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All characters in this story are 18 or older.



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If you have not read the previous chapter, I suggest you do. You can find it on my profile.



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This all felt like a dream, an amazing one at that. I have one of the most beautiful, sexy daughters in the world and she just seduced and sucked me dry.



“So Daddy, will you fuck me?” She said impatiently.



“I’d love to sweetie, first go clean your face and then why don’t you change into something sexy for me.”



“Okay Daddy!” she grabbed my hand and slowly lead me upstairs, her big round ass swaying and jiggling with each step. “I’m so excited to have that nice fat long cock in my pussy daddy!” My head was spinning; I still couldn’t believe all of this was happening. She led me into her room and pushed me down onto her bed. “Stay right here daddy, I’ll be back real soon. I promise!” She quickly exited the room skipping, making her tits and ass bounce sensually.



I must have drifted off because before I knew it she was standing at the foot of the bed, her hair in pigtails wearing her school girl uniform. “Oh my God Selene, you look so sexy right now, you have no idea!” I said in a somewhat raspy voice.



“Thank you daddy, I’ve dressed like this every day since I started attending this school just so you’d notice me!” she smiled “I know you have a thing for schoolgirls since you love to fuck mommy in her costume.” She smiled and then turned around placing her hands on her hips and posing. “So how would you like to fuck a real school girl?”



I cleared my throat and licked my lips. “I’d love to, but first I want to eat your pussy!”



She slowly walked along the edge of the bed.”Take your shirt off daddy. It will just get in the way.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and laid back the same way her mother does when I lick her pussy. She held her legs apart and moaned in anticipation as I kneeled on the floor in front of her. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating. I took a deep breath and plunged my face into her pussy, licking slowly at first then speeding up to a faster pace.



“Ohhhh shit daddy!!! Oh. My. God that feels so fucking good.” She was gasping with pleasure. “Lick that tight little virgin pussy daddy!”



I did as she told me to, burying my face harder against her. All the while thinking how is it possible my daughter is still a virgin? She’s drop dead gorgeous and no man has touched her other than me? It must just be my lucky day!



“Mmmmmmm fuck Daddy I’m cummiiinnnnnnggg!!!” Most of what she said after that was un-decipherable, just a long string of expletives, oooos and ahhs as she came all over my tongue. “Now take me daddy! Take my fucking virgin pussy and make it yours, I’ve saved it just for you!”



I stood up and lifted her up by her nice thick ass as I kneeled between her legs. I stared into her eyes for a short moment then plunged all 9 inches of me into her, breaking straight through her hymen. Her face twisted in pain as I slammed her back onto the bed, burying myself inside my daughter’s tight virgin cunt.



“FUCK FUCK FUCK! DADDY IT HURTS SO BAD!” she was screaming louder than I had ever heard her, even when she was a child throwing temper tantrums. “Fucking shit! Your ripping my little pussy apart daddy!”



“Shhh it will go away soon baby girl I promise.” I said in the most soothing tone I could manage. I held still, waiting for her to get used to not only being penetrated but my rather large size. Her pussy was clenching my shaft frantically, almost begging me to cum, sucking at my prick like her hungry mouth did at the beginning of the night. I leaned down and kissed my daughter passionately.



The moment our lips touched she seemed to relax instantly. Moaning softly she wrapped her legs around me slowly, pulling me closer to her. “Fuck me daddy, I’m ready, make me a woman!”



With that I began to move my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of what is possibly the tightest hole I’ve ever been in. Gritting my teeth hard, trying not to cum from the pure bliss my daughters vice like pussy was providing me. “Holy fuck sweetie your pussy is so tight!” Once I got myself under control and no longer on the edge of exploding, I pulled my little girl on top of me. “Now I want you to ride me baby, show me what a good little slut you are.”



“Mmmm okay daddy!” she began to softly rock her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her “Oh God daddy you’re filling me up so fucking much, I’M GONNA CUM!” She began to buck her hips roughly, almost at a frantic pace. “Oh fuck! Ahhhhh!” she was screaming again, just as loud as before. Her pussy was clenching my cock, pulling, and sucking desperately trying to make me cum. I wasn’t ready yet, I had to stretch this out and enjoy it more. After all this may be the only time I get to have this tight young twat wrapped around my thick cock.



Pulling her down to my chest I kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth while she rode me like a woman possessed. I nibbled on her lower lip and stared into her eyes. “Baby you’re so amazing; your pussy fits me so perfectly. I wonder how your other hole would fit me.”



She smirked at me and let out a tiny gasp “Daddy! You can’t possibly mean my ass!” sliding down my shaft one last time, Selene began to rotate her hips, spinning my cock inside her rubbing every last inch of her cunt with my big throbbing cock.



I winked at her and moaned at her rotations. “That’s exactly what I mean darling, I want to see that tight asshole gripping my dick while I pound you from behind.” she quickly hopped off of me and bent over the dresser nearest the bed.



“Come and get it Daddy!” I watched as my daughter spit on her fingers and began to rub her asshole, getting it wet and ready for me. I stood and slowly approached her, taking time to admire her perfectly wide hips and thick ass. “Well what are you waiting for Daddy; put your fucking cock in my tight little asshole!” She spread her cheeks wide, making a tiny gape for me.



“Spread them further for me.” She did as instructed. I spit on my cock and started to tease her asshole with the tip of my dick, slowly pushing my way into her tight little hole. She moaned at this new feeling, I pushed harder and managed to get an inch or so into her asshole. “Shit baby this has to be 10 times tighter than your cunt and I had a hard enough time not cumming in there!” I pulled out and spit directly into her asshole, creating more lubricant. I shoved a little harder this time, almost burying my cock to the hilt in her snug little ass.



“AHHHHH FUCK DADDY!” she moaned “Fuck my dirty little asshole till you fucking cum! I want you to blow your huge load in my fucking asshole Daddy! Fill till it starts to drip out, all over my huge fucking ass. Oh come on Daddy, give it to me. Fuck that ass till you cum in your dirty little whore!”



I spit on her asshole once more and then commenced my brutal attack on her tightest of holes. It gripped me tightly but with no friction, it was the ultimate sensation, what every man dreams of. My balls were swinging with each thrust, slapping her clit with every stroke. “Fuck me harder daddy, rip my asshole apart. Show me what a fucking whore I am. SHOW ME WHO’S WHORE I AM!” she was screaming, absolute filth pouring from her mouth. “FUCK DADDY I’M CUMMING! GIVE ME YOUR CUM NOW, FILL MY FUCKING DIRTY SHITTER WITH YOUR BIG LOAD! COME ON DADDY I’VE BEEN A GOOD WHORE HAVEN’T I? NOW FILL MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!”



I couldn’t hold back any longer, with that shot after shot of my thick white cum began shooting into my little girl’s asshole. She squealed in delight at yet another new feeling she was experiencing. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S IT DADDY, GIVE YOUR WHORE HER PAYMENT!” I fucked her harder screaming myself as my balls continued to churn out cum inside her. I was yelling too, nothing in particular just calling her a slut and a whore, saying just what she wanted to hear. Cum was leaking out of her now, dripping down and into her pussy, which she was rubbing and frantically fingering.



I collapsed on to the bed. She followed, quickly getting putting her mouth on my cock and sucking me clean. I ran my fingers across her cheek “I love you baby girl, I promise this hasn’t changed how I look at you at all.”



She smiled and looked up at me. “I love you too Daddy, I hope you can keep fucking me!”

Preface – PLEASE READ!:



This is the second part of what is a running story. It is all about the taboo. You will not find romance here. Any notion and talk of love is subverted to serve the taboo.



Anal sex and incest are MAJOR themes of this story.



You may want to not read this part and other parts if you take offence to any of the following in a lurid, obscene (and of course fantastical) context: incest, rough sex, submission and domination, degradation, extreme sodomy, ass worship, extreme dirty assplay, light or implied scat, and EFRO (erotic female relieving observance).



All characters involved are 18 or older.














After a short while of you taking your time appreciating her asshole, Ana whines. “I knew you wouldn’t like it Daddy!”



You laugh good naturedly. “Turn around honey, and look at just how much I love it.”



Ana spins around and gapes at the flagpole in your boxers. “Oh my god daddy! Is that your cock? It can’t be!”



“Why don’t you pull my boxers down and see for yourself.”



Ana yanks them down without hesitation and with childlike excitement. She gasps in amazement for a few seconds, her eyes wide. “Woww! It’s so big and – and fat! And meaty! I’ve never seen one so big! Or one that looks so tasty! Mmm it looks delicious daddy!”



Your cock gives a little wiggle as a little more blood rushes through to the head. “You wanna try it baby?”



“Yes please daddy! Can I try and put it in my little mouth?”



“Sure thing honey, go nuts.”



Ana squeals with delight as she places both her small hands on it, making it appear even more daunting by comparison. “I better suck on it and make it really wet if it’s going to fit in my tight pussy, and especially in my hot little bumhole.”



The little guy inside your brain does a dance. You’re starting to get into your stride.”Aw baby, you want daddy to fuck you? You know there’s no going back after that?” You can’t believe you’re finally gonna make your dream come true. You are feeling very hotheaded in your excitement.



“Well duhh, why would I want to go back to being boring! I want to feel your big boner lodged deep in my booty! You know you want to fuck your daughter’s bubble butt, you know it’s even dirtier inside.” She grins cheekily at you, her face a little flushed.



“Sounds sexy, baby. You better get to sucking then if we’re gonna try to fit it in.”



“Mmmm… I’m going to like this.” She says, as she gets on her knees in front of you, sultrily parting her full lips and moving them towards your cock.



You give a little shiver as her soft mouth touches your meat, and her jaw opens wide as your head moves into her little mouth.



Her eyes cross a little as she swallows your meat further, making her appear adorably dumb. Her warm, wet tongue starts to work your meat as her mouth sucks away at it like it was a lollipop. In between sucking noises, she makes loud noises of contentment, like she was eating a particularly tasty snack.



“You like daddy’s big cock in your mouth, baby?” You ask as her head bobs up and down.



She withdraws just long enough to coquettishly say, with a little precum and spit dripping off her lips, “Oh yes daddy! I want to suck on it all the time, it tastes so warm and salty!”



She starts to drool on your cock as she sucks it in and out of her warm mouth, with you spurting out precum onto her eager tongue. Every so often, when her mouth gets too full and sopping wet, to the point where its running down her chin, she gives a big swallow, and she makes a muffled moan as it all goes down her throat, ready to start collecting her daddy’s prejizz anew.



“That’s a good girl, make daddy’s cock all sloppy and wet, ready to penetrate your perfect teen bottom.”



“You gonna push it into my hot rectum daddy?” Her big round eyes look up at you like a puppy.



“Yes baby, your juicy rectum is gonna get stretched and filled up with some big meaty daddy-cock. Now get back to sucking and slobbering messily over your treat, silly slut.”



She starts to gag herself on your cock, the large bulbous head pushing its way down her small throat and sticky saliva running out of her mouth and coating your shaft and balls.



“Good girl. Make it messy for daddy.”



You place your hands on the back of her head and start to throat fuck her, enjoying the hard, sloppy sounds of your oversized cock pounding her throat, making her gag, yet you’re also impressed by her ability to take it all.



Your head raises back in pleasure as she deep throats you all the way, even sticking her tongue out under your cock to lick your balls. You hold her there for more than a few seconds, with her drool running out of her mouth to coat your balls, before letting her off and allowing her to take in some deep breaths.



“That was so hot daddy! I love you face fucking me!” Ana’s face was bright red, with her mascara running and big globs and strands of precum and spit dripping off her lips and chin.



“Aw, you look even sexier right now. We’re gonna have to do that often. But now, stand up, I haven’t had enough of that big hot ass of yours.”



She happily obliges you, and you reach around her to go back to squeezing her peachy asscheeks, your sticky erect cock rubbing against her midriff.



“Ah, this is a much better position for feeling you up.” You say, revelling once more in the glorious meaty globes.



“But not for eating my ass out!” She blurts out. “Joking daddy, of course.”



“Why joking honey? You not like having your ass licked?”



She looks shocked. “I’ve never had it daddy. Nobody would dream of tasting my dirty ass.”



“I would.” You say, rubbing the crack of her ass with your finger.



Her eyes light up. “Wow, that’d be so cool! I wanna know what that’s like! You sure you wouldn’t mind?”



“It’d be my utmost pleasure baby. I like ‘em dirty like yours. Seems to me all those who want an ass super clean in order to rim it are doing it more because they want to please their partner than them really enjoying, least of all craving, the act.”



You kiss her on her full lips, and she kisses back passionately before pulling away, her eyes shining and a big smile on her face.



“That’s so coool, cause my ass can get really dirty! You’d love it!” Her cheeks flush again and she looks so happy. She spins around excitedly, pushing her apple bottom out once more at you, and parting the cheeks to reveal her sordid butthole to your gaze. “Suck my ass daddy!”



You don’t waste any time. Your face goes straight between her ample cheeks, and you are in Heaven as you taste her ripe, spicy butthole, pouting away for your tongue. You gently lick and tease your daughter’s yummy bottom as you increase the pressure of the contact between her hot asshole and your tongue.



You are now french kissing her asshole, sucking on it like an infant sucks on a mother’s nipple, as you cover her asshole entirely with your lips and push your tongue inside the clutching abyss of her asshole. The inside of her ass tastes so good and nasty that your pulling on your cock increases dramatically in speed.



Your tongue probes her warm rectum, her large booty completely obscuring your face and enveloping around your cheeks, making it difficult for you to breathe clearly.



“I can feel you breathing all hard and hot back into my butthole daddy… it feels so good.”



You breathe harder for her, pushing moist and humid air up into her wetly sucking asshole.



“Mmmm. Could you like.. kiss me? If you like it this much I really wanna know what it’s like. It must be pretty hot for you to be tonguing away at my nasty fat butthole for so long.”



You move away from her ass.”Of course I can, I’m sure you’ll love it just as much as your daddy does. It’s only fair to share your hot bum taste with you, after all it is yours!”



You stand up and turn her around by her petite shoulders. She raises her head, trying to stand taller in her heels, and you hold her tight as her mouth clamps onto yours and she forces her tongue into your mouth. You nastily kiss and tongue each others mouths for a minute, with your hard cock pushing into her again and your hands groping her bottom.



“Do you like the taste of your ass, honey?” You look into her eyes.



“Yes daddy, it tastes so good! Just like I thought it would, but nastier, which makes me feel so hot and dirty doing it! I love sharing my bum taste with my daddy.”



You reach behind her and put a finger directly on her now sopping wet bumhole, gently rubbing it.



“I can’t believe that such a wantonly lascivious asshole hasn’t been penetrated…” You murmur. “By all rights you should already be a teen anal addict by now with a thoroughly promiscuous rear end.”



“Better make up for lost time then daddy.” She smiles.

Patience was never really a virtue of mine, but as I sat waiting, my legs fidgeting on the side of the bed, I thought I was going to go crazy.



A knock sounded at the door to the room, and all three of us jumped, as an older man entered, a smile on his face, and a clipboard in his hands.



“Good news, Jason. Looks like your casts are coming off early.” Doctor Brown said. His wispy long grey hair stuck out from his head, but he’s been our family doctor for years.



Lisa and mom jumped up to hug me at the great news, then mom walked the doctor out, discussing something with him.



“Isn’t that great?” I asked, but then noticed the look on Lisa’s face. For some reason she seemed sad. “What’s wrong?”



“Nothing,” she said quietly, but I could tell she was lying, “I’m glad for you. Now you can go back to your life, and you won’t need us taking care of you all the time.”



I almost had to laugh. Is that what was bothering her? That I would move back to my old life, and leave her behind?



“Lisa, look at me,” when she had done as I asked, I spoke to her in a tone that left no doubt to my sincerity. “When I first got into that accident, I couldn’t imagine a worse way to live, than to be at the mercy of everyone around me for every little thing.” I could see tears forming in her eyes, and wished the casts were off now, so that I could enfold her into my arms, but I continued on, regardless. “But then you showed me that it wasn’t all bad. That there was some good to being stuck at home and under your’s and mom’s loving care. Before the accident, I loved you as a sister. Now I love you as a woman grown. Yes, I will probably move back to my apartment, but that doesn’t mean I am going to neglect you, or even forget about you.” As I spoke, I’d watched the hope blossom in her eyes, dampened only a bit at the mention of moving back into my apartment, which Sarah had thankfully been holding for me. When I finished, Lisa’s arms were tightly around my waist, and her head on my shoulder.



“Well,” Mom said, re-entering the room, “That’s some good news, at least.” From her tone, I could tell she was sad too.



“Mom, I–” I started to say, but she cut me off.



“No, son. I heard what you said to Lisa, and I know the same goes for me.”



The rest of the visit seemed a blur as my casts were cut from my arms, and for the first time in months, I could bend my elbows, and move my shoulders. My arms were whiter and skinnier than I remembered, but I couldn’t hide my smile at the site of them. They had been hidden from me for far too long, but now they were back, and useable… If rather stiff.



Doc Brown gave me instructions on how to work my arms for the next few weeks, to return them back to normal, but the first exercise they got was hugging my wonderful sister and mother. Warmth seemed to infuse my whole body, as I held these wonderful women.



Mom let me drive home, and my palms were sweaty on the wheel, as I double and triple checked every intersection. There was no way I was getting into another accident. Mom and Lisa both got a chuckle out of my caution, until we pulled into the driveway, to find another woman waiting at the door.



She introduced herself as Carol, and asked if she could come in. Once we were all seated, she graced us with a warm smile, and I couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was. She looked to be a little younger than mom, but something about the way she moved told me that she was pregnant. I could just make out a slight bulge to her belly.



“I’m so sorry to barge in on you like this, but there are a few things that I need to discuss with you. Let me start by saying how happy I am to see your casts off, Jason.” Who was this woman that she knew about my casts? “I’m not sure if you noticed, but all of your medical expenses have been taken care of. Unfortunately your bike was completely totaled in your accident, but I am prepared to offer you a check in recompense, plus some to cover your… Shall we say, trauma?… Since everything has happened.”



“I don’t understand,” mom piped in, “Do you represent the woman that nearly killed him?”



“Let’s say that I represent a third party, which has an interest in what happened, but would like to put everything behind them. I am hoping this amount will be sufficient?” She showed us a figure scribbled on a notebook she was holding, and I thought my jaw was going to hit the floor.



“With that much, I could buy a new Harley Davidson every year for the next ten years, and still have money left over,” I blurted the understatement before I could think better of it. It was likely more money than I would see in my lifetime.



“Hmm, yes,” was Carol’s only reply to my statement. “Of course we haven’t forgotten about your caring family either.” The way she said ‘caring’ made me wonder if she knew just how loving this family was, but when she showed us another figure, what she might or might not know flew from my head. The second figure wasn’t as big as the first, but was still staggering. Mom and Lisa would be set for quite a few years, if they just lived off the interest that the second amount would get them. “I will take your silence as acceptance?”



Mom was the only one to spot the problem. “You seem to be throwing a lot of money around. What’s the catch?”



Carol smiled warmly, as she met each of our eyes. “There is no catch, but there is a stipulation.” Mom harrumphed, and I agreed. What was the difference? “You cannot seek any legal actions against the lady that hit you, nor even seek her out. This money is intended to make it as though your terrible accident never happened.”



