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Melody is excited to see her Daddy’s dungeon. She wants to be a good girl and please him!

Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter Three: Sleepover Bondage
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I wanted to skip as I walked down the street to Sun’s house. I wanted to throw my arms wide and skip, my body bursting with joy. Such excitement burned inside of me. Tonight was Friday. Tonight, Sun was spending the night and Daddy would make her into a good girl, too. We would go down into the basement and see Daddy’s workshop.

My eighteen-year-old body trembled in delight.

I loved being Daddy’s good girl. I was so glad my mom had to go out of town for three weeks to help my grandparents out. And I was really glad she took my annoying twin sister Alice with her. Alice was not a good girl for anyone, even Daddy.

While Mom was gone, it was up to me to take care of Daddy. I doubted she expected me to fulfill all her wifely duties, like have sex with Daddy. But I loved it. I loved being submissive to Daddy. I loved cleaning the house naked while he was at work, a butt plug inserted into my asshole. I loved waiting for him to come home so I could massage his feet and hear about his day. And I loved it when he bent me over the dining room table and fucked me in lieu of dessert.

I knew it was wrong for a father to make-love to his daughter. I just didn’t care. Incest was the best. It was so hot to feel Daddy’s cock plunge into my pussy. He would fuck me so hard. I would gasp and moan, his taboo dick filling every inch of my barely legal cunt. The forbidden thrill made me cum so hard every time.

I hoped Mom never came back. She could stay with my grandparents and stupid Alice forever. Daddy didn’t need her. He had me.

Tonight, Daddy planned on making Sun his good girl, too. She was sleeping over so she could have her cherry popped. I couldn’t wait to watch my best friend submit to my daddy’s lust. It was why I was bursting with excitement and wanted to skip.

But I couldn’t. I had a butt plug shoved into my asshole.

It was the thickest one yet. Since Tuesday, I had worn a different one each day, the diameters growing bigger and bigger. This morning I had grown so hard as Daddy inserted it into my backdoor. I couldn’t help but squeal in excitement as he did it—the butt plug was almost as wide as his cock.

I was almost ready to please him with anal sex.

Only Sun knew just how wicked I was. None of my other friends, who claimed to have had sex, could know that I wasn’t a virgin any longer. They wouldn’t understand like Sun did that incest was something wonderful and not something disgusting.

I wanted to skip so bad, but walking with the butt plug was interesting enough. I was so aware of the toy moving in my bowels with every step. I walked with a wide gait, not wanting to keep my legs tightly closed. It caused my tight skirt to ride up my thighs, and I kept having to tug it down to keep from flashing my naked ass and pussy.

Today, Daddy commanded me to go to Sun’s. He allowed me to dress since I was leaving the house, but he forbade me any underwear.

My pussy was so wet. And not just from the stimulation of the butt plug. Men and boys kept glancing at me as I walked down the sidewalk, my flip flops smacking. My dress showed off my young charms and they were appreciated. At any moment, my skirt may ride up enough to flash a bit of naked asscheek or to let them catch a glimpse of the brown muff covering my pussy.

It was torture. Such wonderful, sweet torture. My clit throbbed, peeking out of its little sheath and kissed by the warm, summer air wafting up between my thighs. The air teased the rest of my pussy, my damps lips feeling so cool. My fingers itched to rub my pussy.

I wouldn’t.

And not just because I was in public. A good girl only cums when her Daddy gives her permission. And I didn’t have permission to cum when Daddy wasn’t around. So I had to endure the butt plug and the thrill of my short skirt and no panties.

When I reached Sun’s house, I was flushed and breathing heavily. I rang the doorbell and pushed my skirt down as I waited. A few moments later, Sun’s mother opened the door. Mrs. Paik was a short, Korean woman with her black hair permed.

“Oh, hi, Melody,” she smiled. “Boy, did you run all the way from your house?”

“Yes,” I lied. I felt like I had even though a slow walk was all I could manage without flashing my rear. “Is Sun home.”

“She’s upstairs.” The older woman turned and called, “Sun, your friend’s here.”

An explosion of noise came from upstairs as Sun burst out of her bedroom and scampered across the hallway. Sun knew I was on the way. I sent her a Snapchat of my butt plug buried in my ass before I left. Her footsteps thundered down the stairs and then her petite form appeared. She had boyish hips and only small breasts covered by a thin camisole she was wearing as a top. The frilly hem reached the waistband of her jean shorts.

“Melody,” she squealed and hugged me. She smelled so sweet and her body felt so nice. “We’re all set in the bathroom.”

“Bathroom?” frowned her mother.

“Yes, yes, we’re trying out new makeup, Mom,” Sun lied easily. “To be ready for our slumber party.”

“And there are no boys at the slumber party?”

“Of course not,” Sun said. “The only man that will be there is Melody’s dad.”

“Oh, okay,” she nodded. “Well, don’t make a mess, okay?”

Sun rolled her dark, slanted eyes. “Of course, Mom.”

“We won’t, Mrs. Paik,” I smiled.

Sun took my hand and jerked me hard. I rushed after her and raced up the stairs. My cheeks reddened as my skirt rode up my thighs. I hoped her mom wasn’t looking because she might see my pussy.

Sun led me around the corner and to the bathroom. We burst into it. It was spacious, as bathrooms went, with a tub-shower combination, large sink, and a toilet. Sitting on the sink was a pink razor, scissors, pink shaving cream, and a small plastic bowl filled with steaming water.

Daddy ordered me to have Sun shave my pussy bare. He liked bare snatch. Apparently, my mom kept herself bare for him. Sun also shaved her cunt. When I ate her pussy out Tuesday evening while Daddy fucked me from behind, I had discovered her smooth, yummy pussy.

“Let’s do this,” Sun said and grabbed the hem of my dress. She yanked it up over my body. I lifted my arms as my round breasts popped out and then she ripped the dress over my head. My braid got caught in the fabric, and she had to fight with it before it fell down my back.

Daddy liked his women to have braided hair. Sun’s was too short though. She had a cute bob that framed her round face. Her skin was a creamy, pale-olive shade. So exotic. Sun peeled off her chemise, baring her budding breasts and dark-brown nipples.

Mine were bright pink.

“So, this doesn’t hurt, right?” I asked as she wiggled out of her jean shorts and panties in one go.

“Nope,” she said. Her shaved pussy came into view. Her slit was sealed tight, girlish and innocent just the way Daddy liked them.

Soon mine would be, too.

“It’s not much different than shaving your legs. You just need to be careful. Don’t want to cut your naughty bits.”

“No,” I gasped, my bowels clenching on my butt-plug. That would be horrible.”

“So just relax and let me take care of business.”

I nodded and didn’t fight as she sat me down on the edge of the bath tub. She gathered her supplies and set them down before me and then sat cross-legged. She pushed my thighs apart, exposing my brown bush.

Her fingers caressed my curls and came away with droplets of my excitement. “Someone’s wet,” she said before bringing her fingers to her lips. “Mmm, that’s delicious.”

I blushed and squirmed. It wasn’t the first time she had licked my pussy. Tuesday night, after Daddy fucked me, she licked my pussy clean of Daddy’s cum and gave me such a hard orgasm. She had loved the taste of my tart pussy.

Well, it was only fair since I loved the taste of her spicy snatch.

“First, we trim you,” she said. “Can’t shave hair that long.”

I nodded my head as she grabbed the small pair of scissors. I swallowed as she brought them close to my pussy and began cutting. The hairs fell down to the towel the supplies were left on. I wanted to squirm, but I didn’t need her to cut more than my hair

She hummed as she sheared my pubic hair down to a short length. Already my pussy was easier to see, my clit pink and hard, pressing out of the folds of my vulva, a bit of my labia peeking out farther down. I didn’t have quite as tight a slit as Sun.

I had been fucked many times by Daddy’s cock.

“Someone’s come out to say hi,” Sun said then leaned over and licked my clit.

“Sun!” My body twitched as her tongue swirled around my nub. Sensations shot through me. “Stop that. I can’t cum. I’m not allowed. Don’t tease me.”

She gave me an innocent grin. “Sorry, I forgot.”

I narrowed my eyebrows. I knew that grin. She didn’t forget and she wasn’t sorry.

“Now it’s not much different than shaving your legs or pit.” She grabbed the shaving cream can. The pink foam wished out and expanded onto her palm. Then she leaned over and massaged it against my pussy. I groaned, closing my eyes as the sensations rippled through me.

“You like that, huh?” she asked. “Of course you do. You have a such a hot cunt. That’s why you let your daddy fuck you.”

“Yes,” I moaned and squirmed as she kept rubbing. It seemed like far more rubbing than was necessary, but it felt so nice so I didn’t object.

Finally, she was satisfied she had coated my pubic hair with enough foam. She grabbed the razor and I tensed. I didn’t like razors. Yes, I shaved with them, but there was something about them that unnerved me. I couldn’t watch people shave in movies. Even if they weren’t horror movies and nothing bad would happen.

So I closed my eyes and tensed, my bowels gripping the butt plug so hard as Sun leaned in. I felt her breath wash along my thigh and then the first touch of the razor. She swiped it down my pubic mound, the blade scraping, cutting my hair.

“See, it’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said as she swirled the razor blade through the hot water to clean it.

I looked down at the bare swath of my pudenda. Traces of pink foam clung to the now-smooth flesh. All my pubic hairs were gone. I relaxed a bit. “I guess not.”

Sun went to work, a serious expression on her face as she worked the razor, first shaving my pudenda bare. I tensed every time the razor came close to my pussy and clit, but she never cut me. Then she worked around my slit. She slid away from my vulva, the razor slicing through my hairs.

More and more of me was bare. I could see the details of my pussy slit revealed. She worked her way counterclockwise around my slit until I was all bare. Only small bits of pink foam streaked my vulva.

“Wow,” I whispered as she grabbed a towel and dried me.

I groaned as the terry cloth rubbed my bare pussy. It was so strange. I felt it touch me everywhere. No pubic hair cushioned the towel’s fibers. I trembled and my toes curled. Sun fixed me a wicked grin as she “dried me.” I moaned. The pleasure rippled through me. My breasts rose and fell as I squirmed.

“Sun,” I panted, the pleasure building inside of me as she teased me. “I’m clean. You can stop.”

“Fine,” she pouted and pulled the towel away. She grabbed a hand mirror and held it so I could get a clear look at my pussy.

I looked so girlish and innocent, a plump vulva, flushed surrounding my gash. “Wow,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, I look so hot.”

“Yes, you do,” she purred, licking her lips and set the mirror down. “Damn, you have a pretty pussy.”

“So do you,” I giggled.

My giggles turned to gasps as Sun buried her face between my thighs and attacked my bare pussy. Her tongue licked and slid up and down my flesh. I gasped and squirmed, struggling against the pleasure roaring through my flesh.

Her tongue was so nimble and agile. She ate my pussy different than Daddy. He was aggressive, his lips so strong. He dominated my pussy with broad licks. Sun teased it. Her tongue danced through my folds, never staying in one place long before she moved on to lick in a new space. She flicked up to my clit then dived down to probe my hole.

“No, no, no,” I moaned, squirming on the tub’s lip. “You can’t, Sun. You have to stop.”

“But your pussy is so pretty. I can’t. I have to lick it.”

My body shuddered as she kept tonguing me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I squirmed. It was so wonderful. I wanted to relax into her licking tongue and let her carry me off into explosions of bliss.

But Daddy didn’t want me to cum. I couldn’t be a bad girl.

“Please, Sun, stop. You’ll get me in trouble.”

“Your dad will never know,” she moaned between licks. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “So relax and enjoy.”

“He’ll know because I’ll have to tell him,” I panted, my nipples aching. Her tongue was amazing. My orgasm built and built. It was so hard to object to the pleasure. But I didn’t want to be bad. I was a good girl. “Please, stop, Sun. Please.”

Sun licked a final time and lifted her face, her lips sticky with my juices. “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Be a good girl.”

“You want to be my daddy’s good girl, too,” I pointed out. “So you have to obey him.”

She grinned. “I do.” She stood up and leaned against the bathroom counter, her legs spreading, showing off her shaved-bare and dripping pussy. I caught her hot, spicy musk. “But he never said I couldn’t cum, right?”

“No,” I smiled as I stared at her. My pussy was on fire. It burned to be touched. I needed a distraction.

Licking Sun’s cunt looked like a great one.

I fell to my knees before my friend, eager to taste her pussy again. I licked my lips and leaned in. Her spicy musk filled my nose while her silky thighs rubbed on my cheeks. I neared her pussy lips, and then I brushed them with my mouth.

My tongue licked through her hot folds. Sun made such a purring, moaning sound. She undulated her hips and ground her face on me. I stroked her thighs as I pressed my lips into her wet petals, loving the feel of her cunt on my licking tongue and mouth. Her juices dribbled down my chin as I licked through her.

“That’s it,” Sun moaned, undulating her hips. “Oh, yes, yes. You’re such a great friend.”

I giggled. “Great friends lick each other’s pussies, huh?”

“Yes,” she nodded, her small, firm breasts jiggling.

She seized her brown nipples and pinched them as she undulated against me. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she squirmed and ground on me. My tongue slid through her folds, gathering her cream and savoring it.

I slid my hands up and down her thighs, loving how they felt as I squirmed beneath her. Licking her cunt only made me more excited, but I didn’t care. I could take being horny and frustrated for a few more hours. I wouldn’t stop loving my friend.

She shaved my pussy for me so I owed her.

Her hand seized my braid. She pulled on it as she ground her cunt on my face. She licked her lips and let out a low moan. My tongue licked faster and faster through her flesh. I teased her without mercy. I made her gasp and moan. Her head threw back, spilling with pleasure.

“Oh, yes, Melody. You’re so good at this. You’re such a wonderful friend. Oh, yes. Thank you for sharing your daddy with me and licking my pussy. Ooh, yes. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

“So much,” I panted between licks.

Her juices coated my face. I loved how sticky and warm they felt. I rubbed my face and cheeks into her pussy between licks. I reveled in her spicy musk. I squirmed my hips, my cunt itching to be touched. I squeezed her thighs to keep my hands from wondering as my tongue brushed her hymen.

Tonight, Daddy would pop this cherry. I explored the membrane with my tongue, finding a small hole I could almost wiggled my tongue all the way through. I didn’t want to try to hard. Daddy deserved to have her hymen intact.

“My daddy’s going to pop your cherry,” I moaned before licking up to her clit.

“Yes,” she hissed, her hips swiveling as she ground on my hungry mouth. “Yes, yes, yes. He’s pop my cherry while you watch. And then you’ll get to lick my pussy clean like I licked yours.”

I groaned, a wave of heat rushing from my pussy. I almost came at just the thought. I moaned about her clit and sucked so hard. I couldn’t wait for tonight. We would be so wild with Daddy. Sun I would never forget it.

Her back arched. She pulled hard on her nipples and then let out a shuddering moan. Her juices flooded my mouth as she came. She bucked and squirmed, grinding on my face. I gulped down every drop of her juices, my fingers biting into her thighs.

I wanted to rub my clit so hard and explode. I was so close to cumming. I knew it wouldn’t take much.

But I was strong.

“Holy shit,” Sun panted. “Damn, Melody, you are a wonderful pussy licker.”

I pulled my lips from her flesh and rose. I couldn’t help kissing her. Our breasts pressed together as our lips met in a hot, steamy kiss. She groaned, tasting her pussy on my lips. Her hands slid down, squeezing my ass, pulling me tight. I shuddered in her embrace.

When we broke the kiss, she purred, “Damn, we are going to have the best time ever tonight!”

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Sun and I both stood naked side-by-side before the front door as Daddy climbed out of his car. The moment we heard him pull into the driveway, we shot to the door. We were both so eager to greet him.

After shaving me this afternoon, Sun came over to my house. Of course, she stripped naked with me the moment we entered. We finished cleaning the house before having a light dinner of grilled-cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Daddy wanted us fed because the fun was starting as soon as he got home.

Sun trembled beside me as we waited for him to walk to the front door. She bit her lip and swallowed.

I flashed her a smile. “It’ll be okay. You’ll love having his cock in you.”

“Thanks,” she said.

His footsteps crunched. His blurry form appeared in the distorted glass of the door’s window. My hand reached out and snagged the door. I yanked it open as he mounted the porch. He stood so tall and powerful. Even in his suit, you could tell he was strong.

“Good evening, Daddy,” we both said together.

“Good evening,” he smiled, drinking in the sight of our eighteen-year-old bodies. He nodded his head in appreciation. The door was open. Anyone could see us.

The thrill made my pussy clench.

I took Daddy’s briefcase and tie while Sun took his suit jacket. The pair of us scrambled upstairs to put them away in his bedroom. Well, until Mom got back, it was my bedroom, too. I had slept here every night, my pussy soaked in incestuous seed.

We darted downstairs. Daddy waited for us, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, revealing muscular forearms covered in flames burning up from his wrist. “This is your chance to back down,” he said, glancing at Sun. “You don’t have to go into my workroom.”

“I want to,” she breathed.

“Then here are the ground rules. You do whatever I say, no questions ask,” he said. “If you balk, then you’ve been bad and I will spank you.”

We both nodded our heads.

“If you feel uncomfortable about something say red light. You won’t be bad if you say that.”
“Red light?” I asked.

“It’s a safe word,” Sun said. “Right? For BDSM?”

Daddy nodded.

“Do you and Mom use safe words?”

He shook his head. “Not since before we married. She is my slave. She lives the lifestyle 24/7 when she’s home. She surrendered herself to me.”

I shuddered. I wanted that. “I…I won’t say it.”

A smile curled his lips. “That’s your choice.”

“I trust you, Daddy.”

The words made me tremble. They were so powerful to say. I trust you. Almost as powerful as another three words. His strong hand cupped my chin. His thumb stroked cheek. I shuddered. He leaned down and kissed me hard.

I moaned into his kiss. I felt Sun’s eyes watching, burning with envy. I didn’t care. She could watch Daddy and me share our taboo passion. I wouldn’t say the safeword. I trusted my daddy. He would never hurt me.

He broke the kiss and said, “Follow.”

Sun and I, holding hands, padded after Daddy. He headed to the basement. He opened the door and we headed down into it. It was a typical basement, though probably cleaner than most thanks to Mom’s efforts. Cardboard boxes were staked against the wall covered in my mom’s handwriting: Xmas Lights, Xmas Decorations, Halloween Decorations, Easter Decorations, Xmas Decorations, Alice’s Clothes, Melody’s Clothes, Alice’s Dolls.

I forgot my sister used to collect them as a child. Then she hit puberty and threw them all into a box.

Daddy walked to the plain, wooden door. I had never once been passed it. I always thought it was were Daddy did crafts or something. And sometimes he and Mom would disappear into there for hours. Now I understood after googling the internet.

It was a BDSM dungeon.

The door opened onto a dark room. Daddy stepped in and flicked on a light. It didn’t get much brighter. The walls were black and different from the bare, mortared cinder blocks of the rest of the basement. It was made of a spongy wood.

“Cork,” Sun said. “To muffle sound.”

Daddy nodded.

My eyes kept scanning. One entire wall was covered in paddles, flails, riding crops, and canes, each hanging from their own nail, neat and orderly—I sensed Mom’s hand. A shelf rose from floor to ceiling and spanned another wall. It was covered in all manner of sex toys. I blushed at the sight of dildos, vibrators, strings of beads. And there were furry handcuffs and restraints, strange bars with cuffs on both ends, alligator clamps, and more butt plugs—I knew where he got the ones he used on me. Beside the shelf was a chest. The third wall had a large, X shaped stand with cuffs hanging from the top.

“A Saint Andrew’s Cross,” Sun whispered as I stared on it.

“You’ve been googling BDSM?” Daddy asked as he stood in the middle.

“Yes, Daddy,” Sun said.

Daddy smiled. He liked being called that. “Now strip me, sluts.”

“Yes, Daddy,” with both said and hurried to him.

Our hands went to the buttons of his shirt. We both smiled at each other as we tried to reach for the top. I shifted to the next one down. We worked fast, our hands hopping past the other to unfasten the next button. We had his shirt open in record time. We pushed it off his shoulders exposing his muscular chest. Barbwire tattoos ran across his sculpted pecs. On his upper, right arm was a naked woman, kneeling, a collar about her neck connected to a leash.

Our hands caressed his muscles as our fingers descend to his pants. It was so hot to touch his rock-hard flesh. Sun beamed at me, her cheeks rosy. I smiled back as our fingers reached his belt together. We fumbled, the leather rasping. His cock tented his slacks.

Daddy was excited by his good girls.

The belt whisked as I pulled it through the loops while Sun attacked his fly. She unfastened his slacks and ripped the zipper down. Daddy wore dark-blue boxers, his cock eager to be seen. I set his belt on his dress shirt and knelt with Sun as we pulled down his slacks and boxers in one motion. His cock popped out, the tip beading with his precum.

It was so delicious. I leaned forward and licked the tip.

An angry growl escaped Daddy’s lips. I froze, my tongue on his cock, then pulled it back into my mouth and blushed. “Sorry, Daddy. I got excited.”

He nodded his head. “I was planning on saving the clamps for next time, but if you can’t control yourself.” He pointed at the shelf with all the BDSM and sex toy son it. “Grab a pair of the clamps and come back.”

Clamps? Where would he put them?

“Yes, Daddy.” I raced across the room as Daddy turned to Sun. She moaned as he kissed her. I could hear their lips working together and their soft moans.

A flash of jealous shot through me. But I held it in. I was Daddy’s Good Girl. Good girl’s didn’t get jealous. They did what made their daddies happy. If he wanted to kiss Sun, then he could. And I should be happy for him.

I raced back with the clamps. They were small and opened like alligator jaws. I grabbed the first pair I could find, the ends covered by soft, red velvet. I hoped that would make it hurt less. I reached Daddy and stood still, waiting for the kiss to finish.

Sun trembled when he broke the kiss with her and turned to me. He grinned as he took the clamps. He opened one and let it snap shut before me. “What are these?”

“I don’t know, Daddy.”

“Nipple clamps,” Sun said, a smile playing on her lips.

My nipples tingled. I fought the instinct to cover my nipples. Daddy would never hurt me. He might cause me pain, but that wasn’t the same. I trusted him. Mom played these games. And so could I. He brought the clamp close to my nipple. Opened it. And let it snap shut.

I flinched.

How much would it hurt?

He brought it closer and closer to my nipple. My trembles increased. Why was he taking his time? I wanted him just to get it over with. It was worse watching it slowly drift closer and closer, opening and closing. I squirmed, my bowels clenching on my butt-plug.

The jaws engulfed my nipple. He held them open. I bit my lip as I stared at my hard, pink nub jutting into those mouth. I squirmed. I wanted to flinch. I could stop this. I just had to say red light and it would all end.

No. I trusted my daddy. I would not say—

The clamp pinched shut on my nipple. My eyes widened. I let out a yelp of pain. My nipple throbbed in the clamp. Pressure ached at the tip. The pain shot through me. I shuddered and…and…

My pussy clenched.

I took the pain for Daddy. I was his good girl and submitted to his discipline. And that excited me. I took deep breaths, controlling the moans coming from my lips. Tears ran hot down my face. He tilted my head, staring into my eyes, the other clamp opening and closing before me. His thumb brushed a tear.

“You’re doing good, slut,” he praised. “You’re being such a good girl for Daddy.”

“Thank you,” I moaned.

As he stared at me, studying me, I realized he was making sure I could take the pain. He loved me so much he wanted to make sure I could handle—

He clamped my other nipple.

The pain shocked me. I grit my teeth and groaned through it. The pain flared for a moment and then dulled into a numb throb like the other. I stared down at my nipples. The clamps waved and bobbed as I shifted, pulling my nipples, adding little discomfort.

“Wow,” Sun whispered.

“Sun,” growled Daddy. “Move that slutty ass over to the box, open it, and pull out the red rope.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Sun gasped.

Her slim ass shook as she darted to the wooden chest. It was like a pirate’s chest, the corners and sides banded in dark metal. She fell to her knees and opened it. The chest creaked. I couldn’t see what was in it from my angle. She dug around. I caught glimpses of coiled ropes, rubber tubes, and a bag full of clothespins.

Clothespins? My eyes flicked down to my nipples.

She pulled out a coiled length of red rope and presented it to Daddy. He drabbed it and began uncoiling it. “I always love tying up your mother. We’ll do something simple to start out, let you get used to the rope.

“You’ll be tied up a lot, slut.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I squirmed, which made my breasts shake and the clamps pull on my nipples. I groaned at the sudden pain.

He smiled at that. He liked seeing me in discomfort. His dick throbbed so hard before him. He liked my submission to his desires. I licked my lips and obeyed his orders. He had me lie on my back. He wrapped the rope first about my right ankle with a looping knot. He worked so fast, wrapping it about my flesh. The rope fibers were rough. They abraded my skin. It itched and burned as he pulled it taught.

I accepted the discomfort to make him happy. My ass clenched on my butt plug as I squirmed. He looped the rope about my hips, my legs securely bound together by crisscrossing knots. Then he worked along my stomach. He made a spiderweb pattern across it as he worked higher and higher to my breasts.

“You’re just big enough to do this,” he smiled.

“Not like Alice,” I said. I always liked that I was bustier than my fraternal twin sister.

“Not like Alice,” Daddy agreed as he looped the rope about my right tit. He pulled it tight.

I gasped as it bit into my flesh and lifted my breast, topped by the nipple clamp, into a mound. My tit grew red and swollen. I groaned and squirmed. The robe chaffed at my sensitive flesh and my whole tit throbbed like my nipples.

Then he did my left breast. Sun knelt nearby, her eyes wide as he worked, her fingers clenching her thighs. I bet she wanted to rub her pussy. I knew I did. Despite all the pain and discomfort, I was so horny. My head swam. This was all so new and exciting.

Lastly, Daddy bound my hands together across my stomach. I couldn’t touch my pussy even if I had permission.

“Beautiful,” he grinned.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

His eyes flashed over to Sun. “Get your slutty ass over here now, girl.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she squeaked and hopped to her feet. She raced over, her small breasts jiggling. Her body was flushed, her pupils dilated, making her eyes seem even darker. Juices trickled down her thighs and adorned her shaved pussy.

“Time to have your cherry popped. Kneel over my daughter but don’t let your pussy touch her lips. I want her to watch while I pop your cherry. She deserves to see it up close.”

Sun’s eyes widened. “Yes, Daddy, she does.”

