Masked betrayal

A father is forced to secretly spy on his 14 year old daughter and her friends during her first halloween party and takes advantage of his masked appearance.

"Mom, it's just a Pikachu costume," Sophie whined, tugging at the oversized turtleneck her mother had insisted she wear under the bright yellow hoodie. The fabric bunched awkwardly around her narrow hips, swallowing her tiny frame.

Her mother folded her arms, lips pressed thin. "Absolutely not. That thing barely covers your..." She stopped herself, nostrils flaring as she gestured vaguely at Sophie’s body. "I know what those costumes look like online. You're wearing layers."

Sophie rolled her eyes so hard her head tilted back. The doorbell rang, her friends, finally. She lunged for it, but her mom blocked the way, peering through the peephole. A sharp inhale. "Oh my God." The door swung open to reveal three girls in skintight, thigh-high Pokemon outfits, their midriffs bare, the fabric straining across their developing chests. And little skirts so short they barely covered their bottoms.

Sophie's cheeks burned, half from jealousy, half from excitement. Her mom turned pale. "You're not going like this," she hissed, fingers digging into Sophie's shoulder.

One of the girls, Lina, flipped her dark hair and smirked. "Chill, Mrs. Reynolds. It's just Halloween." Behind her, the other two giggled, their tiny skirts riding up as they shifted on the doorstep. Sophie's mom opened her mouth, but Sophie cut in, voice cracking: "Mom, please. Everyone's dressed like this!"

Her mother's grip tightened. "You're fourteen," she spat, as if that explained everything. Then, quieter, her eyes darting to the girls: "And you're all going to freeze." Sophie knew that tone, final, unshakable. The turtleneck itched against her throat. She swallowed the lump in her throat and stepped forward, past her friends' raised eyebrows.

The door slammed behind them. The second they hit the sidewalk, Lina dug into her oversized purse. "Emergency stash," she whispered, pulling out a folded wad of yellow fabric. Sophie's heart lurched. The real costume, the one she'd hidden under her bed, the one with the tiny yellow skirt and cropped top that barely covered her ribs. The other girls squealed, already peeling off their jackets to reveal their tiny bikini tops.

Inside the house, Sophie's mother clutched the edge of the kitchen counter, knuckles white. "Paul." Her voice cracked. He looked up from his newspaper, brow furrowing at her trembling lips. "They're out there dressed like, like some..." Her hands fluttered uselessly. "Those girls looked like they belonged on a street corner."

Paul sighed, folding the paper. "It's Halloween, Diane. Kids dress like idiots every year." He reached for his coffee, but she snatched his wrist.

"You didn't see them," Diane hissed, her nails pressing crescents into his skin. "They looked like, like they wanted attention. The wrong kind." Her voice dropped to a whisper, as if the neighbors might hear. "Sophie's fourteen. Fourteen, Paul. And those girls... they looked like they were begging for trouble."

Paul exhaled through his nose, peeling her fingers off his wrist. The newspaper lay forgotten, ink smudging where her grip had crushed it. "Christ, Diane. It's one night. She's with her friends." He rubbed his temples, imagining Sophie's eyeroll, that exaggerated teenage disgust he'd grown accustomed to. But Diane's breathing was shallow, her pupils dilated like she'd seen a ghost. Or worse, a predator lurking in the shadows of some suburban house party.

"Follow her." The words tumbled out of Diane's mouth before she could stop them. Paul's head snapped up. "You're joking." Diane was already moving, rummaging in the hall closet, tossing aside scarves and mittens until she emerged with a grotesque rubber werewolf mask, its matted fur stiff with disuse. "Wear this. Change your clothes. Take off your ring." She thrust it at him, the mask's hollow eyes staring blankly up at him. "Just... just keep an eye on her. Please."

Paul stared at the mask like it might bite him. "You realize how insane this sounds, right?" The latex smelled faintly of mildew, the elastic strap frayed at the edges. Diane's hands trembled as she adjusted his collar, her fingers lingering on his chest. "You didn't see them," she whispered again, her breath warm against his neck. "Those outfits... the way those girls moved. Like they, like they knew exactly what they were doing." Her voice cracked. "Sophie doesn't know. She can't."

He swallowed hard, the mask dangling from his fingers. The weight of it, the absurdity, settled in his gut. But Diane's eyes were wet, her lips pressed into a thin line. The kind of look that brooked no argument. With a grunt, he shrugged off his sweater, the fabric catching on his wedding ring. He hesitated, then slid it off, dropping it into Diane's waiting palm. The gold band gleamed under the kitchen lights, suddenly foreign in her grip.

Upstairs, he dug through the closet for something nondescript, jeans, a black hoodie. The mask's rubbery interior clung to his face as he adjusted it, the elastic biting into the back of his head. His own reflection in the mirror startled him: a hulking stranger with matted fur and yellowed fangs. Diane handed him the car keys, her fingers cold. "Just... make sure she's safe," she murmured. He stepped out into the cold night.

The party house pulsed with bass, strobe lights slicing through the fogged windows. Inside, bodies pressed together, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. Paul shouldered through the crowd, the mask shielding him from recognition. Then he saw them, a cluster of girls near the DJ booth, their neon costumes glowing under blacklight. Sophie stood out instantly, not because of her modest layers, but because she wasn't wearing them anymore.

The turtleneck was gone. The sweatpants, nowhere in sight. Instead, his daughter was wrapped in a scandalous yellow outfit so tight it looked painted on, the fabric straining across her nonexistent curves. The cropped top barely concealed her flat chest, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal the faint shadow between her collarbones. Below, a skirt shorter than his palm fluttered with every shift of her hips, the hem riding up to expose the smooth underside of her tiny ass. A matching tail bounced with her movements, the lightning bolt-shaped appendage swaying suggestively above her pert cheeks. Paul's throat went dry.

Her friends were worse, if that was possible. Lina’s dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, her Jigglypuff costume consisting of little more than a pink bandeau and a thong barely hidden by a translucent skirt. The other two girls pressed against Sophie, their bodies glistening under the strobe lights, their laughter high and sharp as they ground against each other to the bass. Sophie’s blonde waves stuck to her flushed cheeks, her sea-blue eyes glazed with something Paul didn’t want to name. When she threw her head back, laughing at something Lina whispered, the neckline of her top gaped, revealing the faint pink of her nipples.

Paul’s fingers dug into his thighs. He should leave. He shouldn't be here, eventhough their outfits were wildly inappropriate, they were just having fun. But then a group of college-aged guys shouldered their way toward the girls, their grins too wide, their eyes lingering too long on the way Sophie’s skirt rode up when she twirled. One of them, tall, with a varsity jacket, reached out to tug her tail, his fingers brushing the curve of her ass. Sophie giggled, but Paul saw the way she stiffened, the way her smile flickered. His feet moved before his brain caught up.

He cut through the dancers, his bulk knocking the varsity guy back a step. The mask hid his snarl. Sophie blinked up at him, her pupils blown wide under the strobes. Lina grabbed his arm, her small fingers warm against his skin. “Oooh, werewolf got jealous,” she teased, pressing her perky tits against his side. The scent of her, bubblegum and sweat, flooded his nostrils. Sophie’s gaze darted between them, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Paul hesitated, then gripped Sophie’s waist,so small his fingers nearly met around it, and pulled her against him. The heat of her tiny body seared through his hoodie. The college boys scoffed, but Sophie’s breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as she ground against his thigh. He could feel the dampness through her skirt. Lina’s hand slid down his chest, her nails scraping over his abs. “Damn,” she breathed, “you’re huge.”

Sophie giggled, arching her back until her barely-there chest brushed his arm. Her skirt rode up, the hem catching on the curve of her ass. Paul swallowed hard. He could see the shadow between her thighs, the outline of her pussy lips pressed against the fabric. Lina twirled, her translucent skirt flaring to reveal the neon thong beneath. She grabbed Sophie’s hand, pulling her into a twerk, their little asses bouncing in perfect sync. The crowd whooped. Sophie’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t stop, just rolled her hips harder, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Paul’s cock throbbed, straining against his jeans. Sophie dropped low, her knees spread wide, fingers trailing up her thighs. The skirt slid higher, the fabric damp where her tiny slit peeked through. Lina gasped, bending over to smack Sophie’s ass. The slap echoed, sharp, wet. Sophie moaned, her hips jerking forward. Paul’s fingers twitched. He should leave. But Lina was grinding against him now, her bubble butt pressing into his erection. “Like what you see, wolfie?” she purred, twisting to whisper in his ear. Her breath smelled like cherry gloss.

Paul stumbled back, knocking into a guy chugging beer. The mask’s elastic dug into his skull. Sophie’s eyes locked onto his, blue, glazed, curious. She licked her lips again. Fuck. He turned, shoving through sweaty bodies. Behind him, Lina’s laughter cut through the bass. “Scaredy-cat!” she yelled. Sophie’s giggle followed, high, breathy. His daughter’s giggle.

The kitchen reeked of spilled vodka and stale Doritos. He yanked the mask up just enough to gasp air. Condensation dripped from the fridge onto his boots. He leaned against the counter, willing his erection down. What the fuck was he doing? Diane’s voice hissed in his skull: "Keep an eye on her." Not this. Never this.