Never happened? The thought struck me as a bad thing. If that accident had never happened, would I now have the relationship that I did with mom, Lisa, Faith, or even Sarah? Jenny and I would still be broken up, and my life would be drastically different than how it was now. No, I didn’t want it to be as if it had never happened.



I wondered briefly who the woman that hit me was, that they wanted the accident silenced so badly, but the money was too much to pass up.



“Where do we sign?” I asked.



Carol wrote out the checks, and then thanked us all for accepting the money. “I’m sure your family will be as happy as mine is,” she told us with a wink as she left, making me wonder again, just what she might know.



“I think we need to celebrate,” I said as soon as Carol pulled away. “My casts came off today, and now we’re set for life!”



We all hugged again, and as before I relished how wonderful it felt to hold these two women in my arms.



“I agree,” Lisa said, placing one hand on my crotch. “Why don’t we start right now?”



Mom turned my face to hers, binging our lips together, as she kissed me tenderly. “Sounds like a great idea,” she said when she broke the kiss for air. I could only laugh as I dropped my hands to both their behinds and gave a squeeze. My first feel of their rear ends was a delight, as I smiled to the giggles of both women.



As if on cue, they both dropped to their knees, taking my shorts down as well. Neither of them could miss the massive erection that sprang free. Mom grabbed the base of my member, as Lisa licked her lips before kissing the tip. I moaned loudly as Lisa swallowed my head between her soft lips, and mom leaned forward to lick my scrotum.



Lisa pulled away for a moment, and then brought her lips to the side of my length, while mom did the same on the opposite side, and they kissed each other, with my cock still between them. Remembering that my hands were free, I dropped them to the backs of their heads, running my hands through their auburn hair. My fingers seemed to tingle at the touch, and oddly enough, it turned me on even more. For so long I have wanted to touch them, and now I finally was.



Lisa started to kiss her way up my abdomen, surrendering completely my cock to mom. As she continued kissing her way upwards, she pulled my shirt up, till she lifted it over my head, and mashed her lips to mine. Her mouth opened as her tongue sought entrance into mine, and I opened my lips, not wanting to deny her anything.



“Are you going to take off my clothes, or do I still need to do that?” Lisa asked in a whisper, and then giggled as I hurriedly started fumbling with her pants. Even the simple act of pulling her pants down was a delight that I enjoyed. I hoped that never again would I be denied the full use of my hands and arms. Lisa’s shirt nearly flew off of her in my haste, and despite being out of practice, her bra soon followed. I had Lisa step back a half step, as I slowly brought my hands to her melons. It almost seemed unreal, as I watched her skin pebble at my gentle touch, and her nipples harden between my fingers. “How do they feel?” My beautiful sister asked with a sparkle in her eyes.



In answer, I slid my hands to her back, pulling her towards me, as I bent and brought her left breast to my waiting mouth.



Mom stood up from the wonderful blowjob she’d been giving me, and I let my hand drift down to Lisa’s shaved lips, feeling how wet she already was. I thought my fingers felt stiff and inept, but Lisa moaned letting me know she was enjoying my touch.



Two hands pulled me away from my sister’s teat, and I turned to see that mom was now completely naked as well.



“These want some attention, too,” she told me, hefting her breasts, and I brought my free hand to her one of them, squeezing gently. Mom’s tits were softer than Lisa’s, but from experience, I knew that they were also more sensitive. I slipped two fingers into Lisa, as I leaned forward, and used only my lips to stimulate and tease Mom’s already stiff nipple. Mom’s hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me tight to her breast, as she moaned, and I sucked as much of her soft flesh into my mouth as would fit.



I couldn’t tell who, but one of them grabbed my cock, and starting sliding their hand up and down my length, using mom’s saliva as lubricant. I let the hand that had been fondling mom’s tit drop down, and slipped a couple fingers into her fiery crotch. I noted that it felt just as hot to my fingers, as it did to my member, when it was buried in her. I picked up the pace of my fingers, as I sucked hard on mom’s nipple, and was soon rewarded with a handful of her cum. I am guessing that it had been mom with her hand on my cock, for as soon as the hand was removed, mom was pushing my hand out of her.



“Okay, hunny, I think I am ready for the real thing now,” she told me, as she led Lisa and me back to her room.



I quickly jumped on the bed, and even the simple act of waving the two women over to me was enjoyable. Mom straddled my hips, and Lisa helped guide me into her fiery depth, before sitting forcefully on my face.



“Make me cum on your face, Jason, so that I can fit that beast in me next,” Lisa demanded, and I went to work alternating between ‘popping’ her clit between my teeth and tongue, and shoving my tongue as deep into her as it would go.



I reached up between both women and grasped a different breast in each hand. By this point, mom had fully sunk herself onto me, and I could feel the heat of her insides surround my entire length.



“Oh, fuck! I love how deep you feel inside me, son. You feel your mother to bursting!”



“Mmm, he knows how to suck on my pussy too,” Lisa moaned. “Ung, yeah… Keep going… Right… there… Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”



My hands met as Lisa and mom leaned towards each other, and I can only assume they were kissing, while Lisa came in my mouth.



I dropped my hands from their chests, and placed my left-hand thumb against mom’s clit, feeling her tighten up on my cock as I did so, and placed the other one on her hip, speeding up her rhythm.



Mom started panting, as I kept up the pressure and pace. Lisa crawled off of my face, and I admired the look of pure animalistic lust and pleasure that painted my sexy mother’s face. Her eyes were scrunched up tight, her bottom lip suck between her teeth, and her chest was heaving with the exertion of our bodies.



“Oh, son, I’m gonna cum! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”



I happily obliged, as I pulled her down to me, and latched onto her right tit, and pounded my hips up at her. Her whole body froze as her orgasm started, and I felt our crotches get even wetter, as mom cried out her ecstasy. I continued to thrust up into, delaying the end of her orgasm, but bringing my own ever closer.



“I’m getting close,” I warned, and the next thing I knew Lisa was pulling mom off of me.



“No before I get that in me,” she stated, pinching me almost painfully at the base of my penis.



I just nodded, as she grabbed my hands and sat me up. She sat carefully in my lap, facing me, and wrapping her legs around my torso, and her arms around my neck. I easily slid into her already sopping cunt, and even though I couldn’t go as deep in this position, the intimacy of this closeness, more than made up for it. My arms pulled my younger sister tight to me, mashing her breasts against my chest, while her hips worked feverishly going back and forth, and even moving in circles against my own pelvis.



Her wonderful face, only centimeters away, was just too tempting, and she met me halfway in a passionate kiss that involved our entire bodies. I let my hands drop down to her ass and squeezed one cheek in each hand, knowing my culmination was imminent.



Liquid fire seemed to stream down from where our lips met in our fierce kiss, exploding in my chest, then again in my stomach, shooting down my penis, and finally firing off into my sister’s waiting vagina.



“Oh, Gawd, yes! I can feel your cum in me! It feels so HOT! It’s making me cum AGAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNN!” Lisa wailed as her already tight inner folds gripped my ejaculating tool like a vise.



I collapsed wearily back onto the bed, my head landing on mom’s thigh, and Lisa landing on my chest. Mom’s fingers started playing with my hair, while I tried to catch my breath. As soon as I felt my limp second brain slip out of Lisa, my wonderful little sister started to kiss her way down my chest, till she took my soaked penis in her mouth, and started to clean me up.



“Not that I’m complaining, but you know I can take care of that now, right?” I asked with a smile. Lisa just looked up at me, smiled around my cock, and sucked hard as she lifted her head. It left her mouth with a ‘pop’, and she looked at me in all seriousness, spoiled only slightly by the light in her eyes.



“You better not ever do it when I’m around! I love the taste of our combined juices.” She then immediately went back to work.



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Mom hung up the phone, and turned to look at Lisa and me. “They will be here around six,” she said with a smile.



For the next couple hours I busied myself, enjoying my renewed ability to help out in the kitchen.



“I still don’t know what to think about Jenny,” Mom told me, while I was peeling potatoes.



I laughed lightly, wondering the same thing. “I don’t know what to think either,” I told her. “If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t now be where I am, and I really have no complaints about that!” It was only a small fib, but I had been able to keep up with all of the women in my life lately, and hopefully now that I had the use of my arms again, I would be able to ‘hand’le things better as well. “It’s really more as though Jenny and Faith are dating, and I am just their willing partner when they need me.”



“Are you okay with that?” Mom asked me, and I wondered how I was supposed to answer that. Was I really okay with two gorgeous women wanting to use me for sex? Of course I was! But I didn’t want mom to think that I thought less of what we had. When I didn’t answer right away, mom continued, “I know we can’t be in any type of an open relationship, so Jenny offers you some semblance of normalcy, but I guess I just worry about her breaking your heart again.”



This time my laugh was louder. “Mom, can she honestly break what you and Lisa are holding?”



Mom’s liquid eyes turned and stared into mine for a moment, before she flung her arms around me, hugging me tight, saying, “Oh, Jason, I love you so much!” She pulled away from me then, and looked into my eyes, sadness filling them. “There is something I need to tell you.”



“What is it?” I asked, trepidation filling my voice. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”



“I got a little worried about… Well… I decided to ask the doctors…” Mom seemed to crumple in on herself, and I pulled her to me in another hug, rubbing her back, until everything spilled out of her all at once. “I asked the doctors to run a couple extra tests on you, and they found out that you’re sterile. You can’t have any kids. Something in the accident screwed that up, they said.”



Stunned, I just stood there, mom still in my arms, until she pulled away from me, to look up into my eyes. “I’m sterile?” I asked, wondering which tests the doctors had done to determine this. “No kids?” I didn’t know whether to jump up and cry out in elation or break down crying. Instead I ended up laughing, remembering how hard Geo had been trying to get pregnant, and all to no avail. “I guess I’ll just have to adopt,” I told mom, who now had a worried expression on her lovely face.



“You’re… You’re okay with this?” She asked.



“I have to be. I don’t really have a choice,” I told her, meaning it.



The doorbell rang a little while later, and I went to answer, marveling at how much easier and quicker it was to open the door now.



“Hiya handsome!” Faith called as she stepped in, holding hands with Jenny. “Hope we’re not late,” she added with a wink.



“Oh, leave him alone for a few minutes,” Sarah said right behind her. “Let the poor boy get some food in him, before you jump his bones!” Despite everything I now knew about my landlord, it still surprised me to hear this once prim and proper women speak like that. “Where’s your mom?”



“I’m here, and you’re just in time. Dinner is served.”



We all sat at the table, my two sisters flanking me, mom on the other side of Lisa, Sarah sitting close to mom, and Jenny filled that last seat, between Sarah and Faith.



Dinner was a loud affair, as everyone exclaimed about our great luck with the new windfall and about me having my casts off. It was only slightly marred by my new knowledge that I was sterile. As I thought about it though, I realized that I really was okay with it. If I ever wanted kids, I could just adopt.



Throughout dinner, I felt a number of bare feet rub against my legs, and I knew I was in for a busy night. No sooner was dinner done, when Faith stood up, turned on some music, and claimed, “I want to dance!” She grabbed my hand, pulling me up, and into her, as her hips started to sway against me. Lisa stood up, and ran over to us, sandwiching me between my two sisters. Mom and Sarah both got up, laughing, and started to dance with each other, leaving Jenny sitting there with a slightly put-out expression. Thinking back on it, we never have discussed the incestuous relationships that went on around us, and I wondered what was going through her mind. I watched her for a second, knowing that she knew Faith was my half sister, but until now, I have never done anything with Jenny and Mom or Lisa.



Feeling bad for her, and wondering what she might do, I beckoned her over. As soon as she was within reach, I pulled her to me by the front of her shirt, and kissed her.



“Hey!” Lisa and Faith protested almost simultaneously, and I laughed as I released a stunned Jenny, and then kissed my sisters in turn.



As Faith’s and my tongues wrestled, my arms around Jenny and Lisa, I wondered if life could get any sweeter. A hand digging into my waistband, groping for my lengthening penis gave me my answer. As soon as my pants puddled around my ankles, Jenny dropped down, and immediately engulfed my rod between her lips. My redheaded girlfriend’s tongue languished around the rim of my head, eliciting a moan. She bobbed up and down my length, slowly taking me deeper and deeper down her throat.

Rin knew she was a bad girl. She sobbed silently as she entered the church, hoping that no one would notice that she had cut classes. She hadn’t been inside St. Agnacius since junior high school, right before her parents got divorced. Now an 18 year old high school senior, Rin felt a need to reconnect with the church, especially after what she had just done. She looked around the church, hoping to find some inspiration, some sign that she could be forgiven for her sins. Instead, her guilt pressed even more heavily on her. She sobbed again.



She was glad the church was empty. She bowed her head and took a deep breath.



“Please God. Please forgive me. Please don’t let my mom ever find out.”



Rin toyed with her long silky black hair, trying to muster some courage. She played back the day’s events in her head, hoping to imagine a different ending. But each time, she felt flushed with guilt. But the memory also made her feel warm in other parts of her slim Asian body. She put her hand on her chest, and could feel her heart thumping loudly against her pert B-cups. She pressed her legs closely together, hoping to squelch out the sensations from earlier. She closed her eyes, remembering the things she had done for him, the way she squirmed, the way she…



Rin jumped back in startled surprise when Father Jim put his hand on her shoulder.



“Are you alright, my child? Oh, is that you, Rin?”



Father Jim hadn’t seen Rin in years, but in his eyes, she hadn’t changed much. He remembered her as a shy, but incredibly sweet little girl who would sit silently with her parents in the front pews. She still had that same beautiful angelic face, with soft almond eyes that shone with innocence. Her jet black hair was now longer, and her slim, firm body had filled out in the right places. He found his mind wandering as he stared at her milky white thighs below her short skirt, and had to shake his head to snap out the thoughts that were creeping inside his head.



“Oh Father….I’ve done something terrible.” Rin bit her lower lip as the tears started to form again.



Father Jim could not hide his surprise. He could not imagine what sweet, innocent Rin might have done that could make her feel so remorseful.



“Child. Do not be frightened. God loves you. You can confess your sins, and if you are willing to commit penance, you will be forgiven. Do you want me to hear your confession?”



Rin lowered her head. She nodded. She wasn’t sure that she could be forgiven, but she had to get the guilt out before it suffocated her. She walked over to the confessional and entered. She heard Father Jim enter his side and open the partition between them.



Rin looked around the cramped space, not having been to confession in years. The confessional was brighter than she remembered, and the open partition allowed a clear view between her and Father Jim. She chewed on her lower lip, thinking that confession would be much easier if she couldn’t see the priest.



“We can dismiss with the formalities, my child. You look very troubled. Why don’t you begin your confession.”



“Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been six years since my last confession.” Rin blurted out. Once she started talking, she found she could not stop. She felt a wave of relief washing over her, as she relayed the day’s events. Perhaps she could be forgiven after all.



She had woken up that morning late. Her alarm had not gone off in time, and when she opened her eyes, it was already 7:30 am. Oh no. Her mother would have already left for work and now Rin was late for the school bus. She jumped out of bed, and rushed toward the bathroom in her bra and panties. She burst inside without knocking.



To her shock, her stepfather Steven was standing naked in the shower but no water was running. She could not believe what she was seeing. Steven’s eyes were closed while his hands…his hands were wrapped around his cock, pumping back and forth. Her stepfather’s cock was much bigger than those of her previous two boyfriends. Steven’s cock was a somewhat longer, but it was very thick, much thicker than even the ones in the few pornographic videos she had seen. Rin edged slowly back, and stumbled against the bathroom door almost falling down.



Steven was horrified to see his stepdaughter, sprawled out on the bathroom floor. He quickly grabbed a towel and tried to cover himself up. Rin ran out and back into her own room, shutting her eyes trying to forget the images. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t forget. She felt a little uneasy when she felt a slight tickle between her legs at the thought of Steven’s manhood…how erect it was, how it was throbbing as his hand…



She heard Steven knock on the door. He was still clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist when he entered. Steven had a concerned look on his face as he sat down next to her on the bed. Rin lowered her head and let her hair cover her face so she could hide her embarrassment.



Father Jim shook his head sadly as he listened to the confession. Rin was relaying the morning’s events in vivid detail. The priest, of course, knew both Rin’s mother and Steven. In fact, they had been in marriage counseling with him for several months, despite the fact that they had not been church goers in years. Rin’s mother had married Steven right after her divorce, and the second marriage was not working out well. While they loved each other, they had serious incompatibilities. Rin’s mother was very traditional and very timid. While she was beautiful, she was also very shy and conservative. Steven, on the other hand, was outgoing and adventurous, and proud of his Irish-American heritage. A gregarious man, he enjoyed the company of others and had dated many women before marrying Rin’s mom.



Steven had always had a “thing” for Asian women, and the two had hit if off immediately. Their courtship was brief, and they soon married. He had respected her conservative nature, and the two of them had only engaged in mild petting before their wedding night. Much to Steven’s disappointment, however, he soon discovered they were sexual opposites. His drive was immense. He needed sex and he needed it constantly. He felt as if his insides would explode unless he could relieve the building pressure daily. Rin’s mom, on the other hand, was as frigid as she was beautiful. To her, sex was dirty. And with Steven, it was also painful because of his size. She eventually found it physically impossible to have sex with her new husband. Soon, the marriage was in trouble. Father Jim thus was not surprised by Rin’s words as she continued her confession.



Steven stared at his stepdaughter as he sat on her bed. Rin possessed her mother’s beauty, but her body showed the radiance and vibrance of youth. Steven didn’t know exactly what to say, how to explain what Rin had just witnessed. He had to avert his eyes while he formed his words. Rin was still just in her bras and panties, and he knew that the thoughts bouncing into his head were inappropriate.



“Rin, are you OK?” Steven’s query was met by silence. “I know what you just saw embarrassed both of us. I hope we can discuss it.”



Rin just shook her head. Her eyes were still closed, trying to shut out the images. She managed to whisper a few words.



“I’m so sorry…”



“Oh, Rin! Don’t be sorry. It’s nobody’s fault.” Steven reached over to give her a soft hug to comfort her. “I’m sorry I didn’t lock the door. I thought you had already gone to school.”



Rin buried her head in Steven’s shoulder. She was beginning to feel better. The two of them silently sat there together for a few moments.



“Can I ask something, Steven?” Rin eventually managed to speak.



“Of course, baby. What is it?”



Rin hesitated. “Why were you, umm, doing that?”



Steven hesitated. How could he explain? How could he tell her of his sexual frustrations? How could he tell her that he had not slept with Rin’s mother in over two years? Instead, he responded with a question of his own.



“Rin, how much do you know about sex?”



Rin could feel herself blushing. She was glad she was still resting her head on his shoulder so Steven couldn’t see her embarrassment.



“Well, I am 18. Ha ha.” She thought about what to say next. “I mean, they teach us stuff in school, and I’ve seen videos. But I haven’t actually experienced much, if that’s what you are asking.”



She paused, and when Steven didn’t say anything, she continued. “I’ve kissed and stuff with my boyfriends, and I’ve seen a penis before so don’t worry about that.”



Steven felt a little warm holding Rin in his arms. He gently pushed her away so she could sit upright. He looked into her eyes. Damn, she was so beautiful. He tried not to look down at her body.



“Rin, all guys masturbate. Some do it more often than others, and you just happened to catch me at a bad time.”



Rin pondered that answer. “But why do you masturbate when you are married?” She could not help glance down at Steven’s lap as she asked this. She could make out the outline of his bulge beneath the towel, and she looked away.