I squirmed, licking my lips. My best friend knelt over me, her virgin pussy just out of reach of my tongue. She squirmed as Daddy straddled me next, his huge cock thrusting before him aimed right at Sun’s virgin cunt. I wanted to reach up and grab it. I wanted to stroke him then guide him to Sun’s pussy. He deserved to fuck her cherry cunt. He deserved all the pussy he wanted.

“Fuck her, Daddy,” I moaned. “Do it. Pop the little slut’s cherry.”

“Yes,” Sun moaned, her hips shivering. “Ooh, I wish your were my biological father. This would be even hotter, Daddy.”

“Yes, it would.”

His cock touched her pussy lips. He stroked her ass with his left hand as his right rubbed his dick up and down her cunt. I licked my lips, my eyes locked on the tight, plump vulva parting around the very tip of his dick. He slid it down, found the entrance to her pussy, and thrust.

Sun gasped as her cherry popped. Daddy’s hairy balls swung forward and smacked into Sun’s clit. He buried into her in one smooth motion, ripping her hymen to shreds. Sun shuddered and trembled. She gasped and moaned.

“My Daddy’s in you,” I moaned as I squirmed. “His cock is in you, Sun. You’re being a good girl.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, wow, Melody. Oh, my god, a cock’s in me. Holy shit.”

Daddy drew back his cock. Her virgin juices stained his shaft pink. She didn’t bleed much. I licked my lips as a drop of spicy cream landed on my upper lip. I savored the flavor. Then Daddy thrust in again.

Sun gasped and bucked. Her moans echoed through the dungeon. Daddy’s cock drew back and slammed in over and over. He fucked my friend so hard. I stared up at them, trembling, watching, my body squirming in the ropes. It was so hot. Her pussy clung tight to his wide shaft. Her pussy looked so small compared to his dick. He stretched her open.

It was wonderfully obscene.

Daddy grunted with his strokes, savoring her tight cunt. I bit my lip, wanting to lift my body up and lick her cunt and Daddy’s cock all at the same time. It would be so hot. I craned my head, but bound I couldn’t leverage myself up or use my elbows to help.

My tongue wiggled just out of reach.

“Oh, my god, Melody,” she gasped. “Daddy’s fucking me. He’s ramming his huge cock in me.”

“He is,” I moaned.

“Oh, god, I’m going to cum. This is so hot. He’s in me so deep. He’s filling me up. This is so wonderful.”

“Thank him,” I moaned, squirming, my nipples waving. My breasts and nipples both throbbed in wonderful agony.

“Thank you, Daddy,” moaned Sun. “Thank you for fucking my virgin pussy with your big, thick cock.”

“I always fuck slutty good girls,” he growled. “Shit, yes. Take my cock.”

“I am.”

His strokes grew wilder. She rocked into him. His balls smacked over and over into her clit. The sound echoed through the room. Her juices dripped on my face. I loved them. Hot drops that perfumed the air with her spicy musk. Sun’s moans grew louder. Her small breasts jiggled. She leaned her head down, grunting as she took Daddy’s dick.

Sun came.

Her screams were so loud. Her juices flooded out around Daddy’s cock. They splashed onto my face. I opened my mouth wide, drinking the cream. I savored how delicious they tasted in my mouth. I swirled them through my mouth as I savored them.

“Cum in me,” moaned Sun. “Please, please, please. Dump your cum in my cunt.”

“But my other good girl needs my cock,” he growled and ripped his dick from Sun’s cunt. Her once tight pussy gaped open. I could see into her pink depths as Daddy forced her ass down. Her pussy smothered my mouth.

I groaned, licking. Sun squirmed on me. I couldn’t see any longer. But I felt Daddy. He lifted my hips up as my tongue flew through my friend’s pussy. My bound legs went over his right shoulder as he lifted me. His hands stroked my ass then his fingers dipped in and found the butt plug.

He ripped it out.

I groaned and shuddered as my ass was suddenly empty after a day of being filled. I tongued Sun faster. I knew what was about to happen. He was about to take my anal cherry. My last virgin hole. My toes curled.

I was ready for it.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” I moaned into Sun’s pussy. My head swimming.

Daddy’s wet cock, soaked in Sun’s juices, pressed against my sphincter. He slid in easily, my asshole still open from the butt plug. He had stretched me out, prepared me for his big dick. I gasped as he dived deep into my bowels. The burning, strange sensation washed through me, mixing with the discomfort of the rope and the aching throb in my breasts and nipples.

He drew back and thrust again and again. My toes curled. I purred my delight into Sun’s pussy as he reamed my asshole. His dick was so thick. The butt plug was wide, but not as wide as his cock. I trembled, my body drinking in every sensations.

“Yes, yes, fuck my ass,” I moaned between licks.

“Pound her ass, Daddy,” Sun moaned as she writhed on my face. “Oh, yes, pound the slut’s ass.”

Daddy grunted. “Such a tight, hot ass.”

“Your ass, Daddy,” I moaned. “I want to be your slave. Like Mommy. I want to be owned by you.”

“Yes.”

His answer shuddered through me. My body tensed. My bowels clenched on his dick. My pussy ached. “May I cum, Daddy?”

“As much as you like,” he answered as he pounded my ass, his arms hugging my legs.

His words triggered me. I was his slave and he had given me permission to cum. I bucked and shuddered. My ass writhed about his cock. I moaned my bliss into Sun’s pussy. The pain and pleasure merged together as I thrashed in the ropes bounds.
My ass spasmed on his thrusting cock. I drank in the burning sensation along with the pain. They all mixed in my mind. Pain became pleasure became pain. Over and over, oscillating between the two. I gasped and moaned into Sun’s pussy as I thrashed.

My world changed. I went beyond myself. The sensations overwhelmed my thoughts. There was only Daddy’s cock pounding my ass. I drifted through a new space of rapture. It bathed my brain. It was nothing I had ever experienced.

I loved it.

I never wanted it to end.

Distant moans and gasps reached across the void. “Daddy raised such a good girl.”

The words increased my ecstasy. I was such a good girl. I was. And my daddy gave me such bliss in exchange.

Hot cum spurted into my asshole. It snapped me out of my drifting thoughts. I groaned and shuddered. Everything was jumbled together. Sun lay on her side, panting. I tasted her pussy on my lips. She had soaked me. I didn’t remember making her cum.

“Holy shit, you were out of it,” Sun said.

“Subspace,” Daddy grunted as he pulled his cock out of my ass. His cum dribbled out. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing, Daddy,” I smiled.

He leaned down and kissed me. I squirmed in my bondage, my body pumping with pleasure. I was Daddy’s slave now. I hoped Mom never came home. I never wanted this to end and I couldn’t wait for Daddy to show us more ways to have fun by submitting to him.

To be Continued…

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my girlfriend and mumhit it off….

I had only just started dating my girlfriend Kirsty when we went to meet my family. Now kirtsy is 5 foot slim and lovely 38d breasts and the day i met her i knew i was going to spend my life with her. So we set off to my parents home it was only a short drive and i sensed Kirsty was nervous about meeting my family. Rubbing her thigh and assured her that my mum didn’t bite and it would all be ok. We pulled up outside my mums bungalow and i gave her a long deep kiss and cupped her breast in my hand and gentle caressed it through her top and bra feeling her nipple start top get hard pulling away “stop i can hardly meet you mum with hard nipples can i” she giggled. We got out the car walked down the path and were welcomed by my mum and sister at the door.
My mum is in her late 50s about 4’9’’ and slightly overweight but with massive breasts and my sister is 5’6’’ and slim with firm breasts and a nice arse. We said our hello’s at the door and went into the hall which led to the kitchen at the far end of the house.
“Kettles on who wants a cuppa” mum said. So we all settled down and chatted for a while mum and Kirsty were getting on really well when mum suggested that Kirsty might like to try some summer dresses on as she was looking a little hot in her jeans and top. So off they went down the hall to mums bed room which left me and my sister chatting. My sister said she was going to the shop and did i want anything which i didn’t so we called out to mum and Kirsty and asked if they wanted anything and got no reply so i went down the hall and tapped on the door and asked again and got a definite no so i walked away and let my sister know.
she went out and left me on my own i heard her car start and pull away and thought to myself how short mum and Kirsty had been so i crept down the hall and could here giggling coming from the bedroom. I knelt down to try and see through the key hole but something was hanging in the way so i crept outside and looked in through the window. In the mirror i could see Kirsty in a summer dress standing in front of mum who was sitting on her bed.
“ Try this one on it will really suit you” she said
Kirsty smiled and started unbuttoning the front of the dress.
“Let me help you with those they can be so fiddely” mum said as she stood up. Kirsty moved her hands out of the way as mum undid the remaining buttons letting the dress drop to the floor. My girlfriend was standing there in her white bra and matching knickers.
“mammy” was all i heard come from mum as she reached forward to cup Kirsty breasts i saw Tim do this to you in the car and couldn’t wait to see how they felt Kirsty stepped back “look i don’t want to seem rude but….”mum lent forward and kissed her full on the lips exploring her mouth with her tongue her hand moving to her back undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
I couldn’t believe what was happening my mum was seducing my girlfriend not knowing i was watching i could feel my cock starting to rise in my shorts i undid them and continued to watch.
“Please” say Kirsty.
“Now now young lady I’m sure you’re going to enjoy this”
“What about Tim”
“He’s gone out to the shop we have plenty of time”
Mum lowered her head and took Kirsty right nipple into her mouth and sucked on it very gently.
Kirsty seemed to relax and stared to fumble with mums blouse undoing the buttons as quickly as possible. Wanting to get to release her huge breasts.
I now had my hand down my shorts slowly stroking my cock watching as my mum sucked one then the other nipple making them hard as she did, Kirsty pulled her blouse of an lifted one of her huge breasts out of its protective bra squeezing it in both hands before sucking on its huge hard nipple. Mum held her head not letting her stop telling her to suck it hard. God this was amazing my shorts had dropped to my ankles and my shaft was sticky with pre cum as i wanked myself when i heard a noise behind me!
I turned around to see my sister back from the shop looking at me oddly with my cock in my hand not knowing what to do i started to pull my shorts back up as she walked towards me. My shorts were by my knees when she reached me lifting her foot she pushed them down again.
“Whets going on here” she asked. Slapping my cock playfully, ”shhh mum and Kirsty are playing in there and they will here you”
“playing what do you mean playing” she said looking over my shoulder getting an eye full of Kirsty arse in the process.
Looking down at me.
“don’t let me stop you having you fun actually i might watch with you”
So we both looked back into the window mum was now naked and Kirsty was sitting on her bed with mum on her knees in front of her kissing and sucking her nipples. Kirsty moved back and opened her legs a little wider pushing down on mums shoulder urging her to taste her smooth pussy. Mums head dropped to her pussy eased her knickers to one side and slow started to lick her finding her clit with the tip of her tongue. Kirsty reached up for her own breasts and started to play with her nipples squeezing them between her finger and thumb letting out a loud moan each time her clit was touched.
My sister had lifted her skirt up and was slowly fingering her knicker less crutch i reached across and felt her breast forcing my hand into her top making her moan as i played with her nipples feeling them grow as Kirsty had my mums. Moving me so i was standing in front of her she took my cock and started sucking it taking my full length into her mouth.
“Finger my pussy i want to cum” was all i heard coming from the bedroom i looked back in to see mum pushing two fingers into kirstys very wet pussy.
“aaaarrrrrgggghhh thatssssss soooo good finger me harder” she cried as mum stuffed three fingers into her pumping in and out really hard.
My cock was no longer being sucked and i was being moved behind my sisters pussy.
“I want to watch her cum whilst you fuck me little brother” my cock felt huge as i pushed it into wet pussy feeling her tighten around my shaft this was my sister but i didn’t care. I was fucking her whilst my mum fingered my girlfriend. I looked back into the bedroom to see mums fingers replaced a long black dildo which was pumping my girlfriends pussy a good six inches were up her and at least another four left to go
“your going to take all of this aren’t you and i want you to come” mum said as she pushed even more of the black toy into kirstys trembling pussy.
This was getting to much for me ,my sisters tight pussy pulling at my cock as i fucked her ,her hand between her legs furiously fingering her swollen clit pushing back into my as my pace started to quicken fucking her as we watched my mum fucking Kirsty my girlfriend with ten inches of black pleasure i knew i was close my balls started to tighten as i started to fuck her my balls slapping arse pulling her back into me as my cum filled my sisters hole feeling her tense as her orgasm burst through her body. We stayed still watching as mum pushed the didlo deep into kirtsys tight hole her eyes screwed shut as her orgasm also hit feeling it slide in and out as wave after wave hit her. God she was enjoying it i pulled my cock out and watched as my cum oozed out of my sisters pussy.
I pulled my shorts up and my sister straightened her skirt and we made our way back to the front of the house. We entered the house and made plenty of noise so they knew we were home. Mum called out “is right with you just finishing off in here give us five minutes”. They both came through to the living room and i asked how it went.
Kirsty replied “yeah it was really nice to get to know your mum so well” and smiled a knowing smile at me. We had to leave a little while later we said our good byes and got in the car as we pulled away Kirsty asked “did your sister suck your cock as well as i do” and patted my now growing cock now that’s another story……………..

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I promised sex last time, and sex you shall have. All participants in this story no younger than 18 years of age.

Upstairs, Brie sat in front of a mirror and combed the knots out of her hair. It was still ratty from her time in the water. Meanwhile, Elsie dug through Brie’s messy closet, seeing what she could procure from her friend’s wardrobe. Neither of them had yet dressed. Elsie pulled out a white teeshirt that was two sizes too big for either of them. The shirt said “Bye hater” on it.

“OMG,” Elsie said, “Remember when you wore this all the time?”

Brie rolled her eyes at the oversized garment. “Yesss, I thought I was so hip-hop back then.”

“Brie, hip-hop is the last thing you’ll ever be,” Elsie teased. She pulled the shirt on and flipped her hair out of it. She posed cheekily.

Brie gave her a once-over, “You wear it better than I ever did. I bet even Mia would approve.”

Elsie lit up at the suggestion. She twisted in the mirror, smoothing the shirt down her body as she examined her figure. It came down just over her butt. “You think so?”

“You can have it, if you want.”

“Really? You don’t want it?”

“Nah, I just use it as a night shirt anyway. Something to sleep in.”

A lightbulb went off in Elsie’s head, “Oh yeah, you know what we should do tonight? We should have a sleepover! I thought of it when I was getting my swimming suit, so I packed an extra outfit in my duffel bag, just in case.”

“That sounds fun! I’ll ask my parents over dinner.”

Just then, Warrick called from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready!”

“We’re coming!” Brie called back.

Elsie giggled and then moaned pornographically, feigning masturbation, “We’re cumming.” Brie frowned and smacked her friend on the shoulder, which made Elsie laugh even harder.

Brie quickly finished getting ready, leaving her bikini top on and slipping back into her gray sweatpants. Elsie reached under the oversized shirt and untied one side of her bottoms. “Guess I don’t need these on anymore.” She released the strands, winking at Brie as they slid down her leg and she stepped out. Brie inhaled deeply, pushing back against a nervous sensation flooding her chest. They headed down the stairs to dinner.

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Over dinner, Brie put in her request for the sleepover.

“I don’t know,” said Warrick, “I was kind of hoping for a quiet evening.” He flung his head in Elsie’s general direction.

Elsie pleaded, “Pleeease, Warrick.” And then in a whisper, “I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t you girls have school in the morning?”

Brie countered, “No, tomorrow’s Sunday. And besides, you and mom had Ivy sleep over on Thursday, and that’s a school night.”

Warrick shot a glance at his wife, who gave a smirking nod of admission back. This was the first they knew that Brie had overheard the friend and junior coworker of Hazel’s. “True,” Warrick conceded, “But we’re adults and we get to break the rules.”

Brie turned to Hazel, “Please, mommy?”

“Please!” echoed Elsie.

“It’s up to your father.”

Not wanting to be the villain, Warrick finally relented with a sigh, much to the girls’ excitement and also to the detriment of his eardrums. After they finished eating, the girls cleared the table and Hazel started on the dishes.

Warrick herded them into the family room. “You girls want to watch a movie or play a game?”

“No, let’s play the Nintendo,” Elsie replied.

“Okay, I’ll get it set up.” Warrick flicked the remote and turned on the television. He pulled out a vintage Nintendo console and popped in the the third Super Mario Bros. game. Being as it was an older system, the length of the cables prevented whomever had the controller to sit on the couch and play at the same time, so the player had to sit in the middle of the room.

Elsie was up first. She sat down, cross-legged on the carpet and started plugging away at the first level. “These graphics are so old!” she giggled.

“This is a classic game,” Warrick retorted, finding a seat on the couch. “They did amazing things with the technology for the time.”

“Still, doesn’t change how old it is, hah!”

Warrick was unable to argue her point.

Meanwhile, Brie sat on the couch next to her father. As they both looked on, watching Elsie’s progress, Warrick lazily rubbed his daughter’s back with one hand. Brie felt both comforted and relaxed by its presence on the bare parts of her back. It kind of tickled, and goosebumps rose up. She shivered and sighed deeply.

Warrick noticed her breathing and felt sudden clarity in his actions, realizing that his absent-minded stroking might be having real implications for his daughter’s sensitive nerve endings. He stopped and patted her on the shoulder, resting his hand there.

Brie didn’t want the feeling to stop, though, so she turned to him, flashing a smile, and quietly said, “Daddy, that feels good. Keep doing it.”

Warrick was unsure that it would be wise to honor her request, but he was too charmed by her impish smile to fight it and again began to lightly rub her back and shoulders. He figured he could send her up to her room if her new, erotic tendencies began to get out of hand.

But Brie was trying her hardest to stay extra-engaged with the game on the TV. She didn’t want to be banished to her room, she just wanted to enjoy herself. She pushed back against the warm feelings she was harboring in her belly.

In front of them, Elsie was doing pretty well, but eventually a rogue fireball took Mario’s life and it was time to switch players. “That was cheap!” she cried out and turned to her friend. “You’re up.”

Brie slipped down from the couch and plopped herself onto the floor next to Elsie. She attempted a run of the first world, but her fingers felt sluggish. She was unable to make Mario perform accurately and so she stumbled through the level. To her credit, she nearly made it to the end, but before she did, Mario fell to his doom. “Fuck me!” she shouted.

“Easy now, Brie,” Warrick scolded, “Don’t let your mom hear you talking like that.”

Elsie laughed uproariously.

“Sorry, dad,” the girl replied, returning to the couch.

Once again, Elsie took the reigns and began her next run. Unlike Brie, she was not quite so distracted, and her playtime was much longer. Warrick resumed treating his daughter to a back rub. He enjoyed having more-or-less unrestricted access to her smooth, slender back, save for the places covered by the scanty strings of her swimming top. He switched up from using his fingertips to lightly scratching her with his nails. Brie inhaled deeply and quickly exhaled, letting only the quietest of moans escape her lips.

Warrick heard, but still he persisted. As he dragged his fingernails across her shoulders and up the nape of her neck, Brie felt some of her girl-cum dribble into the crotch of her sweatpants.

“Damn it!” shouted Elsie. A bouncing turtle shell had taken her next life. She turned to Brie and noticed the special treatment her dad was giving her. Brie gazed back and blushed. Elsie smirked, “It’s your turn again.”

“Um, okay,” Brie replied, quietly. She crawled back onto the floor.

Elsie, this time, took a spot on the couch instead of staying put next to her friend. She hoped that Warrick would rub her back, too, recalling the special attention he had given her at the pool that afternoon. Briefly, he didn’t move, so she leaned into him and flashed him a quick smile. He smiled back at her, albeit cautiously, but his constitution crumbled and he placed a hand over her tee-shirt covered back. As Brie careened through the stage, Warrick lightly massaged the young girl beside him.

Warrick’s heart pounded. He could tell that Elsie was flirting with him, but he couldn’t really grasp her true intentions. Was she really attracted to him, or was it just building hormones guiding her suggestive actions? Or was it his own hormones seeing something sexual in the innocent young girl seated beside him that wasn’t actually there? More shouting snapped him out of his contemplation.

“I died again!”

“Already?” whined Elsie, “You did that on purpose!”

Brie was taken aback. “What?”

“You’re dying so that I have to play the game and you can just sit here and watch!”

“No I’m not, you’re just better at it than I am.”

“Just go again!”

“I can’t go again, it’s your guy up!”

“Girls!” Warrick interrupted, “If nobody wants to play the game, we don’t have to, but you’re the ones who suggested it.” He wondered if they were fighting over his attention. “Let’s not end a friendship over Mario.” The girls exchanged sheepish glances. “Why don’t we watch a movie instead?”

They all agreed and rifled through the movies available to stream.

“Daddy, can we watch a rated-R movie?” Brie asked.

“Oh I don’t know, do you think you’re mature enough to handle it?” Warrick asked in return.

Brie rolled her eyes and said, “Yesss.”

“Can we watch a rated-X movie, Daddy?” Elsie asked brightly, batting her eyes, clearly being sarcastic.

Warrick brushed off the fact that she, too, had called him daddy and chuckled. “Very funny. Anyway, there aren’t any rated-X movies to stream on here.”

“How about this one?” Brie pointed to a sci-fi film called “Barbarella”. It says it’s rated PG.

Warrick was unfamiliar with it, but it looked like an adventure film, akin to “Star Wars”. “That looks like a good one to watch. Fire it up.”

They hit play and Warrick turned off the lights. He seated himself back on the couch, and the movie flickered to life on the screen. Brie crawled onto his lap while Elsie sat next to him, seating herself at the front edge of the couch cushion. From this vantage, Warrick was able to attend to both of them, one with either hand, and he recommenced rubbing, and lightly massaging the two bodies in front of him.

The movie began to play and an astronaut floated into the frame in a kitschy, psychedelic costume. As the opening credits played, the astronaut peeled off its gloves, revealing feminine hands inside. From there, the woman continued into a kind of sensual, zero-gravity strip tease, slowly peeling off parts of the suit one-by-one. Warrick and the girls were shocked to see her floating in space and climbing completely out of her clothes.

“Whoa,” Elsie whispered.

Just then, Hazel entered the dark room. She was still in her bathing suit, and remained topless from earlier in the day. By now on the TV screen, Jane Fonda was fully nude, and flashing glimpses of her breasts to the camera. “What on earth are you all watching?”

“Sorry honey, it said it was rated PG. It’s 1960s sci-fi. We can turn it off.”

“Well, I suppose it’s fine,” she relented, “Most of us here have boobs already. How raunchy could a movie be in the ’60s, after all?” She took a seat on a recliner nearby. “Brie, honey, come sit on my lap and and let me give you your medicine.”

Brie rolled her eyes and sighed, and crawled out of Warrick’s lap. She climbed up onto the chair with her mother and Hazel produced a syringe. Brie opened her mouth while Hazel pushed in the plunger, which she did with a little too much force. While most of the gooey syrup fell into the girl’s mouth, much of it splattered up the length of her nose and onto her cheeks.

“Ew, Mom, you got it all over me!”

Hazel chuckled and defended herself. “Sorry! It’s dark in here. I couldn’t see what I was doing.”

Brie reached a hand up to wipe it off, but Hazel stopped her, “Here, let me do it.” She then leaned in and suddenly licked the solution right off her daughter’s nose.

Brie reeled back, “Mom! Gross! Don’t lick me!”

“Can we keep it down?” barked Warrick.

Hazel laughed aloud, “Okay, okay! It was just a prank.” She held her daughter by the cheeks and wiped the rest of the medicine off her face with her thumbs. When she was done, Brie turned around and leaned back into her mother, laying her head upon her soft, bare breasts.

“It tastes good, though,” Hazel followed up.

“What’s it taste like?” Warrick inquired, himself curious about the strange medicine.

Hazel sighed wistfully. “Tastes a bit like… my childhood.” She brought her sticky thumb up to her nose and gave a sniff before sucking it off her thumb, savoring the flavor this time.

“What do you mean?” Warrick was confused.

“It tastes like the medicine I had to take when I was sick.”

Warrick could only imagine it must taste like sugary artificial cherry flavoring, but then remembered Brie had said it was salty when the doctor fed her her first dose.

Meanwhile, on the TV, the movie turned out to be an out-and-out cheese-fest, but it was surprisingly racy. The first scene featured Barbarella rewarding a man she had just met with sex. Of course, it was only implied as their futuristic carriage skated around an icy plane, but Brie was taken by it, nonetheless. She imagined what scenes could be happening inside the man’s circling vessel. To date she had never been with a man, but she was suddenly feeling curiously keen on trying it out. A buzzing in her head began to grow, and her cheeks tingled as she daydreamed about some of the boys in her school.

With Brie now sitting on Hazel’s lap, Elsie noted that Warrick’s was open, so she decided to climb aboard. Warrick didn’t mind at all. He continued to rub her back and shoulders through her oversized tee-shirt, now free to use both hands on her at the same time. Elsie purred and found herself getting used to his touch. After her lengthy massage at the pool, and now being close to Warrick again, she felt like she was being put under a spell, and one she liked, at that. Sitting on one of his legs, she spread her legs across his thigh and held onto his knee with her small hands for balance. She occasionally leaned into her arm, pressing her forearm against her crotch, feeling an electric sensation from her pussy every time she applied pressure there.

Warrick could feel the girl rocking slightly on his leg as he continued to rub her shoulders. He silently wished she were rocking on his hardening shaft instead. Between his still-topless wife, his perpetually turned on child, the sexy movie playing, and the sweet, young thing turning to putty in his hands, he felt like he was watching a lit fuse on a powder keg, edging ever closer to explosion.

Brie felt safe in the warmth of her mother’s embrace. While she was enjoying the strangely risqué feature on the television, she felt distracted by the warm softness of her mom’s chest. Losing interest in the screen, she shifted in her lap so that she could gaze upward at the shapely cones of the bosom before her. The nipples that capped them off seemed to call out to her. She wanted to touch them, to suck on them. The world around her began to fade away, and she fixed her vision upon them. When she thought that nobody was paying attention, she reached up and brushed her hand, with her tingling fingers, against one. Hazel, of course, noticed, but only gave a sigh finished off with a soft moan. This emboldened Brie, who felt like her head was filling with gauze. She puckered her lips slightly, imagining what it would be like to take one of those nipples into her mouth. She quickly became fascinated with her mother’s boobs, and ignored the movie that played. She gently kneaded one breast, and then the other. Beneath her, she felt her mother’s legs quiver.