The door swung open, Lina’s dark hair tousled, her Jigglypuff bandeau askew, one perky nipple peeking over the sequined edge. She blinked at him, lips parting around a giggle. "Ohhh, it’s you." Her fingers trailed along the countertop as she sauntered closer, hips swaying. "Ran away from little Sophie?"

Paul stiffened. The mask’s rubber pressed hot against his face. Lina’s gaze flicked downward, her pink tongue darting out. She reached for a half-empty bottle of vodka, her tiny fingers struggling with the cap. "Ugh," she whined, thrusting it toward him. "Help?"

The bottle was slick with condensation. He hesitated, she was fourteen, but her doe eyes widened, her chestnut curls bouncing as she pouted. "C'mon, wolfie. Don't be lame." Her bandeau slipped lower. The scent of her, strawberry shampoo clung to his tongue. His fingers brushed hers as he twisted the cap. She giggled, taking a swig before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Sophie's such a lightweight," Lina sighed, leaning against the counter so her skirt rode up. The outline of her thong visibly dissapearing in between her small cheeks. "One sip and she’s all..." She mimed swooning, her small perky tits jiggling. Paul swallowed hard. The vodka burned in his gut. Lina’s gaze dropped to his crotch, her lips quirking. "Guess you're not a lightweight, huh?"

The mask hid his flush. He should leave, should push past her, find Sophie, drag her home. But Lina’s fingers trailed up his arm, her nails scraping lightly. "You’re kinda hot for an older guy," she murmured, stepping closer. Her bubble butt brushed his thigh. The vodka bottle slipped from her grip, thudding to the floor. Neither moved.

Upstairs, Sophie bit her lip as a college boy fumbled with his belt. His fingers trembled against her thigh, tracing the edge of her panties. She should stop him, she barely knew him,but the vodka burned sweet in her veins, and his whispered praise sent heat pooling between her legs. "Such a good little Pikachu," he groaned, thumbing her clit through damp fabric. Sophie gasped, her knees sinking into the mattress.

Downstairs, Lina’s fingers curled into Paul’s hoodie. Her breath hitched when his cock twitched against her belly. "Someone’s excited," she purred, rolling her hips. The kitchen lights flickered overhead, casting shadows across her flushed cheeks. Paul’s pulse pounded in his ears, her scent, her warmth, the way her tiny body molded against his. He should push her away. Instead, his hands found her waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin beneath her bandeau.

Lina grinned, pressing closer. "Wanna show me what’s under those jeans?" Her fingers traced the outline of his erection, her nail scraping the denim. "Bet it’s huge." The mask hid Paul’s groan. He should say no. Should walk away. But the vodka burned in his veins, and Lina’s thigh slid between his legs. "Come upstairs," she whispered, nipping his earlobe. "Sophie’s already up there with some guy."

Paul froze. His fingers dug into Lina’s hips. "What?" His voice came out hoarse, distorted by the mask. Lina giggled, tugging his hand. "Yeah, she’s being such a slut tonight." She leaned in, her breath hot. "Bet you’d fuck better than that scrawny loser."

His stomach twisted. Sophie, his Sophie, was upstairs letting some college boy paw at her? He jerked away, knocking over a stack of Solo cups. Lina pouted. "What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a couple of teen pussies." Her fingers trailed down his chest, slipping under his waistband.

Paul’s breath hitched. He could hear Diane’s voice screeching in his skull, "she’s fourteen, Paul!", but Lina’s fingers were already unbuttoning his jeans, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. The mask fogged up with his ragged breaths.

"Stop." His voice came out gruff, distorted by the rubber. Lina froze, her brow furrowing. Paul grabbed her wrist, so small his fingers circled it completely, and pulled her close enough to smell the vodka on her breath. "Upstairs," he growled. "Now."

Lina’s lips curled into a wicked grin. She tugged him toward the staircase, her tiny hand slick with sweat. The bass thumped through the floorboards as they climbed, past couples making out against the wall, past a girl vomiting into a potted plant. At the top of the stairs, Lina turned, her hazel eyes glinting under the dim hall light. "Third door," she whispered, biting her lip. "Sophie’s being such a naughty Pikachu."

Paul’s pulse roared in his ears. The mask clung to his face like a second skin as he followed her down the hallway, the scent of weed and cheap perfume thickening the air. Through the cracked door, he heard it, a wet, rhythmic slurping, punctuated by a boy’s choked gasps. Lina pushed the door open wider, her giggle sharp as broken glass.

Sophie was on her knees, her blonde waves brushing the boy’s thighs. His fingers tangled in her hair, his hips jerking forward as she bobbed her head with clumsy enthusiasm. The cropped top of her costume had slipped down, exposing the pale curve of her back. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, the damp yellow fabric clinging to the bare swell of her ass. Paul’s gut twisted. She looked so small beneath him, so fucking tiny.

Lina’s fingers dug into his arm. "Told you," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. The boy groaned, his head falling back as Sophie’s pink lips stretched wider. His cock glistened under the dim bedroom light, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Sophie’s lashes fluttered, her cheeks hollowed, and suddenly the boy shuddered, his grip tightening painfully in her hair. "Fuck... shit..." he choked, spurting thick ropes down her throat.

Sophie coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lipstick smeared across her cheek like a bruise. The boy slumped back, panting. "That was..." He blinked drowsily. "Damn." Sophie’s nose wrinkled. "That’s it?" Her voice was small, disappointed. The boy shrugged, already reaching for his pants.

Lina giggled, tugging Paul into the room. Sophie’s head snapped up, her blue eyes widening at the werewolf mask looming in the doorway. A flush crept down her neck. "L-Lina?" Her fingers fumbled to pull her skirt down, but the fabric stuck to her thighs, damp with sweat. Lina sashayed forward, her hips swaying. "Found someone better," she purred, turning to Paul with a smirk. "We love older guys, right?"

Sophie’s breath hitched. The college boy scrambled off the bed, zipping his jeans with a nervous chuckle. "Uh, I’ll just..." He sidestepped Paul’s hulking frame, fleeing down the hall. Sophie stared at the floor, her knees pressed together. Paul’s pulse hammered. He should leave. Now. But Lina was already peeling off her bandeau, her perky tits bouncing free. "Your turn," she whispered, pressing against him.

Sophie’s cheeks burned. "L-Lina..." The words died as Lina’s lips crashed into hers, their small bodies colliding with a gasp. Paul’s cock twitched. Sophie whimpered, not in protest, but surprise, as Lina’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her closer. The kiss was sloppy, wet with vodka and cherry gloss. Sophie’s hands fluttered at her sides before settling hesitantly on Lina’s waist.

Lina pulled back just enough to lick the smear of cum from Sophie’s chin. "Mmm," she hummed, smirking against Sophie’s parted lips. "Tastes like disappointment." Sophie giggled, high and breathy, her fingers tightening in Lina’s skirt. With a wicked grin, Lina peeled Sophie’s ruined top down, revealing her tiny chest, the pink buds hardening under the flickering bedroom light. Sophie shivered but didn’t stop her, just tilted her head back as Lina’s mouth trailed lower, nipping at her collarbones.

Paul’s knees locked. The mask’s rubber clung to his flushed skin, trapping his ragged breaths. Lina’s fingers hooked into Sophie’s skirt, yanking it down her thighs. The fabric caught on Sophie’s hips, baring the smooth swell of her barely-there ass. She whimpered, not in protest, when Lina’s palm smacked the pale flesh, leaving a red handprint. "Such a slut," Lina teased, pressing her chest against Sophie’s back. Her fingers dipped between Sophie’s thighs, rubbing roughly. Sophie gasped, her knees buckling. "Fuck...Lina..."

The scent of them, teen sweat, strawberry gloss, the musk of Sophie’s arousal, flooded Paul’s senses. His cock throbbed, straining against his zipper. Sophie’s tiny fingers fumbled with Lina’s skirt, tugging it over her hips. The fabric pooled at her ankles, revealing a neon thong so sheer he could see the shadow of her puffy lips. Lina grinned, twisting to press Sophie onto the bed. Their small bodies tangled, blonde and brunette, legs scissoring as they kissed. Sophie’s moan pitched high when Lina’s teeth grazed her nipple.

Paul’s hands fisted at his sides. The mask fogged with his ragged breaths. Lina’s thigh slid between Sophie’s legs, grinding against her. Sophie arched to expose her pussy, barely covered by her tiny panties, glistening under the dim light. "Fuck," Paul choked. The word came out garbled, distorted by rubber. Lina’s head snapped up. Her hazel eyes gleamed. "Like what you see, wolfie?" She hooked a finger into Sophie’s panties, peeling them down slowly. Sophie whimpered, spreading her thighs wider. "She’s so wet," Lina purred, dragging a fingertip through Sophie’s slit.

Sophie’s breath hitched. Her blue eyes flicked to Paul, wide, curious. "T-Take it off," she whispered, reaching toward the mask. Lina slapped her hand away. "No," she hissed, pinning Sophie’s wrists to the mattress. "It’s hotter this way." Sophie’s lips parted, her chest rising rapidly, but she didn’t argue. Just nodded, biting her lower lip. Paul’s pulse roared. The mask hid his flush, his guilt, his fucking erection straining against his jeans. Lina grinned, twisting to straddle Sophie’s waist. "Show him how slutty you are," she breathed, pressing Sophie’s fingers between her own thighs. Sophie’s fingers trembled, but she obeyed, rubbing circles over her tiny underage clit, her moans soft and high.

