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Questionable Discipline... M+F+/f Semi NC, Inc, Bond, Anal, Much More
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stories are prohibited, LEAVE NOW. Don't soil your virgin mind by reading
the filth that follows.
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Questionable Discipline
*** Chapter 1... Introductions and Examinations ***
It was as big a surprise as I've had in my entire life. My new bride of
just over a week announced that her daughter, my new stepdaughter, had a
disciplinary problem. That, in and of itself, wouldn't be much of a
surprise since the girl was only fourteen. What shocked me was the
conversation that came next.
"Since Jack died, she hasn't had anyone to take care of her disciplinary
needs and she's feeling neglected," my wife told me. Jack was her first
husband and had left this world in an accidental shooting incident at his
hunting club.
"What kind of discipline?" I asked.
"Very unusual. You'll like it," she said, obliquely. "We'll talk about
it with her when we get back from our honeymoon."
And with that, the conversation ended.
Our honeymoon was fun, the usual montage of vacation, sex and love, but
the cryptic 'disciplinary' conversation stayed in the back of my mind. I
had never had children before, so I wasn't sure what my part in this would
be.
When we arrived home, it didn't take long for the details to become
clear.
Lisa, my wife, had a fantastic meal waiting for me when I got home from
work that first night. The table was set with our wedding-gift china and
silver. Candles were lit and giving off marvelous fragrances. She had
worn a beautiful pink nightgown that was just see-thru enough to hint at
the charms that were hidden beneath it. She ushered me into our bedroom
quickly and asked me to change for dinner into an outfit that she had
chosen. It was a pair of black jeans and a black tee shirt. Not much in
the sexy department, but I was willing to go along if it meant I would have
a turned-on partner for later in the evening.
I returned to the dining room and Lisa was seated to the right of the
head of the table. She gestured to me that I should sit at the head,
facing the kitchen door.
She looked very nervous. It was cute. But after our honeymoon and all
the kinky sex, I was sure she couldn't be embarrassed by the way she was
dressed.
She cleared her throat and announced, to no one in particular it seemed,
that we were ready to be served.
The kitchen door slowly opened and my world changed fundamentally.
From behind the tambour door, my stepdaughter, Michelle, emerged
carrying our plates. She had two plates in her hands and was wearing just
an apron. Slowly, she moved to the table, placed a dish in front of each
of us and then stepped back towards the kitchen. My mouth must have been
open wide as I watched her fourteen-year-old ass retreat into the kitchen.
I looked at my wife and she made a calming motion with her hand and urged
me to be silent while this drama of hers enfolded.
A moment later, the door re-opened and Michelle stepped out carrying
more dishes for the table. This time, I had recovered my senses enough to
enjoy the sight of this underage girl's a-cup breasts proudly leading the
way for her. She placed the extra dishes on the table and stood aside as
if waiting for instructions.
My wife said, "Take your apron off and go stand in the corner with your
hands on your head."
Meekly, Michelle did exactly as instructed. She moved into the corner,
turned to face the table and put her hands over her head, interlacing her
fingers.
I was treated to the heart-warming and dick-stiffening sight of her
small breasts lifting even higher and flattening out against her ribcage.
Her pussy was covered in a light coating of downy fur, but her clitoris was
definitely visible. There was a slight sheen of moisture at the junction
of her thighs and, suddenly, I realized that this little girl was enjoying
what was happening.
"Honey," my wife interrupted my reverie, "Let's eat, then we can discuss
Michelle".
I was distracted throughout the entire meal, but soon it was over and
Michelle had served us dessert. I can't say that I remember what it was. I
just wanted it finished.
Lisa instructed Michelle to return to her former position in the corner
after she had cleared the table. I knew that the next phase of this drama
was about to begin.
"Michelle," Lisa began, "Tell your new stepfather why you need
discipline and address him as Sir."
"I'm a slut, Sir," my new 14-year-old stepdaughter began. "I lost my
virginity when I was 10 to a man that came to the house to sell Mommy
something."
"And tell him about your discipline."
"Well, Sir, my daddy took care of me before he died. He loved me enough
to make sure that I understood that fucking strange men wasn't good for
me."
