Trixies Step-daddy decides sharing is caring…
It was a special day for 14 year old Trixie.
Her step-er daddy had told her he was going to share her with his naughty friends.
Felix and Karl were two men he had met chatting on an encrypted messaging app.
They shared similar interest’s in young girls. Young girls like Trixie.
Neither was married, nor had children of their own, so they had been really happy to meet her step-dad, and even more excited to realise they all lived in the same city!
Trixie (Trixie was her nickname and was short for Beatrix) was both excited and nervous of meeting her step-dads new friends.
She knew what they looked like; had seen dressed and nude shots of them.
Neither was an oil painting, nor even especially young or even fit.
Her step-addy had asked her to wear her school uniform, which was a modest white shirt and a gray pleated skirt with socks and neat lace up shoes.
She looked adorable in it.
He had asked her not to wear make-up because it was ‘whorish’, so she compromised on a cherry scented chapstick, for the slight gloss it gave her lips.
Oh, an, yes, in case you are wondering, she wore her underwear. No bra though because it’s silly to wear one if your boobs are so small you don’t need to.
She did make sure to shower thoroughly and to pass a razor over the tiny wisps of hair she thought might be starting in her armpits and on her pussy
She also brushed and flossed.
She wanted to be nice and clean as it was a humid, warm day.
She sat on the sofa in the lounge room.
Why was her mouth so dry?
She went and got a glass of water and drank it. A big glass.
Her strp-ad put his hands on her shoulders, massaging.
“You’ll do great baby. Just be yourself, relax and enjoy it, ok?”
She nodded. “OK, daddy. I’ll try. I want to make you happy.”
“Good girl, Trixie. I know you do. You’ll do just great,” he repeated.
“Felix and Karl are gonna love you.”
She heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.
She looked out the windows and saw a rusty van. The door swung open and a man got out. She recognised Karl from the pictures her daddy had shown her.
She gulped and sat on the sofa, her breathing suddenly rapid.
She watched her step-daddy walk to the door and open it when Kark knocked.
“Hey, brother,” Karl shook her daddy’s hand and passed him a fat envelope.
Trixies eyes widened a little.
Karl was a heavy looking man of average height, bald, bearded, wearing boots. Greasy jeans and a faded, rusty-looking black t-shirt.
His eyes lit on Trixie and he wet his lips.
“You must be Trixie, right, little lady?”
“Man,” he said to her step-daddy. “She’s a peach.”
“Told you.”
“Come on over cutie, lemme look at you.”
Karl put out his hand expectantly.
She got to her feet and walked across the room where Karl stood.
“Well, well, ain’t you a sight,” he said. touching her cheek with damp fingers.
Trixie shivered, paling.
“Why don’t you get her a drink? Help her relax?”
Her daddy opened a cooler with some vodka and cranberry drinks. He popped one and tipped a little white powder into it.
Trixies eyes widened.
“Daddy. Is that *drugs*?”
“No honey,” said her daddy. ” it’s some medicine to help you relax.”
She didn’t notice Karl smirking behind her.
“Here,” he said, offering it to her. “Drink up. You’ll feel better in no time.”
Trixie took it and trustingly took a mouthful of the soda-sweet drink.
“Good?” Her step-daddy squeezed her shoulder.
She nodded, feeling a flush of heat rise to her cheeks.
“Good girl. Now drink it all up, ok?”
He passed Karl a beer, opening one for himself.
“Cheers brother.”
As they sat around drinking, there was another knock at the door.
“Ahh, that’ll be Felix,” exclaimed David.
He strode to the door, opened it, and there he was. As old or a little older than Karl, but skinny and very tanned with thinning hair, so densely black that it had to be dyed.
Like Karl, he passed her daddy an envelope on the way in thru the door. He grinned.
Fuck. He had no teeth, she realised.
Trixies step-daddy passed Felix a beer, encouraging her to drink more of her special cocktail.
It was making her feel all warm and soft and breathy.
Felix spoke in a mushy voice.
“Fuck man, you weren’t lying.”
He slurped on his beer. Ran his fingers down her arm.
Trixie sighed, not meaning to.
Was it the drink? The medicine?
Oh, she felt so warm and happy. Almost euphoric.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, her cheeks pink.
“Its really hot,” she said, a little foolishly, tipsy and high.
“Well,” said her step-daddy. “We can help with that.”
