Mary Takes Three!

Sometimes I still can't believe it all happened. It seemed like a dream, that night, twisted into something lurid and unfamiliar, until it was a living nightmare. By the end of the night I barely recognized my daughter, and I certainly didn't recognize myself. I shudder when I remember it; it seemed like it happened to a different man. For those hours, I was possessed. But I'll tell you now. It was the worst night of my life, to be sure - but it was also the best. After everything, after all the pain, the horror, the shame, after it all, I would still make the same choice.

My daughter Mary and I pulled into the hotel around eight o'clock, both exhausted from a long day visiting potential colleges. We'd hit one in the morning and another in the afternoon, then drove all the way up to Vermont to see another in the morning. My little girl had gotten into ten out of twelve schools she applied to, with large scholarships to four. It was going to be a tough choice, but she was cheerful and positive. One of the reasons she'd done so well was she didn't let herself get stressed by much, and had an easygoing disposition that served her well during challenging times. My wife had taken her a month ago to see the other schools, and I was glad to have a turn to spend one on one time with my only child before she left for school in six months. She was newly eighteen and we had only a few more months before we had to let her out of the nest. I, for one, wasn't looking forward to it.

"What do you think, honey?" I asked after we put our bags down next to each of the double beds. This is the moment I always come back to, when I remember what happened. I'd really wanted a burger, and I knew hotels like this didn't have anything decent. What if I hadn't been as polite? What if I had made the choice for us? Would it still have happened? I asked Mary: "Want to go to the diner across the way, or the restaurant in the hotel?"

She sat down on the end of her bed and changed from her sneakers to a pair of sandals. It was April and nearly warm enough to go without a jacket; she was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt and a sweater. "I'm tired, daddy. Can we just walk to the restaurant for a sandwich?"

I said goodbye to my burger. I got both of us into this situation, it was all my fault. But it was all because I wanted to make my little girl happy. That's it, that's what I tell myself. It doesn't change anything, but it helps, sometimes, when I'm awake at night, remembering, and I'm plagued by the warring emotions that accompany me every time I relive this night.

We walked to the restaurant together and got a table near the window. We passed two men eating in the center of the restaurant. I was fifty; these guys were late thirties, early forties, and grungier than I am. I grew up in central Ohio, a middle-class boy grown into a responsible, boring man. Nothing about me is impressive; I wasn't the best athlete, or the smartest in school. I love my wife and daughter, and I'm a good salesman. That's about it. Louisa, my wife, and I met at work when we were twenty-six, and got married about two years later, had Mary three years after that, and weren't able to have any more kids. Louisa and I are happy, good partners; we have sex regularly, and it's good. We're united on all things Mary. There's nothing about me to explain why I did this; no unhappy marriage, no lack of sex, no depravity in my childhood. It was just lust. And, I suppose, I wasn't ready to let my little girl go.

I'm getting ahead of myself.

These two men were in the restaurant, wearing old jeans. One was thin with a wild beard, the other was heavier and muscular. I saw them eyeing Mary as she passed, but she didn't notice. I felt a prickle of nervousness at the way their eyes scraped over her body, and then, a little bit of pride. At school Mary was a bit of a mouse, and even though she was beautiful, boys didn't notice her. That's how it worked in high school; the same as when I was a kid. People liked who they were supposed to, and boys often missed the girls like Mary, pretty and sweet, the diamonds in the rough. I'd witnessed more than one night where Louisa had to hold Mary while she cried over this boy not liking her, this one not asking her to dance. So it made me nervous, sure, but I was glad to see men taking a notice of her. You see, I knew Mary was gorgeous. It had bothered me that other men didn't seem to look. You might find that strange, but it's true; she was my perfect girl.

And Mary was perfect. Five foot four, she had softly curling light brown hair that went to her elbows and large blue eyes, cheeks that blushed pink whenever she was exerted or embarrassed. She was one hundred and twenty-eight pounds; soft everywhere she should be, slender everywhere else. A perfect size four. She dressed modestly and sweetly, with little lace trim on her tshirts and bows on her tank tops right between the breasts. It puzzled me that she didn't drive men crazy.

These men stared all through dinner, and Mary didn't seem to notice. Like I said, I didn't mind. I probably should have. Another mistake.