“Like I said. All guys do it. Even married men.”



“Really? Do all women do it, too? I mean, I don’t.” Rin couldn’t believe she had actually said that and grabbed a pillow to cover her face.



Steven now noticed her body fully. He did not want to ogle his stepdaughter, and was glad that she could not see him as he inspected her. Her tits seemed so perky and surprisingly cream colored. The bra revealed just enough for the imagination against her very firm torso. He eyed the few strands of pubic hair peeking out of her panties before he replied.



“Well, a lot of women do it, too. It’s normal, and pleasurable.” He formed his next words carefully. “Sure, it’s not as good as sex, and it certainly is not a replacement for sex. But sometimes, it’s the best you can do.”



Rin lowered the pillow a bit so just her eyes showed. “How often do you and Mom do it? Have sex, I mean.”



Steven took a deep breath. Should he tell her the truth? Should he lie? “Your mom and I don’t have sex any more.”



He looked at her. Rin looked adorable hiding herself partially behind the pillow. Steven continued. “Actually, it’s a big problem between us and that’s why you hear us fighting sometimes. You know that I love your mom, but sex is an important part of marriage. We are trying to figure things out, but we need to reach a compromise soon for us to work.”



Rin dropped the pillow. Did she hear that right? “You and Mom’s marriage is in trouble? Sex is that important to you?”



She couldn’t understand what she had just heard. To Rin, it was fun to kiss boys, and it felt nice when they touched her in those special places. But Rin couldn’t fathom how sex could be so great that it could jeopardize a marriage. She suddenly felt very sad at what she had heard. She knew how much her Mom loved Steven, and how hard the earlier divorce had been on her.



Wow. They might actually break up, and her Mom would be alone after Rin left for college.



Steven felt guilty as he saw how shaken up Rin was by the news. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything. Once again, he drew her into his arms for a hug to comfort her.



Rin allowed herself to be pulled against Steven. She rested her head against his broad shoulders. Rin knew she was petite, but she felt so small against his muscular body. But she felt better, safer. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him back.



They held each other without speaking. Steven shifted his position to get a little more comfortable on the bed, and Rin’s hands dropped a little lower so they rested against his waist at the edge of his towel. Naughty thoughts started to edge back into his head so he closed his eyes. He could feel her breasts against his body, and he felt himself becoming aroused. He tried to keep his body absolutely still, when Rin shifted. Her right hand was now resting on the towel itself, and just inches away from his cock.



A question popped into Rin’s head. She looked up at him and whispered. “Is that why you were doing that…thing…in the bathroom? Does doing that help not fight with Mom?”



Steven barely heard the question, as her hand had now slid down so it was resting on top his cock. Rin did not appear to notice, and he didn’t know how to ask her to move it without embarrassing each other more. He breathed deeply, but all that did was nudge his now firming cock against the weight of her hand. He willed his body to keep still as he replied.



“Baby, it helps a little. Just a little.”



Rin put her head back on his shoulder. She felt so safe against him. And then she noticed something stirring underneath her hand. Horrified, Rin realized her hand was on top of his…thing. She felt an urge to move it away, but couldn’t. She started feeling a tingling sensation in her body, in between her legs, and it felt nice. She hadn’t quite felt anything like that before, and she didn’t want it to go away. So she kept still. Steven was still covered by a towel, and he didn’t seem to notice where her hand was. So maybe she could just stay like this for awhile.



Father Jim coughed, and then cleared his throat. His collar suddenly felt very tight, and he took a deep breath. He concentrated and willed his body not to respond to what he was hearing.



Rin stopped her confession, wondering whether she should keep talking.



Father Jim managed to croak out, “Please continue your confession, my child. Tell me of all your sins.”



Rin hesitated. Now that she was interrupted, she felt the shame come back. “Father, I did something really bad. I am such a….such a….”



“Child, do not judge yourself. Only God can do that. But first you must confess.”



Slut.



That was the next word that would have come out of Rin’s mouth. Instead, Rin tried to obey the priest. She closed her eyes once more and forced herself to remember the morning. And to remember what happened next.

Chapter 7



Wayne climbed the stairs to Stacy’s room and knocked softly on the door.



“Who is it?” he heard her call out.



“It’s me,” he said quietly.



“Come in.”



Wayne opened door. The room was bathed in candlelight.



Wayne gasped when he saw Stacy lying on the bed.



She was on her stomach and the bottoms of her bikini were pulled down so that her ass was bare before him.



“I’m ready for my punishment,” she said, and Wayne could tell she wasn’t just teasing him.



Closing and locking the door behind him, he stepped into the room and walked to the bed, sitting down beside her prone form.



He reached out and caressed her buttocks, and Stacy sighed.



“I want you to spank me,” she said with just a hint of trepidation.



“Are you sure?” he asked, his fingers tracing the crack of her ass, which was slightly parted because of the way her legs were spread.



“Yes,” she said. She was propped up on her elbows looking back at him. He could see the lust and determination in her eyes.



She let her head drop between her arms.



“Do it!” she said, not trusting herself to look at him now.



Wayne brought his hand up and lightly slapped her left butt cheek.



“NO!” she said, her head whipping around, and he saw the fire of frustration in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to spank me!”



This time, he brought his hand down hard, and the sound of the smack filled the room. He could see the red handprint begin to form on her buttocks.



“Harder!” she demanded.



His hand rained down, and this time, she felt the sting of the slap, and she gasped.



“Again!” And he complied.



“Ah, oh, yes! That’s it. Harder! Aghh!”



Wayne’s hand rested on her warm globes as he paused to catch his breath. His hand was sore, and her butt was cherry red. Stacy was mewing as she squirmed and thrust her pelvis against the bed trying to satisfy the sexual tension that had built in her body.



“Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want you to take me like this … from behind!”



Wayne was out of his swim trunks in record time. His cock was rock hard and glistening with the clear liquid of his pre-cum.



He yanked Stacy’s bikini bottom off her body, and straddled her hips. His aching pole slapped down on her glowing buttocks, and he could feel how hot her skin was from the recent spanking.



He slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass. Spitting into his hand, he coated his shaft to make it wet, and tugged her cheeks apart so that his cock could slide up and down the valley of her backside.



She still wasn’t wet enough there to glide easily, so he slid down her body so that his face was in the perfect position. He let a string of spittle fall into her crack, right onto her rosebud. She jumped at the sensation.



Then, he did something he had never done before. He buried his face into her crack and began lapping at her backdoor, spreading saliva as he teased her sensitive little anus.



“Oh, oh, God! Ah, oh that feels so good,” Stacy admitted somewhat embarrassingly. “Keep doing that, Baby. Lick my ass,” she moaned, burying her face into the covers.



Wayne hardened his tongue and thrust it gently into Stacy’s virgin ass, and she squirmed at the amazing sensation that coursed through a part of her body that she had never imagined could be so erotic.



She felt Wayne withdraw, and she experienced a momentary feeling of disappointment, until she felt his cock glide back between her cheeks, now sliding easily through the wet passage.



The large vein on the underside of this thick prick rubbed insistently against her asshole, and every time the head of his cock passed her rear opening, she felt it “knock” against her backdoor before continuing its slide to the top of her cleft.



Stacy had friends who let their boyfriends fuck their butts. Some said it was how they kept from getting pregnant, and others maintained that they were still virgins because they had only let their guys fuck their asses and not their pussies.



Stacy wasn’t so sure about that, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to have Wayne’s big dick back there, at least not yet.



He continued to slide between her cheeks, and she moved her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, which brought his cockhead closer and closer to her vagina.



Finally, his penis slipped into her wet hole, and she moaned in gratitude as he slid it all the way in with one slow, steady thrust.



“God, you’re wet!” he exclaimed.



“Uh huh,” was all she could manage with her face buried in the covers and her arms stretched out in front of her.



Wayne knew he wasn’t going to last long. Spanking Stacy’s sweet ass had excited him more than he imagined, and he’d almost cum just from sliding between her butt cheeks.



He kept his thrusts slow to make it last as long as possible, but Stacy was getting impatient. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, moving faster and forcing him to pick up the pace.



“That’s it!” she encouraged.



“You like it like this? You like me fucking you from behind?” Wayne asked, already knowing the answer.



“Yes!” Stacy gasped. She started to feel a familiar tingling, a feeling that up until now, she had only experience by her own hand or Wayne’s tongue and fingers.



“Come on, Baby! Do it! Slide it into me. You spanked my tight ass, now fuck my tight pussy!”



She put her hands on the bed like she was going to do pushups and used them to thrust herself back against him. The sweat from their exertions was making their bodies glisten in the candlelight. It felt incredibly sexy to be sliding against each other.



Wayne was ramming harder now, and Stacy was on the brink, pushing back against him and panting. She felt the muscles of her vagina contract, and she went rigid as her orgasm racked her body.



Wayne felt the convulsion grip his cock, massaging it from the inside, and he let loose with a torrent of sperm deep inside her belly. He continued to ram into her, punctuating each contraction of his own orgasm by burying the head of his cock as far up inside her as she could take it.



He collapsed on her sweaty back, his chest sliding against her tanned skin. His penis was still way up inside her, and even though he had just cum, he was still partially erect.



He moved her hair out of the way so that he could blow cool air across the nape of her neck, and that sent a shiver down her body that he felt all the way to his balls.



When they finally caught their breath, he lifted himself from her and allowed his cock to slide slowly from her slit, dripping her juices and his as he exited her ravaged hole. He could see his cum leak out of her opening and stain the sheets of her bed. Her gash was as red as her buttocks.



Stacy didn’t move as he sat beside her on the bed and stroked her hair, pushing it behind her ears and off her face. He leaned down, and she felt his tongue graze her ear. His warm breath sent another shiver running through her.



“I love you, Stacy,” Wayne said simply, without any preamble, and with absolute sincerity in his voice.



“I love you too, Wayne. I have for a long time, you know.”



“I know,” he said. “I’ve always known. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say it.”



“That’s OK,” she said. “I wanted to hear it only when you were ready to say it.”



She rolled over partially onto her back, and laced her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips. The kiss was delicate and beautiful, reflecting the love they had just professed to each other.



Wayne pulled back and looked into her blue-green eyes. He didn’t want the moment to end, but he knew they had better get back to the party. No doubt their friends had already surmised what they had been up to.



“You go first,” she said. “I’m going to clean myself up; otherwise, my bathing suit will be wet, and it won’t be from the pool. I already started leaking once tonight from the load you deposited earlier,” she said with a mischievous grin.



For some weird reason, the thought of his cum leaking out of his girlfriend strangely excited him, and his cock gave a little twitch and stood a little straighter.



“Jeez,” she exclaimed. “You horn dog! Get out of here. My pussy has had just about all it can take today. If you need any more relief, you’re on your own.”



Wayne grinned sheepishly, and said, “OK. I’ll see you downstairs. He gave her one more kiss, slipped his trunks back on started toward the door.



“Have you had a good birthday, so far?” she asked before he turned the knob.



“Are you kidding?” he said. “It’s been unbelievable!”



“Good,” she said. “I do have one more surprise for you, but you won’t get that until later.”



His eyes lit up. “What is it? I can’t wait.”



“You’ll just have too. Now get back outside so I can get cleaned up.”



He closed the door behind him, headed downstairs, grabbing another beer before padding back outside. He hadn’t made it two steps out of the door when his eyes made contact with Stacy’s mom. He saw a slight enigmatic smile on her lips.



“There you are,” she said, “I wondered where you had run off. What have you been up to?”



Was it his imagination or had she stressed the word “up” in that last sentence?



“Have you seen Stacy? She’s neglecting her guests.”



To Wayne’s slightly guilty conscience, it sounded very much like Stacy’s mom knew exactly what he had been UP to and why Stacy was neglecting her guests.



“I, uh, was going to the bathroom, and I grabbed another beer,” he said lamely.



“Is your birthday turning out to be everything you hoped it would be?” she asked casually.



“Sure, it’s been great,” he answered, trying to sound nonchalant. “I really appreciate you throwing this party for me.”



“No problem,” she replied. “We’re glad to do it. You only turn 18 once, you know. Stacy and I want to make it special. Now go on and have fun with your friends.”



Wayne started to turn when she called out to him again.



“Oh, and Wayne, I have a little something for your birthday, but I’ll give it to you later.”



“Wow! That’s great. You didn’t need to get me anything. This party is more than enough.”



“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” she said. “I hope you’ll like it. I think you will.”



“I’m sure I will. Thanks again.”



She watched as he took two long strides and launched himself into the air coming down in a cannonball that doused his friends in a tidal wave of water.



Chapter 8



The party broke up at about 1 a.m., but most of the teens failed the sobriety test, so they had to find a place to camp out in the large house, not that that was really a problem. As the guest of honor, Wayne had his own room.



He was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be sleeping with Stacy, but that probably would have been going too far.



He didn’t really know how many beers he had had to drink, but it was quite a bit, and he was tired. After all, he’d fucked Stacy twice and then horsed around with his friends until late.



Stacy was out of gas too. They moved to the stairs, stepping over friends who conked out on the floor. Pausing at the door to his room, she wrapped her arms around his waste, and she kissed him. She could taste the beer on his breath, and for some reason, it turned her on.



“Come on, Baby,” he said. “Sleep with me tonight. I want to wake up next to you.”



“Wayne, you know we can’t do that, but maybe after everyone is asleep, I can sneak into your room. I don’t know what time it will be, so just go to sleep. If you’re lucky, I’ll wake you up with a blowjob,” she teased.



Wayne didn’t put up too much of a fight because frankly, he was too tired, so he kissed her again and Stacy moved toward her room.



Wayne stumbled into the guest room, stripping his clothes off as went, leaving a trail from the door of the bedroom to the door of the bathroom. He was completely naked by the time he entered the bathroom.



Standing in front of the toilet, he lifted the seat and, grasping his cock in his hand, aimed a heavy stream into the bowl, emptying his bladder of at least some of the beer he had downed tonight. The piss seemed to go on forever, and every time he thought he was almost done, he would start up again. He started to think that this might be a record, and he laughed to himself at the thought that maybe the Guinness Book of World Records might be interested in a new category.



Finally, he finished and flushed, washed his hands and was pleased to find a cellophane-wrapped toothbrush and toothpaste in a drawer by the sink.



“Wow! They even have new toothbrushes for the guests. That’s unbelievable,” he thought. He wasn’t sure why he thought that was such a big deal, but right now, it was.



He brushed his teeth and went back into the bedroom. He had brought some clean clothes to wear, but he was too tired to even put on his underwear, and besides, he didn’t want anything to stand in the way of a potential blowjob from Stacy later in the night, so he just collapsed in bed naked, crawling under the covers. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.



Stacy’s mom stopped by her daughter’s room and knocked softly on the door.



“Honey, it’s me. Can I come in?” she said.



“Sure, Mom, I’m just getting ready for bed.”



Stacy was combing out her hair in front of her vanity, and her mom came up behind her and took the comb from her hands and began performing the task for her daughter.



“Do you think the party went well?” she asked as she combed out the tangles in the long blond hair.



“I think everyone had a blast!” Stacy replied. “It was epic.”



“And was it what you thought it would be?” her mom asked.



Something in her tone made Stacy know that her mom was no longer asking about the party, but rather about losing her virginity.



“Yes, and more,” she said. “I know I don’t have much to compare it too, but he’s an amazing lover, mom, and he loves me. He really does, and not just because of the sex.”



She saw her mom smile in the mirror as she continued to comb her hair.



“Are you sure about this, honey? she asked, their eyes locked together in the mirror. “Is this what you truly want?”



“I do, mom. Trust me, it’s going to be great. I’m not going to get hurt.”



Stacy’s mom leaned down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “You are the most loving, caring, giving child any parent could ever want. I love you very much. You know that don’t you?”



“Yes, mom, I know,” Stacy said, rolling her eyes just a little. Her mom could get a little sentimental when she’d had a lot to drink, and Stacy was pretty sure she’d downed a bottle wine all by herself.



She kissed her daughter again and told her goodnight. She closed the door softly behind her, leaving Stacy staring at her reflection in the mirror. Stacy searched her feelings and took stock of her emotions. Yes. She had made the right decision. She was sure of it, but deep inside, she knew that things might look different in the light of a new day.



***



Wayne was sound asleep, and he never heard the door to his room open with a whisper. The silky clad figured paused only briefly in the doorway before entering the room and closing it behind her.



She stood at the end of the bed and looked down on the sleeping boy — no, man — she corrected herself.



It was a warm evening, and he had thrown most of the covers off, baring his chest and left leg, which was wrapped around the sheet that covered his right leg and groin. The pale blue moonlight streaming in through the window afforded her a well-lit view of his chiseled body. He was fine, there was no doubt about it. He almost looked Photoshopped, she thought.



He had one arm across his stomach and the other cocked above his head, his fingers loosely curled around the wrought-iron headboard like he was posing for a spread in a woman’s erotic magazine.



She took a deep breath, trying to decide if she should go forward or simply retreat to her room. She wrestled internally with the question until finally, lust won out over logic.



She slipped the short, shear robe off her shoulders, and if fluttered silently to the ground. Underneath, she wore a silky white camisole with spaghetti straps and tap pants. Lace formed the “vee” between her ample breasts, and her heavy breathing was making them rise and fall. Her hard nipples were clearly visible.



As she gazed upon the young man before her, she grabbed her left breast with her right hand and squeezed it, allowing her fingers to pinch the hard nub extending at the tip. Her left hand moved up the inside of her thigh, up through the wide opening of the tap pants to the molten area between her legs.



As she slid her finger through her moist lips, the boy stirred on the bed, and the sheet covering his groin shifted slightly, and she thought she could see his balls in the dark juncture of his legs. She removed the finger from her wet slit and brought to her mouth, sucking her own juices from her finger, which made her even wetter.



It wouldn’t take much, she thought. A simple tug, and the sheet would be gone. He was obviously naked under the sheet. One tug … just one little tug, and she would see it all.



She knew she would do it, but now she began to enjoy the building anticipation. How long could she resist? Would he wake up and see her standing there watching him, touching herself while she watched him?



Grasping her neglected right breast, she lifted it out of the top of her camisole to her extended tongue, using it to tease her nipple and areola. Her wet nipple glistened in the moonlight.



She decided that she had made herself wait long enough. Moving silently to the bed, she gently lifted the sheet and peered under it.



“Oh my!” she thought. “Very nice.”



Laying the sheet beside him, she climbed on the bed. Fortunately, it was on of those Tempurpedic beds — the ones where in the commercial the woman is jumping up and down on the bed, but the wine glass doesn’t tip over.



She gazed down on his soft cock, and studied it. Even soft, it was five inches long. She leaned in closer and breathed warm air across the underside. She inhaled and took in his musky scent and a hint of something else — the scent of a woman.



She tried not to think about where that scent came from as she moved her mouth closer and allowed her tongue to flick across his frenulum, that little band of tissue on the underside of his cock, just below the head.



Wayne didn’t stir at the attention. He was seemingly dead to the world, so she continued her oral exploration of his manhood.



Her licking was delicate and slow. She wanted to enjoy his body before he inevitably woke up. She planted kisses along the length of his shaft down to his meaty balls. She noted with delight that he kept that area shaved. She kissed his balls and allowed her tongue to nudge them gently within his sack. She would have liked to have taken them fully into her mouth, but his position just didn’t grant her access.