He started to unbutton her shirt under the lustful gace of Karl and Felix.
Karl moved in to nuzzle her neck as her bare shoulders were revealed.
She giggled, a little.
“Tickles!”
Karl laughed. “She likes it!”
He tweaked her tiny pink nipples.
She hissed an intake of breath.
Felix undid the buckle of her little skirt and freed the zip, letting it fall to her ankles.
She stepped out of it to stand in her panties and shoes and socks.
The two men started moving their hands over her excitedly trembling, sweat-slick body.
Whatever was in that drink was making her sweat profusely.
“Now, Trixie ,” said her step-dad. “We are going to try something new today, ok?”
“We are going to play with you while you are tied up. Won’t that be fun?”
She nodded slowly, trying to think clearly, but it wouldn’t come.
David got out a bag with ropes and cuffs and other things in it.
“Turn around, and put your hands behind your back, honey.”
She obeyed, her heart sounding.
She felt the cold metal of the handcuffs close about her wrists.
“There.”
Loops of rope were passed firmly around her elbows, binding them together, making her shoulders come back.
“Gorgeous,” lisped Felix.
They positioned the youngster so she knelt in front of the sofa on the carpet.
It was a piece of furniture from the 1980s, ugly, but with a usefully exposed timber frame.
The three men working together passed more ropes from her bound arms to the arms of the sofa, immobilising the girl.
For good measure, her daddy bound her thighs together with multiple passes of the rope just above her knees.
For the first time Trixie felt a quiver of doubt break through her hazy mind.
Karl ran a large hand over her pantirs-clad bottom, lasciviously fondling her.
“Fuck, that’s a sight, hey guys?” He grinned.
He pulled her panties down as far as the ropes would allow, revealing her backside and her delectable pussy sandwiched between her bound thighs.
Her step-daddy put a sleep mask style blind fold over her eyes.
“What about the shoes?” Mushed Felix, toothlessly.
“Leave ’em on. Looks hotter like that.” Said Karl.
Her step-daddy wrote three names on scraps of paper.
He drew Felixs name from a hat.
“Lucky guy..!”
Felix was to be first.
Karl watched with wry jealousy as the walnut tanned, rail thin toothless guy with the dyed and thinning hair stripped.
Damn, he was a well-hung mother-fucker.
Trixies step-daddy winced when he saw how big he was in the flesh and tossed him a tube of lube.
Jutting from among the shaves-to-stubble of his pubes was 7 thick inches of hard cock, straining for his little girls pussy.
Felix rummaged through his discarded pants and pulled out a packed glass pipe and a lighter.
He heated the bowl until vapour rose from it and then took a deep hit, rolling his eyes in pleasure.
He put the stem to Trixies lips.
“Breathe it in and hold it baby.”
She did her best, coughing a little in the acrid fumes.
“Ohhh….”
A wave of euphoria washed through her, better than what she had felt from the ‘medicine’ in her drink.
She felt cold lube on her pussy as Felix smeared it over and between her lips.
She sucked in a short sharp breath in the darkness behind her blindfold as Felix knelt behind her, both his hands grasping her hips.
She moaned into the cushions, knowing what was coming.
She couldn’t move a muscle
She felt him nudge against her.
She tensed.
He growled and sank his penis into her on one smooth thrust.
“Hnnnh!”
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Fuuuck, little girl pussy is the best..”
His hips flattened her ass cheeks, shoving her forward against the rough material of the cushions.
Her step-daddy started masturbating at the sight of his little girl being fuckef.
“Fuck,” grunted Felix with each hard thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Fucking take my cock, you little slut.”
He was pounding the 14 year old with meth fuelled vigour.
Sweat ran down his chest, dripping from his nose and chin onto her back.
Her breath was forced from her in a series of sharp pants as each slamming thrust went into her.
She struggled against the ropes.
Her step-daddy and Karl watched her, Karl pulled his cock out and stroked it.
“Fuck, what a sight.”
Felixs’ rhythm fell apart as he got close anf with one last, guttural “yeah!”, he shot Trixies red, puffy little pussy full of his hot cum.
He pulled out of her and watched his semen slide down her thigh.
She hitched a sob, but swallowed it down.
Felix was still swearing, fuck, what a hot little bitch. Fuck this is gonna be the best night ever.
Trixie heard this with… dread?
It was only 2 in the afternoon!
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