Hazel dragged her fingers across Brie’s bare arms, lightly tracing up and down their length, from her girl’s shoulders, down to the fingertips that were themselves now drawing circles around her own areola. She glanced over at Warrick, but he was either too focused on the movie, or perhaps too focused on massaging the nymph in front of him to notice the two of them. Her child’s head was so close to her nipple that she could feel her warm breath cascade across it in rhythmic pants. It made her giddy inside and gave her flesh goose bumps. She reminisced about how she and her daughter used to sit in that very chair and feed. She knew what Brie needed once again, and she shifted her weight slightly, directing one of the stiffening buds ever closer to her daughter’s pouting lips.

Brie’s base instinct kicked in and she took to it readily. Hazel again moaned softly as her daughter’s warm lips engulfed her nipple. She considered that it wasn’t too many years ago that Brie was weaned from her breast. Now, here she was once again, suckling her daughter, who indulged with the vigor of a newborn baby. It wasn’t just erotic, it was sacred.

Meanwhile, Elsie was distracted from the movie at hand and noticed what was happening in the recliner across the room, though she dared not make a comment. She was loving the attention she was getting from Warrick and didn’t want to draw attention to him nor herself. She deeply desired to shed the shirt she wore, along with the rest of her inhibitions, and allow Warrick total access to her body. But, given that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, she realized that would leave her completely naked and sitting on top of Warrick’s lap! She begrudged that it wasn’t such a great idea in front of his wife. Nevertheless, she dared to push the envelope a little further. She turned to Brie’s dad and whispered, “Can you rub my back… for real, I mean?”

Warrick swallowed hard and paused to consider. He had been attending to her, but he had always kept his hands over her shirt. Now she was asking him to delve underneath, to make skin-to-skin contact with the young girl. Elsie shifted her weight and lifted the back hem from under her butt to give him access. Warrick obliged and, as he moved his hands under the garment, he became starkly aware that the girl wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Below the bottom of her shirt, he caught a glimpse of the top of the crack of her small, bare ass sat atop his knee. He even recognized a familiar, warm, satiny moisture seeping from her bare split. While the logistics were a bit awkward, he was able to surreptitiously access her backside without exposing their ploy to his wife. However, as he worked his hands up to her shoulders, his arms pulled the bottom of her shirt up high enough to leave everything below her hipbones exposed. If Hazel or Brie had looked over, they would have surely seen her young cunny glistening in the flickering light of the television.

Elsie balked and quickly yanked the front hem down to cover her crotch so she wouldn’t be caught. Still, her ass continued to peek out from underneath the back of her shirt. Even so, she loved the feeling of Warrick’s hands on her bare flesh, which was magnified by the added thrill that she was doing something naughty. Though she attempted to focus on the movie, she began to enter a trance.

On the recliner, Brie continued to sip at her mother’s breast, encouraged by the woman’s increasingly ragged breathing and light whines. In Brie’s world, these sounds were amplified, like the beating of a drum, combined with the moans of a porn star. Hazel’s rubbery nipple was stiff inside her mouth, and she tongued at it like a baby might. It felt both wrong and right, at the same time, to be sexually engaged with her own mom, and Brie gave in fully to her desires. Her head was buzzing and her own breathing was becoming labored.

Beneath her sweatpants, she felt her girl cum dribbling out of her puss and down her crack. It only distracted her from her mother just enough to wonder if she could get away with masturbating right then and there in the living room in view of her parents and even Elsie. It didn’t seem so risky, she thought. After all, only her father had yet to directly experience her torrents of bliss this weekend. Her mother had helped her get off in the car just the day before, and Elsie had shared an orgasm with her at the mall earlier that same day. Even her dad had witnessed something happening at the pool.

She fought through the fog in her head, detached herself from the breast of her attentive mom and glanced over at her dad. She saw him still rubbing Elsie’s shoulders, but he had now moved under her shirt. She could see the side of her friend’s little butt on his knee and wondered if he noticed that she was naked underneath the single thin layer of cotton of her tee-shirt. She began, too, to wonder if her father was hard. She wondered what his penis looked like. It had been years since she had seen his cock—albeit never erect—but she had overheard her parents’ fuck sessions many times. Her mother, in particular, wasn’t subtle about it when they were together, always moaning, often swearing, in pleasure. Brie wondered why she couldn’t be just as brazen there in the darkness.

She returned to nursing at her mother’s breast and her mind raced. She daydreamed about dicks shooting spunk when a man like her father was aroused enough, and she felt a growing curiosity to know what that looked like. She was now quite familiar with the flood of her own cum, but not that of a man. She felt strangely ashamed that she had never seen her father’s cum up close. But she chided herself internally, for what normal young girl would ever see such a thing from her father. Nevertheless, she now despaired at so many missed opportunities through the years. Whenever she used to hear her parents fooling around, she would go outside, if it was daytime, or cover her ears with her pillow. But why, she wondered, didn’t she ever feel the desire to go and watch before now?

As she dreamed about her father’s payload, her mind again wandered to the medicine she had to take. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before. She wondered if it was at all like what a man would produce. She began to imagine herself covered in it. She fantasized about it splashing over her face, and glazing her pussy. Though her mom had already given her a dose, she felt the need for more.

She popped Hazel’s nipple out of her mouth and spoke. “Mom, I think I need more medicine.”

Hazel inhaled slowly, her breath shuddering, and spoke quietly. “Yeah?”

Brie nodded back silently.

“Okay, let’s go upstairs and get you as much as you need.” She grasped her daughter and heaved herself up off the chair. She carried Brie in her arms and left the room.

Both Warrick and Elsie stared at the two of them, following their path intently, as they crossed the room and exited through the doorway. As soon as Hazel had left the room, the two remaining paramours dispensed with their reticence with reckless abandon. Warrick’s hands moved along underneath Elsie’s shirt directly to her front side. His touch was firm, and he rubbed across her fit tummy and headed upwards to grope the slight mounds of her small tits. She cooed and arched backwards, thrusting her chest out and craning her neck around to speckle his chin and jaw with kisses. His hands circled and massaged her modest breasts. He grasped her aching nipples. She raised her arms slightly and Warrick instantly got the hint and stripped her shirt right over her head in one fluid motion.

Elsie shivered with a chill, having her one and only layer removed so swiftly. She also attributed her goosebumps to her nerves. No man, no boy for that matter, had ever treated her like this, ever made her feel like this. The man behind her, her best friend’s dad, felt strong in contrast with her tiny, young frame, and she reveled in his directness. Still facing away from him on his lap, she reached back and wrapped her arm around his neck, leaning into him, brushing her soft face against his rough, stubbly one. She arched her back, pushing her chest out to meet his hands, which roamed freely up and down her body. He dipped his fingers down over her tummy, closer to her slit, and she became aware of her flowing natural lubrication.

Part of her felt depraved, like she should put an end to this, to stop the madness, before they took things too far. But another, stronger part of her knew she was helpless in his presence and would let it continue. It was not a choice as much as an inevitability, but one she gladly made peace with. She rocked her hips atop his thigh, sliding the length of her slick pussy up and down, from her watering hole up to the nub of her electrified clit, leaving behind a glossy streak on his leg.

Warrick worked his fingers down her belly until at last he reached the top of her virginal crack. His index finger pressed beneath the folds of her lips and found the stiff bundle of her love bump. He lifted the hood covering it and brushed over the sensitive nerve endings. Elsie moaned aloud. One of her hands instinctively tore at the waistband of his trousers. Warrick’s fingers danced across her clit, sending her limbs flailing and ruining her concentration, though she managed to just get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Her small hand ducked under the waistband of his underwear and found his swollen cock waiting. Warrick groaned aloud as she grasped for it with petite hands. She pulled it from underneath the fabric. A bead of precum formed at the tip and turned into a rivulet that rolled down his shaft. She stroked it and worked the clear lubricant around his shaft, her inexperience apparent, but desirable just the same.

Warrick couldn’t hold back any longer, and in one swift motion, he scooped his daughter’s young friend up off his knee, turned her around to face him, and laid her on her back upon the floor. Her legs instinctively splayed wide and her blushing gash parted slightly. He knelt between her knees, tugging his underwear down over his thighs.

Elsie gazed through slit eyes as Warrick towered above her in the dim light, his cock swaying into view. She felt excitement and terror at the same time. It was her first time, and it was with her friend’s dad. And Brie and Hazel had no sooner left the room. They could be back at any moment, she thought.

Then her mind flashed briefly to her parents. They would surely be disappointed to find her here, naked and on display for a much older man, desperate to be made his, desperate to be penetrated. She wished her mom and dad were as exciting as Brie’s parents. She thought about Brie’s comments about her mother earlier in the day, how the older woman had offered to help her get off. She wondered if her friend was telling the truth. And she wondered if, indeed, Hazel had fingered her daughter, or had maybe even gone further. She wondered if they were upstairs making love right now.

Warrick, too, thought of his wife and his daughter. He knew Hazel had taken Brie to get her medicine, but he didn’t know how long that would take. He briefly wondered if they’d come back mere moments from now and catch him hovering over Elsie or in the salacious act that he was moving ever closer to performing with her. He gazed down at his protege and her narrowed eyes pleaded for him to continue. Her hips humped upwards along with her heaving breath, her precious crack only just managing to brush against his burning cock.

Warrick swallowed hard and leaned forward to press the head of his dick at the top of her slick slit, then slid down until it lined up at the entrance of her tunnel. Elsie pursed her lips and whimpered, “Yes, yes,” nodding her head wildly. Her mewling turned into a loud moan as he pressed inside slowly, feeding the girl a cock for the first time in her life. He rocked slowly in and out of her tight pussy, making room for himself bit by bit.

The small girl hissed and swore in pleasure underneath him. For Elsie, it was a feeling she had never felt before. It was something very different from when she used her own fingers, or indeed, even when Brie had fingered her at the mall earlier that day. His erection was hot inside of her, filling her completely, and her insides electrified as the ridged head skimmed the velvety pleats of her channel.

Warrick gasped as he felt the girl’s warm pussy slowly engulf his rod. She was so tight that he found it difficult to maneuver inside of her, and he could feel her unconsciously clamping rhythmically down on his shaft, making it even harder to get all the way in. He pressed the weight of his body against hers and she spread her legs even further, trying to coax him in as far as he could go. At last he felt his cock reach the end of her tunnel and they both knew he could go no further. He paused there and they both moaned and whimpered for a few moments.

Elsie looked down her body to where her’s joined with his. She could see the end of his shaft before it disappeared inside of her. She could see where her own body split. Her plump labia wrapped, stretching, tightly around the girth of his cock. “It’s amazing,” she panted. She craned her neck upwards to see Warrick and he smiled lustily down at her. She suddenly felt depraved, and turned her head away, thrilled and embarrassed at the same time by his attention. “I…”

“What is it, Els?” Warrick pried.

After a pause, Elsie formed the words, “I just wish you were… my dad.”

Warrick’s heart pounded, but his cock leapt inside of her. He was unsure where she was going with this, wondering if she wanted him to pull out. But something about the sentiment of caring for her as a father turned him on incredibly, “What do you mean, honey? You want to be Brie?”

Elsie continued to stare into the distance, “No, nothing like that. It’s just that…” she paused, unsure if she was revealing too much, “Then we’d live together, and we could do this every night, like I do with my sister.” She then turned to look at him and said with a very serious look in her eyes, “I wouldn’t tell anyone. I haven’t told anybody about Mallory.”

Again Warrick’s cock swelled inside and he wondered if he was going to cum right then and there. Instead, he kept quiet and concentrated, doing math equations in his head, staving off thoughts of what this girl was doing with her sister, in addition to the impending eruption swelling in his balls. He swallowed hard again and rasped, “Well, kiddo, I can be your daddy for tonight and we can see how it goes after that, how does that sound?”

Elsie’s pleading eyes warmed into a soft smile. “That sounds good.” She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. As her head fell back to the carpet, her expression again began to plead and a new hot flood of her essence began to drain from her crack. She squeezed the muscles of her vagina tightly around Warrick’s cock and begged, “Take me, Daddy.”

Warrick needed no more encouragement and backed the length of his cock out of her body. Elsie covered her mouth with her hand and bawled through the entire journey. Just as his knob popped from within the elastic rim of her hole, he looked down her body to line up again. He was massive, especially next to her small, lithe frame. Even though he had just been inside of her, he didn’t believe he could actually fit. And then he plunged it back inside of her.

Starting slowly, he steadily built up a quickening rhythm, pulling out as far as he could and then pushing back in until just before hitting her cervix. Elsie moaned wantonly, and he worried that her cacophonous howling would draw attention, but he still couldn’t bring himself to stop. Instead, he was emboldened and, propping himself up with one arm, he caressed her chest and nipples with the opposing hand. This only amplified her cries and swears. He slid his hand down and caressed her hips which caused her to get ever louder. Finally, he had to cover her mouth with his support hand. He felt the girl’s moans and hot breath against it, but at least she was muffled.

As he continued to quickly pump his cock deep inside her, he targeted her clit with his thumb. No sooner had he pressed against it than Elsie’s body seized up and she went completely quiet. Her eyes snapped open and rolled backwards. Her back arched and she pressed her hips high into the air, and hard against his. She froze for just a moment, then suddenly began to quake, quietly, but violently. Tiny coos began to squeak out, indicating to Warrick that she was cumming. The notion sent him, too, over the edge. He drove his cock deep inside of her and his mind went blissfully blank. In that moment, he could only know the pleasure of the young girl’s warm sex. His cock surged and burst forth with what felt like hot lava and it filled up the small pocket of his prey. Together, they rutted wildly and loudly until at last they came down from their orgasmic high.

Before he collapsed on top of her, Warrick pulled up his pants and rolled the two of them over so that Elsie laid on top of him. Her head rested on his chest and he returned to rubbing her back lightly as he did when the movie had begun. Her moans had once again ebbed, and turned into satisfied fussing. “Thank you, Daddy,” was the last thing she whispered to him that night. Before long, she was dozing, quietly nestled on his chest. Warrick finished off the movie, though he didn’t end up paying very close attention to its finale.

Only after he flicked it off during the end credits, did he wonder what had become of his wife and daughter. They must have gone to bed., he thought. He gathered up the sleeping Elsie and, not thinking about it, carried her still-naked body upstairs to tuck her in for the night. He wandered by the master bedroom and down to the end of the hall where Brie’s room was. The door was cracked slightly and a dim table lamp provided a soft light. Warrick pushed it open quietly and found Hazel spooning Brie, both asleep in the bed together. A cool breeze came in through the open window.

Warrick slipped his charge under the sheets next to Brie and covered her up, then quietly moved to the other side of the bed and roused his wife. “C’mon honey, let’s go to bed.”

“Hm?” Hazel stirred sleepily, “Oh, okay. How was the rest of the movie?”

Warrick nodded and kissed her forehead. She was sweaty from spooning her daughter under the sheets. He merely replied, “Very inappropriate.”

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Next: Just where did Hazel and Brie disappear to when they went to get her special medicine? The answer to that, and another secret revealed.

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Please read the other 3 parts as this is a continuation.

The next morning the kids were up really early, the adults on the other hand were exhausted from last night. My oldest at 14 was tasked with keeping the little ones busy whilst we slept a little longer.

As they went outside to play since there was a small garden area to play it meant that we could relax and not worry too much. As Kay awoke more we started chatting about the previous night and how amazing it was. This made us both horny and we masturbated whilst watching each other until we climaxed. It was much more subdued than our regular sessions and considerably less vocal from Kay due to the kids awake.

Once finished we got into the shower and rinsed off everything from the night before and also the mornings little play. As we got downstairs Mark and Gemma were already there drinking tea and smoking outside the door watching the kids. We said our hellos and since everyone was wearing bathrobes the cuddles were a little ‘warmer’ than usual. We made the plans for the day and it was to split up and do our own things; myself, Kay and the girls were going for a walk along the beach and Gemma’s gang were heading into the town for some shopping. For all intents and purposes a regular holiday. The day was brilliant building sand castles, burying me in the sand up to my neck, and turning me into a mermaid, ice creams etc. As the sun started to fall we headed back to the cabin and changed for dinner. Mark was cooking and had decided to make pasta Bolognese, garlic bread and a large salad bowl and it was beautiful. The kids watched tv whilst the adults went outside to chat, drink and smoke.

‘So are you guys gonna tell me what that comment was about then?’

‘Which one was that?’ I retorted

‘As I was heading to bed last night, well that’s 3 of the 4 sisters or something along those lines’ Gemma stated very matter if factly but with a devilish grin.

Kay then told Mark and Gemma what had happened with Dani. Gemma was a little gobsmacked and Mark just high fives me saying that Dani looked stunning and Gemma gave him a cheeky soft punch in the gut for his comment.

‘Well I’ve managed 2 myself now’ Mark said and got another smack from his other half.

Kay then asked Gemma if she had told Mark everything that had happened the night before and said yes but he was a little unhappy he missed out.

‘Well bud, age took you to bed earlier than you should have. But there’s always later ay?’

‘You’re hopes are high ain’t they?’ said Kay

‘Always?’ I laughed.

More chatting and drinking and it was 9pm and time the kids went to bed. Once the children were all settled we sat down to watch a film called Emmanuel in space. For those unsure of the title it’s basically soft porn with a worse story line and acting than the Muppets. But the sex scenes got us all a little more relaxed and once again the talk turned to the previous night.

‘So Gemma what was I like to kiss and feel your sister? Did it excite you or feel weird?’ Asked Mark

‘To be honest I thought it was a little strange but she is one of the best kissers I’ve ever kissed’.

‘Ah thanks Huni, I’ve practised to be fair’ replied Kay

‘So Mark is feeling a little left out tonight girls so if you’re up for a repeat of last night but swapping me and him for the threeway, then I’m all up for it. I do love watching Kay cum and I like watching other people have sex!’

‘Wow, babe you’re not hanging about are You?, What makes you think we wanna do it again?’

‘You’re a horny bitch and once you are horny you don’t care, or maybe it’s how much you seemed to enjoy Marks cock inside you or Gemma’s tongue on your clit’ I laughed back at her.

With this she reached inside my house coat and said

‘Your cock is stiff as fuck so we all know you’re ready’

‘Yeah Mark is the same’ Said Gemma

‘Well I’m guessing you’re not exactly innocent yourself’ as I slid my hand under her robe and into her very wet and waiting pussy.

I decided to continue my assault on Kay whilst the other 2 were watching. Her Robe was untied and she now lay naked on the couch with me sliding down into the floor so I could get a better position. Her lips were open and coated in her pussy juice already, her clit was huge and with that I sucked it into my mouth and pistoned 4 fingers into her pussy.

‘Fucking hell babe that feels so good’

With that I looked over and seen Gemma sinking down on Marks entire lengthy cock and stroking his balls as she did so. Mark then leaned over and took Kay’s right tit into his mouth and sucked on her nipple until he was about to cum.

‘You’re not gonna cum already’ Said Gemma quite playfully

Kay at this point started to buck her hips and then exploded in a powerful orgasm that once again made her squirt and the first load went into my mouth whilst the next few covered my face.

Gemma then decided she wanted to look closer at moved within inches of me and asked,

‘How does she taste? Mark doesn’t really like when I squirt on him but it’s quite rare’.

‘To be fair Kay doesn’t normally squirt much either, it’s a fairly new thing’.

With that she stuck out her tongue and licked a little from my cheek and slid a finger over her younger sisters opening and then flicked her clit.

As Mark looked on, he was rock hard since Gemma didn’t let him finish so I motioned for him to slide over and enter Kay’s cunt. It took no further explaining and he jumped up and slid between her legs. But as he tried to enter her awaiting cunt due to his height he couldn’t push forward, Gemma was still flicking Kay’s clit but pushed Kay to the side.

‘You want me to turn around huh?’

Kay turned over and got up on her knees meaning her pussy and arse were now on full display for the 3 of us. Before Mark tried to enter Kay I decided I wanted to Rim her arsehole a little first and pushed my tongue at her tight little bud.

After around 30 seconds I felt a hand on my own cock and a finger tickling my own arsehole. I looked around and seen Gemma smiling and with that she motioned for me to move over and allow those 2 to enjoy their fuck.

As I moved across Gemma spread my legs and sank downwards onto my cock whilst she was still trying to play with my ass. So to help her out I lifted my legs upwards and rested them on the arm of the couch and she got the idea. She pulled my cock from her mouth, slid a few fingers inside her own pussy and then those 2 fingers went straight into my arse. Slowly circling and twisting whilst Gem pushed my cock down her throat.

I opened my eyes just as Kay’s pussy erupted all over Marks cock and balls. He pulled out and in 1 motion was balls deep in Kay’s ass… the guttural sound that escaped Kay was Incredible… she was still in the midst of an orgasm when another hole was filled meaning the orgasm got stronger and longer.

‘Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk’ she screamed way too loudly but no one was caring at all.

Gemma not to be beaten, stopped sucking my cock and turned around so I could see her back and mounted my shaft in the reverse cowgirl position. Myself and Kay have tried this a few times but it doesn’t work for Kay but Gem seemed to prefer this position. As she was bobbing on my cock she leaned forward so her ass came into view and instantly I slid a finger into her puckered hole and played with it. Sliding my middle finger in up to the knuckle which only seemed to drive her on more and she was rampant.

Gemma came to a shuddering Orgasm of her own and I felt her muscles tightening around my cock and also her ass muscles twitching on my finger. I continued to play with her ass whilst she was coming down from her orgasm. She grabbed my hand and pulled it away, turned around and kissed me so passionately for a few minutes. As we kissed I looked over to see Kay bent in half with her legs on Marks shoulders, and Mark piledriving his cock into her cunt and Kay’s face was bright red as she was about to erupt. Then Mark pulls out and starts stroking his cock as he sprays his spunk all over my Mrs. I tell Gemma to help me finish so she grabs my cock and envelops if deep into her throat once again.

‘I fucking love this feeling, keep sucking me huni.’

I watched Gem suck my cock for 90 seconds or so and she was stroking my cock as it came out of her mouth and I started to pulse and my spunk hit her in the eye with the first shit then my cock disappeared back down her throat until I started to go soft.

‘Ok girls, I’m done for the night so think it’s time to let Mark enjoy you both like I did last night’.

Gemma quick as a flash moved over to Kay and started to remove Marks cum from her body using her tongue. It was an amazing sight to see. Kay spotted the glob on Gemma’s eye and licked it off and swallowed the cum then started kissing her sister.

I looked over at Mark who was now stroking his semi erect cock slowly trying to get it back to its full length but seemed to fail after a couple of minutes.

The girls though continued as myself and Mark watched on. Gemma had her fingers inside her younger sister as they continued kissing. Building up the amount of fingers inside Kay until she was pushing her thumb inside and then her wrist was inside her sister. I at this point was rock solid again but Mark still with a semi erect cock at best.

‘Gem turn around so I can get to your cunt aswell’,

‘Yes girls 69 each other’ stated Mark

As they got into position Mark was once again trying to coax his cock into life, I was pulling my own cock watching the sexy show before me.

As they ate each others pussies Mark decided to push his luck and went behind Gemma spat on her ass and slowly worked gis cock into her. Kay was still licking Gems clit and as Mark got up to pace his balls had been slapping against her head. Gemma really started Grunting now and so i decided to join in the action and ass fuck Kay. This was considerably harder than i was hoping for at this angle so pushed my cock into Kays pussy whoch was alot more accessible and very wet. As i slid my 7″ into her cunt Gem was still tonguing her sister and we had a train going. Myself and Mark looked up and winked at each other and thrust into the women in front of us. This continued for a minute or so then almost in unison both sisters stsrted to cum. And cum hard they did. As they came down from their orgasmic bliss we got them both on their knees, told them to open their mouths and get ready for an explosion. We pulled our cocks hard and fast. Me aiming at Gemma ans Mark at Kay. And almost in unison again we started to erupt rope after rope onto each others partners face, hair, neck and breasts.

‘Holy shit that was amazing girls.. i’m done for the night. But maybe Mark isnt… how are you two girls? Wanna carry on or call it a night?’

Part 5 coming soon

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The card game has another casualty

Training Sarah PArt Eight

After the absolutely “hot” scene Ginny and Sarah at displayed on the sofa, Gail and Mary were left as stunned as Ginny and Sarah were exhausted. Mary was both extremely horny and a little embarrassed at the role she had played, masturbating her friend Ginny to an orgasm with her leg. As she pulled her leg back from between Ginny’s ass cheeks, she looked down at the thick smear of pussy juice her friend Ginny left on her shin. Little did Gail, Mary and Sarah know, Aunt Judy had captured the entire pussy eating, cunt grinding scene on her tiny but powerful digital video camera.

Gail, in a pensive tone asked the group, “so what to do with our drunk friend Ginny?” “Let’s keep her drunk and naked the rest of the night, she could be fun to have around,” blurted Mary. “Well, she is supposed to serve me the rest of the night cause she lost the last hand of cards, but I suppose I could share,” said Gail. Judy agreed, and they all agreed to take a bathroom break…

While Mary went to the bathroom, Judy looked at Gail, and said, “I know what she’s going to do, and it aint taking a piss!” “You think so,” said Gail, “I know so,” said Judy, “I thought she was going to start fingering herself at the table.” With that, Judy and Gail walked silently towards to back hall bathroom and paused by the door, and through the door they could both hear Mary breathing heavily. Mary whispered to Gail that the doors in the house haven’t locked well in 5 years, so she turned the handle slowly, and sure enough it turned the whole way. Mary was so close to an orgasm that she was only hearing the sound of her fingers in her own pussy, when the door flew open giving Gail and a camera wielding Judy a spread eagle show. Mary managed to close her legs, and still looking surprised yelled, “can’t a girl even take a piss around here?” Judy said, “Sure, but don’t you think you should have lifted the lid first?” Mary then realized that in her haste, she had hiked up her dress and dropped her panties, to sit down to finger herself without lifting the lid. She was caught, and on camera, and was turning all shades of red. “Don’t stop on our account Mary, it looked like you were ready to cum all over Judy’s toilet seat,” said Gail. Judy, noticing that Mary panties had slipped off her ankles onto the floor, reached down the pick them up. She readily noticed the wet spot in the crotch of the panties, and looked Mary right in the eyes, and said, “I think I’ll hold on to these till you can earn them back.” Gail laughed right along with Judy, and they went to the kitchen to freshen their drinks.