She worked her way back up to the tip of his shaft, and lifting it softly in her fingers, she took the head in her mouth. She realized with astonishment that this was the first time she’d ever had a soft cock in her mouth. All the other ones had been hard.



She swirled her tongue around the head, not worried so much now about being surreptitious. Even though Wayne was still asleep, his body was reacting to the stimulus she was administering. She could feel him swelling in her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand and moved the other to his abdomen. She allowed her fingers to glide over his six-pack abs and up to his nipple, which she lightly caressed.



He stirred slightly and unconsciously; he thrust with his hips, pushing his penis deeper into her mouth. She almost gagged, mostly because she wasn’t prepared for it. She allowed him to slip out of her mouth, and let her tongue dance along the thick vein just below the head. She knew from experience that this was the most sensitive area of his cock. She’d once made her husband blow his load simply by flicking her tongue back and forth across that vein until he exploded. The best part was that her jaw wasn’t even sore the next day like it usually was when she blew him.

EIGHTEEN AND EAGER

By AsylumSeeker




Description: A young woman has sex with multiple partners, including her father



Jacob was sitting in his recliner watching cable TV when he heard his daughter Tara getting home from school. She participated in after-school gymnastics. He glanced over as she bounced into the living room looking sexy, vibrant, and full of energy. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw her adorable body wearing only a tiny pair of red shorts and a white sports bra.



“You’ve been getting home a little later than normal,” he recently realized this latest trend. “Is the gymnastics class longer than usual for some reason?”



“No,” she answered as she approached his chair.



Jacob couldn’t help but to admire her firm, slender, shapely form. That was when he noticed the wide grin spreading across her cute face. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was in a ponytail, which was something he always loved to see.



“The mail’s here, I got it on the way in,” she announced. “And guess what came today?”



He smiled. “Let me guess… mail?”



She sat down on his lap on his left side with her amazingly limber legs stretching across the recliner, dangling over the right side.



“My report card, silly,” she announced with an unmistakable hint of excitement in her sweet voice. “Remember the conversation we had last time report cards came out?”



“I haven’t forgotten my promise to ease up on the restrictions… if you picked up your grades,” he reaffirmed with a nod. “Go ahead and open it up. Show me what you are apparently so eager to do.”



Tara opened up the envelope and pulled it out with her soft, slender fingers. As she did he couldn’t help but to gaze down at the awe-inspiring sight of those perky swells tucked inside the white sports bra. He could see the impressive bumps and a slight hint of pink where her nipples were located.



“Look here Daddy,” she said to draw his eyes away from her boobs and to the grades. “Those two D’s are now B’s.”



“But unless my eyes are deceiving me I still see that C in math,” he was quick to point out.



Her face turned into a cute pout. “I’m no good at that. I hate numbers. But look at Social Studies and History, those are up two whole grade levels.”



He kissed her forehead, lips lingering a little longer than was necessary so that he could enjoy the strawberry scent of her perfume that he’d gotten her for her eighteenth birthday not long ago.



“That’s great sweetheart, I’m really proud of you. Now we can start talking about the restrictions, okay? I’m assuming you already have a plan. Am I right?”



She blushed and scrunched up her shoulders in a guilty expression. When he saw those cute dimples Jacob knew he couldn’t deny her what she’d earned.



“Ben wants to take me camping this weekend,” she explained. “We’ll leave from school and he’ll have me back on Sunday evening. Can I go? Please tell me I can, Daddy, I swear you won’t regret it.”



“You’re planning on having sex,” he quickly decided.



“Of course Daddy, I’m eighteen now,” she admitted. “I’m not your little girl anymore.”



He reached his arms around her shoulders, pulling her tightly into his body. It wasn’t entirely coincidental that he felt her firm, perky boobs crushing against his chest, the hard nipples throbbing through their clothing against his skin. His daughter smelled and felt so incredible.



Jacob whispered, “You’ll always be my little girl,” as he held her for longer than would have been deemed appropriate for a father and daughter to do.



“Back to the grades,” he said, changing subjects as he let her go. “How’d you manage that?”



“Private lessons with Mr. Diller,” she admitted. “We meet after gymnastics and he tutors me.”



“That name sounds familiar,” Jacob said. “Isn’t he also your gymnastics coach?”



“Yes,” she told him. “You’re always saying to work smarter, not harder.”



He was confused. “Work smarter?”



“You’re always telling me to go with your strengths,” she reaffirmed with a nod of her cute head. “For me that’s gymnastics.”



Jacob rubbed his temples. “I’m really confused now. What does gymnastics have to do with Social Studies and History?”



Tara looked at her daddy like he was too simple-minded to see the obvious. “Because that’s the subjects the coach teaches when he’s not coaching.”



He was still missing the point somehow. “Okay, so tell me more about these tutoring sessions.”



“After everyone else is gone for the day he takes me into the exercise room,” she said as she tried to clear everything up for him. “From four forty-five until five-fifteen he stretches me out to keep me limber, and it’s really helping.”



Still struggling to comprehend he asked, “So how is this improving your grades in those two subjects?”



“Because when we’re doing the stretching exercises he touches me,” she finally confessed. “I pretend not to notice, and I also pretend not to see the big bulge in his shorts. Besides, it makes me feel even better when he does that. It’s fun and I like it. And I’m eighteen now so I can let anyone do anything to me as long as I want them to.”



Jacob’s mouth opened wide in shocked horror as he started to get up.



“No Daddy, it’s okay. Once he knew that I knew he said if I kept this quiet he’d give me bonuses on the homework assignments and tests. That’s what you meant by working smarter, and by using my strengths, right?”



“No, that is definitely not what I meant by that,” he told her in a terse tone as his mind continued to reel, uncertain what to do about what had been going on between his daughter and her coach.



She smiled seductively in an effort to calm him down. “Come on Daddy, it’s not any different than what you do when I’m pretending to be asleep on your lap. And I pretend not to notice the big bulge in your pants too.”



Jacob had been trying to get up but her last admission had him so floored that he fell back down into his chair. She was so ravishing that he couldn’t help himself, but he had no idea she actually knew what he was doing and had been acting the whole time. It wasn’t possible, was it?



“It’s okay Daddy, I like it when you touch me too,” Tara reassured him as a worried expression overcame her lovely face. “Really Daddy, I mean it. I really, really like it when you do that, I mean it. But sometimes I wish you’d touch me like that when I’m awake too. Like when you hug me real tight like you do.”



“You look so adorable, I can’t control myself sometimes,” he heard himself saying in an effort to explain his actions to his young daughter as his face grew hot from the shame and humiliation he was feeling.



“That’s what I’m saying Daddy, you don’t have to worry about controlling anything when we’re together,” she continued in a soothing voice. “I know it’s been tough since Mommy left us, I miss her too. But she’s never coming back so we have to do whatever it takes to deal with it.”



That was when Jacob realized he was caressing his daughter’s shapely legs which were mostly exposed. He looked down when he felt her moving and watched as she lifted her left leg behind her head, exposing her crotch.



“Go ahead, I know you want to,” she invited in an angelic voice that quickly had his cock growing hard.



This isn’t really happening, it can’t be, rumbled through his confused mind as his right hand moved to her right, inner upper thigh and watched as his fingers traced in towards her crotch. He’d only ever dreamed of doing this, of touching her there, always afraid that she might wake up and find out what he was doing. And the whole time she wanted him to.



His fingers dipped under the shorts and G-string she was wearing. Instead of feeling the curls of pubic hair there was none.



Sensing his surprise Tara giggled cutely. “The coach likes it when I keep shaved down there. I hope you do too.”



Pushing deeper inside he felt the rise of her mound, then next felt the top of her velvet-smooth pussy lips under the pad of his longest middle finger.



“I was hoping you would touch me there sometime,” she said. “It feels so good when the coach does, but it feels even better when you do, Daddy. Please make my pussy feel good.”



His cock was still shifting inside his pants, getting harder and longer. Her honey-sweet voice sounded so incredibly erotic that her voice alone could have gotten him hard. But combined with the feel of her sexy body was nearly too much for him.



His eyes closed as he pushed his hand further underneath her shorts and g-string, the middle finger gently shifting between the labia and into her slit. It was amazingly warm and moist. He thoroughly explored the velvet-soft walls, then rubbed over her enlarged clit. When he did a gasp escaped her lips and he felt her body shuddering.



By this time his cock was fully erect, painfully so, as it pushed against the fabric prison containing it. That was when he heard and felt her fingers grasping the zipper tab, tugging it down. Her soft, slender fingers tugged the top of his undershorts down and his erection popped out of the opening. One hand wrapped around the shaft and started tenderly stroking it.



“Do you touch the coach like this?” he asked as he shamelessly explored his own young daughter’s moistening cunt.



“I do now. He likes it when I do, and I’m guessing that you do too,” she decided with a cute, innocent-sounding giggle. “All the guys I touch like this gets them really big.”



“And what happens when they get really big?” he continued questioning, anxious to hear more about the men she spent time with that Jacob had no idea about until now.



“Then we do things, sexual things, things that make my body feel really great,” she answered back. “Stop asking questions Daddy, just enjoy this, okay? Just enjoy being with me.”



He released a heavy sigh as he gave in to the building arousal. “Okay, I will. I do.”



His middle finger was joined by another as he fully explored her amazing pussy. He intermittently caressed her clit, then dipped down to her opening and one finger worked inside about an inch, collecting Tara’s growing wetness before spreading it to the rest of her tight cunt.



Jacob kept repeating this until the entire slit was nice and juicy. Then his fingers concentrated on her sensitized clit. Her body stiffened as her sweet voice gently moaned, really enjoying the shameful things his fingers were doing to her. The longer he rubbed on her clit, the hotter and more enthusiastic her gyrations became.



“Take off my top, but don’t stop touching me down there, it feels so awesome,” she urgently whispered.



Jacob used his remaining free hand and awkwardly complied with her request, tugging the tight sports bra off and over her head and shoulders. He’d touched her there before, played with the boobs and the nipples, but he’d never laid eyes on her chest. And at that moment it looked spectacular.



They were palm-sized, naturally firm, and formed their own cleavage without any assistance. The light pink nipples were big and hard, and at that moment visibly throbbed in eager anticipation of being savored by a man. In this case, by him. He couldn’t blame any man for desiring her, not when even her own father did.



He leaned down and buried his face in her bosom, tongue wildly licking the scented skin. Then his parted lips moved in and captured the closest nipple, licking and sucking on the hardened tip. He devoured her like a man possessed while maintaining the direct stimulation of her clit.



“Don’t stop Daddy, keep doing what you’re doing,” Tara told him as her breathing turned ragged and her movements became frantic. “Getting close, don’t stop.”



He was mildly surprised at how aroused she was getting so quickly. It was no wonder that she craved sex, even if it meant only touching. Her hand let go of his cock and was placed on top of his, pressing it down as her hips and pelvis began grinding her clit against his fingers.



“Oh Daddy, almost there… so close…”



A moment later Tara’s back arched and her body went rigid. Then her soft cries turned much louder as spasms gripped her nubile form. Tara shuddered and wildly bucked against his lap as an orgasm ripped through her sexy shape. It lasted for about ten or fifteen seconds before it finally diminished; she sharply sighed and relaxed.



“Let me show you something the coach taught me,” she excitedly announced as she got up off his lap.



Without the slightest hint of hesitation, completely comfortable with her gorgeous body, she kicked off her white athletic shoes and short white socks, then pushed the shorts and g-string off. Within a few seconds Jacob found himself gawking at his daughter like some pervert, mouth agape, tongue practically wagging. Tara was a goddess in human form.



“That’s what the coach taught you?” he asked, still shocked by all of the revelations of that afternoon.



She giggled. “No, he taught me this. I hope I do it right. I think this is how I got my grades up.”



With that she dropped to her knees in front of him. The footrest was already down; if it hadn’t of been she would’ve lowered it in one simple movement. The next thing he felt were both of her hands wrapping around the bottom half of his big, thick organ as her mouth energetically licked and sucked on the bulbous, reddish-purple tip.



“Whoa,” was all that Jacob could manage in his current state of shock.



What Tara might have lacked in experience she more than made up for with enthusiasm. His cock was as hard as granite; he guiltily looked down at the top of his daughter’s head as it urgently licked and sucked on his cock, fingers squeezing and stroking the bottom part at the same time. His hands cradled the back of her head as his hips starting gently fucking her mouth at the same time.



“Oh yeah, that feels amazing,” he groaned in approval.



Tara’s mouth was non-stop as she literally devoured his organ with all that she had, which was more than her daddy could take for very long. The lack of sex in his life meant that he had a very short duration. A few moments later he started fucking her mouth faster and harder, driving more of his cock between her lips.



The tingling in his balls was insane; the sensitivity of his cock was beyond anything he recalled experiencing. Just as his thick seed was rising her mouth pulled off. The ropes of cum that followed were squirted all over her face, her hair, with the last of it spraying over her tits and nipples.



He looked down at her sweetly smiling face, not at all caring about the coating of cum she’d just been subjected to. It even appeared to turn her on.



“Did I do okay?” she asked.



Jacob, breathing heavily, leaned back in his chair, blown away by what his daughter had just done to him, for him, whatever. His eyes closed and opened again, as if expecting to awake from the most incredibly sexy dream of his life.



Realizing he was awake, that this hadn’t been a crazy dream, he assured her, “Yes, you did great.”



“I’ll make us dinner, then maybe after we can do it again,” she excitedly suggested. “But this time I want to do something different, something I know you’ll really love.”



Feeling her eyes on him in anticipation of his confirmation he nodded and told her, “Sure, that sounds great.”



* * * * *




After dinner Tara, who was back in her shorts — minus the g-string — and her sports bra, picked up the pots and dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Jacob was still ringing with shock, uncertain what the hell had happened that afternoon, and what would be happening shortly. Or so he thought, or hoped, or…



“I love you Daddy,” her sweet voice startled him from his thoughts.



She was naked again as he welcomed her onto his chair with her legs straddling his lap facing him. Her head looked down as she began undressing him, slower this time, with no sense of urgency. He leaned back, relaxed, and let her, helping when his assistance was needed. It was the most erotic undressing he recalled experiencing. His young daughter, now a young woman, was really opening his eyes in many unanticipated ways.



“Has your coach made love to your body?” Jacob asked, desperately needing to know.



Her face reddened with embarrassment and she didn’t immediately answer. He waited for her to either answer or to dodge the question entirely.



“Of course,” she finally admitted. “His isn’t as big as you but it still feels nice when we do it. I’m eighteen and-”



“I know, you can do anything you want with anyone you want if you want them to,” he finished for her. “Is Ben about to get as lucky as I think he is?”



She blushed again and showed her dimples. He grinned, adoring that sight, never tiring of it.



“If someone will let me go,” she cooed. “And as you already know, I know how to thank my daddy for letting me. So can I?”



“Okay,” he agreed. “Make Ben a happy guy. Make him feel as happy as I feel right now if you want to.”



“What I want to do right now is to make love with my daddy.” She looked down at his crotch before returning her eyes to his. “I mean once you’re big again.”



You make me big,” Jacob said as he leaned in and kissed the tip of her cute nose.



Tara requested, “Kiss my lips, Daddy. But not like a daddy, more like I’m mom.”



Jacob hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t desire her mouth, those luscious dark-pink lips, but he knew it would be crossing a line. He wasn’t sure why, not after all they’d done already. Then he gave in, leaned in, closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her nude form tightly against his. Their parted lips met, tongues nervously extending, deepening the passion of the embrace.



He loved the feel of her silky-soft skin against his, those boobs crushed between, her hard nipples dragging back and forth along his chest. He devoured her sweet mouth for all he was worth, tongues anxiously entwining. Those fine nipples flared even harder as her arousal intensified. His limp cock, now re-energized, began eagerly shifting. Life was slowly returning.



Once he was stiff again Tara started rubbing his cock along the front of her moistening pussy, massaging her clit along the underside of his pulsating organ. The stimulation felt wonderful and so she kept at it, keeping her up-down-up motions intentionally slow, drawing as much pleasure from the intimate, forbidden contact as was possible.



They kissed fast and hard, hungry tongues savoring the moment. Both were breathing hard, barely able to keep enough oxygen in their burning lungs.



Tara was the first to break it off and she surfaced, gasping for air. At about the same time his hands gathered her boobs together and began gently squeezing on them, thumbs prodding the rigid nipples. Her right hand reached down pressed the top of his cock hard against her slit.



He could tell by her raspy breathing and weak cries that his daughter was making the climb to an orgasm, and he was fine helping her achieve her ecstasy. What started out as slow soon grew faster. Her body was rocking up and down as the underside of his cock ravaged her clit, driving her wild with passion.



She felt the knot of tingling heat in her loins building. Her hips and pelvis shifted back and forth, up and down, as her hand pinned his cock to her tiny bundle of nerves. And then it happened.



“Oh god,” her weak voice cried out as the familiar sensations returned to her needy form.



She clenched hard just before the bucking motions commenced. Her cunt flooded with hot juice as she shuddered with sheer delight, the orgasm tearing through her center. For several moments she was swept up in it, in the intensity, magnified even more by the special person whom she was sharing it with. And then, like a kite in the sky with no wind, she fell back to earth and her entire being relaxed.



“You cum so easy,” he couldn’t help but notice.



She surmised, “Maybe that’s why I love sex so much. It’s an addiction for me. I’m addicted to you, Daddy. You make me feel so wonderful. I hope you don’t mind.”

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The 7-on-7 football all-stars take on two of their biggest fans…



Just a quick little glimpse of a naughty ride home after winning the tournament.



Tx Quickies (TxQ) are short little one shot tales. Quick reads which I have no intent to continue.



All characters are 18 or over.




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The tournament had been a huge success. Our team of DFW 7-on-7 football all-stars had won the final game, getting plenty of press, and even a $10K cash bonus.



Although not officially sanctioned by the high-schools, 7-on-7s, sometimes call Passing Leagues, were the latest craze. A modified version of flag football, each team had five receivers, a center and a quarterback, to go against seven defenders. Forty minutes of play, forty yards to go for a touchdown, four seconds to pass the ball. Fast, furious, all action, highlighting the skill players. It was the rage.



Our select team made up of the best players from nine different DFW schools was a powerhouse. Not much of a surprise, since our schools were dominant in the first place, but it allowed us to pick the best of the best.



We’d won three games easily on Saturday, and two more games on Sunday morning to get into the final. It was nothing like real football. No crowds, no hype, minimal announcers, just go out and play hard for forty minutes, then get ready to do it again ten minutes later.



We had a few fans. Some parents, siblings, friends and girlfriends had made the painful four hour drive to cheer us on. In the huge stadium, their screams and shouts were barely audible background noise. Still, it was nice to know they were there.



Not everyone had expected us to make the finals, not in our first tournament. We lost a couple of carloads of fans who hadn’t planned on staying all day Sunday. Making the finals added a minimum of 3 hours to the trip. We were expecting to get back home after midnight.



I’d had been a pretty good day, if I do say so myself. We won every game by at least a touchdown, blowing out our opponent in the final 48-23. As the quarterback of the team, I was getting more than my share of attention from the scouts and our fans. It was great.



Only fair to mention I had some of the best receiving talent in the state catching my passes, and an outstanding defensive corp shutting down our opponents. We had at least one interception in every game.