We finished our food and went back to the room around nine-thirty. She showered first and then put on her pajamas - a matching set, pink tank top, ruffled shorts. I could see her pretty breasts through the soft cotton, unbound by a bra. They were C's, I would guess, and her nipples were soft and puffy by the look of them pressing dully through her top. I looked away as she combed her wet hair with her fingers, the shorts bunching a bit between her full cheeks.

"Why don't you pick a movie?" I asked. "We'll watch it when I'm out of the shower."

"All right, daddy."

I took my sweatpants and tshirt into the bathroom with me, along with my phone. I hadn't had a chance to listen to the news all day, so I queued it up loud so I could hear it over the water pounding on the side of the shower wall. I scalded myself clean for ten minutes and then shut off the water and dried myself.

That's when I heard the voices. Laughter. I stopped moving, then heard it again. It was probably coming from the hallway, or the next room - hotels could carry sound so strangely! - but I reached for my phone and turned off the news to be sure.

"Don't you look pretty!" A man cooed, and then another man laughed. My blood picked up; I've never moved so fast. They were in my room. I didn't even think about a towel. I ran out of the room.

I'll never forget the sight that greeted me.

My little girl, her hands bound behind her back, kneeling on the hotel floor with a gag in her mouth. Her blue eyes were wide and terrified. And two men - the two men from the restaurant - on either side. The bearded one had his hand sound through her hair, dragging her head up. The muscled one had a gun pointed straight at her.

He turned it to me.

"There's daddy." He smiled at me.

I put my hands up. "Let her go."

"Not so fast," he said.

"Let her go," I said again. "I'll give you everything we have. My money is in my wallet over on the dresser. My car is outside. Just let her go."

He pointed the gun back at Mary. She whimpered and closed her eyes. "I said not so fast. We're going to have some fun first."

That's when my stomach went sick. If he didn't have a gun pointed straight at her, I would have tackled him. But I was terrified he'd shoot. My palms were sweating. "Don't touch her!" I yelled. I hoped someone would hear.

A second later he'd crossed the room. He was huge, and in a moment, I was on the floor, his arm in the center of my back.

"Don't talk, old man, or I'll shoot," he whispered in my ear. I struggled against him.

"You're going to do exactly as I say. And so are you, girly. OK?"

I heard my little girl whimper. I closed my eyes; I couldn't take this.

"If either of you screams or makes a sound, you're dead," he said. I felt him pull my hands back and bind them together as tightly as he could. "You struggle, you're dead. You try anything, you're dead. You got that?"

Something came over me, a survival instinct. I said yes. I could hear Mary agree too, through her gag.

"Great. Just do as we say and everything will be fine. Alright?"

He pulled me to my feet and dropped me on the bed, so I was laying on my side with my hands trussed behind me, still naked. He stuffed a rag in my mouth so I couldn't talk. Then, he pulled Mary up, so she was facing me. She was trembling. A tear ran down her cheek.

"I'm Frank," the small one said. "And this is Brad. I'm going to take out your gag, sweetie. You're not going to scream. Remember the rules?"

Mary nodded.

He removed her gag. "Tell us your name."

"Mary."

Brad smiled at Frank. "She's a good girl."

"You are," Frank said. "God, you're so pretty." He touched her hair, her cheeks. "Can we have a look, honey?"

She shook her head.

Brad tsked. "Now, now. That's not how we're going to play tonight. Remember you agreed to be good. Are you going to be good?"

Mary looked at me. I nodded at her; I didn't know what else to do. It seemed safer.

"Yes."

"Good." Frank touched her tank top. "Now, again. Can we have a look?"

She trembled. "Yes."

Brad reached out and, in one motion, tore the fabric like it was tissue paper. He then tore the straps away so my little girl was utterly bare.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as my little girl's breasts were revealed to me. They were plump and pretty and graced with pink nipples the size of quarters. I couldn't deny the pulse I felt in the pit of my stomach, seeing them. She was so beautiful, so ripe. Frank moaned and took one in his hands. Brad leaned down and gave her nipple a lick. Mary jumped. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked while Frank massaged her other breast with his hand, pinching her other nipple between his fingers.

"You have such pretty tits, Mary," Frank said. "Daddy doesn't she have pretty tits?"

I closed my eyes.

He tsked. "It's a shame you won't look. You're missing out."

"No daddy," Mary said. "Don't look, daddy."