Her pussy was tiny, barely a slit, but slick with arousal, her lips puffy and glistening. Sophie whimpered, arching her back as she spread herself wider. The scent of her, teen musk and strawberry body wash, filled the room. Paul’s throat tightened. He knew every inch of that body, had bathed her as a toddler, tickled her ribs, but this? Her fingers hooked into her pink folds, stretching herself open. The sight punched the air from his lungs. His cock throbbed. Fuck. Fuck.

Lina slid off the bed, landing on her knees with a smirk. “Bet yours is bigger than that loser’s,” she murmured, her fingers flicking to open his belt. The buckle clinked, too loud in the quiet room. Sophie’s breath hitched, her blue eyes fixed on the tent in his jeans. Lina’s palm rubbed the bulge, her fingers tracing the thick outline. “Our pussies are so tight,” she breathed, nuzzling against the denim. “Like, baby tight. You could wreck us.” Her nails scraped the zipper down. Paul’s pulse hammered. The mask’s rubber clung to his skin, trapping his ragged breaths.

The second his cock sprang free, Lina gasped. “Holy shit...” Her fingers hovered, not even circling the girth. Veins pulsed along the shaft, the head glistening under the flickering light. Sophie whimpered, a tiny, broken sound, her thighs squeezing together reflexively. Lina’s tongue darted out, licking her lips. “Fuck,” she whispered, wrapping both hands around the base. Her fingers didn’t touch. The tip brushed her chin. Paul’s hips jerked involuntarily.

Sophie’s breath hitched. Her fingers slowed between her thighs, her blue eyes widening. Lina grinned, twisting her grip. Precum dribbled onto Lina's bare chest. “Look at her,” Lina murmured, jerking him roughly. “Little Pikachu’s never seen a real man's cock.” Sophie’s cheeks flushed crimson. Her fingers crept back to her slit, circling the entrance with trembling strokes. The sight, her tiny fingers probing her tight pink hole while she stared at his throbbing cock, her own father's hard cock, sent heat roaring through Paul’s veins. His balls tightened.

Lina’s pink tongue flicked out,once, twice, against the swollen head. Her lips parted with a wet pop. Sophie whimpered, her fingers sinking knuckle-deep into her pussy. Lina smirked against his shaft, her breath hot. “Tastes like sin,” she whispered before engulfing the tip. Her small mouth stretched obscenely around the girth. Saliva pooled at the corners, dribbling down her chin. Sophie’s thighs trembled. “L-Lina...” Her voice cracked.

The suction was tight, too tight, her tiny throat fluttering as she bobbed. Paul’s hips jerked involuntarily. Lina gagged, pulling back with a cough. Tears welled in her hazel eyes. Sophie sat up abruptly, her blonde waves bouncing. “Let me,” she breathed, shoving Lina aside. Her tiny palms pressed against his thighs. She hesitated, just for a second, before leaning forward, her pink lips brushing the weeping tip.

Paul’s gut twisted. He should shove her away. Should bolt. But Sophie’s tongue flicked out, tentative, curious, licking the salty bead from his slit. A whimper escaped her throat. Her lashes fluttered. The scent of her, shampoo, vodka, the musk of her arousal, flooded his senses. His cock twitched against her lips. Sophie’s breath hitched. Then she opened wider.

Her mouth was impossibly small, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth. Tears welled instantly in her blue eyes as she strained to take just the tip. Saliva dripped down his shaft. Lina’s fingers dug into his hips, her smirk audible. “She’s such a baby,” Lina breathed, guiding Sophie’s head lower. Sophie gagged, her tiny throat convulsing. Paul’s pulse roared. Fuck. Fuck. His fingers tangled in her blonde waves, so familiar, so wrong.

Lina’s tongue slithered along the underside of his cock, hot, wet strokes that made his balls tighten. Her lips closed around one aching ball, sucking lightly. Sophie whimpered around his shaft, her small hands braced against his thighs. Lina’s fingers crept between Sophie’s legs, rubbing rough circles over her clit. “You love this,” Lina murmured against his balls. Sophie moaned, a wet, muffled sound, her pussy clenching around Lina’s fingers.

Sophie’s lips stretched wider, her tongue swirling clumsily. Drool slicked his shaft, glistening in the dim light. Lina’s hazel eyes gleamed up at him, her tongue flicking the base of his cock. “Tastes like a real Daddy,” she teased, her breath hot against his skin. Sophie choked, her tiny throat spasming, but didn’t pull away. Just bobbed deeper, her tears dripping onto his thighs. Lina smirked, twisting two fingers into Sophie’s tight hole. “She’s so fucking wet,” Lina breathed, scissoring her fingers. Sophie’s thighs trembled. Her muffled cries vibrated along his cock.

Paul’s hips jerked, invhing deeper. The mask clung to his sweat-slicked skin. Sophie gagged—her lips stretched obscenely, before pulling off with a wet pop. Her chin glistened with spit and precum. “H-He’s too big,” she whimpered, rubbing her throat. Lina’s grin turned feral. “Mr. Big Bad Wolf should actually fuck our mouths,” she purred, gripping Sophie’s hair. Sophie’s blue eyes widened, her lips parted, but she didn’t resist as Lina yanked her forward. “Open wide, baby,” Lina murmured, pressing Sophie’s face into Paul’s cock.

Paul’s fingers tangled in Sophie’s blonde waves, so familiar, so wrong, and shoved her down. Pushing his hips forwards as he thrusts deep. Sophie choked, her tiny throat spasming, her nails scrabbling at his thighs. Lina whooped, slapping Sophie’s ass. “Take it, Pikachu!” The wet slurps mingled with Sophie’s muffled cries. Paul’s balls tightened. Fuck. Her throat hugged his cock like a vise, her tears dripping onto his thighs.

Lina panted, “Baby’s first throat-fuck!” Sophie’s whimpers vibrated along his shaft. Paul’s hips pistoned, once, twice, three times, before wrenching her off. Sophie gasped, strings of saliva clinging to her swollen lips. “D-Daddy—” The word slipped out, garbled. Lina’s laugh was sharp. “What was that, slut?” Sophie’s cheeks flamed. Her blue eyes darted away. “N-Nothing.”

Paul’s gut twisted. Had she...? No. Couldn’t be. Just drunken babble. His cock throbbed, angry-red and slick with spit. Lina’s tongue darted out, licking Sophie’s tears off his shaft. “My turn,” she murmured, sinking onto him with a moan. Her throat swallowed him effortlessly, her hazel eyes rolling back. Sophie watched, transfixed, her tiny fingers creeping back to her pussy. The obscene slurps filled the room.

Paul’s hips snapped forward, fucking Lina’s face with rough, shallow thrusts. Her mascara streaked, tears mingling with spit. Sophie’s breath hitched,her fingers working faster between her legs. “She likes it,” Lina gasped, pulling off to smirk at Sophie. “Little Pikachu’s rubbing her clit while Wolfie fucks my throat.” Sophie whimpered, her thighs quivering. Paul’s pulse pounded. The mask hid his snarl as he yanked Lina back onto his cock, deeper, harder. Her gag reflex kicked in, her nails dug into his thighs, but she took it, her throat fluttering around him.

He dragged her off abruptly, spit strings snapping. Sophie flinched at the wet sound. Paul’s fingers tangled in their hair, Sophie’s silky blonde, Lina’s messy brunette, forcing their faces together against his shaft. “Both of you,” he growled, the mask distorting his voice into something monstrous. Their lips brushed the sides of his cock, hot, hesitant. Sophie’s tongue darted out first, kitten-licks along the vein. Lina grinned, catching the head between her teeth. “Like this, baby,” she murmured before sucking hard. Sophie moaned, copying her, her pink lips stretching awkwardly. The dual pressure was maddening. Lina’s experienced swirls, Sophie’s clumsy enthusiasm. Their tongues collided under his shaft, licking up precum.

Saliva dripped onto the carpet. Sophie’s nose bumped Lina’s cheek. They were so small. His cock dwarfed their faces. Lina giggled against his skin. “She’s trying so hard,” she teased, her tongue flicking Sophie’s. Sophie whimpered, her lashes fluttering, but didn’t stop. Just pressed closer, her lips sealing around the tip. Paul’s fingers tightened. Their warm breaths mingled on his shaft. Lina’s mouth slid lower, taking one throbbing vein while Sophie worshipped the other. The contrast burned, Lina’s rough suction, Sophie’s trembling licks.

Sophie’s fingers crept up his thigh, tiny, tentative. Her nails scraped his hipbone. The touch was familiar. She used to grip his hand like that crossing streets. Now her small fingers traced the crease of his groin, her pinky brushing his balls. Paul’s gut twisted. Fourteen. She was fourteen, her knee socks still bunched around her ankles, her costume’s tail crooked. Lina groaned, her tongue swirling the head. “Fuck, I'm dripping,” she murmured against his skin.