It was a little odd. Guys I played against in the regular season and playoffs, suddenly on my side. Terrel Paris, stupidly quick off the line with 4.3 speed. Darrel Alexander, 6’3″ with arms so long his hands damn near reached his knees. Andy Hendrick, 6’4″, 250 lb tight-end built like a mack truck. Bobby Harris, unassuming at 5’11″, 180 lbs, whose father had played in the NFL and who never, ever dropped a pass he could somehow get a finger on. Of course, there was my go-to guy, Juwan Douglas, with the whole package, height, speed, great hands, and perfect routes. My regular season number one target. Ours was the only high-school with two players on the team, Juwan, our one receiver, and yours truly, nationally ranked QB, and waiting for the right college offer to come in. This tournament was supposed to help.



Officially, we had 12 players on the team. Two quarterbacks, but I was the only one on this trip. One lineman/long snapper. Nine receivers, mostly wide receivers, with one running back, two tight ends, and one defensive specialist. Only ten had made the trip, packing our “12″ man passenger van solid, including the coaches on the way to the game.



Afterward, we hit the local Denny’s for a late dinner, and straightened out travel arrangements. We lost two of the players who’d driven down with us when they decided to return with their families, taking side trips instead of heading straight back. Coach Anderson also took leave of the group, staying for a coaches meeting the next day.



All good news. The van may have had three rear benches, with seatbelts for four, three and three, but we weren’t little 5’5″ 120 lb waifs. Seven in the back fit much better than ten. I, for one, was excited by the win, but exhausted from seven hours of play in two days. A nice nap on the way back would do the trick.



What I wasn’t figuring on was Mrs. Harris and her daughter Kelsey begging a ride, since the car they’d come down in had headed back early.



When coach made the announcement, he got a loud groan from most of us. Not only were we back to being uncomfortably full, but it was going to put the damper on our conversation for sure.



I wasn’t complaining. Mrs. Harris was a stone-cold fox. A gorgeous trophy wife. I felt a little sorry for her daughter, who must have gotten her looks from the old man, plain and pudgy, it was hard to believe she carried the same DNA as Bobby’s stunning Mom.



Loading up the van there was a lot of complaining in the parking lot. I ignored it, and climbed in to the rearmost furthest seat. The back row was a foot wider than the other benches, and I wanted the seat where I could lean against the side for a nap. Eric, our assistant coach thought that the women should sit on one bench together. Bobby was encouraging his mother to take the passenger captain’s chair up front. I watched Juwan move into the row ahead of me, on the end like I was. The second of the best three seats taken.



Mrs. Harris was arguing vociferously. “No. I won’t. It’s not fair. We’re the ones intruding. I saw her pretty head pop in, and she climbed into the back row next to me, scooting close. “Hell of a game, Alex,” she said smiling, making my stomach do flip-flops.



“Thanks Mrs. Harris. Bobby didn’t do so bad either. Two TDs in the final.”



She grinned. “You made him look good. Don’t think for a second I don’t appreciate it.”



The van was finally loading up after all the arguing. Darrel, huge, and black as night took the seat on the other side of Mrs. Harris. Kelsey climbed in and Mrs. Harris insisted she sit in the middle seat next to Juwan. Andy, all 6’4″ 250 lbs of him, squeezed in next to Kelsey. I felt a little sorry for her, wedged in tight between our two biggest players. Terrel, the smallest guy on the team, and Brandon, our long-snapper had the front bench. Bobby had taken the seat he’d offered his mother, with Coach Eric handling the driving once more.



We weren’t on the road five minutes, before Mrs. Harris asked me to hold her tote bag. I kept it in my lap while she leaned over it, eventually pulling a large bottle of Gentleman Jack out of the bag. She passed me the bottle, while she closed up her bag, wedging it back under the bench.



She looked over at me expectantly. “Well? Open it already.”



“I think Coach will have a cow,” I told her, opening the bottle anyway.



She rolled her eyes at me. “Have a little faith, Alex. It’s a big day. There’s not a young man in this vehicle who didn’t improve his chances of a Division I full ride today. It’s time for a little celebration.”



I opened the bottle, and held it out to her. She gave me a look like she was a little irritated with me, and waited, looking at the bottle. Tilting the bottle up, I took a sip. It burned on the way down, and I had to stifle a cough. She grinned and took the bottle away from me.



“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”



I shook my head, and watched her take a long swig. She passed the bottle to Darrel who was gracious. “Thank you ma’am,” he said and took a sip himself. He started to pass the bottle forward, then hesitated, looking back at Mrs. Harris. “Of course. That’s what it’s for. We wouldn’t want to seem greedy now would we?”



We talked a little about the game while the bottle made it’s way down the van. All the way to Bobby in the front seat. He had his share, then offered it shyly to our coach, Eric. They talked for a second, and I couldn’t hear it where I was, but he took a sip and passed it backward without looking.



It was passed all the way back to me, where I took a longer drink. The bottle was a good third finished already. I passed it to Mrs. Harris, who grinned. “Now you’re getting with the program. Time to let your hair down a little.” She took her sip then turned in the seat a little, leaning up against me.



Darrel had the bottle and it was moving along again.



Mrs. Harris reached down into the foot-well, and pulled out her tote bag. She searched in it for a bit, then came up with a thermos. She took a sip, and without even looking at me, passed it over her shoulder. I accepted it, and took a sip. More of the same.



I reached over her, my arm on her shoulder. “Damn, Mrs. Harris. You came loaded for bear.”



She giggled, wiggling back against me. “Jean, Alex. Call me Jean.” She took another sip, and I knew she was determined to get good and drunk at the rate she was going.



She passed the bottle to Darrel, and he took a small sip.



“That one’s just for us, big guy,” she said softly, taking it back. She lifted her leg and rested it on Darrel’s lap. Then she held up the thermos to me. I had another small sip, reaching over her again to pass it back. When she took it, I left my arm over her, and draped it across her upper body. I let it fall diagonally across her, between her breasts.



She grabbed it and held onto it.



I pulled her closer, almost into my lap, moving my lips to her ears. “What’s going on, Jean?”



She sighed, turning her head. “I’m attractive, aren’t I Alex?”



“Gorgeous,” I confessed.



“Then why would my husband stay back home with his secretary, screwing her brains out, when he could have me? I’m good to him. I never deny him anything.”



“He’d have to be an idiot,” I told her.



She snuggled into me. “It’s not the first time. Not by a long shot. He used to be discrete. Now he doesn’t even care. She’s been at our house since 10 minutes after we left.”



“How do you know that?”



“I’m having him watched. For two months now, he’s banging that 22 year old bimbo every chance he gets. In his office for Christ’s sake!” She seemed on the verge of tears. She took another long drink from the thermos, and passed it back to me.



I took a drink, looking around the van. I could hear lots of giggles coming from in front of me. I reached across her and passed the thermos to Darrel. I saw he had her shoes off and was rubbing her feet.



Jean sighed. “Look at that. My damn daughter gets more action than me. I haven’t been laid in 2 months.” She turned to look at me, her eyes smoldering. “Nine fucking weeks, Alex. His bimbo gets it almost every day. I’m chasing Kelsey’s boys out of our house at all hours of the night. I end up alone. It’s not right.”



I pulled her back into my lap, gazing into her face. “That’s the damn truth,” I told her. I pressed my lips to hers and her mouth opened eagerly, tongue spearing into my mouth.



“God, you’re beautiful, Jean,” I told her.



She smiled. “I’m not going to be lonely tonight, am I Alex? You’re going to take care of me?”



“I’d love to, but here?” I asked.



“Yes, here. Please.”



I figured she knew what she was asking for. I kissed her again, then reached down and pulled her shirt off. She raised her arms to give me easy access. Her bra had a front snap, and within seconds she was naked from the waist up. I played with her tits, sucking on them, then noticed her hands down around her waist, opening her pants.



I kissed her again, and she hung onto my neck. I felt her shifting and glancing over I saw she was lifting her hips, and Darrel was pulling her pants down. She had a tiny red thong on. That and nothing more.



She struggled into my lap straddling me. She looked in my eyes, and I could see a little nervous apprehension. “Take care of me, Alex. Don’t let me get hurt tonight, Ok?”



I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her close. “I will. Anytime you want anything to stop, just call out my name,” I told her.



She giggled. “That’s a terrible idea. I have a feeling I’m going to be crying out your name a lot tonight.” She kissed me softly. “I want you first, Alex.”



She climbed off of me, and leaned over my waist, working on my sweats. I lifted my hips and she succeeded in getting them off me. She smiled when she saw my erection. “Perfect. I thought I’d have to get you ready, but you’re more than ready, aren’t you?”



“God, I want you right now,” I told her.



She smiled again, straddling my hips, pulling her thong to the side and sliding me inside her. “Is that what you wanted? Such a gentleman. Giving in to a lady’s needs so kindly.”



She started rising up and down on my cock, arms on each side of my head. I grabbed her hips helping her. She gave me a sweet little moan, and I pulled her down, holding her, my cock buried inside her. “Gentleman. You need to stop for any reason, call out Gentleman. Understand?”



She nodded slowly. “Thank you. I…I’ve never done anything like this. I’m nervous.”



I hugged her. “Me either. I’m nervous too, but excited as hell.” I looked over her shoulder, and saw her daughter was taking turns kissing the guys bracketing her. I was getting the better deal.



“Kelsey’s up to no good,” I mentioned.



Jean laughed. “She’s a little slut. I tried to raise her right. I guess she takes too much after her father.”



“Looks and morals. It’s a shame.”



She was moving slowly, grinding against me, rolling her hips. “God you feel good, Alex. A lot bigger than my husband.”



“I’m glad you like it.”



She sighed, leaning against the back of the seat in front of us, letting me play with her breasts. She had her eyes closed and was smiling.



She sat upright, and I pulled her close. “I need to fuck you, Jean.”



“You’re not?”



“No. This is play. I need to fuck you hard.”



“How?” she asked.



“On your knees, on the bench.”



“Whatever you want me to do tonight, Alex, just tell me. I’ll be anything you want. Do anything you want.”



“On your knees, Jean. Now.”



She shivered, then climbed off my cock. I looked over and saw that Darrel had his pants off. When Jean got on her knees, he pulled her head toward his lap. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Suck him.”



She turned away, and I heard him moan as her face lowered into his lap.



I got on my knees behind her, pulling the thong roughly to the side. I lined up my cock and sank into her all the way. Damn, she felt good. I grabbed her hips and started the fucking I needed.



She pushed back against me, taking me all the way, while Darrel held her head. From my vantage point, I could see over the bench in front of us. Kelsey was down to her panties, laughing, playing with the guys she was sitting with. I was surprised. She didn’t look half-bad naked. Nice full tits, a little thick around the waist, and wide hips.



I turned my attention back to Jean, enjoying her. I couldn’t believe what was going on in that van. I was a little nervous. Now that it had started, I imagine everyone, except maybe Bobby would want to get in on the action. Seven men, maybe eight. Just Jean and Kelsey. I hope she knew what she was getting into.



It was all too exciting. I only rode her for about 5 minutes or so, and I could tell I was going to finish soon. I looked down and saw her head was resting on Darrel’s knee, and she was moaning. Darrel’s cock was loose, and shrinking. She’d gotten him off first. I grabbed her hips and pounded her as hard as I could, and I felt her trembling. I didn’t think I could last long enough to get her off, but I wasn’t really worrying about it. She’d get more than enough cock for that, I was pretty sure.



I groaned, slamming home, and erupted deep inside of her. She pushed her hips back against me, welcoming me, while I pumped myself dry.



She pulled herself off my cock, spinning around, and sucking my cock. “Another one, Alex. I want another. Now.”



She suddenly stopped, scooting toward me, and grabbing her tote bag. She came up with a huge box of condoms. She handed it to me. “Nobody goes inside me uncovered.”



I wanted to tell her it was too late for that. She grinned. “With one notable exception. Take care of me, Alex. You promised.”



I took the box from her. A 24 pack. She knew what she was getting into. “What about Kelsey?”



“She can take care of herself. She always has.”



She went back to sucking me, and I could see why she was nervous. Darrel was stroking his cock back to life, lining up behind her. I opened the box, and took out a rubber. I tossed it to Darrel.



“No way man,” he said.



“It’s that or nothing,” I told him.



He glared at me, then opened the condom. “Shit,” was all he said.



Jean was still sucking me, when a few seconds later Darrel started on her.



“Way to go, Mom!” I heard Kelsey say. I looked up and she was leaning over the back of the bench, with Juwan pumping into her. She was rocking with the movement.



Jean pulled off of me, grinning. “You’re not shocked?” she asked her daughter.



“Surprised. Miss goody-two-shoes. About time you got some. Dad’s an asshole, cheating on you.”



Jean reached back, slowing Darrel down, leaning on one hand. “You knew?”



“Shit, Mom. Everyone knows.” Kelsey seemed to take the cock pounding away at her in stride, even when the guys switched places. She was obviously not new to this.



“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jean asked.



Kelsey shrugged. “Didn’t want to rock the boat. I figure you had to know, it’s not like he even hides it anymore. He’s such a dick.”



Jean closed her eyes, moaning, while Darrel picked up the pace, pounding her hard. She grabbed my hips, hanging on to me. Terrel had gotten up out of his seat, and was kneeling next to the bench, watching Darrel, stroking his cock.



I grabbed another condom and tossed it to Terrel. He took it, smiling, and slipped it on.



Darrel was doing a good job with his second time, and I felt Jean’s first orgasm. I slid down into the seat, holding her. “Good?” I asked her.



“Oh, Alex,” she moaned. “God yes.”



She had her hand on my cock, clutching it, not making much effort beyond that. She whimpered when Darrel went for the finish, grunting, hammering at her. He gave a loud groan, and I heard her whisper, “Yes!”



He pulled out of her, and Terrel wasn’t 10 seconds taking his place.



Jean grunted as he started in.



“Who?” she asked.



“Terrel.”



“Protected?” she asked.



“Of course, Jean. I’m going to take care of you tonight.”



She nodded, pushing back against her newest partner. “I..I’m gonna – take care – of you,” she grunted to me, looking up at me and smiling.



Brandon followed Terrel, and didn’t want to put the condom on. “Don’t. None for you, more for us,” I told him.



“Fuck you, Alex. Who put you in charge?”



Kelsey stopped getting spit-roasted for a second and tore into him. “Mom did, that’s who, asshole!” she snapped. “No more pussy for you if you can’t follow the rules. From me either.”



He finally relented, putting on the rubber. Why he was pitching such a fit, I had no idea. You’d think he’d be happy enough to get a turn with Jean. When Terrel finished, he climbed in place, and went right at her, fucking her hard. He slapped her ass loudly. “Like that, bitch?” he laughed.



I was getting tired of his shit. I sat up and leaned over Jean, pushing him in the chest. “Fucking treat her right, or I swear I’m going to kick your ass,” I snapped.



“Right! You and what army?”



I’d had enough of his shit, and pulled Jean off of him, and started climbing past her. He swung at me, haphazardly, but before I could get to him, Darrel had pulled him off the bench and onto the floor.



“Fuck!” he yelled, and then I was standing over him, my shoe pressed between his legs, against his balls.



“Give me one reason,” I told him.



He looked up nervously, with both Darrel and I standing over him. We were hunched over in that narrow space between the two forward benches and the side of the van.



“I was just fucking around,” he whined. “You know she wants it.”

Preface



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This is part six of a continuing story about me (Robin), my wife Mary, and our daughter Gina. It is based largely on many real life experiences I have had the pleasure of experiencing, stitched together with snippets of fiction and fantasy.



If you don’t like stories with themes of cuckoldry, femdom, incest, humiliation and S&M, please stop now. Otherwise, please let me know how you like it. There is more to come, and I’d appreciate your feedback



I know, it’s been a long long time since the last chapter; all I can say is sorry!



To remind everyone what has happened so far:



Chapter 1: Mary (my wife) decides that our daughter Gina is old enough, and mature enough, to know about our lifestyle, my submissiveness and my craving for sexual humiliation. She orders me to strip in front of Gina and show her what I wear under my normal clothes: panties. Gina is shocked, but not grossed out. Mary orders me to masturbate in front of both her and Gina, but will not allow me to cum; she wants Gina to understand the power of dominating and denying a male, especially me; Mary wants Gina to know that she is welcome to dominate and abuse me as well.



Chapter 2: Gina learns more about me as the three of us talk, and Mary mentions some of the things she does to humiliate me. Gina shows her imagination by suggesting to Mary that if I am going to wear panties like a sissy girl, I should shave like one. Mary loves the idea and takes it one step further, she persaudes Gina to do it to me, to shave my cock and balls. As Gina does it to me, I’m unable to prevent myself from getting hard. Mary uses this as an opportunity to introduce Gina to the pleasure of inflicting pain on me.



Chapter 3: Mary and Gina take me shopping. Gina makes me try and buy nail polish, right in the store, and then takes me to the lingerie department where we buy panties, bra, garter belt with Gina making sure that the salesgirl knows they are for me. After shopping we go to lunch and talk about how wonderful the morning was; exciting for them and deliciously embarrassing for me. Our waitress, Tammy, overhears us talking and Gina invites her to sit with us. Before the lunch is over, Mary and Gina have invited Tammy to join us at our home that evening. Mary tells Gina about “cuckolding” and how I serve not only her, but her lovers.



Chapter 4: On the way home after shopping, Gina teases me by stroking my exposed cock as I drive. Once we are home, Mary and Gina have me serve them wine while I put on a fashion show and model the lingerie they made me buy. Afterwards, Gina wants to see me stroke my cock. As I’m doing it, she is clearly turned on and Mary persuades her to undo her blouse and take of her panties, exposing herself to me to torment me even more. Despite my best efforts, I’m unable to control myself and cum, explosively, squirting over the both of them. Mary orders me to lick it all up, which drives Gina even more crazy, realizing that I really am a cock-sucking sissy; this makes Gina orgasm as I’m licking my own cum off her legs. Mary tells me that I must be punished for cumming without permission, and that Gina must do it to me.



Chapter 5: Just as Gina is about to punish me, the door bell rings. I am ordered to go and answer it, still wearing bra, panties, stockings. Fortunately, it’s Tammy (our waitress from lunch). She laughs at me as she comes in, and then joins Gina and Mary in the living room. Gina, now with a supportive audience, gets down to punishing me. She’s been browsing the web and has come up with a very painful experience for me, and very arousing for her – she’s definitely decided that she is a confirmed sadist and mistress.



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“Now, Daddy, I think you should take us out to dinner and some dancing. I want to celebrate tonight, if that’s ok with you, Mom? I want to celebrate becoming a dominatrix and I want to flirt and dance in front of my sissy daddy!”



“It’s a wonderful idea, darling, of course we can!” Mary was still fingering herself, still had Tammy’s hand over hers, letting her feel her. “Tammy, will you come with us, please? I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight!” She leaned forward and kissed Tammy. Gina and I watched as Tammy’s lips parted and Mary’s toungue pushed into it. It was so sensual.



Gina’s eye’s moved from them to me. She smiled, with love. As I watched, she let her legs fall open and dropped her hand into her lap. Still smiling, eyes glinting, she slowly pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. My own daughter was slowly fucking herself while I watched, was openly doing it in front of me.



“I love you, Daddy, I really do. Tonight, I’m going to watch you suck a cock. I want to see you do it!”



After I served the girls one more glass of wine and waited on them as they relaxed, we all got up, changed, and prepared to go out to a club which Tammy had recommended.



