Caramel Part 3

Wendy ignored the knowing smirks from her classmates in her last class. She reeked from the smell of the principal's sperm all over her chest, but she didn't care.

As soon as the bell rung she got a text from her boyfriend, Alan, to meet him at his car in the parking lot. Wendy figured that word had gotten around, as it usually did. The secretary was a terrible gossip and sometimes she would even text snapshots from the various videos made in the principal's office. The secretary loved having access to the lewd videos. Sometimes, during the filming, if the scene was particularly hot, she would reach down between her legs and jack off while she watched the live action.

Alan was waiting in his car. As Wendy got in she could already see the big bulge in his pants and she didn't have to be a clairvoyant to see what was in her future... a dick in her mouth... again.

She didn't fight him, she knew it was useless. Her parents liked him and her mother had told her to be "nice" to him and "accommodate" him any way he liked. Her mother told her that she was lucky to have such a good looking and virile young man to sex with. Sometimes his mother would ask flat out, "have you been sexing your boyfriend regularly, honey?"

Wendy hated when her mother would ask her about her trysts, because almost invariably her mother would get aroused and demand more details as she forced her submissive daughter to lick her mother's pussy while Wendy tried to tell as many details as possible about what they had done that day, or evening. Not only did Wendy have to make her boyfriend cum, she was then obliged to make her mother cum as well. And sometimes, after her father got home from work, he would come into her room and have her strip down to just her cheerleader skirt with no panties on and have her lie back on the bed while he fucked his ripe little teenage daughter.

Wendy didn't really mind though, because she secretly reveled in the attention and frequently she would cum as she was sucking off her boyfriend, or licking her mother, or while her father fucked her... pounding her so hard that she worried her bed might break.

Wendy loved sex. She often masturbated in her sleep. She would sometimes wake up in the middle of an orgasm, thrusting her young hips upward to meet her stiff fingers rubbing over her clitoris. She was what the boys called "one hot little number". In fact, those were the first words her current boyfriend had ever said to her when he found her sitting alone in the dark at a movie theater. He had sat down next to her, reached around and pushed his hand down her blouse and into her bra, where he pinched her nipple and said "Hey, Wendy, I hear you're one hot little number." That was the first time Wendy had sucked him off and she was surprised at how mellow and tasty his cum was. She liked it! After that she looked forward to swallowing his ejaculations. She was so addicted that she began to think of his cock as the "root of all evil". For his part Alan loved cumming in Wendy's mouth. She was a natural and he made sure to thank her parents for teaching her to suck cocks so well. They were flattered and said merely that they were very proud of their little flower.

While Wendy was bobbing her head and sucking she occasionally heard the knock of one of her friends on the car window. She would just wave as she continued bobbing his knob and they would say things like "you go, girl".

For his part Alan loved having the other girls in the school watching as he face fucked his girlfriend. It just added to his reputation as a ladies man who also happened to have a really nice cock.

Wendy was very skilled at the fine art of fellatio. Even her father and her brother would attest to that fact after they often availed themselves of the services of her pretty soft mouth. She had DSL's, or 'dick sucking lips', as her grandfather was fond of pointing out whenever he "came" to visit.

Wendy liked to think of herself as the community sex doll. She liked the taste of cum and she liked making people happy with little or no thought of herself, except her sexual arousal whenever a cock, or pussy, presented itself to her.

What Wendy didn't know, however, was that the reason for her hyper-sexuality and sexual insatiability was the drugs that she was being secretly fed by her parents ever since she had hit puberty. Her parents needed the money so every time she had sex; with a family member, with her boyfriend, with the principal, or even with herself in bed or in the shower, it was being recorded and sold by them to a discreet and select group of rich people, both men and women. Even as Wendy was giving her boyfriend a blowjob in his car there were several very carefully concealed cameras recording everything.

So when Alan finally grabbed Wendy's head and held it still as he fucked her mouth through his orgasm there were people watching live and videos being made that would be for sale afterwards. Wendy didn't know it but she had been groomed to be a porn star only without being told and without being paid. Her parents, however, made good use of the money. Without whoring out their pretty young daughter they would never have been able to live in the nice upscale neighborhood in which they now lived, nor been able to afford the nice cars they both drove. Alan was given a commission every time he fucked their pretty little daughter. Some of the money even went to Wendy's grandparents to help finance their old age and their condo in Florida.

Because, after all, Wendy really was one hot little number.