When Ginny met up with them in the kitchen, she said, “you didn’t really take a picture of me, you know, with my….”Sure I did,” said Judy, “and I got some good ones of you and Ginny too.” “What!!” “Yes dear Mary, it seems that you are a horny little woman, masturbating your friend and yourself, my, my, maybe you can earn those pictures back as well.” “Well first things first, we need to get Ginny another drink”, with that all three went back to the table. Ginny was sitting on the floor naked by the couch, sipping on someone’s drink, and Sarah was still naked sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. “Seems like Ginny has her drink, so do we let the drunk continue playing or have the slut slave play in her place?” Gail said, “If we all get on the floor, we could all play…it could be fun!” “No argument here,” said Judy. With that, they pushed the table to one side and all sat around in a circle. Judy and Gail positioned themselves next to each other and had Mary sit between Sarah and Ginny. It was quite a sight for Gail and Judy, two naked women in front of them surrounding one in a short dress without panties. Judy looked at the situation and suggested to Mary that she could have one of the pictures if she took off her bra and threw it across the room. Gail suggested that Sarah take it off for her, Judy nodded in approval and Mary blurted, “Like I have a choice!” That brought a smile to Judy’s face… Sarah, knowing what was going on, took her time unhooking the bra, first fumbling around for the hook in the front, kneading Mary’s tits in the process, then reaching around Mary’s back for the hook, pressing her tits into Mary’s face. Sarah made sure that her right nipple was pressed into Mary’s lips. Removing Mary’s bra and tossing it across the room brought applause from all. As Sarah sat back down, Judy could have sworn she saw saliva on Sarah’s nipple.

The game continued, with laughing and drinking by all. Judy and Gail lost a few hands that built up Sarah, Ginny and Mary’s chip count, but it was only 30 minutes later that Mary went all in on a hand with Judy, and lost. Judy announced, “Mary, you can continue to play if you anti up with your dress, or you can be our slave, joining Ginny and Sarah and being naked all night. Mary wanted another chance to get even, and said, “If I win I get my bra and panties back?” Judy nodded and Mary sipped out of her dress.

With the view Judy and Gail had, they could see 3 wet gaping pussies that belonged to 3 defeated women. The hand couldn’t have gone any worse for Mary, she had nothing at the flop and nothing on the next card either. She was going to lose, unless she could bluff. But what to bluff with when all you have is a dress that is already bet. She looked at both Judy and Gail and said, “Do you want to make it real interesting? How bout if I bet a dare to each of you that remain in the hand, that I will fulfill without question if I lose, but you each have to do a dare of my choosing should I win, and I get my clothes back?” Everyone looked around, Sarah took her bet, Gail looked at Judy, who said, “I got this…” Gail folded, and Judy said, “I’ll take your bet!” Ginny looked at Judy, Mary and Sarah, knowing that any dare is probably something she had already done, took the bet also. The next card was no better for Mary, it was just one of those hands. Judy offered another bet, “Girls, I feel so good about my hand that I’ll go 2 to 1 on your dare. If you each bet a dare, that means doubling your number of dares to 2 dares that you will fulfill, I’ll give you each 4 if you win.” Ginny and Sarah looked at each other and folded, leaving the now defeated Mary to play against Judy. Sensing that she was going to lose, Mary looked up at Judy with tears in her eyes and folded.

Judy looking back at Mary, then looked at Ginny, and said, “Ginny you dare is to make love to Mary, Mary your first dare is to make love to Ginny, and you will both do exactly as I say for the next 20 minutes. You can start by kissing and fondling each other’s tits”. Like a porno movie director, Judy directed Mary and Ginny to exchange deep wet kisses, kiss and caress each others nipples, and had Mary get on her knees and service Ginny’s hot wet cunt. This left Mary’s ass in the air with her legs spread a little for balance. Judy looked over at Sarah, and said, “Sarah honey, you know what to do, plant your lips on Mary’s asshole and tongue her deeply, like I know you can.” With that Sarah began caressing Mary tight hole with her lips and tongue, gently spreading it wider and wider, until Sarah tongue slipped easily in and out of Mary’s asshole. By this time Ginny and Mary were breathing heavily and Ginny had grabbed Mary’s head and was mashing Mary’s mouth into her cunt, while Sarah was applying equal pressure from behind. This was quite a sight, and not to be lost on Judy, she had the mini cam rolling and was snapping pictures a mile a minute. Almost simultaneously Ginny began to buck her hips and Mary began to moan into Ginny’s cunt, and Sarah taking her cue, began pumping Mary’s sopping wet cunt with her hand. Both Ginny and Mary exploded into massive orgasms, with Mary collapsing into Ginny’s lap with her elbows on either side of Ginny’s hips.

Gail and Judy were laughing and smiling at each other, with Judy stating, “Poor Mary, she has one more dare to complete, wonder what it will be?” Secretly each was wondering if they could get the other in a compromised position before the night was out.

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Sarah is dared to fuck her mom and sister with her new futa-dick!

Futa’s Naughty Scented Candles

Chapter Four: Futa Seduces Her Mom & Big Sis

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers!

Asuka Takamaki

The front door whisked opened and closed softly, the knob turned to keep it from latching. My eldest daughter, Ruri, entered like a thief in the night. She was a shadow, back from her date and an hour after curfew.

She took two steps when I flicked on the light.

Ruri jumped, squeaking in shock. Her brown hair danced around her face. She looked the most like her father, almost nothing of Japan in her pale features. Round eyes, full lips, strong cheekbones. She wore a pair of jeans so tight they molded to her legs and rode so low the thong hugging her waist was clear as day. Her boob tube quivered with the bounce of her breasts.

Not the clothes she had left on her date on.

“Okasan!” she gasped, falling back on the Japanese word for mother. Ruri spoke Japanese fluently, unlike my other daughter. My insistence with Ruri had lessened with my second child.

“You are an hour late,” I shouted at her in Japanese, swelling up to my full height. Which meant I stared at her chin. She had her father’s height, too. “An hour, Ruri!”

“Sorry, Mom,” she said, shifting. “We, uh, lost track of time. The movie ran late. You know.”

“And you lost your bra? And where is that nice skirt and blouse you left in.”

She hesitated. “I, uh, spilled something. Had to change.”

“Into a slut’s clothing?”

She winced. “I’m twenty-one, Mom. I can—”

“You live under my roof. You will dress and act and be home when I say so!”

“Sarah’s not home!” Ruri shot back.

“She is under the supervision of Britney’s mother.” I put my hands on my shoulders. “Now, you will march upstairs, go to bed, and in the morning we shall discuss how long you are grounded from dating.”

“Grounded?” shock burst across her features. “You can’t ground—”

“You are adding days. And you can be grounded from other things. Your phone.”

Ruri’s face paled. She screeched and then marched up the stairs, stomping every time like a petulant child. I shook my head. She had too much American in her. She wasn’t a good girl like Sarah was. My youngest daughter was with her friends instead of with boys. Ruri’s footsteps thudded down the hallway. Her door slammed shut behind her.

I gritted my teeth and muttered beneath my breath.

I headed to the kitchen to get some water when I heard the front door open again. I frowned, a surge of panic rushing through me. Who was it? Sarah was at her friend’s house having a wholesome slumber party. I reached the kitchen cleaver.

“Mom?” Sarah called. “Are you in the kitchen? I had to come home early. Something happened to me. You won’t believe it. I’m a futanari.”

I blinked at hearing her say that Japanese word in the middle of her sentence. Hermaphrodite? How could she be a hermaphrodite?

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Britney Meyers

“She’s going for it,” Shannon whispered, standing on my right was we lurked in Sarah’s front yard. Our friend had just gone inside.

“Yeah, she is,” I said. “Great dare, Mom.”

“Thank you,” my futa-mother said, her hand stroking my clit-dick. We were all wearing open bathrobes. Someone might see us, but that lavender scent of the candle wreathed us. Which was nice since it burned out while we were upstairs disciplining Mom.

My slumber party got wild. A candle turned my three friends and me into dickgirls. Futanari or futas for short. Then Mom caught us fucking and it transformed her into a futa, too. Turned out, she was so kinky and it was a lot of fun. We started playing Truth or Dare and Mom had dared Sarah to come home and fuck her mother and sister.

“There’s Mrs. Takamaki,” whispered Mary, the last of our group. She was on the other side of Shannon, the pair of them jerking each other off.

“Nice,” I said, eager for the show.

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Asuka Takamaki

“Why do you think you’re a hermaphrodite?” I asked, believing that was the right word in English. It was such a backward language. Words in the wrong order and no way to mark politeness and deference save in the crudest fashion. It lacked subtlety.

I found Sarah wearing a bathrobe of light-blue terry cloth. She stood in the doorway, looking naked beneath.

“This is why, Mom,” she said and sounded scared. Her round, blue eyes trembled. They were her only Western features. She had the delicate cheekbones and dainty lips like me, her body petite and short, her breasts small. “My clitoris grew into a cock.”

She opened her robe and bared her naked body. She had a slender figure like I did at her age. My eyes traveled past her boobs and flat stomach to her black bush and…

The cock that thrust out of her thick curls.

My jaw dropped at the sight of her dick. She had no balls, but that was unmistakably a cock. She quivered there, her dick throbbing to the beat of her heart. I swallowed, at a loss for what to say. How had my little girl grown a dick?

She was nineteen. Barely an adult.

“It just grew,” she said and then tried to cover it. “It grew and it’s so hard. I freaked out. I begged Mrs. Meyers to drive me home before the other girls realized it.”

“Oh, Sarah,” I groaned.

“Okasan, I’m scared,” she whimpered. Her erection was too massive for her hands to hide it. She pressed it up against her belly and reached to her sternum.

It was… impressive.

I breathed in. She smelled of lavender, a relaxing scent. Which was good, because I felt the edges of panic rising in me. I had to be calm. I couldn’t freak out for my daughter’s sake. She needed me to be her perfect mother.

“Okay, okay,” I told her, grabbing her arm and guiding her to the couch. I pushed her down on it. “Do you want something to drink?”

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “It just… It hurts.”

“Hurts?” I asked, rushing to the kitchen. This was so insane. I breathed in, mixing that lavender scent. How could my daughter have a cock? How could she become futanari just like that? It was impossible.

Had a kami cursed her? A god or spirit of some sort. I really didn’t believe in kami. I prayed at the shrine on New Years, and even after I’d converted to Southern Baptist, I still would think about the beliefs that I was raised in and say quick prayers when needed.

I had to take her to the hospital. She was hurting.

Glass filled, I nursed back to my daughter. Water sloshed over the rim, spilling down the back of my hand. I reached her and she took it, gulping it down. I breathed in the lavender scent, and my eyes drifted down to her cock.

I couldn’t help but stare at the massive dick. It twitched with her heartbeat, the tip beading with precum. It was dark and swollen, in such need. My cheeks warmed as I realized why she thought it hurt.

She was horny.

“You’re sure you don’t know how this happened?” I asked.

She sat down the glass on a coaster resting on the end table. She shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes again. “It just hurts so much. It feels like there’s something that wants to explode out of me.”

Flashes of my daughter’s cock spurting white cum strobed through my mind. A heat rippled through my pussy followed by a flush of shame. I shouldn’t be thinking of my daughter like that. Particularly not after she had such a predicament.

“Well, okay,” I said. “Let’s get you back in your robe and then off to the hospital.”

“But it just hurts so much,” she groaned. “Maybe… maybe there’s a salve you can put on it.” She swallowed. “Something soothing.”

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head even as the idea of rubbing her cock blazed in my mind. “A dick is much too sensitive for icy hot or BENGAY.”

“You have that lotion with the aloe vera,” she whimpered. “That’s soothing. I just.. It needs some release. Please, Okasan?”

I breathed in that lavender scent. I couldn’t rub lotion on her dick. That would just excite her more, but… It twitched and had that dark and angry color to it, a reddish-purple. She needed to be soothed. I was just helping her. That was all. Just helping my daughter.

The hot itch swelled in my pussy as I said, “Okay, let me go get it.”

I hurried to the downstairs bathroom. I kept it here because liked to rub it on my hands and arms while watching TV. I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and snagged it. I rushed back to her squirming on the couch, her legs rubbing together, her cock thrusting up from between them.

That lavender scent filled my nose. I could do this. I could help her. She stared at me with those blue and grateful eyes as I pushed on the nozzle and a dollop spread white over my hand. The creamy scent mixed with soothing aloe vera filled my nose.

“Thanks, Okasan,” she said, smiling at me.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my daughter’s big, new dick. My pussy clenched as my fingers wrapped around her girth, the aloe vera lotion rubbing into her skin. It was so cool compared to how hot her flesh was.

I stroked up her, smearing her shaft in the white lotion. It greased my grip, letting me slid up her cock with real ease. I reached the pinnacle and stroked over her. She groaned and squirmed, her face twisting with delight.

“Okasan!” she moaned, her voice echoing through the living room. “Oh, thank you, thank you! That feels incredible.”

“Good, good,” I said and breathed in again. That lavender perfume she wore was so relaxing.

I pumped my hand up and down her cock, smearing the lotion in nice a good. It moments, her cock had a gleam to it, not a hint of white remaining. I should stop, but her cock just felt so good in my hand. And I knew why she ached.

I had to help her. I had to relieve her.

I licked my lips, my pussy getting so hot as I fisted my hand up and down her girl-dick. My breathing quickened, my panties growing wetter and wetter. I stared at that spongy crown. She looked so delicious, like a mushroom. That was a nickname for cocks in Japan. A mushroom.

Whenever you saw a big, smiling mushroom in a picture, you knew what it meant.

A big, tasty cock that was just begging to be sucked on and…

I shook my head. What was wrong with me? That was my daughter’s cock. It would be incest to suck on her. I just had to stoke her. That was it. Nothing more.

“Mmm, that’s so good,” Sarah said, her small breasts rising and falling. She had her eyes closed. Her hands rubbed at her belly. “Thank you. You’re making it feel so much better.”

“You’re welcome,” I told her, wanting to soothe her.

I pumped up and down her girl-cock faster. She groaned, her hands stroking her belly rising higher and higher. I watched them come closer and closer until they were rubbing at her tits. Her fingers massaged her boobs. They dug into her firm tits, massaging her flesh. A smile spread on her lips. Sighs of delight escaped her lips.

I watched her kneading those tits while I fisted her girl-dick. I stroked faster and faster up and on her shaft. I could smell the musk of her pussy, a sweet aroma. So similar to my own. I breathed in, knowing she was a true futanari.

A hermaphrodite.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mom,” she groaned. “Oh, I think… I think it’s getting better, but could you… kiss it?”

My heart lurched. “K-kiss it?”

“You know, like you would an owie when I was a kid. Make the pain go away.”

I licked my lips, staring at her cock. A bead of clear precum formed. That meant she could ejaculate. She would fire thick and salty girl-jizz. “I guess I can do that. Just… kissing it. Not… not anything else.”

“Of course,” she moaned.

My heart pounding a mile a minute, my pussy blazing with the itch to cum, I leaned over. My hair spilled about my cheeks as my lips came closer and closer to the tip of her cock. Just a kiss. That was it. I was soothing an owie.

I closed my eyes, puckered up, and planted a kiss right on the pinnacle of her cock.

Instantly, the salty flavor of her precum bled through my lips. I shuddered at the taste. My heart beat faster. I groaned, my eyes squeezed shut as I enjoyed the wonderful flavor of her precum. Salty and delicious. I kissed her crown again. And again.

My lips moved around the spongy tip. My lips smooched everywhere, making the owie go away. My daughter whimpered, her dick twitching and throbbing in my hand. I could tell that it was working, but she needed a longer kiss.

A deeper one.

I kissed the tip again, right there on the slit. The bead of precum melted through my mouth, the salty flavor wonderful. My lips slid over her crown. My mouth opened wide to give her cock a French kiss. To let my tongue get active.

“Okasan!” she groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s really going to soothe my cock. Thank you, Okasan!”

I moaned around her cock in answer.

My tongue explored her throbbing tip. It was thick, way bigger than her father’s. Her salty precum spilled out and soaked my taste buds. It was wonderful. I shuddered, my snatch squeezing tight while my tongue dancer around her crown.

I played with her. Enjoyed her. I stroked her cock, loving how she throbbed in my mouth. I suckled. She moaned. It was such a wonderful thing to hear. More of her wonderful precum soaked my taste buds.

I breathed in the sweet musk of her pussy and that lavender perfume.

I groaned and savored soothing my daughter.

I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down her cock. My tongue danced while I suckled. I groaned, savoring every moment of this. My pussy blazed so hot I had to masturbate, but I also had to soothe my daughter’s girl-dick.

I had to make her cum.

“Oh, Okasan,” she groaned. “So good. I love you, Okasan!”

I loved her, too.

I sucked with all my might, blowing her with everything I had. My hand stroked the base of her thick girl-dick. My futanari-daughter moaned and gasped. The couch creaked as she squirmed. Her moans grew louder and louder.

The salty flavor of her cock grew. I knew what that meant. I moaned around her dick, so eager to make her explode. I wanted her cumming hard and fast. I wanted her spurting all that wonderful cream into my mouth.

She tasted so good. I groaned, suckling on her with hunger,. I nursed on her with such passion. It was fantastic. She moaned, her dick twitching and throbbing in my mouth. I loved the taste of her. I savored the passion of nursing on her.

Her clit-dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. It pulsed with her heartbeat. I loved that so much. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted her gasping and moaning and spurting jizz into my mouth. It would be wonderful.

“Okasan!” she squealed. “Yes!”

Her salty girl-cum fired into my mouth. My futanari-daughter climaxed.

“I love you, Okasan!” she moaned as she pumped her spunk into my mouth.

The incestuous, salty seed filled my mouth. Dickgirl-cum. I gulped it down. I savored that thick and creamy spunk flowing down my throat to my belly. My pussy clenched as I drank down more and more of her spunk.

“So good!” she squealed.

Her girl-dick kept spurting. I kept swallowing. There was so much of it. The sweet musk of her pussy grew stronger. She must be cumming with both holes. I thrust my fingers into her pussy and felt her walls convulsing. She whimpered and the last spurt of cum fired into my mouth.

I swallowed it, shuddering. I nursed, wanting more, but she had run dry. Her pussy stopped spasming. I groaned and then slid my mouth off with a wet plop. She panted while drool ran down my chin.

I stared at her, my pussy so hot. I popped my fingers into my mouth and tasted her sweet delight. She smiled at me as I nursed on myself. I slid my digits out and she cupped my face. She pulled me up and towards her mouth.

“Arigato, Okasan!” she said and then kissed me.

I groaned, kissing my daughter with her own futanari-cum on my lips. I shuddered as her mouth worked on mine. This heady rush shot through me. I felt so wonderfully naughty. I quivered there as our tongues danced together.

She fluttered her tongue around in me. I loved every moment of kissing her. Every moment of loving my daughter. My pussy burned, itching to do such forbidden things with her. My nipples throbbed beneath my robes and my thigh nightgown.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “Okasan, my cock is still hard. It still hurts. Cumming in your mouth wasn’t enough.”

“Well…” I groaned and stood up before her, my hands unbelting my robe. My cunt itched. “There’s one thing I can try.”

“What?” she moaned, staring up at me. Her hands squeezed her nipples. “Will you kiss it better with your other lips. Your nether ones.” Heat stirred in her blue gaze. “Will you soothe my aching cock with your pussy, Okasan?”

“Yes,” I moaned and ripped open my robe. I let it drop before me, leaving me in my light-blue nightgown.

She smiled at me and then groaned as I drew up and up my nightgown. The cloth rubbed on my nipples. I pulled it over my head, my large tits coming into view. She moaned in delight at the sight of my big boobs.

I dropped my nightgown, down to just my panties. My daughter stared at my round breasts. She licked her lips with obvious lust. I shuddered as I hooked my thumbs into my panties and shoved them down my body.

They peeled off. My sweet musk grew stronger. My tits swayed as I bent over. My daughter’s futa-cock throbbed as she watched. She pinched her nipples and moaned her wanton delight. She wanted my cunt so badly.

“Oh, I’m going to soothe that cock,” I purred. “I’m going to make that big dick cum.”

“Yes, yes, come ride my futa-cock!” moaned Sarah.

I shuddered and stepped out of my panties. I drifted to her, my boobs jiggling. I straddled her on the couch, my knees sinking into the cushions. She buried her face into my breasts, kissing at the inner slope. I grabbed her girl-dick and lowered myself to it.

I shuddered as the tip rustled my pubic hair. A moment later, she kissed my pussy lips. I groaned as my labia spread over her crown. I stretched and stretched to take her. I whimpered as I sank my cunt down her big futanari-dick.

“Sarah,” I whimpered.

“Okasan!” she moaned, pulling her face from between my tits. “Oh, that’s so good. Ooh, your pussy is better than Mrs. Meyers’s.”

“What?” I asked, my body drinking in the pleasure.

“Doesn’t matter,” she moaned, her hands sliding around to grab my ass. “Just ride my dick, Mommy. Ride my cock hard. I want to cum and cum and cum.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching around her girl-dick. I slid up her. She gasped, her body trembling as I rose up her cock.

My motherly twat drank in the feel of my daughter’s futanari-cock. I groaned, realizing she was back in me. I impaled my snatch down her, drinking in the feel of her big shaft. She stirred up my cauldron.

It felt amazing.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned, my body trembling. My futa-dick throbbed before me. “That’s amazing. That’s really awesome. Sarah, that’s amazing. You’re so thick.”

“Your so tight, Okasan!” she moaned.

I beamed at her and then rose up her cock again. She gasped and I groaned at the incestuous delight. This was the best way to soothe my daughter’s girl-dick. She was such a good girl. She deserved this reward unlike her sister.

I shuddered as I impaled myself down her dick over and over again. It was amazing. My body trembled from the delight. I stirred my cunt around her dick in slow circles. A big smile spread on my lips. This was such an amazing delight that would have me cumming so hard.

I pumped my hips, working my dick up and down her clit-dick. The pleasure swelled in me. It was such a treat to enjoy. My boobs bounced while her hands gripped my ass. Her fingers dug into my rump as I rode her.

“Okasan!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s incredible. Mmm, ride my big futa-dick. Work that naughty pussy up and down my cock.”

“So big!” I moaned. “And my pussy is so naughty. You’re going to get all the relief you need.”

“Uh-huh!” she groaned, her eyes fluttering.

I smiled, loving every moment of this. Every second of our taboo delight. Her fingers kneaded my rump. I groaned as some of them dipped into my butt-crack. It sent a shiver through me as she slid down my crevice to my butthole.

She wouldn’t?

Her fingers stored my asshole and then one pushed against my anal ring as I slid up her cock. My pussy clenched down on her thick girl-dick as her digit popped into my bowel This heat melted down my cunt as she probed into me.

I shuddered, savoring the feel of her finger penetrating me while I worked my pussy up and down her girl-dick. My thighs flexed, sliding my cunt up and down her. It felt incredible to enjoy. I groaned, my body shuddering from the delight of this moment.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, my cunt on fire. It was so wonderful to ride her. To feel her clit-dick massaging my pussy. Her digit pumped in and out my asshole at the same time, adding this note of delight to the bliss in my cunt.

“Oh, yes, yes, Okasan!” she moaned, the house creaking as it settled. “That’s it. Just keep doing that. Ride my girl-dick. I’m going to cum.”

“I will explode,” I moaned. “Your cock is stirring up my cauldron.” That was a nickname for pussy in Japan. Cauldron. “Make it froth and boil.”

“God, yes!”

Her finger pumped faster and faster I worked my cunt up and down her clit-dick. I came closer and closer to that moment of erupting. It would be so incredible. I slammed down her, my clit rubbing into her bush. Then I slid back up her. My pussy squeezed the entire way up her shaft.

She gasped and jammed a second finger into my asshole. I groaned and slammed down her girl-cock. I bottomed out on her, my pussy quivering around her dick. Her fingers plunged deep into my bowels.

I couldn’t take it.

“Iku!” I cried in Japanese, the equivalent of, “I’m cumming.”

My pussy writhed around my daughter’s cunt. My flesh writhed and spasmed. I groaned, bucking on her as my twat sucked at her dick. My asshole did the same about her digits. She gasped, her head arching back and round eyes closing.

“Yes, Mom!” she gasped.

Her futa-dick erupted in me.

Her incestuous seed spurted over and over into my cunt. It was incredible. I shuddered and bucked through the bliss of my orgasm as my pussy massaged her erupting cock. More and more of her futanari-seed flooded my cunt.

I threw back my head, my snatch spasming with such hunger around her big dick. Incestuous delight washed through me. She filled me up with so much spunk. It was incredible. My boobs heaved. My hair danced around my shoulders.

“Okasan!” she gasped. “Yes, yes!”

“So good!” I moaned, hitting the peak of my orgasm, my pussy milking out the last spurts of her cum. “Yes!”

I slumped forward, cupped her face, and kissed my daughter on the mouth.

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Ruri Takamaki

I fumed in my room.

That old bitch had been waiting for me to sneak home? She’d never done that before. She was always so controlling with me. I had to be perfect. I had to study hard. Did Sarah? Oh, no, she could do whatever she wanted. She could commit murder, and Mom wouldn’t care.

And dad just kept quiet. He was out of town, of course.

I stared up at my ceiling.

Grounded!

I was twenty-one and fucking grounded!

It was so unfair. Sarah would never be grounded. Not that she had had sex yet. My little sister might be nineteen, which made her a two years older than when I had lost my virginity and had never done much with a boy. It was so sad.

I sighed and rolled over. I lay there when I heard… something going on downstairs. I frowned. What was that? I heard voices. It wasn’t the TV, right? It sounded like Mom was talking to someone else. Who?

I thought Sarah was over and her friend’s house for her PG slumber party.

I rolled over and slid off my bed. I was in my thong and boob tube, having stripped out of my tight pants. I padded o the door and opened it. The moans and gasps grew louder and louder. I blinked. It sounded like sex.

That couldn’t be right.

Had my mom snuck over a man? Only… It sounded like another woman. What the fuck was going on?

My heart thundering, I had to find out. I padded to the stairs, the moans and groans growing louder and louder. That was definitely sex. I swallowed, my heart racing. I listened again, struggling to figure out what was going on.

“Okasan!” someone who sounded a hell of a lot like my little sister moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s incredible. Mmm, ride my big futa-dick. Work that naughty pussy up and down my cock.”

“The fuck?” I muttered.

I swallowed and stepped down the stairs. I went slowly. Quietly. My heart beat faster and faster. The sounds of the two women, one who definitely sounded like my baby sister, having sex was insane. Mom was having a lesbian, incestuous affair with Sarah?