Gina wore a thin, spaghetti-strapped yellow top, no bra, and a black skirt which was tight around her ass, but which then flared out before ending a few inches above her knees. Tammy had not brought a change of clothes with her, but with help from Mary and Gina’s wardrobe was soon dressed in a small black cocktail dress, while Mary was in a mini-skirt and pink cashmere sweater. Her bare nipples were erect under the thin, soft wool.



While Gina and I watched, Tammy caressed Mary’s breasts and nipples lightly with her finger tips, making them protrude even more. “They’re beautiful, Mary,” Tammy whispered, “just so beautiful!”



“And now it’s your turn, Daddy-slut,” Gina announced, “What do you think, Tammy, what shall we make him wear? What can we get away with where we’re going?”



“Well, gee, I’ve never like done this before, so I’m not sure. Let’s not be too obvious, you know, we don’t want to be kicked out or anything. You can always make him, like, show someone what he has on underneath, like you did at the restaurant. That was a kick!”



“Yeah, it was!” Gina giggled. “Ok, Daddy. I want you to wear stockings, panties, and the thinnest, silkiest slacks and shirt you own. No Socks!”



“Yes, Mistress Gina, I think I have some you will approve of.”



“God, though, I wish we had a cami, or something, we could make you wear under your shirt. Something which wouldn’t be obvious, but that could easily be seen if we wanted it to be!”



“Well,” Mary had been listening, and joined the conversation. “I might be able to help with that; I do have a couple of old cami’s which might work.”



She walked over to the dresser in our bedroom and started rummaging around in her lingerie drawers. After a few seconds she pulled out a white nylon cami which had lace trim around the bodice. “I haven’t worn this for years,” she said, “and I never thought of making our sissy wear it, but it might work. The cups might be a little large, of course,” she smiled, “but under a shirt it shouldn’t be too bad. Let’s try it on and see how it looks.”



I took it from Mary and held it up. Apart from the cups, it looked impossibly small, even for my fairly slim build. “Err, I, err, I don’t think this will fit, Mistress.”



“Shut up and put it on, cock-sucker, how will we know until we see it!” Mary glared at me, and both Tammy and Gina smiled at her power.



I slipped it over my head and slowly pulled it down over my shoulders. It was tight, but it didn’t split or tear as I got it down over my chest and stomach. It was high on my chest, the cups were kind of baggy, of course, but I was more worried about the lace trim. How would I be able to keep it hidden?



“Oh, yeah, fuck, that’s great, Mom. It’s tight, but I don’t care. Let’s make him wear it, please! What do you think, Tammy?”



Tammy looked me up and down; Dark thigh-high stockings, pink lacy boy-shorts, stretched in front from my balls and semi-hard cock, white, lace-trimmed cami. She giggled and looked at both Gina and Mary. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this,” she said, “but what a fucking sissy slut he is, look at him. I can’t believe I’m part of this, seeing this, but I am so glad you invited me, trusted me. It’s just freakin awesome! Thank-you, both of you!”



Mary and Gina both laughed at Tammy’s words. “You’re welcome, my dear,” Mary smiled, “and, seeing as we deliberately invited you to join us, and seeing as you are a female, feel free to say whatever you want. He thrives on being humiliated, and the more the merrier as far as I’m concerned, right, Gina?”



Gina smiled back, “Oh yeah, for sure. We let you – actually we wanted you – to see him. We wanted to embarrass our slut in front of you, so of course you can join in and degrade him with us!”



I put my shirt and slacks on, covering up all the lingerie the three of them had insisted I wear. Looking in the mirror, it was obvious that anything more than a casual glance would be enough to notice the outlines of the cami under my shirt. It was going to be a difficult evening!



We walked out to the car and I opened the doors for my three mistresses. Mary and Tammy got into the back and held hands. Gina, as before, sat in the front next to me. As I pulled out onto the street, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Mary and Tammy in a soft but definitely passionate kiss.



Gina leaned over, slightly, and put her hand in my lap, gently squeezing my balls.



“Daddy, I want to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer me honestly, ok, not like a slave, but honestly?”



“Ok,” I glanced at her, “I can do that, darling.”



“Good. I want to talk about hurting you. It made me so fucking hot to do you with the nettles, to know I was doing that to you, my father, and that you wanted it. But, I’m worried, was it too much? Tell me honestly?”



I looked in the mirror again. Tammy and Mary were snuggling together, but listening quietly.



“No, darling, it wasn’t too much. I told you before, once my switch has been flipped, pretty much nothing is too much. You, umm, saw that I was hard after you did it. It was not just the pain, which I have to say was pretty intense, but also the fact that you, my daughter, was the one doing it, and that your Mom and Tammy were watching. So, no, it was not too much. Thank you for doing it.”



Gina squeezed my balls a little harder. It wasn’t painful, but it was definitely a squeeze, not a caress.



“Good. I was hoping you felt the same way. I’m beginning to understand what Mom said at the beginning, about it being important that love is included. I love you Daddy, and the fact that you’re my Dad, and that we love each other, that’s what makes this so incredibly hot. Don’t get me wrong, Daddy, even though I’ve only hurt you twice, I already know that I have some, you know, sadism in me. It really gets me off to do it. But the fact that it’s you, that just flips MY switch!” she giggled at the use of the phrase I’d used to describe my own feelings.



“I want to do more of it Daddy. I know you will let me because you’re now my slave as well as Mom’s. But, will you enjoy it Daddy, if I do it more, hurt you more, degrade you more, try some things?”



Again, I took my eyes off the road for a second and looked at my daughter. She was looking directly into my eyes, and I could see she was serious. Her eyes were wide, pupils slightly dilated, lips slightly parted.



“Gina. I’d love that. It’s really important to me, to your Mom, that what we do excites us. And I think you are discovering that same excitement, that same pleasure that we get from doing things which a lot of others would consider disgusting or extreme, you know? I know you’ve been scanning the web, reading about this stuff. I would love to be the person you experiment with. Let’s do this. Seeing as I know you are a little scared of going too far, we’ll use a safe word, which you have probably read about. It means that I can scream or shout or swear or say ‘no more’ or whatever, but you can ignore that completely unless you hear me say ‘Red Light’. If you hear me say that, it means stop, it’s too much. Unless I say that, you can do anything you want. Ok?”



“Perfect, Daddy.” This time, she squeezed my balls harder, making me wince. I knew she needed some reassurance, so I lifted my ass slightly off my seat, inviting her to do it more. She did, and then released me and turned to look back at Tammy and Mary. “Mom, is it ok with you? I, you know, I don’t want to do something to make you mad!”



Mary, who had been listening, smiled at Gina. “Baby, I love you. I’ve said it before, but I really mean it. I am so proud, and so happy that you are enjoying this, and I’m even more proud that you have the maturity to understand the importance of love in what we are doing. And, because you understand that, I want you to know this clearly; you can do or try anything you want. You don’t need to ask me, you don’t need my permission, or anything. We love your Dad, and I know you respect him as your father, but inside this part of our relationship, he is our slut, he is here for our pleasure, and it really doesn’t matter what our pleasure is. Watching you today was incredible, you saw how hot it made me, and I can’t wait to watch you do more. But I want you to understand; even if I am not around, you can do anything, and make him do anything you want. I just want you both to promise to tell me about the things you do later, so that I can enjoy them too. Ok?”



“Fuck yes, Mom, I’ll tell you. Thank you!”



I glanced back towards Mary and Tammy. Mary was leaning back, skirt hiked up and legs spread wide, while Tammy was stroking her through her panties.



Gina, seeing me look, also turned back around to face them. “Oh my god, Mom, I didn’t know you liked girls that much!”



“Well, my love, you’ll be learning more and more about me in the future, but yes, I like girls. And, when it’s someone as sexy as Tammy or you, then I really like girls!” Gina turned back to face the front, flushed in the face. I wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed at Mary’s reference to her, and the implications, or if she was just turned on.



“So, darling, tell us some of the things you’ve read about or thought of, that you want to try? I can’t wait to hear what you’d like to play around with” Mary asked.



“Well, I know I’m enjoying him in panties and stuff, and I know I’ve enjoyed humiliating him about it with other people. I love that I can just, like, tell him to do something and he will, that’s incredibly hot,” she replied, “especially when it’s something really different, like licking my feet or my ass – I loved that, and I’m gonna do a lot more of that.”



She paused and reached for my lap again, stroking and squeezing.



“When I read some stuff about sadism, it sounded really cool, and I thought I’d enjoy it. But when I used the nettles on him earlier, it really got me off. I really wanna try some more things. I dunno if you’ll enjoy them as much as me, Daddy,” she giggled, “but I am going to do more with pain. Like now, squeezing your balls, hurting them, but when you’re not driving I want to do it a lot harder. I also read about men, and women, who get into kicking them, and things, they called it ballbusting. I’m hot just thinking about it. I hope you can take it, Daddy.”



I looked at her and tried to smile. The truth was, I did want those things, but at the same time, was scared of them. “I don’t know if I can, Mistress Gina, but I promise you that I want you to try. I want to see you enjoying doing it, so I hope I will be able to take it from you.”



She smiled back; one of those kind of cruel, superior smiles that only a teenage girl can have.



“But I also want to do more, like, degrading stuff Daddy. I really get off on being able to force you to do things. Like tonight. I dunno if we can find someone, I hope we can, but I really want to make you suck a cock and swallow cum while I watch you. I just can’t believe I can tell you to do something like that, and that you will obey me, it’s so hot. And, you know what, the reason I made you, you know, play with your ass today, is because I read about, umm, strap-on things. I, umm, I want to do your ass, Daddy. I want to make you a real slut.”



Mary laughed in the back seat. “Baby, you can do that anytime you want. I have one of those strap-on dildo’s at home, I use it on him myself, sometimes, and I’d love to watch you doing it!”



Tammy, who had been very quiet, just sitting and caressing and occasionally kissing Mary, suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh my God! Do you really? You fuck his ass? Oh Jeez!”



Gina also turned around in surprise. “Really, Mom? You have one? Can I use it? Please?”



“Of course you can, darling, any time you want!”



“Did you hear that, panty-daddy? I’m going to do you in the ass. You are going to be a real slut, my slut!”



“Yes, Miss Gina. Thank-you. To be honest, I’d never dared to dream about you doing any of this kind of stuff, and I was terrified when your Mom told me she was going to tell you all about it. I really was. But, know that you know, and now that I know you like it, I can’t believe how lucky I am!”



By now, we were getting close to the bar Tammy wanted us to go to, so she started giving directions. A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot and I held the doors while the girls got out of the car.



As we entered the club, we were met by very low lighting, lots of tables and cubicles, music, and a small dance floor. There must have been about fifty or more people in there. A lot of couples, but also what appeared to be several singles, mostly men, and some women. We found a cubicle and sat down. Mary immediately sat next to Tammy, leaving me and Gina next to each other, with me on the inside.



A waitress appeared pretty quickly, and we ordered wine for the girls and a bourbon for me, I was pretty sure I was going to need it. The waitress was friendly, but after looking at me as she took our order, looked slightly puzzled. Fortunately, that and the dim lighting distracted her from Gina and she never thought to ask about age or ID.



As we were waiting for the drinks to come, Tammy looked at me and giggled. “You really are weird, Robin. I like it, you know, but I can’t believe some of the things I’ve seen and heard today. I know they are true, because I’ve been part of it, you know, but like if I read it I wouldn’t believe it.” She was smiling happily, and I could tell from Mary’s movements that she was caressing Tammy under the table. They looked at each other and gave each other a kiss.



“I’m glad we met you, Tammy, and even more glad that Gina decided to let you in on our secrets. I hope you’ll visit us, and spend time with us, a lot. If you want to, of course?”



“Oh, I do, Mary, and I will!”



The drinks came, and we all sat and took a few (large) sips, each in our own way thinking of things to come. The music changed and a slightly slower song started.



“Daddy, come and dance with me.”



“I’d like that, Miss Gina.”



I got up from the table, and held her hand as we walked out onto the floor. It was only then that I realized the lighting here was brighter, and that there was a UV light somewhere. I was panicked that it would make my lingerie obvious. I took my daughter in my arms, and tried to guide her to a slightly darker corner.



At first she went along with me, her head on my shoulder, facing into my neck and ear. I felt her breath and then her lips as she kissed my neck.



“I love you, Daddy. You are a slut, you’re my cock sucking slut, I want to do things, bad things, to you, but I love you.”



I turned my face and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.



“I know you do, Baby, and that’s why I want you to do them, and why I want you to enjoy them.”



She ran her hands up my back, and then down over my ass. “I can feel what you’re wearing, slave, and I like it, and I’m going to make sure at least one new person finds out tonight.”



Before I could react, she spun away from me, just holding on with one hand. Her skirt rose up, and you could almost see the bottom of her ass before it settled back down. I looked around, there were two other couples on the floor, and then I saw Tammy and Mary a little further away, dancing in each others arms. I knew that Mary liked other women on occasion, but I had never seen her so quickly seduced, and so blatant about what they were doing. She had her arms over Tammy’s shoulders, and Tammy was using both hands to stroke her ass.

Gina danced back into my arms, and noticed me looking at Mary and Tammy. “It’s hot, isn’t it Daddy, to see her like that. Did she really mean what I think she meant? That she wants to do stuff with me?”



“I think so, Miss Gina, but like anything else, she will only do things if she is sure you want it also. You know how important that is to her.”



“Yes, I know, Daddy. Maybe I’ll let her. Does it make you hot, to think of us together?”



“Of course it does,” I whispered, “the two women I love and care for most, how could I not want to see you both together!”



“There’s something else I wanted to ask you, Daddy-slut. But it’s kinda embarrassing for me, and I’m not like you, I don’t want to be embarrassed, so I waited”



“Well, we’re alone now, Mistress, you can ask me, and I promise you I won’t embarrass you.”



“Ok, well, I wanted to ask you, you, umm, you like to be forced to be dirty, don’t you slut, I mean, made to do dirty things? Tell me?”



“Umm, what do you mean?”



“Come on Daddy, I think you know. You’ve licked my feet like three or four times now, and today they were really gross. And then licking my asshole, this afternoon, you slut, you didn’t just lick it, I felt you, I felt you pushing your tongue into it, as deep as you could get it. And, you were hard from it, even though I’d just hurt you with the nettles, doing that made you hard, didn’t it, slut?”



I leaned back and looked into her eyes, there seemed to be a little excitement there, at least no judgment or criticism. “Ok, yes, Mistress Gina, you’re right, I do like those kinds of things. Why?”



“Well, because I read about some things, Daddy, and they were interesting. Plus, all the things I’m learning about from you and Mom, the pain, the panties, the humiliation of you; I love them, but what I really love is that I can tell you to do something really degrading and dirty, and you’ll do it, and you’ll be hard because I made you do it. That really makes me hot. And, well, the stuff I read about, I think I want to try, but I don’t think I could do it with others around because it would embarrass me as well.”



“Ok, well, I don’t know for sure what you were thinking of Mistress, but if there’s something you really want to try, but just can’t bring yourself to do with others around, then I’ll let you try them if we’re alone. But, there’s something you must understand. I don’t want to do that very often. Your Mom and I are very much into trusting each other. She already told you that you can do anything you want, with or without her there, but she’d like to know about them. Not because she wants to give you permission, or to judge you, but because it turns her on to know you are abusing me. It’s just like you touching yourself, Baby, a few days ago you were shocked when Mom even mentioned it, but today you were perfectly willing to let me see you naked, to lick your ass, and to touch yourself in front of me. So, even though you might find something embarrassing now, I hope you will find a way to get over it, so that we can all enjoy it together, Ok?”



Gina thought for a few seconds, smiled at me, and then kissed me on the lips. “You’re right, Daddy. I’d like to try some things with you alone, first, and maybe I won’t enjoy them. But if I do, I promise I’ll try and at least talk to Mom about them, ok?”



“Good, Baby, but, umm, you haven’t told me what you were thinking of?”



Just then the song ended. She smiled up at me, kissed me again, and said “You’ll find out, Slut. If I decide to try them, it will be very degrading for you, though. You’ll have to be patient. You’re a slave, my slave; I’ll tell you when I’m ready!” She grabbed my hand and walked me off the stage back to the booth, where Tammy and Mary were already sitting, giggling and sipping their wine.



“Well, darling, how was your first dance with a slut, our slut?” Mary smiled.



“It was great, thanks, Mom, he behaved himself just like a slave should, and I decided that seeing as we only just got here, I would not embarrass him yet!”



The waitress came, and we ordered another round of drinks.



As she left, a single guy from the bar came over to our booth. “Hi, I hope you don’t mind me interrupting, but I see three lovely ladies here and only one man. I was hoping one of you might like to dance with me? My name is Bob.”



Mary looked up at him and grinned. “Sure, Bob, I’ll dance with you once. This is Tammy, Gina, and my husband Robin.”



Bob looked a little surprised that Mary was both willing to dance with him, and that she was here with her husband. “Oh, I’m sorry.” he started to say.



“Oh, it’s fine,” Mary interrupted, “just because he is here, doesn’t mean I can’t dance with anyone else. Isn’t that right, Robin?” She looked at me, grinning.



“Err, Yes, that’s right, darling, you can dance with anyone you want, whenever you want.”



Bob looked me strangely, but before he could say anything, Mary was up and leading him onto the floor.



Gina watched them for a few seconds, and then looked at me.



“So, this is how it works, Daddy? Mom just starts dancing and flirting with guys, while you sit here, and then if she wants to, they go home and do it, and you serve them?”



“Yeah,” Tammy chimed in, “Tell us how this works, I wanna know, I can’t imagine being married and my husband being ok with me doing stuff with others.”



“Well,” I said, “I guess that’s because what I like is not what most guys like. I want Mary to be happy, to have a great sex life, and I’m not jealous of the physical stuff. I’d be jealous if she fell in love with another guy, but we are both convinced that will never happen, we’re very secure as far as that’s concerned. So, as long as that part is safe, this works great for both of us. She gets to have sex with anyone she chooses, without having to worry about my feelings or anything. And, for me, I get the pleasure which you both know about, even if you don’t fully understand it yet. I get the pleasure of being submissive, of serving her, and of being sexually humiliated while she does it.”



“And, what about the sucking and the, umm, you know, the cleaning them afterwards, Robin. Do you like doing that, do you like the taste of cum, and sucking cocks?” Tammy asked.



“Well, I’m definitely not gay,” I replied. “I know you may think I am because of the lingerie I wear, and because I do those things when Mary wants me to. But I do them more because it is what I’m ordered to do, and because doing it when ordered is very exciting for me. I get a real thrill from being made, ordered, to do things which others would not, and even sometimes, things which I don’t want to do. The first time Mary made me taste cum, even my own, I didn’t enjoy it at all. Same with sucking a cock. But now I don’t mind. And, so long as it is embarrassing, or humiliating, or painful, I really get off on it.”



“Or dirty and degrading, right, Slut?” Gina smiled.



“Yes, Mistress Gina, yes, if it’s dirty and degrading then I really enjoy it, will beg for it.”



We looked out on the dance floor. Bob had Mary in his arms, and was caressing her ass and, once in a while, one of her breasts. She was kissing his ear and his mouth, leaning into him, thrusting against what I’m sure was a very hard cock. I’d danced with Mary myself, and knew what she could be like.



Gina reached over and felt my cock. I was hard and she stroked it a couple of times.