Brad moaned around her breast. Then, to my shock, I heard Mary gasp. I opened my eyes, afraid they were hurting her. But instead I saw that Frank had also leaned down, so now both men were sucking my girl's tits. Brad lewdly licked her nipple like a cat. She gasped, and blushed, seeing me look. I turned onto the bed. It wasn't my fault I was getting hard; it was normal, it wasn't about wanting my girl.

"What about that pussy?" Frank said when he came up for air. "You wanna show us, sweetheart?"

"No," Mary said.

Brad touched her hips and tugged her toward him. He sat on the bed and she stood in front of him. He gripped both breasts hard in his hands. "I don't like that answer, honey. You wanna try that again?"

"Show us your pussy, sweetheart," Frank said.

Mary glanced at me. There was something in her eyes, an apology, then a giving in. "All right."

I watched in horror and fascination. I felt I could not look away; if my girl was experiencing this, then I needed to watch, or else I was a coward. She lowered those ruffled shorts.

"No panties," Frank said.

"I thought you were a good girl?" Brad said.

"I am," Mary said. I could see her pussy. It was right at my eye level. Her shaved lips peaked out under a triangle of light brown hair. It was modest and only a flash before Brad stood up.

"Have you sucked a cock, Mary?"

I moaned into my gag. I couldn't allow this.

Both men looked back at me, then laughed. "Looks like we've got daddy excited!" Frank said.

Mary was looking at the floor. "Yes," she said.

I lost my breath. What?

"You have?" Frank said. He pinched her nipples again. She gasped. I watched her skin dapple pink at her neck. "I thought you were good."

"I am," she said. "But I - I've done some things. Just with a few boys."

A few? I thought boys didn't like her? I thought she didn't have a boyfriend?

She looked at me, as though to apologize again, and then turned to Brad. "At parties," she said. "Sometimes we play a game. It's dark, and the girl... well nobody knows who's in the room." She was blushing furiously. "Everybody does it."

"Are you a virgin, sweetie?" Brad asked. He undid his belt. I could see how hard he was. He pushed his pants and underwear down and kicked them off. He was huge; eight inches and thick, and standing straight out. He took his hand and stroked himself as he smiled at my daughter.

"No," she said.

Again I was shocked. My daughter had sucked cocks of boys at parties, and she wasn't a virgin?

"How many boys, honey?" Frank asked. He was smiling at her sweetly. It made me sick, but I desperately wanted to know, too. How many boys, Mary?

"Only six," she said. She looked at me. "Sorry, daddy."

"Six!" Brad laughed. His cock twitched in his hands. "Six boys for little Mary."

"Do you like sex, babygirl?" Frank asked. He sat on the bed and blocked my view. I rolled a bit so I could see better. Mary looked at me; I wanted to explain. I was trying to protect her. I couldn't look away and allow this to happen. But then she twitched and gasped; Frank had reached out and slid a finger between her sweet feminine folds.

She trembled. "I asked if you liked sex."

The flush on her chest had grown deeper. My little girl nodded.

Brad laughed. "Enough talking then. Let's see how well those boys taught you. On your knees, honey."

Mary knelt on the floor without protest. Brad turned and stood up. His cock stood straight out. I watched in fascination as Mary opened her mouth and looked up at him, ready for him. Some women had trouble with big cocks; I had a large one, and Louisa had never been able to fit it. I wondered if Mary would be the same, if she would gag.

"Kiss it," Brad said.

Mary looked up at him and did as he said, kissing the purple head of his cock. It twitched. A rope of precum stuck to her lip and she licked it off. As she did, she glanced at me, ashamed, and then quickly back to Brad.

"That's a good girl," Brad cooed. He wrapped her hair around his fingers and guided her mouth over his cock. I watched his eyes close and his head tip back. He sighed in ecstasy. "Oh, sweetie, good."

My erection had flagged a bit during the conversation, but now it was back. I told myself it was because of what I was seeing; I loved blowjobs, and I told myself I was reacting to the stimuli, it was like porn. I saw the look on Brad's face and my body reacted.

But I couldn't look away from Mary. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the tip of him, her lips smacking as she pulled off his red swollen shaft. Before he had to urge her back, she gobbled him in again, sliding her mouth halfway down. Brad groaned. He bobbed his cock in and out of her mouth until it was shining with my girl's spit, and his precum and her saliva ran down her chin. Mary opened her eyes and looked up at him, her arms still trussed behind her, her breasts pulled apart and jiggling as she bobbed on his cock. Brad began pumping harder. A glugging, wet sound came from her throat.