That couldn’t be. That was fucking insane.

I took another step and—

CREEEAAAK!

I shuddered at the groan of the loose step. I froze, fearing I had been caught. But the sounds of passion didn’t change my sister and mother were still going at it. This hot itch settled in my thigh. I caught a faint whiff of lavender. I swallowed.

And kept descending.

I worked my way to the bottom of the stairs, the panting growing louder and louder. This was so insane. Mom and my sister having sex? My mother who got bent out of shape for being an hour later for curfew.

I peeked out, my tits jiggling in my boob tube.

Mom was leaning in and kissing my nineteen-year-old sister on the lips. She was straddling her and something flesh thrust up into her pussy. Sarah had a strap-on dildo. I couldn’t believe this. My goody-two-shoes sister was a dyke with Mom.

This shock and anger rippled through me. They were kissing hard like they had both just cum. Their tongues were dancing. They swapped spit. I shook my head, this fury building and building in me at my mother.

She broke the kiss and purred, “Mmm, that futanari-cock is amazing. Did I satisfy your ache?”

“You did, Okasan,” my sister purred.

Futanari-cock, I mouthed. Why would Mom use that word? Was it some Japanese slang for a dildo? Or maybe a strap-on. Futanari meant hermaphrodite, right? But wouldn’t she have said futanari-kokku. Turn cock into its Jangrish equivalent. She said cock. Futanari-cock.

“Mmm, you satisfied that itch so well,” my sister moaned.

“But you’re still hard,” gasped Mom.

She slid up and up, revealing more and more and more of that fleshy dildo. My eyes widened. The girth. The length. It was bigger than any cock I had seen. Even in porn. The toy popped out of Mom’s bush and she stepped back, her big tits jiggling. Sarah panted, her hand grabbing her fake cock. She stroked it and…

Where was the harness? There was no vinyl around her waist. And it didn’t look like it was a U-shaped dildo, the type where one end goes in the girl’s pussy. A strapless strap-on dildo. This was like she had attached it to the front of her pussy.

And it twitched.

It throbbed like a real cock. Looked like a real cock. That shaft was no silicone or rubber. It matched her skin tone. I blinked. There was no way my little sister could have a dick. That was impossible and then…

Mom’s bush had white matting it. Cum. It was leaking out of her pussy. I breathed in that lavender scent and staring at that dripping mess. Mom really had ridden my sister’s cock until she came. My sister was a futanari.

A real hermaphrodite!

How long? All her life? How had I never known this? We used to take baths together. Hell, up until a few years ago, we would change in front of each other. She never had anything down there. What the hell was this.

That pussy looked yummy.

“Maybe Ruri needs to satiate me,” said Sarah. She glanced over at me and grinned. “I can see you, big sis. Why don’t you come on out and let me fuck you with my big dick while you lick Mom’s pussy clean? I have a dare to finish.”

“I… I…”

“Yes, yes, just come and eat me out,” moaned Mom. She sounded… almost high. She had this big smile on her lips as she sank onto the couch. Her legs spread wide. That messy pussy awaited.

I breathed heavily, sucking in breaths through my nose. That lavender scent was incredible. Eat out my mother…? That should be wrong, but… Why? Why didn’t I just do it? What was the harm? I bet it would be amazing. She smelled amazing.

I should just go for it.

I stepped out, my pussy soaking my thong. My boobs jiggled in my boob tube. They were the biggest in the house. Sarah stared at them. I just peeled my stretchy top off with a smile and bared my huge tits. They bounced before me.

She grinned back at me, holding her cock drenched in pussy cream.

It was a real cock. Like her clit had sprouted or something.

“Mmm, this is hot.” Sarah flashed an OK sign at the living room window. Was someone out there watching us?

I shuddered and then I fell to my knees before my mother’s pussy. The sweet aroma of her cunt mixed with salty cum. She had a pussy that smelled like mine. I licked my lip and leaned forward. So much jizz had leaked out.

I had never eaten a creampie before, but I was game for anything right now. My mom was so sexy. Her breasts jiggled. They were round and delightful. My boobs swayed beneath me as my lips nuzzled into her stained bush.

I licked at the girl-cum. It was so salty but with this sweet aftertaste. That had to be my mom’s pussy. I groaned as my tongue slid through her curls. I loved gathering up more of the cum. Mom watched me, her slanted eyes glossy.

“Yes, yes, clean up all your sister’s futanari-cum,” she purred.

“Futa-cum’s fine, Okasan,” Sarah said. “Mmm, I’m going to fuck you hard, sis.”

I shuddered as my little sister fell to her knees behind me. I delved deeper into Mom’s bush and found her pussy lips. Along with more of my sister’s futa-cum. What a hot name for this salty jizz leaking out of Mom’s pussy.

“Oh, Ruri, that’s delicious,” Mom cooed. “Just lick up all that cum leaking out of me.”

“Yes, Okasan,” I purred and licked up her slit.

She arched her back, her boobs jiggling. I caressed over her slit. I loved the taste of her. I licked and lapped at her. This was such a wonderful delight. Her sweet cream mixed with Sarah’s jizz. The salty flavor melted through my mouth.

As I licked at Mom’s thick pussy lips, Sarah dragged off my thong. It slid out of my butt-crack and down my thighs. My shaved pussy came into view, my cream dripping down my thighs. Sarah groaned in delight.

“Like my bald beaver?” I asked. “You into shaved girls?”

“I think I am,” she moaned. “Ooh, but there’s something else I’m into more.”

“What?”

She just giggled.

Then Sarah’s big futa-dick slapped down on my ass. The wet shaft slid to my butt-crack, leaving my cheek smeared in Mom’s pussy cream. That same delight I licked up with the yummy cum. I thrust my tongue into my mother, into the hole that had birthed me, and found more spunk.

“This is so hot,” moaned Sarah. “Britney only had a mother to fuck. I have a mother and a sister. Lucky me!”

“Yeah,” I groaned, not caring about anything but eating Mom’s pussy and getting fucked by my sister. “Lucky you.”

She slid the tip of her cock down and down until she nuzzled the thick crown right against my asshole. This shiver ran through me as she pushed on my bowels. I shuddered and then groaned as my anal ring widened and widened.

I groaned, my face scrunching up with bliss. She could fuck me in any hole she wanted. I had never felt so relaxed in my life. I swirled my tongue around in Mom’s pussy as my sphincter swallowed the tip of Sarah’s cock.

“Oh, yes, yes, fuck your sister in the ass,” moaned Mom.

“Mmm, she is!” I groaned as that thick cock sank into me. “Oh, god, yes, she’s doing it.”

That thick shaft sank inch after inch into my bowels. My toes curled as she reamed me out. God, she was just so wonderfully huge. She reached deeper and deeper into my bowels while my tongue danced around in my mom’s pussy, finding more and more cum to lick out of her.

I found every drop I could. I scooped it out of her, luxuriating in that wonderful flavor. My tongue stirred up her sweet, incestuous cunt, finding more spunk to lick out. My sister’s futa-cum was just so tasty.

“Yes!” Sarah moaned as she bottomed out in my asshole. “Oh, my god, yes! I’m all the way in your butt!”

“Fuck, you are, sis,” I gasped. “Oh, Okasan, her cock is huge.”

“It is,” breathed Mom.

My sister drew back her cock. My bowels clung to her dick. I held her tight, squeezing down on her as inch after inch of her cock slid out of my asshole. A shiver ran through me. This wonderful heat surged through my body. it was incredible to enjoy.

Then she rammed back into me. She slammed to the hilt in my bowels. The velvety heat melted down to my cunt. I groaned, my asshole squeezing down around that big dick. I shuddered, savoring this bliss.

It was incredible.

Amazing.

Just stupendous.

I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. I stirred my asshole around her cock. It was wonderful. I was so glad to enjoy this. She gripped my hips and pumped away at me. She pounded my asshole.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned.

I loved my sister’s clit-dick slamming into my bowels. I groaned into Mom’s pussy, frantically searching for more and more of my little sister’s cum. I wanted every drop of it. I wanted every last spot of spunk that I could find.

My tongue scooped out that jizz while my little sister’s big dick brought me closer and closer to cumming. Closer and closer to exploding. I would have such a mighty load. Just fire spurt after spurt of cum. It would be incredible.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as Sarah butt-fucked me hard.

“Ooh, pound your sister’s ass,” Mom moaned, my tongue scooping out more cum. But it was getting hard to find. “She’s eating my pussy… Oh, I didn’t know I would love having her feasting on my cunt. She’s just stirring my cauldron up with her tongue.”

“I’m so glad, Okasan!” my little sister moaned, burying to the hilt in my asshole.

My bowels clenched on her cock as she pulled back. I quivered, swelling towards that wonderful orgasm. I would have such a big explosion of jizz. It would be incredible. I shuddered, pussy cream dripping down my slit.

My pussy drank in the heat melting down from my asshole. It just dripped down my thighs, making me feel hotter and hotter. I shuddered, clenching down hard on her thrusting dick. She fucked me with such passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, her dick stretching me out every time she buried into me. “Oh, that’s good. That’s so wonderful. Just make me explode.”

“Yes, make her explode!” moaned Mom.

I couldn’t find any more of my sister’s futa-cum. Just the sweet delight of Mom’s snatch. I savored the incestuous flavor of her cunt. My tongue probed deep. I licked and lapped at her folds. I brushed her clit.

She bucked and moaned, her round tits jiggling as I feasted on her. She squirmed, her silky bush rubbing on my face. The ticklish delight was such a wonderful treat. My tongue swirled around in her. I teased her.

She whimpered. Moaned. She had to be getting closer to her orgasm. I lapped at her clit, drumming my tongue against the bud. My bowels gripped my sister’s futa-dick as I did that. My pussy swelled with heat.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Mom gasped. “Iku!”

Her pussy cream gushed out into my mouth. An incestuous flood of bliss that gushed out of her. this wonderful, delicious amazing treat. I groaned, drinking down all the rapture that flooded out of her. It was incredible. Amazing. I drank it down. I savored every last moment of drinking that gush of my mother’s fluids.

“Oh, Okasan, your tits are heaving!” Sarah moaned as she slammed into my asshole.

“I’m cumming!” gasped Mom. “Your sister stirred up my cauldron with her tongue.”

“And got a treat!” I moaned, my bowels squeezing down on my little sister’s futa-dick. The friction brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. I hurtled towards it. This would be awesome. I licked and lapped up our mother’s cum as Sarah slammed into me.

“Cum, cum, cum!” chanted Sarah, her big futa-cock stirring my asshole up.

“Getting there!” I moaned and drank more of my mother’s forbidden cream. I came from this hole. Now I bathed in her juices.

My sister slammed to the hilt in my asshole.

“Yes!” I squealed.

My bowels convulsed around her big dick. The pleasure burst in my cunt. Waves of delight washed out of my snatch and flooded through my body. I groaned and shuddered, the heat flooding through me. This was incredible.

The pleasure flooded out of me. This incredible, outstanding, amazing flood of bliss. It was ecstatic. Wonderful. Just the best rapture there was to experience. I groaned, my body quivering through the bliss of this ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my asshole writhing. “That’s so good. I’m cumming so hard.”

“You are!” Sarah gasped and rammed into my bowels.

Her futa-dick erupted.

The pleasure washing out of my cunt intensified. I rubbed my face into my mother’s furry muff as my sister’s girl-jizz pumped into my asshole. She flooded me with all this wonderful passion. My asshole convulsed around her clit-dick.

I milked her while she moaned her rapture, her fingernails biting into my hips. My bowels rippled around her cock. Pussy cream gushed down my thighs. I moaned into my mother’s snatch, savoring every last minute of this bliss.

It was awesome. Incredible. Fantastic.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Sarah moaned as she flooded the last of my cum into my asshole. “Oh, Okasan, that’s what I needed. Your pussy and Ruri’s asshole.”

“I’m so happy,” moaned Mom. “Mmm, it was amazing.”

“Yeah,” I panted, my orgasm dying. “That was insane. I can’t believe you have a dick that big.”

“I know,” she said. Then she giggled in delight while I just savored this change in our family. Incest… It was so hot. Mom and my sister. What a wonderful treat. I wanted to sit on Mom’s face and feel her lick out all the cum from my asshole.

What a wicked idea.

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Sarah Takamaki

I ripped my cock out of my sister’s asshole, my body brimming with triumph. My blood boiled not just from the pleasure of firing all my cum into my sister’s asshole, but from the delight that I had completed the task given to me.

I darted to the front door, my mother and sister panting behind me. They started kissing. That was hot. I wrenched open the door and stared out into the night, my dirty futa-dick bobbing before me. There they were.

Britney, Mrs. Meyers, Shannon, and Mary were all looking flushed and happy, futa-cum dripping off the tips of their dicks. Pussy cream soaked their bushes. I smiled at them. Mary pushed up her glasses, looking so cute. Mrs. Meyers held her daughter’s clit-dick. The MILF winked at me.

“Goddamn, that was hot,” Shannon moaned. “Well done.”

“You did it!” Britney cheered.

“Okasan,” I called, Mom and my sister locked in their kiss, “I’m heading back to the slumber party. It’s not over.”

Mom just moaned, her tongue dancing with my sister, their boobs pressed tight.

I closed the door behind me and stepped into the warm night. It was summer and just so lovely. The others clustered before me, staring at me so expectantly. I frowned, my body buzzing from euphoria. It was hard to think.

“Uh, you going to pick?” asked Shannon. “Game’s still on.”

“Right!” I gasped. I was next after Mrs. Meyers.

Already I could see the resignation on her face, fearing that I would ask her “Truth or Dare” like everyone else had tonight. But…

“Mary, Truth or Dare!”

“Fuck me,” Mrs. Meyers gasped.

“Gladly, Mom!” Britney cheered, the blonde cutie grinning.

“Dare,” Mary said, blinking behind her glasses.

“I dare you to take us over to your house and have us gangbang your mom and aunt!” I said. “Two MILFs who are sisters getting fucked by all of us.”

Mary spun and dashed to Mrs. Meyer’s car. The naughty girl hopped into the front seat, looking so excited. She bounced in place. The rest of us raced after her. Gangbanging two MILFs sounded like such a hot thing to do next.

I loved being a futanari!

To be continued…

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All participants in this story no younger than 18 years of age.

Brie came to life. Where was she? She felt like she was in her bed, naked as before, when her dad tried to steal the sheet off of her. Was it all a strange dream? she thought. But something didn’t feel quite right. She squinted at the bright overhead lights. They were fluorescent. Am I still in school?

She slowly sat up. Her head felt like it was full of gauze, but not in the same way it had before; this time it was not delirious pleasure, just dreamy confusion.

She groaned and began to sit up in bed, adjusting the lumpy, foreign pillow behind her. She looked around. This was not her bedroom. I’m in a hospital? she thought. Why am I in a hospital? Brie vaguely remembered the sensations she had felt, and that the world had gone dark around her.

So, it must not have been a dream. Her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment, but at least that was a sensation she understood.

The door creaked open. “Brie!” a high-pitched voice pierced the air. It was a young girl, and a familiar face. She was smiling and ran and jumped onto the bed.

Brie was glad to see her. “Elsie! What are you doing here?”

“I heard all about it and I had to come see you and hear your side of the story.” Elsie blurted out excitedly, “Your dad said I could come in here and see if you were awake.”

Brie flushed with embarrassment and, feeling vulnerable, pulled the top sheet up around her neck. She wasn’t sure she could actually explain her side of the story. “Well, what’s the other side?” she asked nervously.

“I only heard rumors, but… some of the girls were saying you were possessed! And others said that you were…” Elsie looked away.

“I was what?”

Elsie turned back and lowered her voice to a whisper. “You were playing with yourself! In the middle of class!”

“I wasn’t! I never have, not in class or anywhere!”

Elsie continued, electrified by the gossip, “They also said you kissed Mr. Ivarson!”

“I’ve never kissed anybody!” Brie continued to deny.

“And you wet yourself.” Brie, in her nudity, admitted to herself that that could have been a possibility. Still, she wasn’t sure that was it true. Her cheeks burned hot.

“I don’t know what happened to me this morning!” Brie was frantic. “I felt so out of control.” She paused and thought. “Maybe I was possessed, but those feelings… they just felt so good.”

Elsie went wide-eyed. “Really? So it is true?”

“I felt like I was losing my mind. But it was the best feeling I’ve ever felt.”

Elsie stared at her friend, considering, “Do you feel it now?”

Brie rubbed her legs along the coarse hospital sheets. Then she rubbed her cheeks with her hands. “No. I don’t think so. It was different this morning.”

Elsie leaned over, reaching out and petting the hair atop Brie’s head. “Does that feel good?”

Brie smirked. “Yeah, but not in the same way. I just like it when my head gets rubbed or scratched.”

Elsie climbed across the bed and squeezed her friend’s shoulders. She giggled, asking, “What about that?”

“That just feels like squeezing,” Brie chuckled.

Elsie moved her head in close to her friend’s. Brie was unsure what was going on, but she recognized that devilish smile meant her friend was up to no good. “What about this?” Suddenly Elsie pounced, quickly straddling Brie’s small form and sliding her arms under either side of the sheet. She gripped Brie’s bare waist and dug her fingers in.

Brie screeched and writhed as her friend playfully tickled her. “No fair, I’m naked!” She fought back, jamming her hands into her friend and tickling Elsie in the sensitive spots at the base of her neck. That made Elsie shriek. The tumbled around, no longer caring how the sheet fell, for they were best friends and had seen each other in any state of undress over the handful years they had known each other. Back and forth they went, both girls screaming and tossing around in the hospital bed until they heard a woman clear her throat.

Brie looked up. “Mom!” She quickly gathered the sheet and she laid back where she had originally found herself.

Hazel smiled. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better, honey. What happened to you today?”

“I don’t know. I blacked out,” she replied, truncating her story. She shot a glance at her friend, who smiled reassuringly.

“Well, I’ve heard everything. But don’t worry, the doctor’s here. He’ll tell us what’s going on with you.”

The door to the room opened again. This time, in came Brie’s father along with the family’s pediatrician. She had gone to this doctor ever since she was a baby. She met eyes with her dad, and he looked down awkwardly. “Hello kiddo.” He looked at his wife. “Dr. Taylor says he thinks he knows what happened.”

Dr. Taylor cleared his throat. “The good news is, we ran some standard tests and everything checks out okay. No heart murmurs, no seizures, nothing serious. After looking into the report of what happened, I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on. It’s likely a genetic thing. We can run some more in-depth tests to confirm, but they’re expensive, and it’s usually faster to confirm diagnosis based on your response to treatment rather than waiting for tests to be processed.”

“A genetic thing?” Warrick questioned. “So one of us gave it to her?”

“Not necessarily.”

”What are we talking about here, Doc?”

“A genetic mutation. In a rare minority of people, they have a certain mutation in their genes that doesn’t usually display itself until they reach a certain age.”

“Whoa!” Elsie exclaimed. “You’re a mutant! Like the X-Men! Cool.”

Warrick interjected. “Elsie, you probably shouldn’t be here.”

“No way!” Brie shouted, “Elsie’s my best friend, we don’t have secrets!”

Elsie spoke up again, “So what’s her superhero power?”

The doctor laughed, “I don’t think this is the kind of power you can save the world with. To be quite frank, little Brie here is what we call super-orgasmic.” Warrick’s head snapped a double-take toward the doctor. Brie blushed.

“That’s wonderful,” Hazel said. Warrick looked at her quizzically, but she reassured him, “I just mean that I was afraid it would be something more dangerous to her health. But Doctor, what does this mean for us?”

“It means that Brie is probably going to be extremely susceptible to feelings of pleasure. While this might be great for her and her future partners in general, it can be difficult to manage, and of some inconvenience as a young person, as you are now fully aware.”

Brie swallowed a lump in her throat.

The doctor continued, “Luckily, there are a couple things we can do to treat this.”

Warrick let out a quiet breath of relief. “Go on.”

Dr. Taylor began to speak with some trepidation. “Well, ah, the first treatment is to make her… cum.”

“Excuse me?” Warrick choked.

“Whoa, what?” exclaimed Elsie.

“I’m sorry to be frank, Mr. Nova, but there’s no point in being overly formal with scientific terms. Most parents just get confused when pediatricians break out the 25-cent words. Just bear with me a moment. This is certainly a sensitive topic to broach between parents and child, but when the diagnosis is super-orgasmic, there isn’t much I can do to protect conservative sensibilities. May I continue?”

Warrick glanced at his wife, who nodded at him. He gestured silently for the doctor to continue. His sex life was progressive, open, and generous, and he didn’t like being pigeon-holed as a prude.

Dr. Taylor continued. “I’m sure as with your own normal sexual feelings, when Brie cums, the pleasurable desires will fade away for a while and clear from her head. But it’s going to be important to make her cum regularly, that way you will have some control over when and where that happens. That will ensure the best quality of life for her. In cases such as these, if she doesn’t cum for too long, she may lose control of herself to her primal urges and even black out, as we saw today.”

Dr. Taylor could see Brie grow red-faced. “I’m sorry, I know it must be embarrassing talking about this now in front of your parents and friend, young lady, but I’m sure you won’t want a repeat of today’s incident. Am I right?” He turned back to Warrick and Hazel. “I would say she should have an orgasm every one or two hours to start out with. Not when she’s asleep of course—no need to rouse her in the middle of the night—but definitely right before bed and as soon as she wakes up.”

“Gosh, Doctor,” Warrick said. “That seems like a lot.”

“There is another consideration, as well. You can feed her a dose of this syrup. This should help speed the process along. It comes in a syringe—”

Brie recoiled and hid herself away under the sheet. “No way! You’re not sticking me with any needles,” she exclaimed.

“Brie, we need to be reasonable,” her mother chided.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor chuckled, waving his hands in the air, “these syringes don’t have needles. They have a wide opening. We can just squirt the syrup right into your mouth. Here, you can see it right here.” Dr. Taylor produced a small plastic syringe filled with a pearlescent syrup. “Let’s give you a dose to start you out. Open wide.”

Brie opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, saying “Aaah.” The doctor pushed the plunger into the syringe and the syrup oozed onto the back of her tongue. As he removed the tool, some of it trailed down over her bottom lip. Brie stifled a laugh and wiped it into her mouth, sucking off her finger. With all the talk about cumming, the display seemed vaguely sexual and made Warrick’s throat dry.

The girl wrinkled her nose. “It’s kind of salty.”

The doctor chuckled. “That’s why I tried to squirt it as far back in your throat as possible, so you wouldn’t have to taste it too much.” He turned to her parents. “There, this medicine, twice a day, should help take care of it, and regular stimulation should help curb her urges, too.”

“Is that all?” Warrick asked.

“Oh, and I almost forgot! As ordinary sensations are likely to compound the problem, just be aware that some kinds of clothing can be a real problem. Coarse fabrics like denim and wool can be an irritant. And in fact, underwear can be an issue. Anything around the erogenous zones should be kept to a minimum.”

“Hmm,” Hazel said, looking at the table where Brie’s clothes lay folded. “I suppose no more lace panties for you.” She picked them up off the pile and confiscated them to her purse. “And I guess we’ll hold off on bra shopping tonight, too.”

The reality was setting in for Brie. No panties, medicine every day, and hourly stimulation? In some ways it sounded like a huge inconvenience. But deep inside her, she began to feel a familiar knot building.

Warrick, too, was wondering what the hell had happened to his life. In light of what he had experienced this morning, he felt his relationship with Brie was changed for good. And now he had to put up with her wearing no pants or underwear, and regularly stimulating herself somehow. He wondered how that would change the dynamic of the house. He wondered what Hazel would make of it.

———

After the doctor left the room, Brie got up and went for her clothes. Warrick stared uncontrollably at his naked daughter. This had never really been significant for him before, but his perspective had changed since witnessing his daughter’s sudden sexual awakening, and he no longer knew what to think. She was once his little girl, but suddenly she was this being who could experience more sexual ecstasy than he could even imagine.

Brie reached for her jeans, but her mother cut her off. “Uh uh, remember what the doctor said? No denim. Besides, your jeans are still damp.”

“But mom, what will I wear?”

Hazel looked around. She opened a cupboard labeled “gowns” and pulled one out. “Here, put this on.” Brie attempted to wear the hospital gown, but she put it on like a bathrobe and was having issues making it work.

Elsie chuckled, “You’re putting it on backwards, stupid. You gotta do it so the opening is in the back.”

“Oh,” she replied and flipped it around. Hazel helped tie it up, but Brie felt a sneaking feeling like it could come open at any moment.

“Here,” said her mom, “Your shirt is pretty dry now. You can wear it over the top.” That did make Brie feel a little bit more put together, though she was aware of a draft on her butt. “Alright, the nurses said we’re free to go now, so let’s get moving.”

They headed out the door and toward the doctor’s lobby. Elsie followed behind and snickered, “I can see your bottom, Brie!” Brie snapped her hand behind her and attempted to close the two halves of the gown. Even when it was all tied up in the back, it was far from an ideal garment. They piled into the car and Elsie took off on her bike. Warrick then started the drive home.

Brie was thankful that the drive felt so much more normal than the last time she was in the car. She didn’t feel the intensity of the vibrations and the way the seatbelt came around her chest didn’t bother her. She leaned back into the seat and exhaled. Her mind drifted off to her classmates. She wondered what they were saying about her. Had she really played with herself in class? Had she really kissed Mr. Ivarson? She had never even kissed a boy her age before. She was so unsure what had really happened. All Elsie heard were rumors.

She pushed the growing knot in her tummy out of her mind and wondered what it would be like to really kiss a boy. To make out with one, like she had seen in so many movies. Brie was broken out of her daydream as her mom turned around in the passenger seat. She smiled gently, but Brie felt like her eyes were boring into her.

“Honey? Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, mom, I think so.”

“Are you having any feelings right now? Any feelings of arousal?”

Warrick clicked his tongue. “Hazel…”

“I’m just worried, is all,” Hazel countered. “Dr. Taylor said that it’s important that Brie c… cums often.” Warrick snapped his head over to Hazel when she said that. Hazel swallowed and continued, “And especially when she wakes up. And well, she did just wake up.” She looked back at Brie.

The young girl felt herself turn red at her mom’s comments, but was too mortified to say anything.

“So, Brie… I think that you should… make yourself cum.”