Lina stood abruptly, her thighs slick with arousal. She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress. Her fingers hooked into the neon thong—peeling it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric clung to her glistening lips before snapping free. She tossed it at Sophie’s face. “Smell how wet I am,” Lina taunted, spreading her knees wider. Sophie’s breath hitched. The thong dangled from her fingers, the crotch dark with musk. Sophie’s nostrils flared. Her tongue darted out, just a flash, before she caught herself. Paul’s pulse hammered. Lina smirked, arching her back. “Wolfie,” she purred, patting the bed. “Come wreck this teen pussy.”

Paul’s hands shook. The mask’s rubber squeaked as he wiped sweat from his brow. He loomed over Lina, his shadow swallowing her tiny frame. His cock twitched against her thigh, hot, heavy. Lina gasped. “Fuck, it’s *huge*,” she whispered, reaching between her legs. Her fingertips barely parted her lips, pink, swollen. “Gonna split me in half,” she breathed, pressing the tip against her entrance. Sophie whimpered from the floor, her fingers creeping back to her own slit. Paul’s hips jerked forward, just an inch, and Lina’s breath stuttered. “Wait...” Her hazel eyes flicked up, suddenly sharp. “You didn’t even ask how old we are.” The air thickened. Sophie froze mid-stroke.

Lina’s smirk curled, slow, dangerous. “We’re fourteen,” she purred, rocking her hips to grind his cockhead against her clit. “Does that make you hard, wolfie? Knowing you’re about to fuck a child? An underage, innocent little girl?” The words punched through Paul’s gut. His cock throbbed, betraying him. Sophie whimpered, her thighs squeezing around her fingers. Lina’s laugh was breathless. “Look at her,” she murmured, nodding toward Sophie. “She’s dripping...” Sophie’s cheeks burned, her blue eyes wide, but she didn’t deny it. Just spread her knees wider, her tiny fingers glistening. The scent of her, musk and innocence, flooded the room. Paul’s pulse roared.

Lina’s fingernails dug into his thighs. “Fucking say it,” she hissed, arching her back. The mask muffled Paul’s groan. “Say you want it,” she demanded, her hips rolling. Sophie’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting deeper. Lina grinned, wild, feral, her teeth flashing. “Say you wanna wreck our little underage teen pussies,” she taunted. The filthy words coiled in Paul’s gut. His cock twitched, dripping onto Lina’s stomach. Sophie whined, high, desperate, her hips bucking. “D-Do it,” she gasped. “P-Please.”

The confession tore from him, hoarse, unrecognizable, his voice mangled by the mask. “I’m gonna fucking ruin your tight little holes,” he snarled. Lina’s moan was triumphant. Sophie’s thighs trembled, her fingers frantic between her legs. Paul gripped Lina’s hips, her flesh hot under his palms, and shoved forward in one brutal thrust. Lina’s scream shattered the room. Her cunt stretched obscenely, her tiny lips splitting around his girth. Sophie whimpered, her blue eyes locked on where their bodies joined, her own fingers mirroring Lina’s stretch.

Paul’s vision blurred. Her heat was suffocating, her walls fluttering like a heartbeat around his cock. He bottomed out halfway, his tip grinding against her cervix. Lina’s nails raked his arms, her thighs shaking. “Fuck...fuck...” she sobbed, her head thrashing against the sheets. Sophie’s breath hitched, her fingers circling her own entrance, as if imagining the stretch. Paul pulled out slowly, her pussy clinging, then slammed back in. Lina’s cry dissolved into a guttural moan. Her tiny body jolted, her toes curling.

Sophie whimpered, her fingers sinking into herself, mimicking the rhythm. Paul glanced at her, really looked. Lina was small, but Sophie? Fragile. Her wrists almost thinner than his fingers, her collarbones stark under the flushed skin. His cock twitched inside Lina, betraying him. Sophie’s thighs quivered, her pussy gleaming, as she rubbed faster. The sight, his daughter fingering herself while he split Lina open, sent fire licking down his spine.

Paul grabbed Lina’s ankles, so narrow he could circle them with one hand, and shoved her legs toward her shoulders. The snap of her knees popping was obscenely loud. Lina yelped, her cunt clamping down, but grinned through gritted teeth. Her bubble ass barely touched the mattress now, her hips angled up. Paul pulled out slowly, her pink lips gaping, then hammered back in. Lina’s scream ricocheted off the walls. Sophie gasped, her fingers stuttering, her blue eyes locked on the swollen stretch of Lina’s hole around his cock.

The thrusts were savage, deep, brutal pumps that made Lina’s barely there tits bounce wildly. His tip scraped her inner walls, every ridge, every pulse, dragging her tighter around him. Lina’s hazel eyes rolled back, her mouth slack. “Fuck... fuck... I love your cock!” The words tumbled out, raw, unfiltered, her hips jerking to meet his. Paul snarled under the mask, his fingers digging bruises into her thighs. The bedframe slammed against the wall, a rhythmic *thud-thud-thud*... drowning out Lina’s choked sobs. Her pussy was molten, clenching like a vise like only a teenage pussy can, her juices dripping onto the sheets. Sophie whimpered, her own fingers buried knuckle-deep, her thighs shaking.

Paul wrenched his cock free with a wet *pop*. Lina’s cunt gaped, her pink lips swollen, her cream slicking his shaft. The scent of her, musky, ripe, hung thick in the air. Sophie’s blue eyes locked onto his glistening cock, her tongue darting out, her lips parting. Paul growled, stepping closer. The tip brushed Sophie’s cheek, hot, sticky, leaving a glistening trail. Sophie’s breath hitched. She leaned forward, slow, tentative, her pink lips grazing the head. Her tongue flicked out, once, tasting Lina’s arousal. The flavor exploded, sharp, sweet, her lashes fluttering. “Mmm,” she whimpered, her small hands gripping his thighs. Then she took him in her mouth.

The contrast was dizzying, Lina’s rough grip, Sophie’s trembling suck. Sophie’s lips stretched obscenely, her tiny mouth barely covering half his length. Drool dribbled down his shaft. Lina groaned from the bed, her fingers circling her gaping hole, her hazel eyes locked on Sophie’s mouth. “Look at her,” Lina rasped, her thighs shaking. “Little slut loves my taste.” Sophie moaned, the vibration humming along his cock, her fingers creeping up to pinch her own nipples through the ruined Pikachu top.

Paul’s fingers tightened in Sophie’s hair, so familiar, so wrong, tilting her face up. The mask muffled his voice into something guttural. “You like that, baby?” he growled, thrusting shallowly between her lips. “Licking her off my cock?” Sophie’s lashes fluttered, her breath hitching, before nodding frantically. Her tongue darted out, pink, eager, sweeping along the underside where Lina’s juices gleamed. The sight burned, his daughter lapping at another girl’s arousal from his rock-hard cock. Sophie whimpered, high, desperate, her fingers twisting deeper into her own pussy.

Paul pulled free abruptly, Sophie’s lips popping wetly, and turned back to Lina’s sprawled form. Her legs still pushed to her shoulders, her tiny hole glistening, puffy, stretched. He gripped his cock, slick with both their spit and pussy juice, and dragged the swollen head through Lina’s folds. She hissed, her hips jerking, but grinned up at him. “Miss me, Wolfie?” Paul snarled, plunging back in, one brutal stroke that bottomed out. Lina’s scream shattered the room. Her walls clenched, vice-like, her cunt so much hotter, tighter than his wife’s ever was. The comparison slammed into him, his wife’s dull routine, her perfunctory moans, versus Lina’s raw, teen heat.

His thrusts turned savage, short, jackhammer snaps that punched the air from Lina’s lungs. Each plunge speared her cervix, his cockhead battering the delicate entrance, her body too small, too young to take him fully. Lina’s hazel eyes rolled back, her mouth gaping, her nails raking the sheets. “Fuck... fuck... hurts...” she sobbed, but her cunt pulsed, her cream gushing around his shaft. Sophie whimpered, her fingers frantic between her legs, her blue eyes locked on the obscene bulge forming in Lina’s lower belly. Paul’s hips stuttered, his balls tightening, but he wrenched back before spilling.

Sophie crawled onto the bed, knees wobbling, her tiny hands gripping the mattress for balance. The ruined Pikachu tail swayed limply, her thigh-highs sagging, her panties long discarded. She looked up at Paul, her blue eyes wide, pleading, her tongue darting out to lick Lina’s slick off her lips. “M-Me next,” she whispered, her voice cracking, her fingers tracing Lina’s quivering thigh. Lina groaned, hazy, nodding toward Sophie. “Let the baby, try, ” she gasped, her arms flopping weakly.

Sophie’s breath hitched, her tiny frame trembling, as she positioned herself beside Lina’s sprawled legs. Her ass lifted, shaking, her pink slit glistening under the dim light. The contrast was obscene, Lina’s well-used hole still gaping, Sophie’s untouched pussy clenching around nothing. Paul moves behind his own daughter, his cock twitched, angry-red, dripping onto Sophie’s lower back. She whimpered,her fingers digging into the sheets, her blonde waves sticking to her flushed neck. “P-Please,” she choked, her hips wiggling, her childlike proportions making the pose laughably lewd.

