Not sure how else to praise her for her diligence, he retrieved his phone from the corner of the room and snapped a picture of her disgraceful presentation, bare chest thrust outward with cum on her face and badge piercing her skin. “What’s your name,” he asked.
“You know my name,” she was confused.
“Right, but I want you to say it while posing.” He repositioned her right hand to make a victory V, showing off how proud she was to be a cum slut.
“Lily Standford. 1st yr girlscout at Memphis mid.” She gave her school as well.
“Perfect.” Mr. Richards ruffled her hair. “Get dressed and go to the lake to wash yourself.”
Lily’s eyes bulged as she looked down at her pierced breast and recalled her dream. “Are you going to drown me?” she asked bluntly.
“What? Why would you think that? Does Mr. Stanford drown you?”
“Sometimes,” Lilly admitted.
Mr. Richards sat down on the crates and pinched the bridge of his nose. The more he learned about Lily’s father, the more he wanted to punch him. Of course that would definitely lead to him ending up in jail. As Lily disappeared out of the shed, he began to re-watch the video of them having sex. He was feeling guilty again and was hoping getting horny again would help him get over it.
It was when he heard Lily shouting ‘daddy’ that an idea hatched in his head. Due to the dark, it was impossible to tell who was in the video until Lily stated her full name. Mr. Richards spent the rest of the afternoon messing with the video on his phone, making sure he was not recognizable in it at all.
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All of the scouts were to stay the night, including Lily. While normally the Stanfords fought against this, Sandy had insisted. She had noticed there was a lack of recent intimacy between her and Max and thinking they just needed a night to themselves had earned his ire by sending his sex toy daughter out for the night.
As it was the first time Lily had been allowed to stay out overnight, she was quite nervous. Some of the other girls congratulated her on finally gaining her parents’ trust while other teased her for being coddled for so long.
Mr. Richards was doing his rounds, checking on each tent to make sure everyone was asleep, when he heard the soft crying of one of the girls. When he investigated he found Lily sitting outside her tent, huddled with her knees to her chest. “What happened?” he asked in a panic.
“Nothing,” she lied. “I just don’t want to disturb the others with my noise.”
“Why are you crying at all though?” He asked. He quickly recalled that he had been shoving his adult cock inside her tiny cunt that afternoon and decided to backtrack. He was the last person who should’ve been wondering what reason she had to cry. “Does it still hurt?” he tried to touch her legs.
She looked up at him in confusion. While their coitus had been far from comfortable for her, she was used to it hurting a lot more with her father. Mr. Richards seemed positively tame in comparison. He could see from her expression she had no idea was he was talking about. He sighed with relief after realizing he was not the reason for her tears.
“Are the other girls always mean to you?” he made another guess.
She shook her head. “They’re not wrong,” she admitted with a shrug. “I don’t understand why Mom always refused to let me stay before. I hate standing out but she just wouldn’t listen.”
Mr. Richards sighed. He knew that young people liked to rag on each other for being different. Parents did not understand that the slightest actions they took could cause their offspring extreme ostracizing.
“Do you want to sleep in my tent,” Mr. Richards offered.
Lily frowned at him. “Will I have to be naked?”
“You won’t have to be, but I wouldn’t say no if that’s how you like to sleep at home.”
She shook her head. “That’s how daddy likes me to sleep. He’s always taking off my clothes and taking pictures. I don’t understand what he does with them all.”
“He looks at them while thinking of you,” Mr. Richards stated the obvious.
“He doesn’t think of me at all anymore, not as his daughter. I am a toy and a hole for him to use. He likes stretching me.” Mr. Richards did not know how to respond. “Why does he like it so much?” Lily stared at him with a hauntingly inquisitive expression. She knew he could answer because he enjoyed playing with her the same way.
“Men like to fuck women; it’s in their biology,” he gave a simple answer.
“But he can… fuck mommy, can’t he?” she tried out the word she did not understand.
“They have been fucking for a decade now. He’s bored of her. He wants something new and a mini version of her with a tighter pussy is his preference.”
“He doesn’t fuck my pussy, just my butt. He says it stretches more and it’s round like his penis so it fits better.”
“Well maybe Mrs. Stanford doesn’t like anal,” he suggested.
“So it’s okay for mommy to refuse, but I can’t.” She crossed her arms.
He took hold of her hands and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled reluctantly as he led her back to his tent. “You are young. You have to do what adults say. That’s also why your dad likes fucking you more than your mother; he likes being able to boss you around and control you.”
Lily nodded. She could tell that much from how he grabbed her or talked down to her or even hit her. What she did not understand was why he thought he had the right to do all that to her.
Lily was patient as Mr. Richards took off her jacket. It was when he began undoing the buttons to her pajamas that she got upset. “You really want to fuck me again?” she complained. “Didn’t you get enough this afternoon?”
“Men don’t get enough of this, ever. And I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again after today. Sorry if you wanted some peace away from your father, but I need to get as much out of this as I can before it’s too late.”
Lily rolled her eyes as she let her arms fall to her sides so he could continue removing her clothes. First was her pajama shirt and then her shorts. Soon she was standing in the warm tent with her shiny white skin completely exposed. Goosebumps formed all over her arms and shoulders as she shivered in the night air.
Mr. Richards ran his hands down her arms and stopped on her waist. He picked her up and brought her close to himself. She had to wrap her legs around him to keep from sliding out of his grip. He managed to undo his pants with one hand and soon his cock was resting right beneath her exposed cunt. She gulped nervously. She knew she did not enjoy having her pussy penetrated but it definitely did not hurt as much as anal and for that she was grateful.
Lily’s cunt was not wet at all and Mr. Richards could not penetrate it. Instead he just held her up with the tip pressed to the opening. He could slightly understand why Mr. Stanford felt the need to be forceful but he had no plans of acting in kind. He felt guilty enough as it was.