“Mo-oom,” she finally managed to finally whine. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I normally wouldn’t talk about this with you—not in this way—but we need to be extra careful right now. We need to be vigilant and follow the doctor’s orders until we know what’s the right way to handle this.”

Brie was red-faced, but she also had to admit there was some kind of feeling growing deep within her, and it was mixing with a feeling of slight terror, that she might lose control again. Still, it seemed kind of inappropriate to do anything there in the car, especially in front of her parents.

At the same time, she trusted her mother.

“I— I don’t know what to do,” Brie admitted quietly.

Warrick grunted. “What did you do in school?” he said, finding himself clever.

This set Brie off. “I didn’t do anything!” she protested. “I mean… I don’t… really remember what I did.”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” her mother cut in again softly. “I can help you through it.”

Brie was visibly unsure about this. Her father was, too.

“If I tell you what you need to do, will you climax for me? Will you have cummies for mommy?” Warrick again shot a glance at his wife. He returned his eyes to the road and squirmed in his seat. Hazel noticed, but paid him no mind. Brie did not. She was fixated on her mother’s soothing voice, her oddly dirty talk, and her wide-eyed gaze, locked onto her own eyes. Brie felt a close connection in that moment, and trusted her mom implicitly.

“Okay, mom,” she swallowed. Warrick glanced back in the rearview mirror at his daughter, one eyebrow raised.

Hazel smiled warmly. “Okay Brie, first let’s take off your shirt and gown.”

Brie felt like she should protest. “But mom, I’ll be naked! In public!”

“Don’t worry about that. We’re in our car. We can do whatever we want here. If someone drives by, the most they could assume is that you’re topless, and with your figure, they will probably think you’re still just a precocious young girl. But we know what a big girl you are.” Brie appreciated that her mom vouched for her maturity, something her dad ever refused to do.

With that encouragement, she shyly slunk her top off and untied the back of her hospital gown.

She pulled the fabric slowly down her body, still hesitant to reveal herself to her parents in such a way. She felt the coarseness of the cheap hospital fabric as it dragged across her increasingly sensitive chest. Her nipples stiffened as they reached the air and her heart beat strongly beneath her youthful chest. The fabric slid down her belly, tickling her along the way, which generated goosebumps. Finally, it hit her lap and stopped. She was reluctant to pull it down any further. She didn’t want her mom looking at her pussy this way. Not yet. She shot her a pair of pleading eyes.

Her mother relented. “Alright, we’ll start here.” Brie gave a tiny nod, not breaking eye contact with Hazel. “Now honey, you don’t have to do any one thing. I’m not going to tell you what you can or can’t do. Sexuality is a personal thing. The main idea is to let your urges guide you. Let’s start with rubbing your tummy with your fingers.”

Brie was hypnotized by her mother’s soothing voice, amplified by the hazy, cottony feeling growing in her head. She began to lightly rub her fingers across her slender belly. It kind of tickled, making the hair on her arms stand up, and it caused her to inhale deeply. She finally broke eye contact with her mother and closed her eyes, sinking a bit into the seat with a light sigh. The vibrations of the road were also becoming more apparent again.

“There you go, honey,” Hazel said. “Now, are your urges telling you to move your hands up or down?”

“Um, up, I guess,” Brie replied quietly.

“Okay, go ahead, honey.” Hazel put a hand on Brie’s ankle, reassuringly. Warrick kept an eye on his daughter via the rearview mirror. He watched as she dragged her fingernails lightly up her stomach to her chest, and alternately across each nipple. Already she appeared to be in a trance. Still, he knew he had to watch the road while he was driving. He sighed quietly and adjusted the uncomfortable bulge growing in his pants, giving it a bit of a squeeze once it was in a more comfortable position. He could feel a bit of precum ooze out.

Meanwhile, Brie felt soft and fuzzy and more than a little moist herself. She sank into her seat and felt as though the car upholstery were enveloping her in a warm cocoon. At the same time, the cool air conditioning on her nakedness made her feel alive. She was losing herself in her new world, but she wasn’t afraid, because this time, with her mom’s permission, she felt in control.

She shifted the pressure of her hands, now massaging her flat chest. Her fingers rippled one-by-one over her nipples. She grabbed one and focused on it. Her other hand she brought to her mouth, sucking on her index finger. She moaned a bit as she squeezed her little bud in her one hand, feeling it stiffen.

From somewhere far away, she heard her mom encouraging her, “Yes, honey, it’s perfectly okay to make noises.”

“Hmm, yesss, like you and daddy do at night,” Brie called back from a different plane.

Both of her parents were caught off guard. For the first time, Hazel turned and caught Warrick’s eye. Warrick blushed. Neither of them had realized that Brie was aware of their regular evening sessions. Hazel’s expression shifted to slightly bemused and she recovered. “That’s right, it’s how you show you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Ooh, fuck,” Brie cussed as she tweaked on her nipple.

“Where did you learn that word?” her father interjected, and Hazel silently shushed him. But Brie could barely hear him, anyway. Her hand was slowly making its way down now. Across her tummy, under the hospital garment, and down to her hipbone. As she neared her pussy, her hand crept ever slower. Meanwhile, Hazel’s own hand moved up from her daughter’s ankle. She slid it up her calf to the bottom hem of the gown that covered the remainder of her body. Her skin was slightly slick from a sheen of sweat. Warrick watched as his wife’s hand snaked up and tugged the fabric covering lightly, causing it to slide off their daughter’s lap, down her legs, and onto the floor of the car, once again revealing her entire body to her familial onlookers and potentially anybody driving by.

Brie shivered and moved her hand onto her exposed mound.

Hazel cooed lightly. “Ooh, yes dear, follow your urges.”

The girl now barely registered those around her. She was fascinated by how good she was feeling. Her whole body felt cool and wet on the outside as a film of sweat formed on her smooth, bare skin. Yet inside she was burning up. She slouched down in her seat, savoring the sensation as the fabric upholstery pushed back against her. Instinctively, she spread her legs a bit and her fingers found the spot just inside her slit that seemed to be calling out to her to be touched. She moaned loudly as she put pressure on it.

Hazel continued to encourage her, “That’s it, baby. That’s your clit, and it’s going to feel extra nice for you. Try rubbing that.” Brie didn’t need the direction. Almost immediately, she felt her crotch become incredibly slippery. She rubbed the fluid she was producing all around the area between her legs, her inner thighs, even up to her belly button. Her labia became glossy with her sudden flow of juices. The car filled with the scent of her musk and the sounds of her moaning.

Suddenly a huge vibration shook the entire car. Warrick’s eyes snapped back to the road and he realized he was coming up to a stop sign. Rumble strips were carved into the road to warn drivers of the intersection. Brie couldn’t handle it and cried out. Her hips bucked off the seat and her hands travelled wildly all over her body, across her chest and down to her inner thighs. She could only sense traffic around her, and in the back of her mind, she knew that if any of the passengers looked in through the car window, they could see her lithe, naked form thrusting wildly. Incomprehensible noises were coming from her mouth. She sounded almost like she was speaking another language, mixed with the occasional “shit” and “fuck”.

They crossed another rumble strip and Warrick began to slow down. Brie bucked her hips into the air again and, as she did this time, Hazel reached her hand up to meet Brie’s bare slit, zeroing in on her child’s clit and said, “Mommy wants to help, baby.”

Brie moaned, barely able to form words, “Muh muh, muh muh.” Her mother’s hand rubbed away, up and down the small divide between her legs, giving extra attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves near the top. Brie grabbed one of her small breasts and massaged it. With her other hand, she supported her body, attempting to push herself up off the seat and instinctively closer to her mother’s invading fingers.

Warrick slowed over the final rumble strip, drawing it out even longer. He could barely comprehend what was going on in the car. The strong vibrations were enough to send Brie over the edge once more. She stiffened up, went silent for a few seconds, and then she began to cum. “Mommy! Cummies!” Pleasure spread quickly from her pussy out to her fingers and toes. Her body wracked with convulsions that she couldn’t control, even if she had been totally lucid. Hazel could barely keep her daughter steady with the one hand she had on her, she was bucking so wildly. A copious amount of fluids sprayed over her hand, onto the seat, and dripped onto the floor of the car.

Warrick finally managed to slow the vehicle to a stop and turned in time to see Brie collapse back in her seat into a heap, exhausted. Girl cum continued to ooze out of her crack. Hazel turned to look at her husband, a devilish smile on her face. “I guess we know how her pants got so soaked now, huh? That was a lot of cum,” she said.

“Mo-oom,” Brie whined, a half-satisfied smirk betraying her annoyance. She felt chilly now, so she put her shirt back on and pulled the hospital gown up from the floor. She curled up on the seat, using the gown as a makeshift blanket, closed her eyes, and sighed.

Hazel looked at her slick hand, then back at Warrick, who just sat there staring at her in silence. “What?” she asked slyly. “She needed help!” Warrick didn’t know what to say, he only knew that he wasn’t going to argue about it. He didn’t understand what had just happened, but he knew that he enjoyed it. In fact, maybe he enjoyed it a little too much. On any ordinary day, he might have called the cops on a mother touching her child in such a way, but given his daughter’s unconventional affliction, he wondered if his wife had not, in fact, crossed a line.

The rest of the drive home was, by comparison, uneventful. Nobody said a word, and Brie dozed lightly in the back seat until they arrived. After pulling into the driveway, Warrick opened the back door, reached in, and picked his daughter up. She made tired grunts and pulled herself into him. He privately savored the feeling of her bare legs across his arms, still somewhat slick from her climax. Being sure to keep the gown cover over her, he carried her into the house. Once they were inside, he dropped her too her feet. She ditched the gown and headed to her room.

“Take a shower and get changed for dinner,” Hazel shouted after her. “And no more napping! We don’t have time to go through this again before bedtime.”

“Okay, mom,” she called back.

“I love you, Brie.”

“I love you too, mom.”

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After his shower, Warrick climbed into bed next to his wife, who was reading a book. She glanced over and said, “Hey honey.”

“So…” Warrick started off awkwardly.

“Yes?”

“Today was… something, huh?”

“Yeah,” Hazel replied, matter-of-factly, “It sounds like our baby’s gonna be fine, though.” Warrick was surprised that she didn’t seem to have much to say about the day’s events, in particular her interaction with their daughter in the car.

He pressed on. “I just think we might want to come up with a game plan. How much help is she going to need? And, uh,” he swallowed hard, “how much involvement are we going to need to provide?”

Hazel’s eyes flicked over and met his. She huffed, marked her place in her book, placed it on the nightstand, and rolled toward her husband. “This is new to me, too, Warrick. It’s new to Brie, it’s new to all of us. I don’t honestly know how much help or guidance she’s going to need. I just want her to know that she can trust us to give it to her when she needs it.”

“Well, yes, I suppose that’s true.” Warrick conceded.

“Our daughter is going to need to learn what her needs are and what her limitations are. Nobody can decide that for her. But if she needs our help, we need to be there for her.”

Warrick was still a little unsure of what she meant by “help”. Was that what she was doing in the car earlier on the way home? Hazel sighed and shifted her eyes away from his, smirking. “Honestly, I’m a little bit jealous of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“You saw what happened. You saw her. To be in such pleasure, lost and delirious, exploring new feelings for the first time. It makes me nostalgic for my own youth.”

He nodded, but thinking about his daughter in orgasm was making him unexpectedly stiff while he laid there next to his wife, and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He didn’t want Hazel to think there was a correlation, so he pushed himself a bit away from her, but tried not to draw attention to his actions. She continued, “It reminds me a bit of my first time exploring those feelings. But hers seem different, so much bigger, so intense.” She inhaled deeply.

“Yes, and she makes a bigger mess, too.” Warrick noted.

Hazel chuckled, “Speaking of which,” she pulled herself closer to him and reached out to grab her husband’s cock, exhaling slowly and smiling at its hardness, “Mmm, I’m ready to make a mess of my own.” She pushed him over onto his back and climbed on top, straddling him. His cock was lined up against the slick crack of her pussy. Warrick was glad she, too, wasn’t wearing any underwear. It felt like heaven, especially after a day like today. She pulled the tank top she was wearing over her head and freed her breasts to the evening air.

Warrick was more than ready for some action. He had jacked off in the car earlier that day, but the rest of the day’s events had revved his motor even more. Now his wife was beside him, raring to get a piece of him. Hazel, too, was feeling exceptionally aroused, hoping to capture some of the lightning that her daughter had felt. She longed for the pending pleasure she was about to feel.

“Wait,” said Warrick, “This afternoon, Brie mentioned that she could hear us.”

Hazel rolled her eyes, “I don’t care. We’re in our room, honey.”

“But the door is open!”

Hazel peered over. “Brie’s asleep already. If she could sleep through you and Ivy, she can sleep through you and I. And it’s gonna get stuffy in here, anyway. It’s only open a crack.”

Warrick admitted to himself that he felt a thrill run through his chest at the minor taboo of fucking with the door open again. It was something they didn’t get to do very much these days. He ceased to press the issue further, “Alright, just making sure you’re aware. Now let’s get to work on this open crack.” Hazel giggled and started rocking her slippery sex across his hardened member. She cooed and relished the feeling of its firmness and, somehow at the same time, its softness as she slid her clitoris along its length. With her eyes closed, she arched her back and ran her fingers through her hair and across her scalp, which also had the effect of putting her perky breasts on display for her eager husband.

Warrick appreciated the effort his wife was giving as she slid back and forth on top of him. The feeling of her slick pussy lips wrapping around his shaft as she worked the underside of his dick was setting him off into euphoria. He worked his abs to get himself sat himself up and brought his mouth to one of Hazel’s presented breasts. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass as he nursed on her nipple. Hazel moaned and wrapped her hands around his head. “Hmm, yes, this feels so fucking good.” She continued humping her hips into his, the building stickiness produced by their organs making obscene noises with each movement. Warrick’s shaft rubbing against her clitoris was already bringing Hazel close to orgasm. Her breath caught in her throat and she tossed her head back, gasping.

Warrick switched breasts with his mouth, but continued to stimulate his original target with his fingers. Meanwhile, with the other hand, he pulled Hazel back and forth by her ass, helping to maintain the rhythmic humping that was bringing them so much pleasure. “Oh fuck!” Hazel shouted, as she was almost there, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it,” Warrick commanded, “I want you to cum. I want to watch you cum. Cum for me, baby. Right here on my cock.”

“Fuck,” Hazel whined, “Fuck. Oh god. I’m—I’m cumming,” she stammered. Her whole body tensed up for a moment and suddenly she was shaking, doing her best to slam her pussy roughly onto her husband’s dick. Warrick wasn’t sure he could maintain, as she was sliding her slit up and down over the most sensitive spot on his underside, and he found it extremely erotic when his wife lost control like this. She began to fall backwards onto the bed, but he caught her and held her there, arm around her back. She hung like a ragdoll, shuddering, rocking, and babbling like a toddler as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. Warrick nearly lost it. Finally, she began to subside.

At last, he loosened his grip on her waist, and she crashed into the mattress, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. She tipped her head up toward him slightly and asked through heavy gasps, “Did you finish?”

“Not yet, baby,” Warrick said with a smile.

Her head dropped back to the mattress again, “Good.” Now it was Warrick’s time to climb onto her. Her legs were splayed wide, and her arms were laying limply across the bed. “Do what you need to,” she acquiesced. Warrick grinned, lined his stiff erection up with her lubricated box and quickly plowed into her with force. They both slid up the bed several inches. Hazel cried out, “Unngh! Fuck! Big man.”

Warrick groaned loudly and then started quickly pistoning in and out of his wife. “Oh, baby, you’re so fucking sexy when you talk like that.”

“Fuck me, big man,” she commanded. “I need your cum inside me.” Even though she had just exhausted herself, Hazel felt that familiar feeling building up inside of her once more. One of the reasons she loved her husband so much was because he was able to consistently pleasure her and she loved to pleasure him.

While Warrick continued humping his hips in long but fast strokes, he pushed himself up onto his fists and gazed at his enchanted wife. Her head was tipped back into the mattress, and her eyes were rolled back even further. Guttural moans were coming from deep within her as he continued to drive her ever more crazy. “Fill me up. Fill mommy up,” she cried. The image was enough to bring his balls to a boil, and he knew it wouldn’t be long now.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy, but he could still see his wife in front of him, naked and taking everything he could give her. Next to her, however, in this imaginary world, was a new addition: his daughter. He knew on the surface that his imagination should not be including Brie in this sex fantasy, but deep down, he recognized that this afternoon would be burned forever into his memory. As he continued hammering Hazel, he watched as the wife in his visions reached over and touched his little girl’s slit and sent her body into shakes, as she had done in the car. He watched as Brie arched her back upwards, begging for her mother’s wandering fingers. He watched as her pussy produced copious viscous fluids that spread into the sheets. And he watched as his wife brought her fingers to her lips and salaciously licked off their daughter’s juices.

Dream Hazel looked up and made eye contact with him and that’s what set him over the tipping point. The image in his mind giggled, but instead of hearing laughter, he heard a wail. His eyes snapped open and met with his actual wife beneath him, receiving the full fury of his onslaught. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her head thrashed back and forth as unknowable words spilled from her mouth. Warrick’s cock swelled and he felt spurts of his cum empty into his orgasming wife. Her insides squeezed and milked out every last drop he could produce while somehow becoming more slick than they already were. For a few moments together, they were in perfect bliss.

At last they collapsed onto the sheet, and caught their breath. Hazel reached down and felt Warrick’s sticky fluid oozing out of her. She brought her hand up and rolled her fingers against each other. “Jesus, you really did fill me up tonight!”

“What can I say, you got me inspired,” Warrick chuckled.

“I love you, dear,” Hazel said quietly, and sucked her fingers dry.

“I love you, too, honey,” Warrick replied. He leaned over and kissed her, and then the two of them laid together spooning and fell asleep.

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Next: Elsie returns! The girls go shopping. Sounds innocent enough.

I hope you enjoyed this second chapter. There is a lot more to come, so let me know where you think I should go next with this series.

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A woman goes bird watching with her husband and gets a unexpected surprise

I had never really understood the appeal of bird watching, but my husband loved it. We’d been married for a little over three years when he finally got me to come out on a day trip with him. We left the city at around 6 in the morning and drove out to a spot near Banff, where we parked and then hiked for an hour deeper into the park, where there were some blinds and small out buildings set up for bird watching. The early morning June weather was crisp, but as the sun got higher it warmed up, and I tied my jacket around my waist. I was wearing a pair of ‘mommy jeans,’ hiking boots, a light long sleeve shirt and a sports bra; excellent hiking clothes.

There weren’t a lot of other people on the trail, but we saw a few as we walked. Eventually we got to the spot where my husband said the best birds were, and we set our bags down on one of the picnic tables. We got out our binoculars and pretty soon my husband was in his own little world, pointing out birds to me, and scribbling down all the ones he saw in his birding notebook. I got bored pretty quickly, and started playing some Hearthstone on my phone.

At a little after ten, just as I was considering going for a walk for a bit on my own, or at least digging into some of the snacks when a young woman came up the path into the clearing. I gave her a wave, and she waved back with a sunny smile. I got up and left my husband to his birds and walked over to her.

“Hi,” I said, quietly. My husband had been very keen on making sure we were quiet, so as not to frighten off the birds. “I’m Rebecca. Are you here for birdwatching, or just hiking about?”

“Carol. Just out for a hike,” she said as she shook my hand, with an Australian or New Zealand accent, I’m not sure which. “I just moved to Banff to work for the summer, this is my first time to go exploring in the mountains. You like birds?”

I laughed a bit. “Not really, but my husband loves it so I came along. Are you hiking alone?”

“Yep! I don’t know many people here, so I’m all on my lonesome today.”

“You should probably have a hiking buddy. The bears are starting to come down to the lower mountain this time of year, and there are always cougars,” I told her.

She gave me a funny look, “Cougars?”

“Ya, you know, cougars, mountain lions, pumas. They have lots of different names, but they’re big mean cats. That’s why it’s always better to hike in a pair or a group, because then the animals won’t bother you.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize! I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’d like to walk with me for a bit is there? I wanted to go higher up, I didn’t realize it might be dangerous!”

I thought about it for a second. This girl seemed nice, and I was bored silly looking at birds through binoculars. I agreed, and went and told my husband. He didn’t mind and went back to his birds. I grabbed my backpack with its water, snacks, and various junk, pulling out a water bottle for both me and Carol.

We set off, chatting as we went. Carol told me she was 19, from Auckland and working at a hotel in Banff for the summer. She had arrived a week ago, and this was her first day off so she decided to go for a hike. She was a city girl, having spent most of her life in Auckland, not even really going to any of New Zealand’s mountains so she was a hiking novice. I told her that I was 35 and worked as a lawyer for a small firm in Calgary. I loved the mountains and to hike, rather than just sitting around and watching birds like my husband. She laughed as we continued up the trail.

We saw a few other people as we hiked, in pairs or small groups, but as we got higher up into the mountains we saw less and less. Carol downed the first bottle of water I gave her, and then another from my pack shortly thereafter. She told me, “I didn’t realize this would be such thirsty work, but with the sun out I’m working up a sweat!”

I laughed and told her I didn’t mind. It was nice to have someone to talk and hike with. After about 45 minutes of walking, Carol was starting to get a bit antsy, pressing her thighs together as she walked and looking around as if searching for something. I recognized it immediately. She was doing the pee-pee dance!

“Got to go?” I asked. Carol blushed, which because she was a fairly pale-skinned redhead, was very apparent.

“It was all that water! Do you think there’s an outhouse near here?”

“Oh honey. The closest is probably back where my husband is bird watching. But we’re in the woods! Do like a bear does, and find a tree to squat against. I’ll keep a look out.”

Carol nodded then quickly darted off the path, before I had a chance to grab some Kleenex from my bag for her to wipe with. I heard her yank her pants down, and then the hiss of pee hitting the forest floor. That girl really had to go!

“Um, Rebecca?” She called. “Do you have any, um…”

“Forgot about toilet paper did you?” I finished digging the toilet paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jeans and panties around he ankles with a small puddle soaking into the ground. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause.

Carol had the brightest, red orange hair I had ever seen, big and bushy between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. “Like what you see?”

I felt my face flush and my ears turn bright red. I turned away, holding out the kleenex, ready to leave. Rather than taking the tissue from me though, Carol instead grabbed my wrist. She stood up, pulling me around so I was facing her, and kissed me. Hard.

I had kissed girls a few times at parties back in my University days to tease the guys, but never anything like this. I stood there frozen in shock as her tongue worked into my mouth and against mine, one of the hands still holding my wrist and the other behind my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I don’t consider myself bi-sexual, and I’ve never thought about being with a woman before, but the passion and intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I started kissing her back, sending my tongue into her mouth, though I was still unsure of what to do with my hands, enjoying her grip on my one wrist and leaving my other hand at my side.

After a few minutes of kissing, as Carol could tell I was getting more and more into it, she took hand and moved it until the tissue was against her crotch. I realized what she wanted me to do. I wiped the Kleenex from the top of her slit to the back, trying to get all the pee. There was a lot of wetness, only some of it urine I’m sure. I dropped the Kleenex and started to move my hand away, but Carol stopped me.

“Touch me,” she breathed into my mouth, momentarily breaking our kiss before locking lips again. I began to rub up and down her pussy, felling the coarse carrot red pubes against my fingers, the wetness and heat coming from her slit. I could tell I was getting just was wet, and my nipples were almost painfully tight and stiff. I dipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly wet, warm and smooth inside. I felt her pussy twitch like it was trying to grab onto my finger. I withdrew my finger from her, and she let out a small moan of frustration which quickly turned to one of pleasure as I found her clit and began to make little circles on and around it.

We stood there, kissing while I masturbated her for what seemed like forever. I began moving my finger faster and faster and her moans became louder. She broke off our kiss and rested her head on my shoulder, shuddering then stiffening up as I felt her pussy spasm under my hand. She let out a sigh and moved my hand off her crotch, then looked at me with a mischievous grin.

“You’re turn!” She said and spun me around so my back was against the tree. I started to protest, but stopped as she began kissing my neck and rubbing my breasts through my shirt and sports bra. What the hell was I doing? Letting this girl almost half my age do these things to me! And I had just masturbated her!

My train of though was broken as I felt Carol undo the button of my jeans and slide the zipper down. “No,” I moaned softly but she silenced my with another kiss. She slid a hand down into my jeans, overtop of my panties. With her fingers pressing the fabric into me I could feel how damp they had gotten. She rubbed my like that for a minute while kissing me. It felt incredible.

Then she broke the kiss and squatted down in front of me, her pants still around her ankles. Looking up at me with a huge grin she pulled my jeans down until they were around my ankles, pulling my butt away from the tree so she could slide them down my hips. Then Carol leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties. “I hope you taste as good as you smell,” she said and yanked my panties down to join my jeans.

“So smooth,” she said as she ran her fingers down my pussy lips, sending shivers all through my body. I waxed every other Friday, so I had just done it the day before. Then all thought left my head as her fingers spread my lips and her tongue dipped between them. The effect of her tongue on my clit was an electric shock, even more so than when my husband went down on me. Carol’s tongue worked on me while she slowly slid first one, then two fingers inside me. I was so wet that the slid in with no resistance at all. She curled her fingers to rub against the roof of my pussy, which combined with her tongue made me gasp and moan.

I grabbed the back of Carol’s head, and pushed her harder against my crotch. It’s not that my husband was bad at oral sex, he was fantastic, but the fact that it was a girl doing this to me, and in the middle of the woods no less, had me more turned on the I had been in years. I was getting close to orgasm when she removed her fingers from inside me, causing me to to moan in disappointment. Then she did something I was not expecting. She took her now very wet fingers, and began pressing them against my asshole.

I had done anal before, back when I was exploring all sorts of sex in university, but these days I don’t like it much, and these days it usually only happens if I’ve been drinking and my husband is particularly persuasive. The lubrication from my pussy on Carol’s fingers helped them slide in though there was still resistance and pain, but the distraction of her sucking on my clit like a vacuum kept me from protesting. At first she just left them in my ass, allowing me to get used to the full feeling, almost like I was trying to poop, while she focused on my clit. I almost pulled her hand away, but I didn’t want her mouth to stop.

After half a minute, she began fucking my ass, first slowly then harder. It still hurt a bit, but the combined sensation of her mouth and the fullness and mild pain in my ass was pushing me to the edge. “Don’t, don’t stop! I’m so close,” I told Carol in a breathless moan. It was then that she took her other hand, which until now had been gripping my thigh and slide her forefinger and index finger into my pussy. I could feel the fingers in my pussy and ass rubbing against each other through the thin wall that separated them as she fucked me with one hand going out while the other went in.