“God, you’re cock is hard, panty-slave, you must really like to watch them dancing like that, and to think of what may happen later.”



Tammy looked back at us both and giggled. “Fuck,” she said, “it is so hot to think you’re his daughter, and yet you are out here in public, he is wearing panties, and you are stroking his cock through them!”



“I know. It’s fucking awesome isn’t it? My Dad is my panty wearing cock sucking slave, and I can make him do anything.”



I blushed at their conversation, and at the thought someone would overhear them.



“Undo a button on your shirt, Slave. I can’t see your cami. I want to be able to see that lacy thing!”



I looked at Gina, but knew it was no good. She had already told me she intended for someone to see. As nonchalantly as possible, I reached up with one hand and undid one button on my shirt. I didn’t dare look down to see how much of the cami was now visible.



Tammy smiled at Gina. “He is a slut!”



Before I could say anything, Bob and Mary appeared back at the table. Before Bob could sit down, Mary looked at him and said “Thanks for the dance, Bob, but I want to spend some time with them, now, I hope you don’t mind?”



Bob looked a little disappointed but was polite enough to say “No Problem, Thanks.” and then returned to the bar.



Mary sat back down next to Tammy and then looked at me and Gina. “He was a good dancer, but his cock was a little small, and I’m not sure whether or not I want a guy tonight,” she whispered while putting her arm around Tammy’s shoulders, “and, if I was going to fuck a guy tonight, it wouldn’t be one with a tiny cock, I have one of those at home already, don’t I slut?”



Tammy and Gina burst out laughing, while I blushed bright red. I knew my cock was not much below average, and was not really ashamed of it, but it still made me squirm to hear her describe me like that.



We sat and drank and joked and talked for a while, all three girls taking opportunities to make fun of me in one way or another. After a while with no more solicitations from guys in the club, Mary reached over to Gina “would you dance with me, darling?”



Gina looked surprised, and then smiled, “Sure Mom, if you want to!”



They stood up and, as they walked away from the table, Mary looked back and said to Tammy “Do anything you want, Tammy, anything!”



Tammy smiled back and then looked at me. “I’d like you to go and get us some more drinks, Robin, I’m thirsty, and I’m pretty sure they will be too, when they get back.”



At first, it seemed like a simple request, but then I remembered the button. I started to button it back up, but Tammy stopped me. “I didn’t say you could do that,” she smiled, “in fact, because you assumed you could, you need to learn a lesson. Undo another one, and then go to the bar!”



I looked at her with wide eyes and open mouth. She grinned back “Do it.”



I blushed and undid another button. Now with just a glance I could see the lace trim of the cami, and knew that it would be pretty obvious to anyone who looked. I turned to the bar and looked for an open area with hardly any customers and walked towards it. I had an idea. I would lean on the bar and hunch my shoulders. If I did it right, it would cause the two sides of my shirt to come together and hide what I was wearing.



I got to the bar, and before the girl behind it was able to walk up to me, I leaned forward and hunched. It worked; the shirt appeared to be more closed.



“Hi, what can I get for you?” she smiled.



“Umm three glasses of cabernet, please, and a bourbon-coke.”



She turned around and started to prepare the drinks. Within a minute, she was back in front of me with the glasses. “That’ll be nineteen bucks, please.”



Without thinking I reached back into the back pocket of my pants for my wallet and fiddled with the button on the pocket. As I was pulling the wallet out, I realized what I had done and looked up at the bartender. Her eyes were fixed on my chest. I looked down and my shirt had pulled tight. The lace trim of the cami was clearly visible, and she was staring at it.



Not knowing what else to do, I gave her a five and a twenty, and started to pick up the glasses.



She looked down at the bills, back at my chest, and laughed. “Thanks, sir, let me know if you want anything else.”



I mumbled thanks and stumbled back to the table, all the glasses balanced in my hands. I didn’t want to have to make two trips.



Tammy was sitting watching the whole performance, giggling with her hand over her mouth.



“Fuck, that was funny, “she said, “I could see from her face that she noticed. Now I know what Gina meant about it being a thrill to be able to tell you do something like that, and having you do it! It’s amazing!”



I blushed again, and took a sip from my drink. I looked out at the dance floor. Mary and Gina were in each others arms, swaying to the music. Mary’s hands were on Gina’s ass, and she was nibbling her ear and whispering to her. The song came to an end and Gina looked up into her mothers face. Mary tilted her face down and kissed Gina on the lips, softly. It lasted for a couple of seconds and then they parted and walked back towards us. My cock was throbbing and I could feel wetness in my panties.



After sitting back down, they noticed the new glasses and took a couple of drinks.



“I sent him to the bar, with his shirt undone, and she saw him.” Tammy smiled.



We all looked over to the bar. The girl was still back there, but was now over by another guy, talking to him. She laughed and, with her eyes, directed his attention to us. He turned and looked, and saw all four of us sitting together, looking back at him. He smiled, picked up his beer, and walked in our direction. Even before he arrived, we could see he was tall, muscular. He was wearing a cotton shirt tucked into his jeans which were clearly pretty tight.



“Shelley tells me there are three lovely ladies over here,” he smiled, and then looking at me, added “or is it four?”



Gina, Mary and Tammy burst into laughter. Mary looked him up and down, her eyes hesitating at his crotch, and said, “Well, do you mind which the answer is?”



“Hell no,” he laughed, “so long as there’s at least one, I don’t mind how many more of you there are!”



“Why don’t you join us for a drink?”



“Thanks, I will.” He sat down next to Mary, making her slide over closer to Tammy. “My name’s Jason.” he smiled.



“I’m Mary, and this is Tammy, Robin and Gina.”



“Nice to meet you, Mary, and Tammy and Robin and Gina,” he smiled, “what’s the occasion, what are you all celebrating?”



“Well, it’s a long story,” Mary said, “let’s just say we’re celebrating Gina’s graduation. Graduation from a private school. A very exclusive school.”



I was sitting quietly, trying not to attract any more attention as the girls laughed, enjoying Mary’s joke.



“And what’s the story with Robin?” Jason looked at me, and then back at Mary.



“Well, let’s just say he is in touch with his feminine side, and we are encouraging that.”



“Ok, well, that’s cool with me. I like feminine!”



The girls looked at him and, deciding he was serious, looked at each other and smiled.



“Feel like a dance, Jason?” Mary asked.



“Of course.” He took her hand and led her away.



Tammy and Gina watched them, and then looked at each other. Gina was the first to speak. “Oh my god, did you see his body, he’s hot!”



“Oh yeah, he is. I think your Mom likes him!”



We all looked over to the dance floor. Jason and Mary were barely dancing, already locked in a passionate kiss. It was obvious that their tongues were in each others mouths.



Gina put her hand in my lap and dug her fingernails into my cock. Even though it was protected by my slacks and panties, I could feel the sharpness. “Well, Daddy slut, I hope you’re ready, because I think you are going to be sucking his cock tonight, and we’re going to watch you do it.”



Tammy giggled. “Fuck, I hope so, I want to see it.”



Gina kept squeezing my cock. “Yeah, me too, Tammy, I can’t wait. I want to see his cock in your mouth, slut. I want to see you sucking it. You’ll do it, won’t you?”



“Yes, Miss Gina, I will, but only if both he and Mary want me to.”



“Oh, I don’t think we have to worry about that,” Tammy giggled. “Mary was talking to me while we were dancing. She knows how much Gina wants to see it, and told me she hoped she could find someone. Judging by how they are dancing, I think she has!”



Mary was in Jason’s arms. One hand was on his shoulder, the other between them, moving up and down from his chest to his crotch. They were still kissing, passionately. He had one hand on her ass, squeezing it, pulling him into his body.



Gina started to stroke my cock. “Like what you see, slut? Your wife is there, with a complete stranger. They’re kissing, and groping each other right in front of you, while you sit here, dressed like a sissy, and letting me play with your cock. Say it, slave, say it for me!”



“What, Miss Gina?”



“I want to hear you tell me what is going to happen tonight.”



“Mary is going to get him to fuck her. I’m going to serve them. And, if he wants me to, I’m going to be made to suck him, in front of you.”



“Yes-sss,” she squealed with obvious delight.



Tammy, and even I, laughed at her enthusiasm. We sat for another minute, watching the dancing and sipping our drinks.



Finally, the music paused and Mary and Jason walked back to the table. I could see that they were talking and laughing as they approached us. Mary’s cheeks were flushed and her nipples were blatantly hard under the pink cashmere. I looked at Jason and saw that his jeans were bulging at his crotch.



“Your wife is an incredible dancer,” he smiled as they sat down, “I wanted to stay out there all night with her.”



“But, then I promised him we could do some more dancing, different dancing, back at our place. He thought that sounded like fun.” Mary looked at me and said “You won’t mind us four sluts entertaining him, will you, sissy?”



Jason laughed and I felt my face turning red. “No, of course not, Mistress. It will be our pleasure.”



“Good, then drink up and let’s get going,” she laughed, “I’ll drive with Jason, to give him directions, and you can bring our car. Gina, would you mind staying with him, someone needs to make sure he behaves himself? And Tammy, would you like to come with us, or with Gina?”



Gina squeezed my balls, hard “Yeah, that’s fine, Mom, I will make sure he behaves.”



Tammy looked at Mary and then Gina. “Umm, if it’s ok with you, Mary, I’ll go with Robin and Gina?”



We finished our drinks in two swallows and all got up to leave. As we did, I noticed Shelley, behind the bar. I smiled at her, and she laughed.



Once we were all in the cars and back on the road, with Mary and Jason leading the way, Tammy leaned forwards between the two front seats. She brushed Gina’s hair back from the side of her face and kissed her neck. “Seems like you’re gonna get your wish, Gina.” Her hand moved down and cupped Gina’s breast. “Are you excited? I am. I’ve never experienced anything like this, I can’t believe what’s happening!”



“I know, me too.” Gina turned her face and kissed Tammy on the lips. “I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you for coming. I know you, you know, like Mom, and want to do stuff with her, and that’s cool, I just like that you are here to, like, support me!”



“Oh, I am, but I don’t think you need any support, I think you have everything fully under control”



“I dunno. Do I Daddy? Do I have everything under control?”



I took my eyes off the road for a second and looked at them both. “Miss Gina, you have all the control you want, you know that. You can decide what happens, or doesn’t, and what you do or don’t do.”



“I know, slut, I just wanted to hear you say it,” she laughed. “But, just to prove it, undo your shirt buttons, All of them. Let me see you.”



I took one hand off the wheel and slowly undid the remaining three buttons that were above my belt line.



Tammy moved her hand from Gina’s chest to mine. “Fuck, it’s so weird to see and feel a man’s chest in something soft and lacy. I like it though, it’s kinda hot. Shame you don’t have tit’s though, Robin, even small ones, just to fill out the cups a little.” She laughed.



“Yeah, Mom and I talked about that,” Gina giggled, “We’re going to get him some fake ones, you know, the ones you can stick to your chest. And, you’ll wear them, won’t you, panty slut, you’ll be both my Daddy and a girl, all pretty in panties and stuff, and with real tits!”

*** NOTE: This is the second part of a continuing series. For character development to make sense you may need to read Chapter 1. Also, everyone in this story is over the age of 18***



Mrs. Duffy meandered down the stairs still drying her hair after the shower she just took. Despite the day’s previous tryst, Mrs. Duffy still felt like a bitch in heat. Now however, she was going to try to make sure her daughters did not graduate High School as inexperienced as she had.



“Where did you sister go?” Mrs. Duffy asked in a puzzled tone of voice. It was still pouring outside and Anna did not have access to a vehicle at the moment.



“She went for a run.” Erin responded. Erin was still lounging in her green and yellow cheerleader outfit, apparently too lazy to change. Erin had a slightly chubby body that was summed up in her thick, tan thighs. Luckily for her, most people’s eyes gravitated towards her heaving chest that was measuring a 36-D by the time she had entered the 9th grade. They had not grown much since then but that had shaped out nicely, sitting high on her chest. Her plump butt was another favorite fantasy for the boys at her high school as she often sported tight pants that did little to hide the jiggling.



“Why would she go for a run in the rain?” Erin’s mom asked.



“You know how she gets when she’s angry.”



“Well, why is she angry?”



“I was making fun of her diary. I found it the other day in her bedroom and I could not believe some of the stuff that was in there…some of it was disgusting.” Erin mocked while sticking her tongue out, “Anyway, she was super-embarrassed and got all pissy. Then she went out running.”



“Well, shoot. Come upstairs with me then. Show me this diary. “



Meanwhile, I was sitting in the upstairs living room trying to read a Stephen King novel. I was having trouble concentrating as all I could think about was Mrs. Duffy’s reference to her daughters at the end of our sex-capade earlier in the day. I was getting a little nervous that it might not have meant what I had hoped, though I knew myself to be pessimistic.



Erin walked into Anna’s room as her mom told her to get the diary out and to wait for her to come back. Erin was digging around in Anna’s closet when her mom walked in with a bag in her left arm and a book under her right arm.



“Is that MY diary?” questioned a shocked Erin.



“Yes it is my dear. I’m not sure how you got a hold of Anna’s journal but I don’t believe it is right for sisters to be invading each other’s privacy. You are not in charge of your sister. You have no right to read what she is writing privately. Now I am going to have to punish you but I want you to know I am doing it because I love you. If you take your punishment without too much complaining I believe you will come to enjoy it even. Now follow me.”



“James, can you come into Erin’s room with us?” Mrs. Duffy asked in a loud but controlled voice.



I heard Erin question her mom before being shushed as I was now sure that Mrs. Duffy’s reference to her daughters was indeed sexual. I walked into the bedroom and saw Erin sitting cross-legged in manner that displayed her panty-only covered crotch. She was whimpering lightly as Mrs. Duffy stood above her and leafed through a book.



“Have a seat on the bed James. Erin, I want you to read this page aloud so we can all hear it. James, I caught Erin betraying her sister’s trust so this is how I am punishing her. I hope you don’t mind.”



“THIS PAGE!” Erin protested before I could reassure her mom, “but this is so embarrassing!”



“NOW!” shouted Mrs. Duffy.



Erin read,



I had the dirtiest fantasy in English class today and I could not wait to cum (hehe) home and masturbate. Mr. Timmons was so hot today all I could think about is bribing him with my body for a better grade. But he would demand so much of me. I would say I would let him fuck me if he gave me an ‘A’. Then he told me that if all I was offering was my pussy he could only give me a ‘C’. He told me for a ‘B’ he was going to fuck my ass, and for an ‘A’ I had to let him do whatever he wants.



Erin shut the book after reading the last sentence in a childish tone. “Finish the story, Erin, all of it.” her mother said in a stern voice. Erin sighed and continued to read aloud,



I told him I needed an ‘A’ at which point he stood up and shoved my pants to the ground. He bent me over his desk, slid his cock in my pussy fucked me hard and fast of several minutes. Finally, he took it out and slid into my ass. It hurt but I loved it. He fucked my ass until he was ready to cum. He then, pulled it out, pushed me onto my knees and moved his cock towards my mouth. I hesitated until he asked me how bad did I want an ‘A’. I swallowed his dick as he exploded into my mouth. I loved every second of it…



Erin slammed the book shut as she started to tear up. “I know that was hard honey, but you know this will stay a secret between the three of us.” Mrs. Duffy proclaimed.



“What, James will probably tell everyone at school!”



“No he won’t, because if he was to do that, I wouldn’t let him fuck you right now.”



“What?” Erin asked unable to hide the excitement in her face.



“Stand up James. I am going to teach the two of you how to fuck.” Mrs. Duffy said as she smiled at me.



Mrs. Duffy took her robe off to show us her all black lingerie. She was wearing a corset that barely covered her mountainous chest, a thong in which her ass sagged out of a little bit, and crotch-high black stockings. She stormed in my direction and undressed me in a manner that made me feel a little uncomfortable. My cock was rock hard as I stood there butt-ass naked in a room with an eighteen year-old girl in a cheerleader outfit and her mom who was now dressed like a dominatrix.



Mrs. Duffy grabbed my cock forcefully and began barking orders at her daughter. “Get over here and suck on this dick! You have to swallow it before I let him fuck you!” Erin scooted over to me on her knees as quickly as she could. Her mouth was just an inch from my throbbing cock when her mom pushed the back of her head onto my dick. Erin gagged almost immediately but I could see the delight in her eyes.



“Come on Erin, you didn’t even get it halfway down! Again.” Erin kept trying to swallow my dick but never got it far enough down to appease her domineering mother. “We are going to need to give you some incentive then” Mrs. Duffy chimed as she walked across the room to pull a chair over to wear her daughter was trying her damndest to bury my cock in her throat.



“Ok, lay down on my lap you little slut. You are going to learn how to swallow a dick if I have to turn your fat ass red to get you to do it.” Erin obediently bent herself over her mother’s lap but kept her mouth near my dick. “Ok, take one.” Erin opened her mouth as wide as she could go and started taking my cock. She got it about three quarters of the down before it hit a sensitive part of her throat and she gagged. Her mother did not hesitate as she spanked her daughter’s generous behind furiously with my dick still halfway down. She winced in pain as she bit down on my cock.



This went on for a few more tries before her mom pulled her panties down exposing her fabulously chunky ass. Now whenever, she failed to swallow my cock there would be nothing between her juicy ass and her mother’s unforgiving palm. Erin failed again to swallow my and her mother rained a blow down upon her daughter’s butt. Erin bit down on my cock when her mom spanked her, causing her to choke on my length and me to wince in pain.



“No more biting Erin.” I declared hoping to get in on the domination.



“Excuse me?” Mrs. Duffy asked me, “Are you complaining about my daughter sucking your cock right now mister? Erin stand up, you have had enough punishment, James needs to get his now.” Mrs. Duffy pushed me down to the ground so I was lying on my back. She pulled her thong off to the side to expose dripping pussy. Mrs. Duffy then climbed onto of my face so her pussy was on my mouth and my nose shoved in her ass crack.



“Eat it until I tell you to stop.” she ordered, “Bring that bag over here darling.” she said to her daughter. Mrs. Duffy took out a 5-inch vibrator and told her daughter to have fun. While my face sat under her mother’s crotch, Erin undressed and laid down between my legs. I heard the vibrator do its thing as she slid it into her pussy. I continued to get her mom off when Erin put my cock in her mouth. She was too distracted by the vibrator in her pussy to give much of a blow job but she seemed to be getting off just by having my cock in her mouth.



Soon, Mrs. Duffy began fingering her clit when she ordered me to toss her salad. I quickly gratified her request as I began licking her asshole. A few seconds later, Mrs. Duffy began grinding her ass on my face as she experienced an orgasm just as her daughter moaning in ecstasy, lost in her own orgasm, with the vibrator tearing her pussy apart and my cock pulsating in her now clenched mouth.



After both women caught their breath Erin unhinged her lips from my cock and asked, “Can we make him fuck my ass now?” Mrs. Duffy affirmed her request as she pulled her generous ass from my lips. She motioned for her daughter to climb on top of me in the cowgirl position and to let me to suck on her tits. Erin did as she was instructed shoving her massive tits in my face while she balanced my cock between her ass cheeks. Her mother climbed between my legs so she could guide my cock into her daughter’s luscious ass.