Paul hesitated, his pulse roaring, his hands hovering over Sophie’s hips. He’d made her, this fragile body, these trembling thighs, with this same cock now poised to ruin her. Sophie’s tiny hole fluttered, her pink lips swollen from fingering, but still impossibly small. His cockhead nudged her entrance, her heat searing, and her whole body jerked. “T-Too big...” she gasped, her knees buckling, her fingernails clawing the mattress. Lina laughed weakly, her hand slapping Sophie’s ass, leaving a red mark. “Take it, baby,” she slurred, her hazel eyes glazed, her thighs still spread wide.

Paul’s fingers dug bruises into Sophie’s hips, her flesh hot, her bones delicate under his grip. He rocked forward, just the tip,and Sophie screamed. Her walls clamped, her pussy stretching obscenely around his girth. Drool dripped from her slack mouth, her blue eyes rolling back, her tiny fingers scrabbling for purchase. The sensation was suffocating, her heat, her pulse, her innocence squeezing him. Lina groaned, her fingers circling her own clit, as she watched Sophie’s hole swallow Paul inch by excruciating inch. “Fuck—look at her...” Lina panted, her thighs shaking, her cunt still leaking. Sophie’s breath hitched, her back arching even further.

Paul froze, halfway buried, his cock throbbing inside his daughter. The reality punched through him, Sophie’s pink lips stretched around his shaft, her tiny cervix pressed against his tip. Her hips jerked, her walls fluttering, her breath coming in frantic gasps. "Wolfie’s cock too big, baby?” Lina taunted, her voice husky. Sophie whimpered, her hips bucking, her pussy clenching rhythmically. The bed reeked of sweat and sex, their musk thick, Sophie’s arousal dripping onto the sheets.

The mask muffled Paul’s groan, his fingers tightening around Sophie’s hips, so small he could span them with one hand. He pulled out slowly, watching her pussy gape, her pink folds slick and trembling. She whined, high, desperate, her fingers clawing the sheets. Lina laughed, low and dirty, “Fucking take it, slut,” she growled, her hips grinding against Sophie’s thigh. Sophie’s breath hitched, her blue eyes rolling back as Paul slammed back in, one brutal thrust, her scream muffled by a pillow.

Paul’s pulse hammered in his ears, drowning out reason. "She doesn’t know." The thought twisted in his gut, hot and sick. His cock throbbed inside her, her walls fluttering like a trapped bird. If she knew, if she understood... those tears streaking her cheeks would be rage, not overwhelmed pleasure. Her tiny hands wouldn’t be gripping the mattress for balance; they’d be shoving him away, her screams not moans but betrayal. Lina’s fingers dug into Sophie’s ass, spreading her wider. “Look at her,” she panted, her hazel eyes gleaming. “Little fucking whore loves it.” Sophie’s nod was frantic, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed neck. "She doesn’t know." The mantra coiled tighter, his thrusts rougher.

Her pussy was scalding, tighter than Lina’s, purer, her cervix bumping against his tip with every snap of his hips. The bedframe cracked against the wall, the rhythm syncopated with Sophie’s choked whimpers. Paul’s fingers spanned her waist entirely, her ribs visible under his grip. Fourteen. The number seared his brain. Her birthday last month, cake frosting on her nose, her laughter as she blew out candles. Now his cock pistoned into that same body, her thighs shaking, her toes curling. Lina’s tongue darted out to lick Sophie’s ear. “Imagine if your dad saw you,” she whispered. Sophie’s sob hitched,her cunt clamping down,her hips jerking back. Paul’s stomach lurched. "He is seeing you... He’s ruining you."

Then, suddenly, Sophie’s body arched, her spine bowing like a drawn bowstring. Her scream tore through the room, raw and shattered, her tiny fingers clawing at the sheets. Her pussy pulsed, milking his cock in rhythmic spasms. Her orgasm wasn’t quiet, it wrecked her, her thighs trembling violently, her juices gushing around his shaft. Lina groaned, “Fuck, baby,” she panted, her hazel eyes glazed. “You dripping all over him.” Sophie’s reply was a garbled moan, her lips slack, her blue eyes unfocused. Paul’s thrusts stuttered, her climax too much, too tight, his balls drawing up.

He should pull out. He knew he should. But Sophie’s cunt was a furnace,her walls fluttering,her heat searing into his bones. The mask muffled his snarl as he gripped her hips tighter,his fingers leaving bruises, and plowed deeper. Her cervix yielded, just slightly,his cockhead nudging into that forbidden space. Sophie screeched, her body convulsing, her nails tearing the sheet. Lina laughed, hoarse, wrecked, her hand slapping Sophie’s ass. “Take it, take it...” Paul’s vision whited out. His release hit like a sledgehammer, hot, thick spurts flooding Sophie’s womb, his cock twitching violently inside her. The heat of it, the wrongness, sent another pulse jetting from his tip. Sophie whimpered, her belly fluttering, her fingers brushing the slight swell under her navel.

It wouldn’t stop. Rope after rope, his cum surging too fast, too much, her tiny body couldn’t contain it. The overflow seeped around his shaft, slick and viscous, dripping onto her trembling thighs. Lina’s fingers dug into Sophie’s hips, spreading her wider, watching. “Fuck,” she breathed, her hazel eyes locked on the mess, her tongue darting out. Sophie’s breath hitched, her lashes fluttering, her voice tiny. “I-It’s s-so hot...” Paul’s gut clenched. His cum was hot, scalding, filling her like liquid sin. He ground deeper, milking himself, her walls massaging every last drop. Sophie’s moan was ragged, her hips rocking, her fingers pressing into her lower belly. His cum inside her. The realization burned, his pulse stuttering, his cock still twitching weakly.

Lina moved fast, hungry, feral... Her lips wrapping around his shaft before he could pull out fully. Sophie gasped, her blue eyes widening, her fingers clutching the sheets. Lina’s tongue dragged up his length, rough, possessive, lapping up the mess dripping from Paul's sensitive cock. The slurps were obscene, wet, echoing in the wrecked bedroom. Paul groaned under the mask, his fingers tangling in Lina’s dark hair. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her hazel eyes rolling back. Sophie whimpered, high, jealous, her thighs pressing together, his cum leaking out. “T-Tastes like her,” Lina rasped, her lips smeared with Sophie’s slick. The filth of it, his daughter’s juices mixed with his seed, ent a jolt down his spine. Lina grinned, her teeth scraping his tip. “Tastes like more, Wolfie.”

Paul snarled, his cock aching, still rock-hard, his fingers tightening in Lina’s hair. She laughed, low, wicked, her breath hot against his shaft. “What’s wrong?” she taunted, her tongue flicking over his slit. “Old man can’t keep up?” Sophie’s whimper was muffled, her face buried in the pillow, but her hips jerked, her thighs trembling. Lina’s fingers dug into Paul’s thighs, her nails biting. “Bet you wanna shove it back in her,” she whispered, her lips brushing his tip. “Bet you wanna watch her cry when you fill her again.” Paul’s gut clenched, the image searing,his cock throbbing. Lina leaned back, spreading her legs, her pussy still gaping, dripping. “Or,” she purred, “you could wreck me.” Her fingers dipped into her own mess, spreading her folds, glistening. “C’mon, Wolfie. Fuck me like you own me.”

Lina lunged, wild and untamed, her hands clawing at the mattress as she shoved her ass back toward him. The bounce of her bubble butt was hypnotic, her skin flushed, marked with red streaks from his grip. “Now,” she snarled, her hazel eyes flashing, daring him. Paul’s pulse hammered, his fat cock leaking, his fingers already gripping her hips. The smack of flesh echoed as he yanked her back, her tiny teen pussy gaping, her cream smearing his thighs. Lina howled, her back arching, her dark hair whipping as she glanced over her shoulder. “Harder,” she gasped, her thighs shaking. “Make me feel it tomorrow, you fucking animal.”

Paul plowed in, one brutal stroke, his balls slapping against Lina’s clit. She screamed, her walls clamping, her pussy pulsing around his shaft. The bedframe cracked, rhythm syncopated with Lina’s sobs, her body too small, too young to take him fully. Sophie’s fingers dug into her own thighs, her pink slit glistening with her father's cum, her breath hitching. “F-Fuck,” she whimpered, her voice cracking. Lina’s laugh was hoarse, her nails raking the sheets, her child pussy dripping onto the mattress. “This,” she panted, “is how you ruin a teen.” Paul’s thrusts turned feral, short, jackhammer snaps that punched the air from Lina’s lungs. Each plunge speared her cervix, his cockhead battering the delicate entrance, her body convulsing around him.

His fingers dug into Lina’s hips, so small he could span them with one hand, and he wrenched her ass higher, spreading her cheeks wide. The sight punched through him: her tiny pink asshole fluttering, winking, clenching around nothing. The contrast was obscene, her well-used pussy gaping beneath, her untouched rosebud glistening. Paul growled under the mask, his thumb pressing against Lina’s tight hole. She squealed, her body jerking, her dark hair whipping. “Yes!” she howled, her hazel eyes rolling back. “Fuck my tight teen asshole! Ruin me!” Her begging was filthy, desperate, her hips grinding back against his thumb.

Sophie whimpered, her blue eyes wide, her fingers hovering near her own clit. She watched, hypnotized, as Paul’s thumb circled Lina’s asshole, pressing just the tip in. Lina’s scream tore through the room, her thighs shaking, her cunt dripping onto the sheets. “Fuck, fuck...” she chanted, her voice cracking, her nails clawing the mattress. Paul’s cock twitched, thick veins bulging, pre-cum beading at the tip. He withdrew his thumb, slow, teasing, and Lina sobbed, her hips jerking. “No, no, give it back, ” He laughed darkly, his fingers gripping her hips tighter, his cockhead pressing against her asshole.