It felt both like we were like that forever, and like a tenth of a second passed, when both my pussy and ass grabbed onto her fingers hard enough that some distant part of my mind was worried that they might break. I didn’t care though. I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of, if not my life, at very least the last few years. I shuddered and my breath caught in my throat. I tried to moan, but I couldn’t breath in or out for a few seconds. Carol kept working away, but suddenly I was so sensitive that her mouth and fingers were too much and I pushed her away. I am defiantly not multi-orgasmic, and I need time to recover.

Carol sat back and looked up at me, my cum on her face, pants still around her ankles, and said, “You’re right. I should definitely be ready for Cougars in these woods.”

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A daughter wants to celebrate her birthday in the naughtiest way possible!

Incestuous Bedtime Tale

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter One: Daughter’s Incestuous Birthday Gift

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Avalon Young – July 2037

I stared at the clock on my nightstand. I sat there in my nightgown, rocking back and forth. It was 11:59.

It was almost midnight.

I was giddy with delight. I licked my lips, my heart beating like I’d run a marathon. It was almost time. I was about to turn eighteen. My bed squeaked and groaned as I rocked on my knees. My toes curled. I couldn’t wait. It was almost time.

I was so ready. Daddy and Mommy had always promised that eighteen was the time that I could have fun. That I could do wicked and naughty and adult things with them. I was so excited for this moment.

“Come on,” I moaned, staring at the clock. It just had to change. Those numbers just had to switch. “Change!”

Why wouldn’t it change? Surely it had been longer than a minute. I mean, how long was a minute. My eyes began to water as I focused on those red, digital letters. I refused to blink until it was my birthday. I whimpered. My hips wiggled back and forth.

“Just change and—”

12:00

It was midnight. I was eighteen. An adult.

I leaped off my bed and ripped my nightgown up my body, my fiery hair swayed and bounced about my head. I threw it off and whirled around. I raced for the door. My round breasts bobbed and swayed. The mirror on the door caught my reflection, my face freckled, my nose cute, my green eyes bright. My nipples poked hard ahead of me and my slit—my freshly shaved pussy—gleamed with my girlish, virginal excitement.

I was an adult!

I threw open my door and shouted, “Daddy! Mommy!”

I darted down the dark hallway and raced towards the door at the far end. I was so giddy with excitement. I reached the door and threw it open onto my parents sleeping in their bed. I flipped on the light as they groaned.

“It’s Midnight! I’m eighteen, Daddy! Mommy!”

My mother pushed off her sleeping mask. She was a younger woman than Daddy, youthful and beautiful. She had hair as bright-red as mine, the covers slipping off her round breasts as she sat up, her nipples dark-red. She blinked at me and smiled.

“Come on,” she said, patting the bed between her and Daddy.

Daddy sat up, his hair also red, though he had a touch of gray in it, the silver peppering his hair. He was still fit for being so old, twice Mommy’s age. He sat up, his hands rubbing at his face. The tattoos of the dull-green, Chinese dragons wrapped around his arms seemed to wiggle in flight. He yawned, his goatee surrounding his opening mouth.

“I’m eighteen!” I gasped as I darted to the bed. I jumped as high as I could, my hair flying, and then landed on the bed between them. My breasts bounced as I scampered between them. “It’s time! You both promised.”

“We did promise,” Mommy purred, glancing at Daddy across my body. “Mmm, and you’re just such a succulent thing, aren’t you, Avalon?”

I nodded my head.

“Just gorgeous, little Ava,” Daddy said, smiling at me. He licked his lips as his hand rested on my stomach.

This wicked heat ran through me. Daddy had touched me before—hugs, helping me down a ladder, normal stuff—but it had never felt so sexual. So adult and naughty. I squirmed on the bed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. His fingers were strong. His hand stroked up my stomach, his thick digits sliding closer and closer to my breasts.

I gasped as Mommy went straight for my right tit. She cupped it, squeezed it. She smiled. “Mmm, young and firm. You are so gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. I was getting so juicy between my thighs. “This is all so exciting.”

“Better than touching yourself?” Mommy asked, her thumb sweeping out over my breast and brushing my pink areola. I groaned in delight.

Mommy’s blue eyes stared at me, her dainty nose twitching. She had fewer freckles than me, just a light dusting across her cheeks. She was so beautiful. Mature and wonderful. I hoped I was as sexy as she was when I was her age.

Her tongue flicked around her tongue as she leaned forward. As her mouth descended, Daddy’s hand reached my left tit. He squeezed my breast. His hand groped me, kneaded me. I gasped at his touch. His fingers dug into my breast.

I stared into his green eyes as Mommy’s mouth engulfed my nipple. She sucked on my nub. My eyes widened as this amazing pleasure surged down through me. I groaned, my cunt clenching as this wicked heat flowed from my nipple and filled me.

Especially my cunny.

“You like that?” Daddy asked.

I nodded, whimpering at the pleasure shooting through me.

“Of course you do. You have your mother’s and grandmother’s sensitivity, don’t you?”

I nodded again. I groaned as Mommy sucked on my nub. My nipple throbbed. My thighs rubbed together, my pussy growing juicier and juicier. Every time Mommy sucked, this jolt of delight shot through my body. Daddy caressed my other nipple with his thumb. He massaged me. This wonderful delight rippled through me.

I groaned and gasped. My juicy twat grew wetter and wetter. My toes curled. This wicked heat washed through me. My rump wiggled back and forth. Mommy nursed with hunger as he manipulated my nub.

“Yes, you’re just going to be a firecracker like your mother,” Daddy said. “Happy birthday, little Ava.”

I beamed at him. “Best birthday ever.”

He leaned over and sucked on my other nipple. I gasped as his goatee rubbed against my sensitive flesh. His wiry hair caressed my areola. He sucked harder. He nibbled on me. It was so different from the wonderful delight that my mommy gave me. He sucked with more power. More force. His hand squeezed my tit, fingers digging into my breast as he loved me.

Both my parents sucked and nibbled on me. I groaned, squirming between them. Mommy’s breasts jiggled beside me, her nipples brushing my arm. Daddy’s muscular chest rubbed into my other side. I bit my lip, staring at the blanket covering him.

I pushed it down as he sucked on my naughty nipple. My thighs rubbed together as my excitement mounted and mounted. I thrust the blanket down farther and groaned at the sight of his cock thrusting hard from his dark-red pubic hair.

I grabbed his shaft as he sucked on me. This incestuous rush shot through me. I gripped the cock that had slid into my mother’s pussy and impregnated her with me. I stroked him, pumping up and down his cock. He groaned around my nipple, sucking with such hunger, his goatee rasping against my flesh.

Mommy nursed on my other nub. She nibbled and flicked her tongue around my nub, making me squirm. My hand darted down her stomach as I fisted Daddy’s cock. I brushed across her shaved pubic mound. I pressed between her thighs and cupped her pussy. My fingers slid up and down her slit, teasing her.

She was as wet as I felt.

Mommy moaned around my nipple. She sucked harder, her mouth so warm and wet, then she darted her tongue around my nub. Naughty delight rippled through my body. I groaned, my head tossing back and forth. I whimpered. I bit my lower lip as I stroked her and fisted daddy.

“Oh, you’re both making me feel so juicy,” I whimpered. “So adult.”

Daddy growled around my nipple. He sucked hard around my nub. His dick throbbed in my hand. The dick that made me. The dick that would take my virginity. I shuddered as I thrust my fingers into Mommy’s pussy.

I came from her. From here.

Mommy groaned around my nipple. Her pussy squeezed around my digits. I thrust them in and out of her, loving the feel of her. Her silky sheath clung to my fingers. My hips wiggled back and forth. My other hand pumped up and down Daddy’s big cock.

“Ooh, Daddy, you’re so hard for me,” I groaned. “You’re going to make me into a woman.”

Daddy popped his mouth off my nipple. “I’ve been waiting for this since we found out you were a girl growing in your mother’s womb.”

Mom’s hand slid down my stomach and crossed my shaved pudenda. My thighs parted to let Mom cup my cunny. I gasped as she touched my virgin flesh. This hot, incestuous wave of rapture shot through me as Mommy stroked me.

Her mouth popped off my nipple. “So have I. Ever since Dr. Wilson showed me you on the ultrasound. We knew we would love you. That it would be beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Daddy said. He always told me that, complimenting me, showering me in praise. It made me feel so warm normally, but tonight, it made me feel like such a woman. I was ready. “I love you, my little Ava.”

“You’re just so gorgeous,” Mom said, her digits rubbing up and down my slit while my fingers pumped in and out of her cunt, her juicy flesh squeezing around me. “You’re going to be a woman soon.”

“And bred?” I asked. “Can I have your baby, Daddy? Your daughter?”

“Yes,” he growled and then he kissed me.

I gasped as his goatee rasped against my lips and chin. He kissed me like I was a woman. His daughter-lover. I shuddered as his tongue thrust into my mouth. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, Mommy’s fingers rubbing up and down my cunt. Her digits danced around my flesh, brushing my clit. Pleasure sparked through me.

My toes curled. My legs squeezed about her hand while my fingers plundered her pussy. Mommy groaned. Then she sucked on my nipple again. Her tongue swirled around my areola between her naughty suckles.

This wonderful pleasure built and built in me. Better than my own masturbation.

I kissed Daddy with hunger. My clit ached and throbbed. My legs spasmed. Her thumb rubbed against my bud while her fingers pressed on my hymen. This wonderful pressure built and built in my cunny. I was about to have my first orgasm from another person.

Daddy growled as he kissed me. My hand squeezed his cock, gripping his girth. His tongue explored my mouth. I trembled, lying there as my parents played with my body. Mommy’s thumb rubbed harder and harder into my clit.

She massaged my bud. The sparks of pleasure shot through me. My fingers pumped deeper and deeper into her twat. She felt so wonderful and juicy around me. She moaned as she nursed on my nipple, her passion buzzing around it.

All these sensations shot through me. I whimpered into the kiss. My body twitched as the pressure built and built in my cunt. My legs trembled. The bed creaked beneath me as my parents loved me.

My parents loved me!

That thought sent me over the edge into incestuous rapture.

I came.

It was so intense. Pleasure howled out of my convulsing cunny. My fingers jammed deep into Mommy’s pussy. My hand fisted up and down Daddy’s cock. I gripped him, squeezed him. His dick pressed into my hip, his precum rubbed against me as the waves of ecstasy washed through my body.

My tongue dueled with Daddy’s as the bliss shot through me. The bed creaked as I bucked and moaned. Mommy sucked hard on my nipple, adding splashes of delight to the rapture burning through my body. It was incredible.

Her tongue danced around my nub. Her thumb massaged my clit. This wicked heat rippled through my body. My toes curled as I loved this pleasure consuming me. I groaned into Daddy’s kiss as the pleasure drowned me.

Daddy broke the kiss. “Is Mommy getting you ready?”

I nodded and whimpered, stars bursting before my eyes. My hand gripped his cock, fisting up and down him.

“Are you ready to lose your virginity?”

I nodded again, unable to speak as this pleasure rippled through me. My fingers trembled inside Mommy’s pussy.

Mommy popped her mouth off my nipple. She smiled at me. “You’re going to love it. Your daddy made my first time just as special. He’s amazing.”

“I know, Mommy,” I finally managed to say. My thighs squeezed around her hand between my thighs.

She smiled at me. “Mmm, then let’s make you into a woman. I hope your daddy breeds you right off the bat.”

“Me, too, Mommy!” I moaned.

Mommy pulled her fingers from my pussy. They were coated with my juices. I breathed in and smelled this tangy scent. My passion. She held them up to Daddy’s lips. He smiled at her then sucked on her digits.

She whimpered in delight as he sucked on her digits, her wedding ring glinting in the light. Daddy’s lips hollowed as he tasted my incestuous cream. I shuddered in wicked delight. Then I pulled my fingers from her pussy. I brought my digits to my lips.

I popped them into my mouth. I groaned at the taste of my mommy’s spicy cunt. My tongue danced around my digits while I sucked on the cream of her pussy. The pussy that birthed me. This was so amazing. So wicked.

Mommy popped her fingers out of Daddy’s mouth. “Does she taste good?”

“So good, Michelle,” he groaned. “Damn, our daughter is one sexy, naughty, little minx.”

Mommy beamed. “I did good?”

“So damned good.”

I trembled as Mommy leaned over me to kiss daddy on the mouth. I shuddered as their tongues dueled and played. Their lips worked together, Daddy’s ticklish goatee rasped and rubbed against her. My body trembled as this amazing delight surged through me.

I bit my lip as I watched their love. I wanted to share in it.

Mommy broke the kiss and then she grabbed a pillow. She fluffed it and smiled down at me. “Lift that cute tush, honey. Let’s make this perfect for you.”

I eagerly did. She slipped the pillow beneath me. I groaned at the fluffy feel on my naked ass. My hips wiggled back and forth. My cunny dripped with excitement. Daddy rose and moved over me. His dick thrust hard out before him.

Mommy sat beside me, her hands pulling my thighs apart. I groaned as her hand touched and stroked me. She caressed me. This wicked thrill shot up me as she exposed my pussy to Daddy’s hungry gaze.

“You are just so beautiful,” Daddy said as he settled between my thighs.

“You’re so handsome,” I groaned, my heart racing. The surge of heat rippled through me as I stared at Daddy’s cock with such hunger. Such delicious lust.

Mommy’s hand cupped my pussy again. I gasped as her fingers parted my outer folds. This wicked heat rippled through me as I felt so exposed. My pussy was on display. My body shuddered. This wild heat roiled through me.

“Do you see her hymen?” Mommy asked. “Our daughter kept herself intact just for you.”

Daddy grinned down at me. “Such a precious gift. The best gift a daughter can give her father.”

“Yes,” Mommy groaned, staring at Daddy with such love in her eyes.

This warm, delicious, gooey delight rippled through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching as I stared at Daddy. His chest rose and fell as his gaze flicked down to my nubile body. He was so strong, a coach. He kept fit despite his age. I flexed my toes, wiggling back and forth as his cock came closer and closer to my pussy.

Mommy’s other hand grabbed Daddy’s cock. She held me. She brought Daddy towards me. She kept my pussy lips parted while she brought us together. I trembled, my stomach twisting with this nervous, incestuous passion.

“Make me into a woman, Daddy!” I moaned. “Into your lover.”

Daddy smiled. “Damn, I am just so lucky.”

Mommy pressed Daddy into my pussy. She rubbed his cock up and down my virgin slit. He brushed my clit. Pleasure sparked through my body. I groaned, my toes curling. I trembled, my heart racing. Pounding. This was happening. It wasn’t a dream.

I was finally old enough to join my parents in bed.

Mommy pressed Daddy’s cock into my hymen. I shuddered at the feel of Daddy. His tip was so thick. I knew he could fit in me. Mommy was my age when they first made love. I could take it, too. I could love my daddy.

“I’m so ready to be loved, Daddy,” I moaned, trembling. I stared into his green eyes. They were the same shade as mine.

“Love our daughter,” Mommy said and released his cock.

Daddy thrust.

My eyes widened. My hymen stretched and stretched. My body trembled as my maidenhead flared with pain. I groaned. It hurt. I whimpered. Then my cherry popped. This sharp flash of agony shot through me.

Then pleasure followed.

Daddy’s cock slid into my pussy. His dick pressed into my pussy, massaging my naughty flesh. I gasped as the rush of incestuous rapture surged through me. My cunt squeezed around his dick as he plunged deeper and deeper into me. My breasts jiggled, as big as Mommy’s. His cock pressed to the hilt in me.

His wiry pubic hair rubbed at my pussy lips. I shuddered. My cunt squeezed around his cock, gripping him. I whimpered. My tongue darted across my lips. My heart raced through me. My thighs squeezed around him as he filled my pussy.

“Mommy! Mommy!” I gasped.

She stared down at me, her blue eyes so bright, her red hair falling about her face. “I know. I felt that same delight. He’s filling you to the hilt. He’s reaching so deep into you. He’s making you feel amazing.”

“He is, Mommy!” I gasped, my body trembled, this wild heat rippled through my body. “Oh, yes, yes, Mommy! He’s so big!”

Mommy cupped my face. She leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were so much softer than Daddy’s. There were no rough whiskers. Just wonderful softness. I groaned, my pussy clenching around Daddy’s cock as Mommy kissed me.

“That is beautiful to witness,” Daddy groaned. My hips wiggled back and forth. I groaned, my pussy clenching about his dick. It was this amazing rapture. I shuddered, my hips dancing around his cock. “You’re amazing, honey. Both of you. This is the daughter we made, Michelle.”

Mommy broke the kiss. She rose and smiled. Then she glanced down at me. “Yes, she is. Ooh, I am so glad that she’s so eager for this. That she wants you.”

“I want you, too,” I groaned. My tongue darted around my lips. “I can love you as Daddy loves me.”

Emotion misted Mommy’s eyes. “Do you mean…?”

“I want to eat your pussy, Mommy, while Daddy fucks my cunny!”

Tears of joys actually spilled down her face. She looked so happy. My own eyes burned. I blinked against them. I shuddered, my breasts rising and falling. My pussy clenched around Daddy’s cock. I wiggled my hips, stirring around him, my clit throbbing against his bush.

“I love you, Avalon,” Mommy gushed.

“I love you, too!” I gasped. “I love you both. Ooh, you’re in me, Daddy! And Mommy, sit on my face! I want to eat your pussy!”

“Just a budding, little muff diver,” Daddy said, chuckling.

“For Mommy!” I moaned. “And our daughter, Daddy. When she’s an adult, I’ll eat her pussy and get her ready for you.”

“Lucky Daddy,” Mommy purred, winking at him. She then threw her leg over my head. She straddled me.

I groaned as her pussy lowered to my mouth. I salivated at the sight of her hot twat coming lower and lower to my mouth. I breathed in her spicy musk as her shaved pussy descended. The hole that birthed me pressed against my mouth.

My pussy clenched around Daddy’s cock. My tongue flicked out, tasting her spicy delight straight from the source. Her cream spilled into my mouth. I lapped at her. I caressed her, nuzzled into her. This wonderful treat surged through me. It was incredible to enjoy.

Then Daddy drew back his cock. My pussy squeezed around him as I moaned. This incestuous rush shot through me. My cunny clung to his twat. I thrust my tongue into Mommy’s pussy. I danced around her twat, churning her up as Daddy stimulated my snatch.

Waves of incestuous delight rushed through me.

“Little Ava!” groaned Daddy as he rammed back into me. His cock filled me. His balls smacked into my flesh. They were heavy with his seed.

My fertile pussy was so ready for him.

My tongue darted through Mommy’s folds as Daddy’s cock thrust into me over and over. My cunny clung to him. This amazing pleasure rushed through me. My thighs gripped him while my hands clutched onto her thighs.

He thrust hard into me. Daddy groaned as he loved me. Mommy gasped as I ate her out. She rubbed her hot flesh onto my mouth as this amazing treat swelled through me. I loved my parents, my pussy clinging to Daddy’s cock. My tongue devoured Mommy’s pussy.

“Oh, Michelle,” groaned Daddy. “Oh, damn, our daughter was just as tight as you.”

“Wonderful,” she moaned. “Ooh, she’s eating my pussy. She’s licking me. She’s devouring me.”

I thrust my tongue deep into Mommy’s cunt. I swirled around inside of her. I caressed her. Her spicy juices coated my tongue, soaking my taste buds in her incestuous passion. My fingers dug into her thighs. I gripped her as she squirmed on me.

“Yes, yes, Avalon!” Mommy groaned. “Oh, you’re amazing.”

“You are,” groaned Daddy, his heavy balls slapping into my taint. His cock buried into me again and again. “Damn, Little Ava! Oh, fuck, yes!”

“Breed our daughter!” Mommy moaned, her hands grabbing my breasts. She squeezed my tits. She dug her fingers into my mounds. “Breed her! She needs her daddy’s seed in her.”

“I do!” I moaned. My tongue thrust into her depths. I swirled it around inside of her. “Oh, yes, yes! Daddy! Mommy!”

My orgasm built in me with every hard plunge of Daddy’s dick into my cunt. The pleasure rippled through my body. My cunny clung to Daddy’s cock. This hot bliss rippled through me. I nibbled on Mommy’s pussy lips. My tongue lapped through her folds as the bliss swelled.

I was coming closer and closer to cumming on Daddy’s cock. He was in me. We were united, one flesh just like when Daddy created me inside Mommy. I trembled, moaning, gasping. My hips humped forward as his cock rammed into me.

My clit throbbed against the brush of his wiry pubic hair. Pleasure surged through me. My thighs squeezed around him. My pussy clenched around his cock. The silky friction stimulated me. I trembled, moaning into Mommy’s spicy cunt.

“Breed our daughter!” Mommy groaned, her fingers grabbing my nipples. She twisted my nubs. Twerked them. She teased me with her wicked touch. “Do it, Daddy!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I whimpered.

“Little Ava!” Daddy groaned, his cock burying into my depths. His balls smacked into my flesh, heavy with his cum.

“Cum in me!” I moaned into Mommy’s twat. “Oh, yes, yes, cum in me! Just flood me!”

“Flood our daughter!” Mommy groaned as she squirmed her shaved flesh across my flesh. Her juicy twat smeared on my mouth. “Breed her!”

“Yes!” snarled Daddy. He rammed hard into me, filling me with his cock.

My pussy rejoiced.

Incestuous rapture rippled out of me as my orgasm exploded through me.

My cunny spasmed around Daddy’s cock as he drew back through my sheath. I moaned my bliss into Mommy’s twat. My body bucked on the bed. My pussy writhed with bliss, celebrating the incestuous love I was sharing with my parents.

My tongue darted through Mommy’s folds, fluttering, teasing her. Stars burst across my eyes as this naughty pleasure surged through me. It rushed through my body and drowned my mind. Ecstasy flooded my thoughts.

“Cum in me, Daddy!” I howled into Mommy’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, cum in her!” Mommy moaned as her juices gushed into my mouth.

I drank her spicy juices as Daddy’s cock thrust into my cunt. He filled me over and over. Pleasure rippled through me. My twat spasmed around his cock. I gripped him. This pleasure surged through my body.

“Breed our daughter!” Mommy howled.

“Yes!” growled Daddy.

His cock rammed into deep into my convulsing cunny. His balls smacked into my taint. Then his jizz fired into me. This wonderful heat rippled through me, my orgasm intensifying. I groaned as the pleasure spurted over and over. It filled me. This amazing delight. It rushed through my body. I shuddered, my body trembling, my cunny writhing around his cock.

Stars of delight shone brighter across my vision. I came harder as Daddy flooded my body with his incestuous seed. My pussy milked his dick. I wrung him dry as I trembled. I moaned into my mommy’s cunt. I gripped her thighs as she squirmed on me.

“You’re breeding our daughter!” Mommy whimpered. “Yes, yes, yes! I love you!”

I heard them kissing. Their lips smacking. They loved each other, and they loved me. I savored it. I groaned as I massaged her thighs. My tongue darted around through her pussy as my cunny milked out the last of Daddy’s cum.

My orgasm died.

Mommy slipped off of me. She sank down on the bed beside me. “Mmm, did you love that?”

“Of course I did, Mommy!” I moaned, my lips sticky with her pussy juices. “It was amazing.”

Daddy groaned as he pulled out of me. His face was flushed, his eyes bright. He settled down on the other side of me. He cuddled up and kissed me, his whiskers scratching my juicy chin and lips. I shuddered against him.

“Happy birthday,” Mommy said. “Alexa, lights off.”

The lights turned off, plunging their room into darkness. “Did they have smart rooms when you were my age, Mommy?”

“They did, but they were rare,” she said, her hand stroking down my body to cup my breast.

“Mmm, when I was a kid, Clap On was big,” Daddy said.

“That was so long ago,” I said. “Like the eighties or something.”

“Or something,” Daddy said. He kissed my cheek.

“Will you tell me a bedtime story?” I asked, my parents cuddling up to me. I wasn’t ready to sleep. I had daddy’s cum puddling in my pussy, my rump still elevated to keep his seed trapped in me. My cunny marinated in all the incestuous jizz.

“Aren’t you a little old for that?” Daddy asked with some amusement. “I thought you were a woman now.”

“But I’m still your little girl, right?” I asked, trembling.

Mommy giggled. “You always will be. Right?”

“Yes, you will,” Daddy said, his hand reaching across my belly to grab Mom’s hand. They held each other as they snuggled up to me. “What do you want?”

“How did you and Mommy first meet?” I asked.

“You know that,” Mommy said. “He was there for my birth. Just like he was for yours.”

“Oh, right,” I said, frowning. I had heard my friends stories’ about how their parents met. “I forgot. Well, what was the first time like when you made love?” I asked. “I want to know details! I’m old enough.”

Mommy laughed. “That sounds like a wonderful bedtime story. Why don’t you tell it, Daddy?”

“Sure,” Daddy said. “It was nearly nineteen years ago…”

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Harrison “Harry” Young – September 2018

It was nearly midnight as I headed down the hallway to my bedroom. It was so lonely in there. I held the tumbler of whiskey in my hand, the glass rattling. I dreaded going into my room. Another night of sleeping without Rachel beside me. Two years, and her ghost still haunted me.

It was stuffy in the house. The AC had broken just in time for the heat to linger into early October. I took a sip of my whiskey, the burning liquor almost soothing as it poured down my throat to my stomach. I carefully opened my daughter’s door to check in on her like I always did.

I turned it slowly, my dick tenting my pajama bottoms. I tried to pretend I was just making sure she was safe, but since she turned eighteen, I was noticing how much Michelle resembled her mother. The same blue eyes, the same delicate smile. I knew this was wrong, I did, but with those rumors floating around the college where I coached soccer and taught PE at, I couldn’t get them out of my head.

Did Clint Elliston really fuck his sisters? He was open about screwing his cousins, but did he also enjoy that delicious Alicia, his little sister? She was as precocious as my own daughter. Had he fucked his older sister, Zoey? She’d played on my girl’s soccer team two years ago. Or what about his aunt, my colleague Vicky Samuels who taught history? Had he taken his own mother to bed?

Incest…

The college campus buzzed with rumors about it. How could I not think of Michelle in that way no matter how wrong it was? My heart beat in my chest as I pressed the door open. The hallway light fell on her as she slept on her belly, her windows open. The breeze rustled her curtains.