Mrs. Duffy stroked my cock hard while she ate her daughter’s ass out prepping it for an intense butt fucking. Erin was in heaven as I lapped at her cantaloupe shaped tits. Her nipples became pert as I molested her girth while plunging my mouth on her everywhere I could reach. Erin kept pushing my face into her cleavage while instructing me to suck harder on her nipples. Fulfill



Mrs. Duffy started slobbering and spitting on my cock for lube. After she was finished she pushed my dick between her daughter’s butt cheeks to let her daughter feel whatit was like to have a hard cock slide around in her crack. Mrs. Duffy held the underside of my dick as she guided it into her daughter’s sphincter. Erin opened her mouth, looked towards the ceiling, and restricted her breathing as she was silent with desire. It was a very tight fit as her asshole contracted around my cock once I had broken the seal. Erin moaned like she was in labor as she slowly took all of my length down her chute. Erin’s ass muscles groaned loudly as she eventually sat on my dick in a manner that allowed me to feel her butt cheeks resting on my testicles.



“THIS IS AMAZING!” Erin cried, “but I need more lube.” Without hesitation her mother slid my cock out of her ass and buried my cock down her throat with no wipe whatsoever. “Oh mom! That is the hottest thing I have ever seen!” Erin said as her mom shoved my dick back into her.



We continued with this process for several minutes as Erin would bounce up and down on my dick letting it slide in and out of her ass with her mom providing lube by gagging on my cock after removing it from Erin’s ass. Eventually, Mrs. Duffy had Erin stand up so she could insert the vibrator back into her daughter’s sweating pussy. They put it in all the way so it would massage Erin’s g-spot as I plowed her ass.



Erin was overcome with bliss when she sat back down on my cock. The combination of the vibrator shaking away in her pussy, me sucking on her nipples, my dick being buried in her ass, and her mother now spanking her jiggling butt cheeks sent her over the edge. Erin yelled like a porn star as she had the most powerful orgasm I had ever witnessed to that point. She lost all control as my dick could now feel the vibrator in her pussy as well as the recurring clenching of her sphincter. At the peak of her orgasm she screamed out, “I LOVE BEING A SLUT!”



As she calmed back down, she picked up her rhythm again and began to fuck my dick with her ass in a way I had only dreamed about prior to that. She was grunting like an animal as my cock slid in and out of her ass with her tits bouncing in every direction.



“I’m gonna cum!” I yelped. Erin slid my dick out of her ass and laid down on her side. With one hand on my stomach and the other stabilizing my cock, she again tried to swallow my cock. For the first time she succeeded, as I felt her throat muscles tightening around the upper third of my length. She was squealing with pleasure as the vibrator was still violating her pussy. Right when she was about to come up for air I knew I was ready to cum so I held her head down so I could cum down her throat. My cock pulsated in her mouth and throat while she gagged with tears in her eyes. I held her head tightly so her upper lip was kissing the topside of my shaft while her tongue fell out her mouth and was now lapping at my balls. Her teary eyes looked at me in thanks as I came ferociously down her throat while her intense gagging only intensified my orgasm as her throat’s reflexive muscles continuously closed around my dick.



Over her choking I could hear her sexual moans as I realized this girl was cumming again because I was blowing my load down her throat after I had just fucked her ass. After I was done spewing my semen down her throat I let go of the back of her head and she shot up coughing and trying to catch her breath. In between her coughing, Erin asked me, “Promise me you will do that to me in the school bathroom on Monday?”



Her mother chuckled remarked, “Erin you might be an bigger slut than I am!”



Erin laughed a little bit and looked at me, winked and said, “Yeah well, after reading Anna’s diary, I can tell you that Anna is most definitely the sluttiest girl in this family. And guess who she has a major crush on?”

My little Ana is my pride and joy, she is my little Princess and since her mother died, we have become very close, I sometimes worry that we have become too close! Not only is she my daughter, she is now my lover…



I know that some of you reading this will think that it is wrong but love has no bounds and bereavement made us both closer and stronger and we seem to be getting stronger each day.



As a family we have always been quite liberal and nudity around the house was a normal course of events, after my wife died I continued to be naked as much as I could and I also encouraged Ana to be naked whenever possible and it became the norm in our house and we both enjoyed the freedom of not being restricted by clothes, although it did present it’s own problems in the beginning, I felt terribly embarrassed when I had an erection in front of Ana but now she encourages me to get an erection and even helps me to make me feel better… Ana is such a good girl.



Ana is 18 years old, it was her that seduced me and encouraged me to teach her everything about sex, she was a temptress and new exactly how to twist me around her little finger and she always gets her own way, not only with me but all men seem to bend to her ways.



Ana knows all about my kinks and fetishes and helps me and encourages me to fulfill them, before my wife died I was her submissive cuckold husband and I really missed being cuckolded after her death, one day Ana asked me what a cuckold was and I explained how my life was when her mother was alive and how much I miss it now.



I was telling her that I might have to look for a new woman who will feed me sperm from her freshly fucked pussy to satisfy my addiction for sperm & humiliation, as I was talking to Ana, she was stroking my cock and she sensed that I was harder than normal reliving my past life, her hand was pumping my cock really fast and she sensed that I was going to blow my load, she reached around for a wine glass and pumped my cock until I emptied the contents of my balls into the glass, she opened my mouth and poured the contents of the glass into my mouth telling me to be a good daddy and drink it all up, then she made me lick the glass clean. I thanked her and told her how much I had missed that and how much I need it, what she said next made me instantly hard…



“Daddy, you don’t need another woman to take mums place, I am all you need daddy, I will bring you lots of fresh sperm and feed it to you and from now on you are my cuckold, I will never ever call you daddy anymore from now on you are “cucky,” And that’s what I will always call you, even if we are out with friends and family, do you understand me cucky?”



“Yes Ana, I do understand and thank you so much.”



“Don’t call me Ana anymore, from now on you will always referee to me as Mistress, always, regardless of the company we are in, is that clear cucky?”



“Yes Mistress, very clear.”



“Good little cucky,” She said, how did she become like this? My mind started to wonder and I was starting to reminisce about the past, how it all started…



The earliest recollection I had was when I was giving her a bath about a couple of years ago, I told her to stand up so I could wash her and not only did she stand up, she put one leg on the side of the bath and opened her pussy wide and said, “Daddy, will you clean the inside of me?” She had a little smirk on her face and I could see her looking at my cock, that was the time that I realized that she was a little temptress!



I picked up the sponge and the soap and as I was about to clean her she smiled and said,



“No daddy, use your fingers, not the sponge.”



I did as she told me too and I am sure she was moaning with pleasure or was that just my mind reading too much into it? I was getting very excited but was not quite sure how to deal with it, all I knew was that I had to fuck her! I had a plan… After her bath, she dried herself off and I made her a nice big mug of hot chocolate, I placed two sleeping tablets in her drink, I really wanted her to be sound asleep for what I had in mind and she watched a little TV while she drank her drink, about twenty minutes later I could see she was drifting off, so I told her to go to bed, I went up to her bedroom with her, gave her a little kiss on her head and said,



“Night, night Princess.”



“Night, night daddy.” She said with a little smirk on her face.



I left it for half an hour to make sure the sleeping tablets were working, then I put my plan in practice, god, I was so excited!



I walked upstairs to her bedroom; my cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum in anticipation of what was about to come, when I saw her lying in her bed, she looked so sexy; I could not believe that someone so young could turn me on so much, I called her name a couple of times to see if she was asleep, there was no response so I knew that the sleeping tablets had done there job.



I removed the duvet and saw the most perfect Goddess, she was laying face down, her legs slightly apart and I had a perfect view of her puckered little rosebud, I bent forward, held a cheek in each hand and parted her cheeks, her rosebud was begging me to lick it, which I did with great vigor, when I tasted her for the first time, my cock went very hard, I knew I would become addicted to her taste and I wanted so much more of her.



I gently turned her over onto her back and stared at the sight that was in front of me, she had the most beautiful pussy that I had ever seen, it was so smooth and delicious looking, her lips looked a little red & puffy as if she had been playing with herself and I knew exactly what I needed to do and I had to do it now. I pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her legs were hanging over the end; my cock is only small but it was rock hard, I reached around for the lube and put plenty on my little cock then placed the tip of my cock in the entrance too her pussy, my heart was beating fast and my cock was throbbing like I had never known it before.



I was really expecting some resistance and thought it would be tight but my cock slipped in, like a hot knife going through butter; I knew that I had a small cock but surly I would have felt her hymen!



I wasn’t going to worry to much about that at this time, I had far more important things to do, I started to fuck her, slowly at first, it felt so nice, I speeded up my pace and was now fucking her really hard, I could feel the build up in my balls and knew I would not last much longer, I didn’t want to cum inside her so I started to pull out but before I could get all the way out, I was pumping my cum deep inside of her, the rest landed on her beautiful smooth mound and I knew that I had to get her cleaned up before she woke.



I hooked my hands under her legs and lifted her pussy close to my mouth and licked all my cum from her beautiful delicious pussy, I then stuck my tongue deep inside her and sucked all the remaining cum out of her, I was sucking as if my life depended on it and my cock was getting very hard again. When I was satisfied that she was really clean, I moved her back up the bed, put the duvet back on her and kissed her on her head, saying “Good night,” As I was leaving.



“Night night daddy.” I heard her say just as I got to the door, I looked around in shock and noticed that she had a smirk on her face, I went to my bedroom, got in bed and wanked my cock, reliving the past half hour, it was the best wank I have had in a long time.



In the morning I was in the kitchen making breakfast, I was naked as usual, still with thoughts of what had happened last night and feeling a little embarrassed about what I had done.



“Morning daddy,” I heard coming from the kitchen door “what’s for breakfast Daddy, I am starving?”



I looked at my Princess, walking towards me, naked, she was so beautiful and I started to feel very ashamed with myself, then she did something that changed our relationship forever.



As she got to where I was standing, she saw that my cock was erect, she grabbed hold of it, bent over and gave it a kiss, while she was still pumping my cock, she said,



“Daddy, you really don’t need to drug me when you want to fuck me, I have been fucked many times and I just love big fat cocks, daddy, it is such a shame that you only have a tiny little cock.”



At which point she pumped all my cum onto her beautiful pert breasts and as she kept pumping she said,



“Daddy, I hope you will find me some real men that will fuck me and keep me happy”



“Of course I will Princess, I always want to make you happy.”



“In that case, lick your mess up, like you did last night, then get my breakfast.” She said while giving my balls a playful slap.



That was the point things changed for us, after that incident, we became lovers and always slept together at night, she was very highly sexed and it was usually her that initiated sex between us and I noticed that she was getting very bossy and assertive, always wanting and getting her own way, just like her mother used to be, was she turning into a carbon copy of her mother? God I hope so!



Over the next few weeks she became more demanding and open about her feelings and she didn’t care about hurting my feelings, in fact, I am sure she got a buzz from humiliating me in some way, like the time we were watching the TV, she was sat on my lap and slipped my cock into her pussy and bouncing up & down as if she was riding a horse, she was trying really hard to get herself off but it was not working for her.



“Daddy, your cock is so fucking pathetic, some of the boys at school have got bigger cocks than you, make the most of this fuck because it is the last time that tiny little pathetic cock goes inside me.”



Hearing her say that and the tone that she said it in made me shoot my load deep inside of her, she got off me, looked into my eyes and told me to lie on the floor, she had a sly smile on her face she told me to lick her clean then said,



“Tomorrow daddy, I want you to go to the shop and buy a big strap-on dildo because from now on, that’s the only thing that you will ever fuck me with.”



With that I shot my load again, all over my belly, she just laughed at me, scooped up the cum and fed it to me, saying, “You really get off on me being mean to you, don’t you daddy?”



All I could say was, “Yes Princess.” I felt so disgusted with myself, I could feel her taking control and deep down that’s what I really craved but was scared as to how low she would take me.



“Your life is going to be so different from now on daddy, I have lots of plans for you, you really should be carful what you wish for.”



Anyway, back to today….



“Mistress, don’t forget you have a doctors appointment after school today.”



“Yes I have cucky, I am glad you have reminded me, meet me at school later and you can take me and come in with me this time.”



“Yes Mistress.” Was all I could say, I had noticed that Mistress has been going to see the doctor quite a lot lately but she never appeared to be ill, I hope she is OK!



When we parked in the doctor’s car park, Mistress reached for my balls, squeezed them really hard, much harder than usual and kept squeezing, harder & harder until I was begging her to stop and I had tears in my eyes.



“Cucky, when we go inside, you will do everything and I do mean everything that you are told, do not hesitate, always thank me and do not disappoint me, if the doctor speaks to you, remember that he is a “Real man,” So give him the respect that he deserves and always call him “Sir,” Do I make myself perfectly clear cucky?”



“Yes Mistress, I understand and will not let you down.”



“Good little cucky,” She said, as she let go of my very sore balls and she noticed that there was a very large stain on the front of my trousers, which made her smile.



“Come on,” She said “Or we will be late,” With that we got out of the car and went into the surgery.



Mistress was wearing a pair of flat black shoes with two thin straps across the front, white ankle socks and her legs were bare, on her top half, she was wearing a beautiful Lime-Green coat, it was very short and was more like an “opera cloak,” Than a coat because there were no sleeves, just a couple of slits where she could put her arms through, there were four brass buttons going down the front and a thick brass chain just below her neckline connected to two more brass buttons, she looked very regal and such a powerful young Mistress and I would imagine that she would be naked beneath her coat.



Dr. Windsor was a tall well-defined gentleman, very smartly dressed, as you would expect a doctor to be and spoke with a very posh English accent and I guess that he was about 65 years old.



When we entered the consultation room, Dr. Windsor was seated at his desk; he looked up at us with a huge smile on his face and stood to greet us, he complimented Mistress on how sexy she looked; which I thought was a strange thing to say!



“And this must be your daddy?” Said the doctor while looking at me.



“He was my daddy, but now he is my cuckold slave and I have brought him here today so he can learn about his new life, I hope you will teach him well Dr. Windsor, he will answer to the name “cucky,” And I have told him to show you the respect that a “Real Man,” Like you deserves.”



The doctor went to the door and locked it then he picked Mistress up and she wrapped her legs around him, they kissed and his hand went up her coat and I could see him caress her beautiful bottom, which always reminded me of a delicious ripe peach. He placed her on to the examination couch and removed her coat; like I suspected she was naked beneath the coat, her shoes and socks were left on, she sat on the couch with her legs spread wide apart and I could see that her pussy was already wet and glistening in anticipation of what was about to happen.



“Doctor, I have missed you so much, please get your cock out and fuck me, I dream about your big fat cock, I need it so much please fuck me, please, doctor fuck me hard like the “Real Man,” That you are.”



“Not just yet Ana, we need to talk about our future and the training of “cucky,” I need to know that this is exactly what you want, because when we start, there will be no going back.”



“Dr. Windsor, I think you know that I want to turn “cucky,” Into my fulltime slave, I want to treat him like a pet, I want him to become addicted to drinking cum and I want him to learn to suck cock better than most girls do, I want him to be fucked up the arse and for him to beg me to fuck him and in time the only pleasure he will get is when he is being fucked, I want you to give him hormone tablets so he will grow breasts and to stop him getting erections, I want to turn him into my sissy slave and I will control every single aspect of his life, that’s what I want Doctor Windsor, can you help me?”



“And what about “cucky,” Does he want the same?” Asked the Dr.



“I don’t give a fuck what he wants, he is nothing more than a pathetic, worthless piece of shit and he will do everything and anything that I tell him to do, he loves being humiliated and degraded, the more I do it to him the more he likes it, I bet that his pathetic little dick is already hard and is leaking cum, right now, even as we speak.”



As Mistress was speaking the doctor went back to his desk and removed a few things from the drawer and placed them near Mistress.



“Doctor, I am so wet, please fuck me, I really need to feel that big fat cock of yours.” It sounded like Mistress was begging the doctor to fuck her.



“Not just yet Ana, we have some training to do first with “cucky,” After that we will have plenty of time to fuck. Now, if you are absolutely sure this is the life you want for “cucky,” I need you to prove to me that you are serious. You know what you have to do Ana, let me see you making him yours.”



With that Mistress started to get off the couch, I could see that her pussy was oozing girl juice, it looked so beautiful, she walked towards me and stood directly in front of me, placing her hand between her legs she scooped some of her juice on her fingers and put them into my mouth telling me to suck them clean, she is so delicious, I could drink her juice all day long…



“Cucky, you know I think you are a pathetic excuse for a man and I want to turn you into my slave and control every aspect of your life, I will humiliate you, degrade you, hurt you and punish you, just for my pleasure, I will turn you into a sissy, you will suck cock and you will be fucked regularly and learn to like it because it will become your only form of sexual relief, you will be kept in chastity permanently and the only milking you will get will be through your prostate while being fucked, you will always wear a dog collar and leash and all your meals will be eaten from a dog bowl. I will be getting you pierced and branded and the doctor will be giving you medication to lessen your sexual urges possibly leading to castration. “Cucky,” I am being very serious about all of this and if you choose this as a life then you will be nothing to me except being my property you will be nothing more than chattel. If this is the life that you want, then remove all your clothes and kneel at my feet, this will be your only chance to back out.”



I knew exactly what I wanted so I immediately removed my clothes and knelt by Mistresses feet, I could hear the doctor laughing when he saw my little cock. Mistress reached for the dog collar and placed it around my neck then she attached the leash, she walked me to the doctor and I knelt at his feet.



“You are going to watch a “Real Man,” Fuck me and you are going to be helping, now get the doctors cock out and suck it so it is nice and hard for Mistress and do it now, you fucking little sissy cock sucker.”



I unzipped the doctors trousers and removed his cock, I could not believe how big it was, it must have been 3 times the size of mine and very thick, seeing it close-up like that made be feel very inadequate, I was holding his cock, which felt very heavy, I opened my mouth and put the tip inside, tasting a cock for the first time, I knew that I had to please Mistress so I started sucking and soon got the hang of it, I realized that I was a born cock-sucker, I could feel the doctors hands on my head, pushing my head down on his cock and I could taste his pre-cum; I knew that would be a taste that I would be getting use to.



Mistress was on the couch with her legs wide open, playing with her pussy, I could hear that she was moaning with pleasure.



“Doctor, I really need your big cock, please fuck me,” I heard my Mistress say.



“You heard your Mistress,” Said the doctor as he slipped his cock out of my mouth, he walked me over to Mistress and told me to put the tip of his cock into her pussy.



“While I am fucking your Mistress, I want you to lick my arse and play with my balls, don’t stop until you are told to, do you understand me?”



“Yes I do Sir.”



He started to fuck my Mistress really hard, I could see and hear that she was really enjoying it, she was really in ecstasy and I was so pleased she was happy.



“Fuck me harder, please, please, fuck me until it hurts, show that piece of shit how a real man fucks, oh, god, you are making me cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it, don’t stop, keep going, harder, harder, oh fuck.”



At the same time, I could feel Doctor Windsor’s balls, tighten and knew he was about to cum, I was still licking his arse when he grunted and pushed a little harder, I knew that he had cum, he pulled out of Mistress and fed his cock into my mouth to clean, I did a good job of cleaning his cock and when he was satisfied he told me to clean Mistress.



I looked at my beautiful Mistress with her legs wide open, cum oozing out of her pussy and there was so much of it, I got between her legs and started licking and sucking all the cum, it tasted really nice and I knew that I was a born cum drinker and that I would be tasting a lot more of the doctors cum in the future, Mistress had her hands on my head pushing it into her cunt.

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