"Now tell him how your daddy punished you."
"Sir, he made me his slave and kept me busy serving him so I wouldn't
get in more trouble."
"What has happened since your daddy died, Michelle?"
"I've started being bad again."
"How, Michelle?"
"I've been fucking grown men."
"What kind of men?"
"Anyone that will have me, Sir."
At this point I was beginning to catch on as to what my role was going
to be in this family. I mentally switched gears and assumed my position of
inquisitor.
"Tell me, Michelle," I said, "when was the last time you had sex?"
"I met a man while you and Mommy were on your honeymoon. I snuck out of
Aunt Janet's house, went to the library and took a book called "Discovering
Your Sexuality" off the shelf. I sat next to the best looking guy that was
there and waited until he noticed what I was reading. When he did, I asked
him if he wanted to help me with my `homework'. He said yes and we did it
in the back of his car in the library parking lot."
"Did you take precautions against getting pregnant?"
"Yes, Sir, I did."
"Thank goodness for that. Condoms are an important part of safety."
"We didn't use a condom, Sir. When he was ready to cum, I guided his
big wet cock into my ass and he left his cum in there."
"I see... well I guess that's better than nothing."
This question and answer session lasted more than two hours. I learned
more about this little gem of a slut than I ever expected to. For
instance, she fully accepted her father's method of discipline: keeping her
slut pussy satisfied and the rest of her body so exhausted that she didn't
have any desire to run out for an anonymous fuck.
He had worked her hard around the house, kept her naked most of the
time, fucked her when he thought it was necessary, reddened her ass when
she misbehaved and completely controlled her every waking moment in the
faint hope of keeping her under control until she was old enough to make
these decisions for herself.
Lisa continued to look on approvingly as her slut daughter poured out
the sordid details of her young life. She never even winced when Michelle
me told how her father had mercilessly pounded his cock into her asshole
for an entire weekend once when she had been found with the neighbor boy's
11-year-old penis in her mouth.
When I felt that I had heard enough, I raised my hand and put a stop to
her words.
"Does behaving this way excite you?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir, it does."
"What, exactly, do you think I can do to help you with this problem?"
"My mommy has the answer to that, Sir."
I turned to Lisa and she produced a small slip of paper from her
cleavage. She handed it to Michelle, who went around the room
extinguishing all the lights until all that was left was a single candle
burning on the floor in front of her. She knelt in front of the candle,
placed the paper on the floor in front of her, spread her knees apart,
interlaced her fingers behind her head again and began speaking.
"These are my vows to my new stepfather. I, Michelle, a slutty little
girl with desires I cannot control, solemnly promise to obey my new
stepfather in every way. If he will have me, I will be the best
stepdaughter a man ever had."
She was shaking at this point. I wasn't sure if it was from fatigue,
nervousness or desire, but, judging from the moisture that was coating her
inner thighs, I suspected that the latter was the case.
My cock was as hard as it had ever been and I realized that this was a
dream come true. My wife, Lisa, had bestowed her only daughter on me as a
wedding gift and I fully intended to use it to the fullest.
"I accept your vow," I said slowly, "Begin your service to me by asking
your mother to shave your slut pussy. That will remind you of your status
as a slave in my household."
"Mommy, please... please shave me."
With that, the two of them left the table for the bathroom.
While they were gone, I set up the dining room for the purpose of
examining my new young slave. I covered the table in a dark blue
tablecloth and moved two halogen lamps from the living room into position
at two of its corners.
Lisa led Michelle back into the room by the hand. Seeing my
preparations, she led her daughter to the table and helped her onto it.
Michelle certainly looked lovely, naked and vulnerable on her back on the
table. She closed her eyes awaiting her fate while her mother backed away
from her.
I approached my slut teenaged stepdaughter from the side, seeing her
blond hair cascading around her pretty face. She looked scared and excited
at the same time. I began to scan her entire lithe body to enjoy every
detail of her sexy form: her pouting lips that seemed to invite passionate
kisses, her graceful neck flushed red from her predicament, her upper chest
expanding and contracting quickly with the sound of her breathing.