Lina gasped, her whole body tensing, as the pressure built. His cock looked monstrous against her tiny rosebud, the contrast obscene, her virgin hole clenching desperately around nothing. Sophie whimpered, her fingers finally touching herself, her own cumfilled slit aching. Lina’s breath came in ragged pants, her hazel eyes rolling back. “Please,” she begged, her voice wrecked, her thighs trembling. “Please, ruin my teen asshole.” Paul growled, the sound muffled by the mask, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading her wider. He pushed forward, just the tip, and Lina shrieked, her body arching, her walls clamping around him.

Paul hesitated, just for a second, his pulse roaring in his ears. This wasn’t just depravity; this was destruction. His cockhead breached her tight ring, stretching her beyond reason, her tiny body shuddering beneath him. The heat was unbearable,her asshole hotter than her tiny child pussy, tighter, purer. Lina’s scream cracked, her nails digging into the sheets, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty face. Sophie’s breath hitched, her own fingers faltering, as she watched Lina’s ass swallow Paul inch by torturous inch. “Ohmygod,” Lina sobbed, her voice hoarse, her thighs shaking violently. “Ohmygod, it’s, it’s ripping me...” Paul groaned, his cock throbbing inside her, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. The slide was agonizing, her asshole clinging to him like a vice, her body too small to accommodate his girth.

Lina’s stomach distended obscenely,a visible bulge,as Paul bottomed out, his balls pressing against her puffy pussy. Her scream was raw, primal, her hazel eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling. Sophie whimpered, “D-Does it hurt?” she breathed, her voice trembling. Lina’s laugh was ragged, hysterical, her fingers clawing at the mattress. “Y-Yes,” she gasped, her body convulsing. “Fuck, yes...” Paul’s thrusts were shallow at first, just rocking into her, letting her adjust to the stretch. But Lina writhed, her hips jerking back, her asshole fluttering around him. “More,” she slurred, her voice wrecked, her thighs slick with sweat. “Ruin me, ruin me...” Paul snarled under the mask, his hands gripping her waist, his cock pistoning harder. The smack of flesh echoed, wet, obscene, as Lina’s tiny body jolted with each thrust.

Paul’s pulse hammered, his vision tunneling, as his cock sank deeper into Lina’s virgin asshole. Fourteen. The number seared his brain. Her birthday three months a go, her TikTok feed flooded with cake emojis, her giggles as she blew out candles. Now his cock split, that same child in half, her asshole stretching obscenely around his girth. His wife had never let him touch her like this. Too prim, too proper. But Lina, Lina begged for it, her tiny body jerking, her asshole pulsing around him. The contrast was dizzying, his wife’s rejection versus Lina’s filthy submission. The bedframe cracked, rhythm syncopated with Lina’s sobs, her dark hair whipping as she glanced over her shoulder. “F-Fuck me like a teen slut,” she panted, her voice cracking.

His cock pistoned, balls slapping against Lina’s clit, her stomach bulging obscenely with each brutal thrust. He gripped her hips, so small his fingers overlapped, and plowed harder, faster, his shaft glistening with her sweat, her spit, her tears. The slap of flesh echoed, wet, obscene, the scent of sweat and musk thick in the air. Lina’s scream tore through the room, her hazel eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling as her asshole spasmed around him. “Ohmygod,” she sobbed, her thighs shaking violently. “Ohmygod, I—I feel it in my stomach!” Paul snarled under the mask, his fingers digging bruises into her hips, his cock twitching inside her. The stretch was obscene, her tiny asshole gaping, her walls fluttering like a frantic heartbeat.

The door creaked open, sudden, jarring, and Paul froze mid-thrust. A college-aged couple stumbled in, their lips locked, their hands groping beneath rumpled costumes. The girl, dressed as a slutty nurse, pulled back first, her mascara smudged, her breath hitching as her eyes locked onto the scene. The boy, some frat type in a ripped football jersey, blinked, his jaw slackening. His gaze dropped to Lina’s wrecked asshole stretched obscenely around Paul’s cock, her stomach bulging obscenely with each twitch of his shaft. “What the...” he choked out, his voice cracking.

Lina whined, high, desperate, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her hazel eyes rolling back, her hips grinding against Paul’s frozen cock. “Please, please, I’m so close...” Her asshole pulsed around him, hot and suffocating, her tiny body trembling with denied release. The nurse, still gripping the frat boy’s collar, swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between Lina’s gaping hole and Sophie’s flushed, neglected form. “Are they…?” she breathed, her voice trembling. The frat boy’s cock visibly strained against his jeans, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Fuck,” he muttered, his fingers tightening on the nurse’s waist. “They’re kids.”

Paul snarled under the mask, his grip tightening on Lina’s hips, and slammed forward without mercy. The wet smack of flesh echoed as Lina shrieked, her back arching obscenely, her asshole swallowing him whole. The nurse gasped,her fingers flying to her mouth, as the frat boy groaned, his cock twitching. Behind them, whispers erupted, sharp, excited, as more partygoers crowded the doorway. A girl in a ripped cheerleader outfit elbowed forward, her red lips parting. “Holy shit,” she breathed, her phone already raised. Lina’s head thrashed, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty face,as Paul’s thrusts grew erratic, his balls slapping against her swollen clit. “Y-Yes!” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “Ruin me, ruin my teen ass—ohmygod!”

Her orgasm hit violently, her body convulsing, as her asshole fluttered around Paul’s cock like a frantic heartbeat. The nurse’s hand flew to her own crotch, her thighs squeezing together. The frat boy choked, his cock straining, as Lina’s juices sprayed onto the mattress, her scream raw and broken. Sophie whimpered, her blue eyes locked on the mess. “S-She’s *peeing*!” the cheerleader giggled, her phone flashing. Lina’s laugh was delirious, her hazel eyes rolling back, as her stomach bulged obscenely with Paul’s final thrusts. “N-No,” she slurred, her tongue lolling. “J-Just cumming… like a… slut…”

Lina collapsed, her limbs giving out, her face smearing against the soaked sheets. Paul’s cock slipped free, wet, glistening, her asshole gaping obscenely wide, twitching in the air. The nurse gasped as the frat boy groaned, his cock visibly pulsing. Sophie’s breath hitched, her fingers faltering, as she stared at Lina’s ruined hole, the pink flesh stretched beyond recognition. The cheerleader leaned closer, her phone angled, her red lips parted. “Holy shit,” she whispered, her thumb tapping record.

Sophie’s fingers trembled, her cum leaking slit aching,as she crawled forward, her blue eyes locked on Paul’s cock. Fresh from Lina’s asshole, his shaft glistened with sweat, her juices, her shame. The scent punched through Sophie, musky, wrong, intoxicating. Her tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting the air, her pulse hammering. Lina groaned,weak, delirious, her hazel eyes rolling back. “Do it,” she slurred, her fingers twitching toward Sophie. “Suck Wolfie’s cock straight from my ass...”

Sophie lunged, wild, hungry, her lips wrapping around Paul’s tip before she could think. The taste exploded,salty, filthy, her gag reflex kicking instantly. But she forced herself deeper, her tiny throat fluttering around him, her tears spilling over. Paul snarled, his fingers gripping her blonde hair, his cock twitching against her tongue. “Fuck,” he growled, his thrusts shallow. Sophie gagged, her spit dripping onto Lina’s twitching asshole below. The cheerleader gasped, her phone flashing, as the frat boy choked out, “Jesus Christ...”

Sophie pulled free, her lips swollen, her breath ragged. Her blue eyes locked onto Paul’s masked face, her tiny fingers trembling against his thighs. “P-Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Fuck my ass too.” The room froze. The nurse’s fingers dug into the frat boy’s arm. Lina’s laugh was delirious, her hazel eyes rolling back. “You slut,” she slurred, her tongue lolling. Paul’s gut clenched, his cock throbbing, his mask hiding the shock twisting his face. His daughter. His child. Begging to be anally ruined like this.

Paul’s hands seized Sophie’s waist, so small his fingers overlapped,and he flipped her onto her back. The bedsprings shrieked. Sophie gasped, her blonde hair fanning out, her legs instinctively parting. He shoved her knees up,spreading her obscenely wide, her pink slit glistening and still leaking his cum from her previous violation, her untouched asshole fluttering. The college kids erupted, whistles, cheers,their phones flashing. “Take her ass!” the cheerleader shrieked, her red lips parted. Sophie whimpered, her chest heaving,her fingers digging into the sheets. Paul’s thumb pressed against her tight hole, circling, teasing. Sophie’s breath hitched, her blue eyes widening, her hips jerking. “O-Ohmygod,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

His cock twitched, thick veins bulging, as he positioned himself between Sophie’s thighs. The contrast punched through him: her tiny pussy gaping, his seed dripping onto the sheets, while her virgin asshole clenched desperately around nothing. Lina groaned, weak, delirious, “Fuck her tight teen asshole,” she slurred, “Make her scream.” Paul growled under the mask, his fingers gripping Sophie’s hips tighter, his cockhead pressing against her asshole. Sophie’s whimper was high, frantic, her thighs trembling violently. The frat boy groaned, his cock straining against his jeans. “Jesus Christ,” he choked out. “She’s just a kid.”

