[Narrator: (because fuck you, I decided this series gets a narrator now]
Ahem,
Uh, oh! Oh. Uh, okay. Yes, I am the narrator for the series, even though the first part didn't have this amazingly awkward, immersion-breaking feature. I'll make this quick, I guess. We join Lenore after her last slutty adventure where she was fucked silly at her high school by, who-Jordan? Jimmy?--oh, Joey! Yes. She was dropped off at her house by Joey for winter break and we join her now as she sits in her room on her bed reading some generic anime or whatever the fuck it is that edgy, outcast teens read in their freetime. She lives with her father, Henry, who is a jobless, sorry, welfare dependant who spends his days drinking PBR and fapping to strictly homemade porn videos with precariously young looking women. It is on this day, however, that Henry's one and only phone charger has gone kaputz and he is attempting to beat off for the third time today when his phone's battery runs dry. He is now left with a hard, swollen dick that he cannot seem to alleviate. That is, until he happens to walk by Lenore's bedroom whose door has been left slightly ajar...
Lenore sat on her bed, reading her anime manga. She was comfortable, dressed in a black tank top and booty shorts. While she usually wore goth style clothes and accessories when she was out and whoring around, it wasn't always comfortable. At home, she liked to dress skimpily. She'd tease her father's and brother's friends who'd come over to watch whatever fucking game or play whatever stupid videogame in the living room. Her house was typically always crawling with random guys from the grungiest places in town. Guys with no girlfriends or wives that spent their days at the corner bar, shooting the shit about what they thought they knew about politics or sports. They all liked making Henry's place their meetup because the word around town was that his daughter was a little whore. And, every now and then, one of them might get lucky enough to get waved into her bedroom for a tussle in her bed for whatever few dollars they had rolled up in their pockets. Lenore didn't need the money, but she loved the idea of fucking dirty men for cash. She got turned on by being a cheap whore and hosting gangbangs from her bedroom. Today, though, the only men that were at her house were her father and brother, Gerald.
"Lenore," Henry shouted, pushing her door wide open, "why'd you get home late yesterday?"
"Uh, um..." she said to herself, trying to make up a good reason that didn't involve manipulating a low-IQ individual into fisting her cunt, "I was at the library in town. I just lost track of time, I guess." Lenore put her book down and watched her father close the door behind him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.
"Oh, really? You weren't out giving that cooter away?"
"No, daddy, I promise."
"I think y'er a Goddamn liar, Lenore. You know how I know? Your leg starts to shake whenever you're not telling the truth. Been that way since you was a little girl."
"I was being a good girl, I swear," Lenore cried, trying her best to shed some alligator tears, but she wasn't quick enough. Her father reached over and grabbed her by the hair close to her scalp and looked her deep in her eyes.
"I don't think you was being good. I've been hearing about you from Benny and all them, and I told you that if you was gonna whore yourself out like a big girl, you was gonna have responsibilities like a big girl. And now, I think it's time that as the woman of the house, you started taking on more of them roles."
"Like what, daddy," Lenore asked, helpless.
"Like giving me that little hole of yers iffin and when I want it. And I want it now," Henry said, unbuckling his pants. He was quick to let his jeans hit the ground, his cock springing out. Lenore had seen her dad's cock once before when she made the mistake of trying to use the bathroom without knocking. It wasn't huge, but it was nice. She always figured the reason why her mother left her father was that he nutted too prematurely, but she had a suspicion that she was about to find out. Henry stuck his other hand into his daughter's shirt and greedily began squeezing her fat, thick tits. They were plentiful and pale, jiggling as he moved his hand around. Henry didn't like women whose tits were so perky they maintained perfect shape even when they were unbound. He liked when they were just on the border of being overly large. His daughter had larger, dark pink nipples that were already getting stiff from being played with. "You goddamn slut. You're getting excited from yer daddy playing wif those fucking fat ass milk makers of yours." Lenore opened her mouth to speak but could only let out a surprised yelp as she felt her father's rough, calloused hand slap her across her delicate, youthful face. There was enough force to drive her into her bed, leaving her somewhat dazed as she felt her tank top being ripped away. She shook her head and realized that her father was already pulling her booty shorts off as well but was having trouble giving how tight they were on her fat, teenage ass. 'Goddamn girl, how the fuck you'd even get these britches on," Henry grunted.