Harvey and his dad

Witches with dicks or guys with guns. As far as Sabrina was concerned, neither was a good option. But the threat of dying was much lower with the Weird sister, so Sabrina was actually angry and scared when they abandoned her again. She only grew more terrified as she heard the crunch of booted men approaching from behind her.

“Gollie what a sight. Glad we didn’t accidentally shoot this thingy.” It was the voice of an older man. A voice that was familiar but Sabrina couldn’t place it. Given the events of the day, Sabrina was not surprised to feel his rough hand on her ass as though he was simply admiring the workmanship.

“Come on, Dad. Stop. Don’t be weird.” Oh fuck. Sabrina knew that voice better than almost any other. It was Harvey (ex-boyfriend with remaining “will they won’t they” tension).

“You always wished I would appreciate art more. Now that I am, you get mad at me?” He walked around Sabrina, drinking it all in without ever picking up his hand. He trailed it behind him tracing her soft curves. Sabrina could see his bulge as he started to walk in front of her face but thankfully he pulled back when he finally looked at her face.

“Well shit. I would have been a little bit obvious with my appreciation if I had realized who the subject was.” Harvey had been standing back before, embarrassed by the whole situation, but now he was curious. He hurried over to his father to see what he was talking about. Sabrina could see his jaw drop as he recognized his first love as the stone seductress in front of him. His dad waited for him to process the situation but never stopped checking Sabrina out. This wasn’t a sight many middle aged men would ever get to enjoy.

“We have to destroy it.” Harvey’s declaration caught Sabrina and Mr. Kinkle off guard. Sabrina had gone from scared to embarrassed but now she was absolutely panicked.

“Why would we do that?”

“Sabrina would never okay anything like this. Somebody must have made it without her permission. It might even be part of some plot to humiliate her.” Harvey was so close to spotting the problem but his solution could not be further from the mark. Sabrina’s only hope was that Papa Kinkle was too horned up to let Harvey have his way. She needed this man to put libido over family and thankfully but also unfortunately, she was pretty sure that’s exactly what he was going to do.

“Look Harvey, you might be right, but you might also be wrong. We’ll leave it for now, but tomorrow morning, you can check with Sabrina to see if she okayed it and we can come back and destroy it for her if she didn’t.”

“We can’t just leave it here! What if the artist disappears before we come back? It will just be out there, in circulation, liable to pop up at the least opportune moment.”

“I suppose you’re right. Let’s bring her on home for the night. To keep her safe.”

Harvey nodded his approval at this compromise, but Sabrina saw the smile cross his father’s face as soon as Harvey turned his head. This had been the bastard’s plan the whole time! There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to take advantage of the night they would “hold onto the statue” for.

So far Sabrina had been in the garage of the Kinkle household for about an hour or two with almost no incident. Mr. Kinkle had done some light ass groping and even spanked her a couple times when Harvey left to get the truck, but at this point that didn’t seem like a big deal. Sabrina was just thinking about how her luck was sure to run out when she heard the door creak open.

Mr., Kinkle slipped through the door as quietly as he could and sidled over to Sabrina. He didn’t want to turn on the overhead lights for fear that Harvey would get suspicious if he saw them on. But, he really wanted to examine the statue, so he set up a couple flashlights and a lantern all pointed at Sabrina. She looked and felt like she was on display like a stripper or a museum piece. She was a mix of both she supposed. Under this light, Mr. Kinkle could see the cum that Prudence had left on Sabrina’s chest. He thanked his lucky stars that he hadn’t gone for her tits in the dark.

“Oh you poor thing. It looks like someone made you a filthy girl. Well we’ll see what we can do about that.” He walks out of the garage briefly but returns with a bucket full of soapy water and a rag. He pulls the rag from the water and starts to clean Sabrina off in earnest. The rag feels very rough over her chest and she can’t help but notice that he seems to be paying particular attention to her tits. This rough washing continues for a couple minutes until Mr. Kinkle pulls back to survey his work. He is content in the fact that Sabrina is now cum free and he is absolutely elated at how great she looks with her tits glistening. He drops his rag to the ground, abandoning all pretense that he is doing anything other than molesting the marble. He grabs a boob in each hand and starts massaging and teasing. Sabrina was mortified as she felt herself get a little heated from his ministrations.

“Man, I have wanted to do this so bad. Harvey had no idea what he had in you, you hot little slut.” Those were the last words he said for a while as he dropped his head to her chest and started kissing and sucking her tits. His left hand was still up in the fray but his right was conspicuously missing. Sabrina heard his pants unzip and realized what was going on. Her ex’s dad was molesting her chest while he jacked himself off. She expected him to shoot any minute, but she was underestimating the old dog. Mr. Kinkle was holding out for more. He stopped his attack momentarily and lowered Sabrina to the ground. Fear flooded Sabrina as her cherry flashed before her eyes, but she lucked out. Mr. Kinkle kneeled on top of Sabrina and positioned himself to take full advantage of her marble bust. She had always thought that she would be too flat to be tit fucked but apparently men...ahh… find a way. Mr. Kinkle started thrusting across her slippery slopes. Sabrina was relieved to only be getting titfucked (who would have thought she would ever think that) and was actually more or less happy that it was much less pleasurable for her than the groping and sucking. She didn’t want her first non self inflicted O to come from her ex’s dad as she was magically trapped in statue form. However, she was not thrilled as things quickly started to tip into outright unpleasantness again. Mr. Kinkle had slipped a couple fingers into Sabrina’s mouth and started to finger her face. It was only made worse by a resumed spate of dirty talk.

“Fuck this is great. I am going to have to find a way to keep you forever. Tomorrow night, we are going to explore that mouth. Oh fuck. I bet Harvey’s wrong. I’ve always known you were a little whore. You probably designed this statue yourself. You probably set up cameras in the woods so that you could watch people take advantage of your little masterpiece. You’ve always liked that huh? You like knowing the effect you have on us. I wonder if I let you know what I am doing to the statue, would you want to come watch? Maybe you’d want to join in on the fun. Forget the rag and water, I’ll bring you home and have you lick the statue clean.”

That was the last straw for the old man. He stopped his thrusting and instead retreated a bit. He only had to stroke a couple times before he let loose all over Sabrina’s upper body. She was getting used to bukkakes by this point, but it still wasn’t something she enjoyed. She was horrified when he simply turned off the lights and walked away after he caught his breath. She was left covered in cum again and this time Harvey might walk in and see her like this at any moment.