Paul hesitated, just for a second, his pulse roaring in his ears. The sight of Sophie’s pink slit stretched wide, filled with his cum, sent a fresh wave of depravity crashing through him. He hadn’t just fucked her. He’d claimed her. His thumb circled her asshole, slow, teasing,and Sophie gasped, her blue eyes widening. “P-Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “D-Don’t make me wait.” The cheerleader giggled—high-pitched, excited, her phone flashing. “Take her ass!” she shrieked. Sophie’s hips jerked, her tiny body betraying her nerves, as Paul’s thumb pressed just the tip in. She screamed, raw, primal, her walls clamping around him instantly. Lina laughed, wild, delirious, “Bet she’s so tight,” she moaned, her voice wrecked.

Paul growled, his mask hiding the twisted glee in his expression, as he withdrew his thumb. Sophie’s asshole fluttered, begging, her thighs trembling violently. He spat onto his cock, thick, obscene, before pressing the tip against her virgin hole. The resistance was immediate, her tiny body rejecting him, but Sophie arched her back, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “Do it,” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “Ruin me like Lina!” The frat boy choked, his cock straining, as Paul pushed. Sophie’s scream tore through the room, her asshole stretching obscenely around his girth, her stomach bulging instantly. The cheerleader gasped, her phone dropping, as Lina leaned forward, “Good girl,” she slurred, “Take Wolfie’s cock like a good little slut.”

Sophie’s breath hitched, her blue eyes locking onto Paul’s masked face, her tiny body convulsing around him. There was something there, something knowing, her pupils dilating as his cock sank deeper. His pulse hammered,his grip tightening on her hips, as her lips parted. “D...Da...” she gasped, her voice trembling. Paul flinched, his cock twitching inside her, before slamming forward brutally, cutting her off. Sophie shrieked, her nails raking down his arms, her asshole pulsing around him like a frantic heartbeat. The college kids erupted, whistles, cheers, as Lina moaned, “Fuck her tight teen asshole!” Sophie’s moan was delirious, her tongue lolling, her hips jerking back against him. The frat boy groaned, his cock twitching, as Paul snarled, “You like that, little girl?” Sophie whimpered, her fingers digging into his forearms, her breath hitching. “Y-Yes,” she gasped, her voice cracking. “F-Fuck my ass!”

Paul’s vision tunneled, his thrusts turning savage, each snap of his hips stretching Sophie further. His daughter. His child. Her asshole stretching obscenely around him, her stomach bulging with his cock, her thighs trembling violently. The bedframe shuddered, the smack of flesh echoing, as Sophie’s moans escalated, high-pitched, desperate, her back arching obscenely, her asshole clamping around Paul’s cock. “Ohmygod!” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “I—I feel it in my stomach!” Paul growled,his fingers digging bruises into her hips, his cock twitching inside her. The stretch was obscene, her tiny asshole gaping, her walls fluttering like a frantic heartbeat.

Sophie’s orgasm hit violently,her asshole spasming uncontrollably, her scream raw and broken. Her juices sprayed onto Paul’s thighs, her tiny body convulsing, her fingernails raking down his arms. The scent punched through him, musky, wrong, intoxicating,her asshole clenching rhythmically around his cock. “Such a slut,” Lina slurred, “Cumming on Wolfie’s cock like this!” Sophie’s whimper was broken, her tears spilling over, her hips jerking back against Paul’s brutal thrusts. “Y-Yes!” she gasped, her voice trembling. “M-More!”

Paul snarled, his vision tunneling,his cock twitching inside her asshole. The stretch was obscene, her tiny pink flesh gaping, her stomach bulging obscenely with each twitch of his shaft. He pulled out suddenly, Sophie’s asshole fluttering desperately, her whimper high and frantic. Without hesitation, he slammed back into her cum-soaked pussy, her tightness still slick from earlier,her scream piercing the room. The frat boy choked, his cock straining, as Sophie’s blue eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling. “O-Ohmygod!” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “I-It’s hotter!” Paul’s thrusts turned erratic, his cock glistening with her asshole’s slick. The cheerleader gasped,her phone flashing, as Paul withdrew again, his cock dripping with Sophie’s juices and his own cum, before plunging back into her asshole without warning. Sophie’s scream was primal—her thighs trembling violently, her asshole stretching obscenely around him once more.

Paul’s rhythm grew frenzied, pussy to asshole and back again, his grip bruising Sophie’s narrow hips. Each time he switched holes, Sophie’s tiny body convulsed, her juices spraying, her moans escalating into desperate shrieks. The frat boy’s jeans darkened, his cock pulsing,as he watched Sophie’s stomach bulge obscenely with each thrust into her asshole, then flatten as Paul reclaimed her pussy. “Jesus,” he muttered, his fingers tightening on the nurse’s waist. Lina giggled, her hazel eyes blown out, as she pressed Sophie’s knees wider, exposing her tiny holes to the room. “Look at her,” she slurred, her tongue lolling. “Our little fleshlight.” Sophie’s breath hitched, her blue eyes locking onto Paul’s masked face, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

Her orgasm crashed over her without warning, her asshole clamping down violently, her scream raw and primal. Her thighs trembled, her stomach bulging obscenely, as her pussy sprayed cum and slick onto Paul’s thighs. Sophie’s back arched impossibly high, her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty face. “O-Ohmygod!” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “I—I can’t stop!” Paul snarled, his thrusts faltering, as Sophie’s asshole fluttered around him like a frantic heartbeat. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidalwave.

Paul froze, his cock twitching deep inside her, his fingers tightening on her narrow hips. Sophie’s breath hitched, her blue eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling as her orgasm ripped through her. Sophie’s juices dripped onto the mattress beneath her. Lina giggled, delirious, “Such a filthy whore,” she slurred, “Cumming on Wolfie’s cock again like this!” Sophie whimpered, her thighs trembling, her asshole spasming around Paul’s thick shaft. This was so wrong, his own little girl cumming on his cock in her underage asshole, again.

Paul snarled, his vision tunneling, his cock pulsing inside her asshole, desperate to flood her guts with his cum. But something darker clawed at him,a filthy impulse that made his gut tighten. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see his seed splattered across his daughter’s angelic face, her lips parted, her tongue lolling, her blue eyes wide with shock and delight. He wanted to ruin her. He wanted to ruin them both.

With a guttural growl, he tore himself free, Sophie’s asshole gaping obscenely, twitching in the air, and stepped back, his cock glistening with her slick. “Knees,” he barked, his voice rough, his hands gripping his shaft. Sophie gasped, her thighs trembling, her blue eyes locking onto his cock. Lina giggled, delirious, as she shoved Sophie off the bed. “You heard him, slut,” she slurred, her fingers digging into Sophie’s waist. “On your knees.”

Sophie whimpered, her tiny body collapsing onto the hardwood floor, her knees scraping against the wood. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face, her lips parted, her tongue flicking out instinctively. Lina staggered beside her, her thighs slick with her own pussy juices, her bubble butt bouncing as she dropped to her knees. They stared up at Paul’s cock, thick veins bulging, glistening with Sophie’s asshole’s slick, their mouths open, panting softly. “P-Please,” Sophie whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers twitching against her thighs. “C-Cover us.”

Paul’s breath hitched, his pulse roaring,as he looked down at them. Sophie’s blue eyes, so much like her mother’s, locked onto his cock with desperate hunger. He remembered kneeling beside her tiny desk, guiding her chubby fingers around crayons, her delighted giggles when she scribbled her first shaky letters. Now her pink lips parted,the same lips that used to press sticky kisses to his cheek, as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to catch the precum dripping from his tip.

Lina’s hazel eyes gleamed with mischief, her perky tits glistening with sweat. He’d pretended to sip imaginary tea from her plastic cups while she giggled in his lap, her tiny hands patting his knees. Now those hands trembled as they reached for his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth. "Please, Wolfie," she whined, her voice syrupy and broken. "Paint our faces like the sluts we are."

Sophie’s tiny fingers joined Lina’s, her blue eyes locked onto his cock with a hunger that sent a jolt of electricity through him. His little girl, once so small he could cradle her against his chest with one arm, now knelt before him, her pink tongue darting out to lick his swollen head. "Make us pretty," she whispered, her voice cracking, her hands jerking him in clumsy sync with Lina’s.

Their fingers barely overlapped around his girth, two sets of tiny hands, sticky with sweat and slick, struggling to grip him fully. Sophie’s thumbs brushed against the thick vein pulsing along his shaft, her breath hitching when he twitched violently in their grasp. Lina giggled, high-pitched, drunken, her hazel eyes rolling back as she squeezed tighter, her nails scraping lightly. "Feel how hard he is for us," she slurred, pressing Sophie’s palm flush against his heat. "Fuck, we’re such good sluts."

Paul’s hips jerked forward, instinctive, primal, his cockhead smearing precum across Sophie’s flushed cheek. She gasped, her pink tongue darting out to catch the salty bead before it could drip onto her chin. Lina moaned, her fingers tightening, her thighs rubbing together obscenely. "Do it," she begged, her voice cracking. "Ruin our makeup!" Sophie’s blue eyes flickered, something dark and hungry, her lips parting just as Paul’s balls tightened.