I groaned at the sight of her nightgown. It had slipped up to exposed her panty-clad bum. The pale-pink fabric cupped her cute tush. She had just the start of womanly curves, just budding into femininity. Eighteen and precocious.

I groaned and took another sip of my whiskey. My cock begged for me to slip into the bedroom and touch her. To love her the way I’d loved her mother. My dick throbbed in my pajama bottoms as I couldn’t look away from that perfect rump.

“You’re going to go to hell,” I muttered to myself while this insidious thought whispered: Clint fucks his family. They all love him. How did he do it? Why can’t you?

My daughter shifted. My stomach tensed. I prepared to close the door and flee as her leg curled up, showing off her panties molding over her young pussy. Around the edges of her gusset, her fiery bush peeked out, hairs curly.

Eighteen and precocious. My heart raced in my chest. I could just walk into there and love her. Peel off those panties and…

I closed the door as softly as I could, my heart racing, then I fled to my bedroom. To my lonely bed. I slammed the door shut behind me. I trembled, staring around the room past the dark furniture to the picture of my wife on the nightstand, looking so beautiful. It was a pic of her at eighteen, dressed up in her first formal gown, purple that complimented her sandy-blonde hair. I was beside her, looking so proud.

Our first school dance.

“Do you hate me?” I wondered as I stared at the picture. “For wanting to love our daughter? Or do you want us to be happy? Can we be happy?”

Clint was happy.

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I was bleary eyed the next morning at the college where I worked. I don’t remember sleeping at all. After I finished off my whiskey, I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the house groaning as it settled, to my daughter shifting on her bed as she slept in her innocence.

She had no idea her father was a pervert.

This had to end. I had to do something about it. I had to speak to Clint Elliston.

The next morning I watched the dark-haired youth, in his final year of college now, as he sauntered down the hallway like he owned it. Girls glanced at him, whispering, giggling. They all knew the rumors. He’d knocked up two girls last year, his cousin Melody and this girl named Pam. They were both his girlfriends. California let you marry and fuck your first cousin, so he could be open about it.

Did he fuck his little sister, Alicia? The sophomore girl followed him around like a puppy in her little girl dresses.

“Hey, Coach Young,” Clint said, grinning at me. “Can’t wait for practice to start up. We’re going to take down the state tournament this year.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Uh, could we talk in my office.”

Clint shrugged. He was an athletic, young man, his shoulders already filling out. He had a man’s look about him despite being twenty. “What do you need?”

“Uh…” I glanced around at the crowded hallway. “Not here. Not here.”

“Okay,” he said, a serious look on his face. He glanced at his watch. “I have an appointment.”

“During your lunch period?” I asked him.

Clint winked at me. It was so brazen. I heard rumors of him using Vicky’s classroom. That he had orgies there that his aunt sometimes participated in. My dick throbbed hard. It couldn’t be true, right? But the way he walked ahead of me, not a care in the world.

“How are your, uh, children?” I asked.

“Doing great,” he said then yawned. “Fussy the last few nights. I had to rock both Hikaru and Christie for two hours last night before they fell asleep. But, you know, just seeing them in my arms, how beautiful they are…”

“Yeah, it’s worth it,” I said, remembering when Michelle was a babe that small. How she had grown. Blossomed…

We passed into the athletic center, students in gym were moving about, the girls in their tight shorts and tank tops smiling at Clint. He nodded at a few of them. They giggled and whispered to each other, probably about his cousin Lee.

Did he really fuck her up the ass in the boy’s restroom?

My office was accessed from inside the boy’s locker room. We headed inside, the room empty. Our footsteps echoed on the way to the door. It wasn’t a large office. The walls were covered in a few posters of my favorite soccer players as well as some educational posters on sports injuries and how to take care of them. I took my seat at my desk, the chair groaning.

“So, what’s up?” Clint asked as he took a seat.

“I’ve heard… rumors,” I said, swallowing. My heart raced. I glanced at the photo of Michelle on my desk taken just at the start of the year, eighteen and smiling as she prepared to go rafting down the American River.

“That I’m fucking my sisters?” Clint asked. He didn’t even flinch. He leaned forward, his eyes flicking to the photo of my daughter. “You want to fuck her, don’t you? Michelle.”

My blood ran cold. My stomach roiled. Sweat broke out across my body as he stared at me, his dark eyes intense. I shifted in my chair, my mouth going dry. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I struggled to swallow.

“This was a mistake.” I stood up. “What you do with your sisters is your own, and—”

Clint grabbed my wrist as I went to move around my desk. He stood up, too, his eyes serious. “I can help you.”

“What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to love your daughter,” he said. “To satiate your desire for her so long as she wants it, too.”

I swallowed.

“So you have to know if she wants it,” Clint said. “You have to seduce your daughter, discover what she craves, how she can love you back. Does she want you to be her daddy, her lover, or her master.” Clint’s smile grew. “You want her to be your lover, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I croaked, my heart racing. “More than anything. I want to love her. She looks so much like her mother.”

“That can’t be it,” Clint said. “You can’t just make her a proxy. You have to love her for her.”

I swallowed. “How will I know?”

He shrugged. “You’ll have to figure that out.” He let go of my wrist. “Now, to seduce her, you have to awaken herself to her femininity. She has to start thinking of herself as a woman around you. As something desirable. Beautiful.”

“Okay,” I groaned.

“You need to be affectionate,” Clint continued. “Touching her, brushing back her hair, hugging her, planting kisses on the cheeks. Shower her in compliments. Let her know she’s beautiful.”

“She is,” I groaned. “Gorgeous. As pretty as her mother was at that age. As her mother was…” The words choked off. Rachel only improved over the years.

“Good, let her know,” he said. I could see an idea kindling in his dark eyes. “Take her shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Shopping,” Clint said. “Buy her some new clothes, ask her to model them. To show off how pretty she is.”

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“Dad,” Michelle said as I came up to her. She put away her phone and stood up from the bench out front of the main college building, wearing a jean skirt and pink leggings, a pink blouse with ruffled sleeves clinging to her petite body. She had budding breasts, small and delicious.

I hugged her. She stiffened for a moment then hugged me back. My hands were on her lower back. I wanted to slide down to cup her rump. Instead, I stroked her as I stared down at her. Her blue eyes twinkled in question.

“I think you need some new clothes.”

Delight burst in her eyes. “I do!” Then she frowned. “Why?” She gave me an inquisitive look. “You never like taking me shopping.”

“Because you’re doing good in school,” I said, releasing the hug. I brushed back a strand of fiery hair from her face, caressing her cheek and loving the silky feel of her skin in the process. “My beautiful daughter deserves a reward.”

The way she blushed when I said beautiful was amazing. Her entire face transformed. Her blue eyes twinkled as she squirmed in this coquettish fashion. She groaned, “Daddy,” with embarrassment and joy.

“You are,” I said. “You are a gorgeous, young woman. Just as beautiful as your mother was at your age.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes growing dewy.

I cupped her chin, my thumb stroking her cheek. “Really.” The feel of touching her made my dick so hard. “Ready?”

“Yes!” she said.

“I want you to buy a few pretty outfits and let me see them,” I said. “I want to see how gorgeous my daughter is.”

She clung to my arm, nodding in delight. Her eyes were so bright as we strolled to the car. She was such a precious thing. My heart pounded heat through my veins as I escorted her to my car. She felt so much like her mother.

Was I just thinking of her as a replacement for her mother? Was this just grief driving me towards this precious, beautiful girl?

My heart pumped such warmth through me as she broke away from me. She had a glee that Rachel lacked. A zest. My daughter bounced by the passenger door, her red hair flying about her as she waited for me to unlock the car.

She hopped in, pulling on her seatbelt as she shifted in the seat. Her eyes sparkled with such delight. I slipped in, studying her. She was her mother, but there were differences in the cheekbones. The ears. The hair color. Not blonde, but a bright red like me.

The way she glowed right now, I knew this would work.

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Avalon Young – July, 2037

“Oh, that’s so romantic,” I said, trembling between my parents in the dark. “Did Mommy look pretty in her new clothes?”

“As pretty as you,” Daddy said, stroking my stomach with his warm hand. My pussy clenched, swimming with his cum.

“And what about you, Mommy?” I glanced at her, seeing her shape in the dark. “Did you have any idea that Daddy wanted to make love to you?”

“No idea,” she said. “I didn’t have an inkling that our daddy saw me as anything other than his daughter. It never even crossed my mind. I was just starting out at as freshman at the college. I didn’t really know about the rumors about Clint. Everyone knew my father was Coach Young, so they watched what they said around me.”

“So you didn’t know that this Clint was fucking his sisters?”

“Nope,” said Mommy. “I was just excited that Daddy was paying attention to me. He seemed happy that day. For the first time I could remember. He was so sad when your grandmother died. The house was so somber. I did my best to try and brighten things up, but he never seemed to notice. Then he did. I was so eager for it. It wasn’t that wet, juicy excitement, not yet, but I was starting to feel so womanly. I was responding. Just like your daddy thought I might. I had all these wicked ideas bouncing around in my head.”

“What happened when you reached the clothing store?” I asked as I grabbed Mommy’s breast. I brought it to my lip and sucked hard on her nipple.

“Well,” Mommy said. “I decided to buy a bit more adult clothing. I was feeling womanly and…”

I happily nursed at her nipple as I listened to the best bedtime story ever.

To be continued…

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13-year-olds Sam and Jen commensurate their relationship further, sharing intimate moments.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: READ THE FIRST INSTALLMENT. TWITTER: @JamesDetorini 

This work is purely fictional. Any similarities to real events or people may or may not be coincidental. Also, the characters are thirteen. If this somehow offends you, then this story is obviously not for you.

If you want incest, this story is not for you. If you want pain or bondage or domination, this is not for you. I don’t write stuff like that, so please don’t leave a comment asking for any of that. I am planning on more parts to this story that include sex toys, so feel free to suggest some stuff. The watersports part in here came from a suggestion. More should come soon. Thank you, and bye! -James DeTorini. 

PART THREE: INTIMACY

Jen and I spent the rest of the evening playing, talking, and hanging out. My parents came back around the expected time and didn’t suspect a thing about how much more close Jen and I were. We now shared a huge bond I never thought I’d get to have, and our curiosity for our newfound pleasure was massive. 

At around midnight, we prepared for bed, but my parents were still up downstairs watching tv. Jen and I changed into our pajamas – some short capri bottoms and a blouse top. 

I told my parents goodnight, closed the door, turned off the light, and pulled back the sheets, getting into bed with Jen. 

“My god, today has been amazing,” I said breathlessly. 

“I know,” she agreed, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “i never thought I’d find a true love so early if at all, but, I have, and it’s not where I had expected it to be. but it’s so much better than I had ever dreamed.”

“I love you, Jen,” I said, and rolled over on her, our lips immediately dancing together in harmony, so passionately, our tongues intertwining. 

Our arms locked in an embrace, and my hands found their way underneath her top, finding happily that she, like me, was wearing no bra. I cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands and moved them around, up and down, side to side. As her arms hands found my breasts, her fingertips found my nipples and rubbed them heavily, making sure they were as hard as possible before doing what I was doing. 

She then began to unbutton my top, starting at the top and moving down, button by button. Soon enough, it was free, and she pulled it off and out from underneath the covers. As her hands got to my breasts again, I unbuttoned her top from the bottom up, gently touching my fingers to her stomach and chest as I did so, hoping for a tingling effect. She definitely enjoyed it. As I finished, she sat up momentarily so I could slip her top off and throw it to the floor with mine. 

The covers were up to my neck, and I couldn’t really see, which led to a very intimate and sensual time. My hands moved downward to her pajama bottoms, which I slowly began to pull off, little by little, making sure she felt it slide down her little legs. As I went further down, I slid further underneath the covers until she bent her legs up to finally get off the last of her pajamas, leaving her dressed only in he panties. 

Even before then, she had begun to pull my pajamas down, too, with her feet. Her cold toes felt strange against the warmth of my smooth skin, and it was pleasing. Soon, I was also left in only panties, all our pajamas on the floor next to us. 

We began to move up and down each other, arms to our sides on the mattress. Our breasts rubbed each other, stone-hard nipples grazing our skin. My panties were soon wet from my juices as I felt her lips from across out two layers in between.  And then, without warning, Jen’s hands shot up and grabbed my panties, and I felt them as they were dragged down my smooth skin. Soon enough, both our panties were also on the floor. 

Now I could feel both pairs of our lips on one another’s. My hands supported me to get to an angle in which our labia rubbed over and inside each other’s. I moved side to side like that, as quietly as possible, as our clits also touched and rubbed. Then, I got right back down on her and fit her tits in my mouth as she moaned lightly in pleasure. We had to be quiet. 

I sucked hard on each of her big nipples, caressing them in my mouth with my tongue. Moving around, her whole chest was soon wet. Cupping her tits in my hand again, I licked right down the middle of her chest, slowly down to her navel and then further down, almost at her pussy. 

But then, I flipped her over to where she was lying on her chest, breasts flat on the mattress. Unable to see anything deeply enrichened the sense of touch, and I rubbed my wet pussy lips all over her ass cheeks, getting them wet with my juices as I breathed on and kissed the side of her neck. My pussy went flat on her ass, rubbing my clit back and forth. My standing nipples also rubbed her shoulderblades and down the small of her back, while my fingertips gingerly traced a line down from her neck to her spine to the center of her ass. I moved down, off her and fully underneath the sheets. There, I spread her ass cheeks apart and traced around her asshole with my tits, and then my fingers. 

Suddenly, I had an overwhelming desire to put my mouth on it. Should I do it? Why not? I knew it had been done, and was fairly common, but I was still slightly hesitant. But then, I made up my mind and stuck out my tongue, right on her asshole. 

The taste… the taste was different from what I had expected. Sure, I’d heard people say, “God, this tastes like ass!”, but it wasn’t bad at all. In fact, I liked it – a lot. 

I can’t explain it, but it let me unleash a lot of sexual energy I hadn’t even known I had. I had heard Jen’s surprised moan, and I continued, licking every inch of her ass crack before plunging into her within. My tongue made its way slowly into her asshole, and the taste was much stronger. I loved it. I knew at that point ass play would be a favorite of mine. 

I stuck my tongue as far as it could go up inside her asshole, which wasn’t that far, but it was great. The taste surrounded my tongue, sheathed inside its warmth. I began to pull it in and out rapidly, combing the sides of her colon, which I could tell she really liked. Sucking on her asshole proved to bed fun as well, and both at the same time – heavenly for the both of us. It was better than anything I ever could have expected.

I then pulled out and scrunched her legs up to the point in which her ass was in the air, and ran my hands all over her pussy, stroking her clit and between her labia, which were hanging down. With my other hand, I split my middle and index fingers, and plunged them into her depths. She loved it. 

As I pulled my fingers inside and out, her shallow breathing became more and more rapid, and with her ass and pussy full and my hand massaging her clit and labia, not to mention my tongue all over her ass cheeks, she didn’t last too long. Soon, she shook violently as her pussy and ass squeezed my fingers very tightly, and collapsed flat on the bed, satisfied. 

But then she got up and it was her turn to please me. I lied down on my back, head resting on my pillow, and she sat, legs spread, on my chest, one of my hard nipples up inside her pussy. She moved around, and her spread labia on my tits felt exquisite. Her hard clit and my hard nipple massaged ecah other we both moaned. She then moved up toward my head to where her pussy was right over my mouth, and my tongue reached out and entered her, feeling up every inch of her sweet twat. 

She then got down and lied flat on top of me, our breasts rubbing each other, our lips caught in a passionate kiss. I felt her surprise as she tasted her own ass, but she liked it. Her hand moved down and scrunched up my legs to where my knees were up in the air, and began to ride one of my legs, rubbing her twat all up and down it. As her clit rubbed against me, my breasts bounced, something that she liked tp feel. 

When she was satisfied, she moved down off me, and put my knees to my chest, exposing both my pussy and my asshole. She gently rubbed the side of her hand down my pussy, between my lips, grazing my clit. She then parted my lips and brought her tongue down. Immediately a wave of supreme pleasure rushed through me. Her tongue slid over my clit as it made its way around every nook of mine before sliding into my vagina. From the inside I could feel it moving around, sending signals of ecstasy up my spine. 

But it wasn’t nearly over yet. Her tongue exited me and suddenly darted down on my asshole. A loud moan escaped me; I hadn’t expected it to feel so good. The wetness of her tongue felt so amazing on it. She definitely liked it, too, since her tongue made its way all over my ass, flicking back over my asshole.

Finally, she brought her tongue inside my ass, slowly moving in further and further. I wasn’t prepared for how good it felt. Her tongue tickled slightly as it went in, and as it flicked around inside me, ecstasy once again roared through me. 

When her fingertips reached my pussy again and began to rub rapidly, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. And soon enough, a giant wave came over me, and I felt as if I’d explode from pure ecstasy. My ass tightened around her tongue, and my pussy squeezed extremely tightly. 

As I spasmed, Jen kneeled over me, watching with, I knew, a content smile. I could hear her smack her lips. When my orgasm subsided, she lied down on me and brought her lips to mine. This kiss, I could taste my own ass.

We fell asleep just like that, with her in my arms, legs intertwined in a lovers’ embrace. 

PART FOUR: IN THE MORNING

We also woke up like that, and just let me say, it’s a great thing to wake up to, being naked it your lover’s arms. As I stirred, Jen did as well. I looked into her adoring eyes, and we kissed again, in heaven. 

“My parents should be at work by now,” I whispered in her ear. “Let me go make sure.” And with a quick smooch, I got up and made for the door, not bothering to dress. Jen sure wouldn’t mind. 

I had never walked through my own house naked before, but it was wonderful. I felt so free and powerful. It was odd. But I made my way downstairs, feeling the passing air on my bare skin, and peeked around the corner. Nobody home. Good news. 

Walking back into my bedroom, I didn’t bother to shut the door. Why should I?

Jen was sitting up on the side of the bed, looking as beautiful as ever. I took her hand as we tenderly kissed again before I pushed her down, so she was lying flat on the bed on her chest, legs hanging off, leaving me facing her beautiful ass. My tongue was immediately all over it, feeling her from the inside. 

Her position allowed me to run my hands down her back as I did so, feeling her beautifully smooth skin. It also left me with a great angle to both her ass and pussy, and, after spitting on her ass, I let my finger slide inside her. My tongue went in downward, mixing the slightly bitter taste of her ass on my tongue with her sweet pussy juices. 

As my finger moved in and out, mixing my saliva around in her ass, my other hand went to her pussy and rubbed around. Soon, my middle finger joined my index, stretching out her petite, pink little asshole. She moaned happily as she came closer to cumming. 

But I wouldn’t let her have it yet. I got up on the bed and she flipped over to her back. Crouching on either side of her head, my pussy dangled right above her lips. I hadn’t been eaten out like this yet, but it was nice. She sucked on my labia, licked my clit, and did both things to my asshole. Jen was fondling her breasts as she treated me, which was great to watch. It felt different to be sitting up straight when taking it, and quite pleasing.

I got really near orgasm, but knew it still wasn’t time yet. I reluctantly got up from over her and lied down on my side next to her, spreading my legs. Lying on my left side, my left leg was folded in so that my heel was by my ass, and my right leg was up in the air comfortably. I beckoned Jen to me. 

She knew what to do. She simply sat on my left leg, her right ass cheek on its thigh, pussy to mine, and began to move up and down. Our labia spread on each other, rubbing against each other, and our clits were receiving good attantion, too, rubbing each other, covered in our juices. 

My asshole was also being rubbed by Jen’s left leg, and I could feel her asshole on my left, smearing remnants of my saliva all over me. And soon, lost in our ecstasy, we came in unison, backs arching back as we twitched in pleasure, long, ecstatic moans emanating from our chests. We were left panting, facing each other, deep smiles on our faces. 

“Let’s go have some breakfast,” I said breathlessly. 

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Who needed clothes? Jen and I agreed that doing everyday tasks was exhilarating when nude. It felt so wonderful, and it was so sensual to feel every surface on your bare skin. 

I cooked some sunny-side-up eggs and served some to Jen, joining her on the couch, watching tv. She immediately dug into them – she loved my eggs furiously. She usually maintained it was the only reason she ever came over. 

When we were finished, I put the plates away, and we cuddled on the couch for a while. A short while later, she looked at me and asked, “Hey, you wanna go swimming?”

“Sure!” I exclaimed. “That’d be great!” I loved swimming. 

So we got some towels and ran outside, jumping right into the water. We had a great time out there, having contests to see who could jump the farthest, who could hold their breath the longest, et cetera, all while feeling great with the water on our bare skin. Any normally fun thing was even better naked, and this was infinitely better. The water rushing past my body, whether on my chest, pussy, or even arms, was amazing. Plus, Jen’s ass looked great when I watched her run and jump in, and I loved to see her breasts bounce, too. 

When we got tired, we moved to the hot tub, soaking in the warmth. It was good to relax after everything, and it really felt just like a bath. It was just outdoors. And it had jets. 

The jets really massaged well. They felt great all on my back, but even better on my ass. It was oddly sensual, a unique feeling. After some time, I turned around and they were also nice on my breasts. Going down, it was fantastic on my pussy. The water blew my labia back and tickled my clit. I showed Jen what I was doing, and, on the other side, she tried it as well. 

I was positioned so that my feet were sticking up out of the tub, and my hips were level with the jet I was using, which was spraying directly onto my ass and pussy. My hands held onto the sides, and my back was parallel to the the water, my head sticking up above it. The water’s force on my clit was so strong that I was cumming right then and there. Its force on my asshole helped, too – it was insanely sensual. 

Jen was doing the same on the opposite side of the hot tub, and her head was right next to mine. I turned my head and we kissed passionately until we finally came, legs tensing up as ecstasy shot through our veins. 

We happily grabbed our towels and made our way into the house, where we planned to bathe to get the chlorinated water off our bodies. 

PART FIVE: CLEANSING… AGAIN…

“Hey, I have an idea,” I told Jen as we rubbed the towels on our bodies, inside the house. “I have no idea why I didn’t think of it yesterday.”

“What is it?” she asked excitedly. 

“Well, why don’t we use my dad’s giant shower?”

“I’ve never seen it… how big is it?”

“It’s almost as big as a public shower,” I said. Her face lit up. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

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It was indeed huge. It had green tile like mine, and was completely sealed off but for a glass door. I’d say it was around ten feet square. There was a seat like a peninsula coming out five feet from one side, three feet wide and three fet high. When we had it built, we’d chosen to have it take up part of a tandem garage space, which explained its size. 

Jen looked at me and grinned. “This is great!” she exclaimed, and we opened the door and walked in. 

We turned the knobs, adjusting to the right temperature. The water spilled out several different showerheads, five in all – one in the center of each wall, and one in the center of the ceiling. 

I got some shampoo from a small shelf and rubbed it through my hair, sitting on the seat. Getting the bottle, she did, too, and sat next to me, on the edge of the seat. 

After rinsing my hair, I got up and ambushed her, pushing her down, so she was lying down on her back on the peninsula. Lowering my fingers into her vagina, I brought my head down to her pussy and flicked my tongue over her clit as she giggled. 

“Hang on, Sam, I gotta piss!” she said, laughing, but I took no heed, and continued on, rubbing my hand over her pussy and watching it move, like a fluid. I continued to lick her entire pussy: her labia, clit, and the inside of her vagina. Then, I ventured a finger slowly up her asshole. As I moved it in and out, my face buried in her pussy, she said once again: “Sam, I gotta piss! I’m cumming!” I continued, as she was almost there. Why stop now?!

As her orgasm swept over her, as her body rocked, and as she lost control: she pissed. And my face was still buried in her. It caught me completely off-guard; I had most definitely not been expecting it. In disbelief, I moved my mouth out of the way of her shooting jets of piss, but it was too late. I already had a mouthful. 

I was about to spit it out in disgust, but then the taste hit me. Salty, a bit bitter, it was actually enjoyable. I swished it around and swallowed it, smiling. 

Jen’s orgasm wore off, and she stopped pissing. “…Sam? Sorry…”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I said sexily. Apart from the good taste, there was something dirty about it that really turned me on, some kind of fetish. 

I got up on the seat on which she was still lying, and stood, legs apart, over her head. Letting go, I pissed on her face right there. 

She giggled and opened her mouth. As I filled up her mouth, she swished it around some before swallowing, and smiled. Squatting down, I rubbed my pussy all over her tits as I pissed some more. Careful not to run out, it simply trickled slowly out of my pussy onto her tits, making them a bit more slippery. 

I went up to her head again, squatting right over her mouth and letting my piss drip in slowly, her tongue catching it. She began to lick my pussy inside out, lips around it, almost like she was sucking my piss out. Her finger came up, filling my asshole with pleasure. 

Getting off her, I moved her knees to her chest and sat on her sideways, twats touching, squeezing the last bit off piss into her pussy, rubbing it in. 

Lying in ecstasy, she got up and pushed me down, laying me on my back as she had. Legs spread, she rubbed her pussy all over my tits, her salty fluid trickling over my body. It felt great, and she slowly made her way to my face, where she had me eat her out. As my lips covered hers, pulling on her labia, her piss flew into my mouth, and I savored it. 

But as much as she was enjoying it, she got off me and flipped me over, so I was on my chest and my ass was hanging off the seat. Squatting over me, she spread my ass cheeks apart and her piss trickled down into my asshole. It felt odd – but great. 

Standing behind me, she brought her tongue down to my ass and shoved it down, tasting her own piss mixed with my ass. Hungrier than ever, she was insatiable, and even spit down my asshole. As her saliva joined her piss, she brought two of her fingers and filled me up, stretching my asshole wide. I then felt her ringfinger joining in, prying me open even more. Was it possible? I didn’t know or even care – all I knew is that the stretching felt wonderful. But soon enough, she actually managed to stuff in her third one, leaving me to moan loudly and gladly at the feeling of ecstasy. She began to pull in and out, and before I knew it, I was cumming in complete ecstasy. Another anal orgasm, it began lurking in the pit of my stomach and then built up, exploding and surprising me. 

Even when it subsided, I was left shaking. 

Jen and I embraced and shared a kiss, our piss and ass mixing all around in our mouths. 

My libido was worn out for the day, so I suggested, “How about some Rock Band?”

She laughed and smiled. “Sounds great! But I’ll kick your butt when it comes to high scores…”

“Oh, it’s on!” I said, playfully pushing her as we dried off and went to set up the game.

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