly oppose, without revealing her ‘change of heart’ was a complete sham.

‘Whatever you say, Don.’

As she spoke Donald could almost sense the gearwheels clicking round in her head. She might have to be naked in bed, but that was no need to abandon the once a week rule. He replied.

‘Ever since we married, you have objected to having sex more than once a week, Sandy. From now on, I am going to fuck you in bed whenever I feel like it. If I want you two or three times in the night, I am fucking you two or three times. Do you understand that?’

‘Don’t be crude, Don. It is common to say fuck. Couples are intimate with one another, or perhaps we could say “make love”, but we do not say fuck.’

‘Grow up, Sandy. Fucking is a basic fact of life in the animal kingdom. Do bulls make love to cows, do stallions make love to mares? No of course not! A bull has sex with a cow because he wants to feel his cock going into her cunt. He fucks her. It is as simple as that.’

‘We are different to animals, Donald.’

‘Darwin said that different species are descended from one another. Our closest relatives in the animal world are monkeys, so do monkeys make love to one another? If so, perhaps you would like to make love to a monkey!’

‘Donald, that is disgusting!’

‘It’s fact. A male horse or a male dog or a male monkey has a cock, and it works just the same as my cock. A female horse or dog has a cunt. You’ve never agreed to me fucking you ‘doggy’ style, but why is it called doggy style, Sandy?’

Sandy went bright red.

‘I umm errr. I....’

Have you ever seen a dog mount a bitch, Sandy?’

‘I, err, umm, errr...’

‘The dog comes up behind the bitch and climbs on her back and rams his cock up her cunt. If you kneel on all fours and I climb on your back, it is just the same, so that is why it is called doggy sex.’

‘I, I, err, umm.’

‘Tonight you are going on all fours and I am going to fuck you doggy style, Sandy.’

‘I, I, ... Ohh very well Don. I suppose we must.’

Donald coughed as she said ‘I suppose we must.’ It was to stifle a laugh. When they were first married, he had suggested fucking her doggy style, although he had not made the suggestion for at least four years now, as it always led to a row. As Sandy was afraid her comfortable life style might be at risk, she had finally changed her tune.

‘I’m looking forward to mounting you doggy style, like you were a bitch, darling. You might even give a few barks for the fun of it. I probably will!’

‘Donald, don’t be disgusting!’

‘Mind you, seeing you fucking a monkey or a dog would be a real thrill.’

‘Donald, that is disgusting. I forbid you to talk about it again!’

Donald had no wish to see her fuck a monkey or a dog, or indeed another man, but she had made a resentful ‘I suppose we must’ when he had suggested he fucked her in the doggy position. He had tried to make it light-hearted, suggesting both of them might give a few barks for the fun of it.

She had snapped it was disgusting, even though there was no suggestion of her coupling with a beast. It suggested that when he did fuck her doggy style, there would be resentment, so had anything changed, or was there just the pretence of change?

Each response was another pointer that nothing had changed, and each lie fed his bitterness towards her. His line about seeing her fuck a monkey or a dog had not been meant, but he decided to take it further.

‘Yeah, I’d like to see you fucking a dog darling.’

Sandy scowled at him, but did not repeat her comment forbidding him to talk about it again. Perhaps she had decided that too many protests would highlight how insincere she was. If so, it might compromise her plan to con him.

‘Yeah it would be good to see a nice big dog mount you and fuck his cum into you, and to see his cum dripping out of you afterwards, bab.’

Sandy remained silent.

‘Do you remember the day we were in Scotland and we saw that bull, Sandy?’

She was silent.

‘Well?’

She replied sullenly.

‘Yes, I do.’

‘Do you remember the bull had a hard on, and the size of his cock?’

Don recalled how acutely embarrassed she had been at the sight of the bull about to mount a heifer! Predictably, she was silent.

‘Do you remember, Sandy?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘I’d like to see a cock that size rammed up you bab.’

Sandy was scarlet, but she did not protest.

‘You’d know all about it with a cock that size up you, Sandy! Wouldn’t you?’

She muttered.

‘I expect so.’