Okay, so he was crazy, but it felt terrific. Brenda wailed with delight as the two cocks pounded and slammed in her, one in her cunt and one in her asshole. She'd never been fucked so well in her life.
"Oooooo," she whined, "Ohhh, God, yes… yes… It feels so damned good…"
The men chuckled. Sid, panting, said, "Hey, Denton, I really like your new girl."
Denton said something, but Brenda didn't hear. She was spinning dizzily away in a powerful orgasm, triggered by the twin pounding of her ass and cunt. She moaned and clawed the bed.
She didn't even think of Hal…
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After Brenda left for work that evening, Hal sat in his favorite chair, brooding. He still hadn't gotten over the shock of hearing his wife say that she was going to become a hooker. That would put a strain on any marriage.
He didn't blame Brenda for wanting to get even with him. He'd done a terrible thing, after all, seducing her little daughter, taking the girl's virginity. Brenda had every right to be furious. Still Hal shuddered when he thought of her at the club, fucking strange men for money.
His wife was a whore. How had it all happened?
He looked up and saw Debby come into the room, and he knew the answer. It was all his fault. He'd ruined his new marriage with his sick lust for little girls…
"Hi, Hal," Debby said brightly.
She looked very cute this evening in her red shorts and little red halter. Her tiny budding tits poked out saucily under the thin material, bouncing slightly as she approached Hal's chair.
"Hi, Debby," he said gloomily.
He was still thinking about Brenda, his beautiful young wife, and how he'd royally fucked things up with their marriage.
"What's wrong, Hal?" said Debby, touching his hand. "You look so sad."
"I'm sad, all right," said Hal. "I don't think your mother will ever love me again, not after catching us together."
"Oh, sure she will," said Debby, patting his hand. "Mom has a quick temper, but she gets over it. Anyhow, she didn't seem mad to me. She told me everything was okay, and that it was all right with her if you and I go on making it."
Hal nodded glumly. "I know," he said. "She told me the same thing. But it's just because she doesn't give a shit what I do from now on."
"Hal," Debby said impatiently, "that's not true. Mom loves you, but she's just too angry to say so right now. Give her time. Meanwhile, you and I can be having lots of fun."
Hal looked at the freckle-faced girl. He wondered if he could believe her. After all, she knew Brenda better than he did. It would be great if he could get Brenda to love, him again – and meanwhile, like Debby said, he could be enjoying himself with the kid.
"Come on, Hal," she said, smiling, "cheer up. Why don't we go in the bedroom?"
Hal sighed deeply and got to his feet. "Sure," he said, "why not?"
Debby trotted along ahead of him, down the hall, eager and excited. Hal tried to work up some excitement, too, but he was still feeling bad about Brenda. He felt guilty as hell. He felt like some depraved monster…
"Come on, Hal," Debby said, "hurry up. There's so much I want you to teach me…"
Hal followed her into the master bedroom. She was practically jumping up and down in her excitement, her eagerness to get into bed with him and learn more things about sex. A day ago, this would have blown his mind. He found it hard to get enthused.
"Oh, hurry," Debby said breathlessly. "Let's get undressed."
Hal managed a smile. To delay things and give him time to summon up some interest, he walked over to her and started to take off her clothes. Debby liked that. She giggled but held still, allowing him to untie the tiny straps of her halter. He drew the garment off and dropped it on the floor.
Debby did have cute little tits, he had to admit, though they were hardly in the same class with his wife's huge creamy melons. Debby's newly budded breasts stuck straight out, the nipples tiny and pink. Hal easily covered them with his hands. He pressed them gently, feeling the radiating warmth of her body.
"Ummm," said Debby, rubbing against him. "I like it when you play with my tits, Hal."
He went on fondling the tiny soft jugs. At least he could make the girl happy, even if he was depressed. There was no point in drawing Debby into all this adult trouble. He would do his best to see that she had fun this evening.
He squeezed her tiny hot tits, then rubbed his thumbs over the little pink nipples. Debby sighed and leaned back against him, rubbing her firm little butt against his crotch. He stroked and massaged her delicate nipples, and gradually he felt them stiffening into erection, growing hard and bumpy against his thumbs.