The first rope hit Sophie’s eyelid,thick, pearly, her startled squeak drowned out by Lina’s delighted giggle. The second splattered across Lina’s parted lips, her tongue flicking out greedily to scoop it into her mouth. Paul’s roar shook the room, his hips pistoning, as his cock pulsed violently between their faces. Sophie’s whimper was muffled by the third shot,globs of cum bursting across her tongue, her throat convulsing as she swallowed reflexively. Lina shoved her face closer, her hazel eyes rolling back,as the fourth eruption painted her nose and forehead. "Ohmygod," she slurred, her fingers digging into Sophie’s shoulder.

It didn’t stop. Paul’s balls tightened,his vision whiting out,as another torrent erupted, splattering Sophie’s chin and dripping onto her perky nipples. His cock twitched,still rock-hard,as another thick rope arced through the air, landing with a wet smack across Lina’s collarbone. Sophie gasped,her blue eyes wide,her fingers trembling as she touched the cum pooling in her collarbone. "S-So much," she whispered, her voice cracking. Lina giggled,drunken, delirious, her tongue licking her cum-coated lips. "We’re drowning," she moaned, her fingers sliding through the mess on Sophie’s cheek before sucking them clean.

Paul’s knees nearly buckled, his cock still pulsing, as another spurt hit Sophie’s parted lips, her pink tongue darting out instinctively. He’d never felt like this, his orgasm ripping through him in waves, his cock refusing to soften even as his cum painted their faces glossy white. Sophie’s eyelashes fluttered, sticky with seed,as she blinked up at him, her lips smeared obscenely. "D-Did we do good?" she whimpered, her voice small, her fingers twitching against her thighs. Lina leaned forward,her cum-streaked face pressing against Sophie’s, her tongue licking a stripe up her friend’s cheek. "We did perfect," she slurred, her hazel eyes rolling back.

The cheerleader shrieked,her phone flashing,as Lina turned Sophie’s face toward her, their lips crashing together messily. Sophie gasped,her blue eyes widening,as Lina’s tongue shoved between her lips, forcing her to taste Paul’s cum still coating her mouth. The frat boy groaned ,as the girls moaned into each other’s mouths, their tiny hands clutching at each other’s sticky hair. "Holy shit," the nurse breathed, her fingers tightening on the frat boy’s arm. Sophie’s whimper was muffled,her fingers digging into Lina’s waist,as their tongues tangled, exchanging Paul’s cum between them in slick, audible kisses.

Paul stumbled back, his knees buckling, his cock finally softening as the adrenaline drained from him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers trembling, as he stared at the two fourteen-year-olds kneeling on the floor, their faces streaked with his cum, their tongues still entwined. Sophie’s eyelashes fluttered, sticky with seed, her tiny hands clutching Lina’s waist as if she’d drown without her. The realization punched through him like a fist, his stomach twisting, his vision swimming. He’d just fucked them. He’d fucked her. His little girl. His baby. His Sophie.

His hands scrambled for his discarded clothes, his fingers fumbling, his pulse roaring in his ears. The werewolf mask, sweat-slick and reeking,was halfway off his face before he caught himself, his breath hitching. He couldn’t take it off. Not now. Not ever. Sophie’s giggles, high-pitched, drunken,echoed in his ears as she pulled away from Lina’s lips, her tongue licking the cum from her own chin. “Wolfie?” she slurred, her blue eyes blinking up at him, her fingers twitching toward his bare thighs. “Why’re you... *hic*...leaving?”

Paul didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His throat closed, his lungs burning, as he shoved past the nurse, her gasp muffled, her fingers brushing his shoulder. The frat boy’s laughter chased him, low, mocking, as he stumbled into the hallway, his feet slipping on spilled beer. The walls tilted, the floor pitching, as he careened toward the stairs, his hands clawing at the banister. He needed out. Needed air. Needed to scrub his skin raw until the scent of Sophie’s arousal, musky, wrong,was gone from his pores.

Rain slapped his face the moment he staggered onto the porch, cold, stinging, but he welcomed it. He didn’t remember running. Didn’t remember the streets blurring past. Only the jolt of his knees hitting the driveway gravel, his wife’s silhouette flickering behind the kitchen window, before he wrenched the front door open.

The scent hit him first, vanilla candles, laundry detergent, so violently ordinary it made his stomach twist. His wife’s voice echoed from the living room, tinny through the television’s laugh track. “Paul? That you?” He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His boots squeaked against hardwood as he bolted upstairs, his pulse hammering, his cock twitching traitorously in his jeans at the memory of Sophie’s tight little asshole stretching around him.

The mask peeled off with a wet snick, rubber sticking to his sweat-slick skin like a second face. He shoved it into the closet’s shadowy depths,behind winter coats and old shoeboxes, his fingers trembling as they brushed against Sophie’s forgotten ballet slippers. The pink satin was frayed, soles worn thin from her clumsy pirouettes in their living room. He’d clapped proudly while she giggled, her blonde braids bouncing. Now those same tiny feet had wrapped around his waist as he’d fucked her asshole raw.

His clothes hit the hamper in a damp heap,the scent of young teenage pussy and spilled beer clinging to the fabric,just as his wife’s footsteps creaked on the stairs. “Paul?” Her voice sharpened. “What happened?” He froze, the shower hissed to life, scalding, before she could round the corner. Steam swallowed him whole, the water searing his flesh as he braced against the tiles, his forehead pressed to the cool porcelain.

“House reeked of smoke,” he muttered, the lie sour on his tongue. He scrubbed at his arms, too hard, until his skin burned pink. His wife’s sigh filtered through the door. “Those college kids,” she muttered. “Sophie better not have been near that.” His gut twisted. Sophie. Her tiny hands clutching his cock, her lips parting, daddy... no. No. He gagged suddenly, bile rising, as the soap slipped from his fingers. The scent of cherry body wash, Sophie’s favorite, clogged his throat.

“She’s fine,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “Just… dancing.” The shower curtain rattled as he gripped it, his knuckles whitening. Dancing. Her hips grinding against him, her asshole pulsing, stop. His cock twitched, traitor, as steam fogged the mirror. He couldn’t look. Couldn’t see his own face. The mask was gone but his skin still felt rubbery, stretched too tight over the monster beneath.

His wife hummed, distracted, her fingers tapping the doorframe. “And she kept her costume on?” The question was casual, but the implication hooked under his ribs. No. No, she hadn’t. His little girl had stripped bare for him,her tiny thighs spread, her pink underage pussy glistening, stop. He swallowed thickly. “Y-Yeah,” he lied, his tongue clumsy. “The… the ugly one.” His wife chuckled. “Good.” The floorboards creaked as she walked away, unaware, leaving him drowning in steam and guilt.

The shower did nothing to cleanse him. Water sluiced down his body, scalding, but the filth clung stubbornly beneath his skin. He scrubbed until his flesh burned raw, but the scent of Sophie’s arousal lingered, musky and wrong. He gagged again, pressing his forehead to the tiles, his cock twitching traitorously against his thigh. Disgusting. He was disgusting. He fucked his own daughter, her mouth, her tiny pussy, her virgin asshole and even worse, he came inside her unprotected pussy. Disgusting.

Later that night, Paul sat rigid on the couch, fingers clenched around a whiskey glass he hadn’t touched. The television flickered,some late-night infomercial, but the noise barely registered. Every creak of the house made his pulse spike. "What if she knows?" The thought slithered through him. What if Sophie recognized his hands, the calloused grip that had taught her to ride a bike now wrapped around her tiny waist as he’d fucked her asshole raw? What if she knew?

The front door clicked open. Paul’s breath stopped. Sophie’s silhouette wobbled in the doorway,her blonde hair tangled, her cheap Halloween costume hastily thrown back on, the sleeves misbuttoned. She winced as she stepped forward, her thighs pressing together awkwardly. Limping. The realization punched through him. He’d done that. His ten-inch cock had done that. His stomach lurched.

"Hey Daddy," she slurred, her voice raspy from screaming. A faint bruise peeked above her collar, but her smile was bright, too bright. She swayed, catching herself on the armrest, her tiny fingers brushing his knee. The contact burned. "Party was fun!" Her giggle hitched, pain or pleasure? As she adjusted her weight off her left hip. The movement pulled her skirt up just enough to reveal the shadow of a handprint on her inner thigh. His handprint.

Paul's whiskey glass cracked against his palm,the ice long melted,but he couldn't speak. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the infomercial's drone. Sophie blinked at him,her blue eyes glassy, pupils blown, her breath sour with cheap beer and something saltier. His cum. The realization choked him. She'd swallowed him. His little girl had swallowed his sperm.

"Daddy?" Sophie frowned, her tiny fingers brushing his shoulder, her touch searing through his shirt like a brand. "You're all... sweaty." Her nose wrinkled, and for one gut-wrenching second, he thought she'd recognized his scent, musky and feral beneath the shower gel. But she just giggled, high-pitched, drunken, her knees buckling as she leaned in. Her lips brushed his stubble, sticky with cherry gloss, before she whispered, "G'night, Wolfie."