Mary was amazing. She took every inch of him. Slowly, she pushed her lips down his cock until they kissed the hair on his pelvis. I watched Brad shudder and moan and hold her head there, one second, then two, then three. Mary broke away for a moment to catch her breath, but then went back, intent on her task, and took him again. Once more she deep throated him, and then again, gasping for air in between but pushing on.

I always thought that only sluts deep throated men. It didn't matter how many boys Mary had been with; she wasn't a slut, she was a good girl, responsible. But it appeared that Mary had a talent I had never seen. She gulped him and moaned on his cock. As much as I hated to admit it, my Mary was, as far as I could see, enjoying herself.

My cock was leaking by now as I watched my daughter take this man's cock in her mouth. Soon Brad was pushing her head onto him, fucking her face, but I had the feeling he didn't need to. I watched as my little girl continued on, her lips making wet slurping noises around his member. Frank then knelt behind her.

"I'm going to take off your handcuffs, sweetie," he said. "Because you're being so good. OK?"

She made a moaning sound around Brad's cock. At this point I was fearful again; one wrong move and we were done for. And I hated to admit it, but I didn't want this to stop. As long as she wasn't in mortal danger, a small, sick part of me wanted to see how far she would go, what she would allow. Six boys, she had said. I wondered if any had been at the same time.

"Don't forget," Frank said. "Any funny business and that's it. The better job you do, the sooner we leave."

Mary pulled herself free for a moment and nodded. "I promise."

"That's a good girl."

He untied her. For a moment she let her hands rest at her sides, then Brad pushed his cock back into her mouth.

"You know what to do, slut," he said.

I moaned into my gag. Frank looked over at me, and winked. But I still felt sick; I might be hard, but I wanted to kill them. Using my baby like that. I hated what they were doing to me. I didn't like seeing her like this, even if my body did. But god did she look gorgeous; her hair was loose, and her chest and face were so flushed by now she looked rosy and young and gorgeous. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and her face was moist from the fluid from the incredible cocksucking she was doing.

Frank watched from a chair in the corner. "You're such a good girl. Do you know what a good girl you are?"

Mary whimpered around his cock. I watched her slide on and off this cock and couldn't help it; I imagined what it would be like so have that beautiful mouth on my member, those lovely eyes looking at me as I shoved in and out of her. I turned more, but I couldn't see her ass, her pussy. I hated to admit it, but I was disappointed.

"Fuck yeah, sweetie, you're doing such a good job."

She reached up and used one hand to jack off his cock, the other to cup his balls. Brad wasn't going to last much longer. He roared when she touched his balls and then wrapped both his hands in her hair and pistoned in and out of her mouth. Mary screamed around his cock, but she persevered, and soon had regained control of the pace and was sucking him off again. I couldn't tear my eyes away. My cock pulsed, begging for attention. And then, in a great roar, Brad came.

"Take it all, honey, that's it, swallow my cum, right in front of your daddy."

And she did! She swallowed it all. She pulled away, licking her lips, and used her fingers to wipe her face.

Brad staggered back and sat against the opposite bed, his limp cock resting on his leg. He caught his breath with his eyes closed. My little girl looked up. Her face was flushed. She met my eyes.

Frank saw her look at me. I had my cock pressed into the bed so she couldn't see, thank god.

"Tell your dad what you just did," Frank ordered her. He stood up. It was then that I realized this wasn't over. Frank had removed his shirt and was taking off his belt.

Mary met my eyes. "I sucked the man's cock, daddy."

"Did he force you to?" Frank asked.

"Yes," Mary said, then blushed. "At first."

"Only at first?" Frank smiled.

Mary looked at him. She blushed, then nodded. "I... I'm sorry daddy."

"You're a very naughty girl," Frank cooed at her. "Isn't she naughty, daddy?"

I groaned.

"Are you naughty, sweetie?" Frank asked.

Mary nodded at him. She was still on her knees. Her tummy was filled with cum. "I am naughty."

"Tell your daddy."

"I'm a naughty girl, daddy. A very naughty girl."

"That's right." Frank was now naked. His cock was smaller than Brad's, but still thick, and hard as a rock. He was already dripping with precum. He pulled his belt free of his pants. "Did your daddy ever spank you, sweetheart?"