I stopped my scan at her breasts. They were perfect beginnings to her
final adult form with each cone a mere inch or so higher than the
surrounding flesh. Her hardened nipples defiantly stood higher, surrounded
by pink aureoles that were puffed out like mouth-watering little candies. I
reached out and gently passed my fingertips over each one in turn. I was
rewarded with a gasp when I pinched each one.
Michelle's flat stomach was stretched tightly across her pelvis and her
newly shaved mound was slick from the baby oil Lisa had rubbed there. I
rubbed my hand over it and continued down to her long, thin legs. I gently
nudged her right knee to the side and she immediately opened her legs,
displaying her sex for me.
I don't know quite why, but at this point I thought it would be more
humiliating for her if I ignored her red, aroused center and, instead, I
inserted my middle finger into her asshole. What I thought would be
humiliating turned out to be the stimulus she needed to achieve an
astounding climax. She rocked back and forth on the table, moaning about
how good it felt.
I couldn't believe Michelle's reaction so I looked over at my wife.
Lisa was frigging herself madly, snatching and grabbing at her nipples
while her daughter's 14-year-old asshole was pegged on my middle finger.
I obviously had a lot to learn about my new position in this family.
*** Chapter 2... A Wife Confronted ***
When my 34-year-old wife and her 14-year-old daughter had recovered
their senses, I sent the little one off to bed and the other one to our
bedroom.
As I followed Lisa to our bedroom, I was shaking my head and smiling
like the cat that was about to eat the canary. A million thoughts ran
through my confused mind but my iron-hard cock had already decided.
"What the hell kind of secret was that?" I asked her when we were in our
room.
"I'm sorry, Mike. I delayed telling you until it was too close to the
wedding. Then I didn't want to ruin our day, so I came up with this
ceremony. I hope you can forgive me. Michelle needs you to do this for
her. Believe me. I know."
I held her close to me, saying, "Start from the beginning."
After a pause, Lisa started, "I caused this. Four years ago, Michelle
saw some things that no 10-year-old should have to see. I was having an
affair. I kept telling Michelle that my lover was a salesman who I was
buying a gift from. A gift for her father. I would send her to her room
when he came by and we'd do it in my husband's bed."
It was killing Lisa to tell me this, I could tell. But I also knew that
I had to know the entire story or I wouldn't be able to convince myself
that I needed to become a slave master to my stepdaughter.
She continued with a tear in her eye, "Michelle never told me that she
could see out her bedroom window and into mine. For an entire summer, my
little girl saw her mother give herself completely to a man that wasn't her
husband. You know how uninhibited I am when I'm horny. Lisa saw me in
every possible position and with his cum all over me.
"To make matters worse, at night I'd fuck her father with the same
passion. She watched that, too."
"Right before school started at the end of that summer, a real salesman
came by while my lover and I were locked in the bedroom. I never heard the
doorbell, but Michelle did. Forty-five minutes later, when I came out of
my bedroom with a pussy full of cum, I found her naked on the couch. Her
legs were spread and pink foam covered her entire slit. She told me that
now she was just like me."
Lisa stopped talking for a moment to compose herself while I stared in
disbelief, waiting for her to resume.
"I didn't know what she was talking about until she asked me if I wanted
to taste the `man-juice' from her vagina like I did from myself. Stunned,
I sat down next to her and I did taste it, cum mixed with her virgin blood.
She told me the story of the salesman and, before I could consider going
after the guy, I realized that catching him would mean admitting that I was
having an affair. I didn't want to hurt Jack so I decided that it would be
a secret between us girls."
Lisa stopped again, trying to regain her composure. I held her close,
just starting to understand the size of the problem here. I had no clue,
however, of any solution to it.
When she started again, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it
must have been like for both of them. Keeping a secret this big from a man
that I knew both of them had loved.
Lisa pushed herself to tell the rest of the story, "During that school
year, my daughter became a toy for the boys in the older grades. Each day
she'd come home from school with a new story of what she let the eighth and
ninth graders do to her. And I couldn't stop it. She was clearly enjoying
herself and, if I punished her, her father would surely find out what was
going on.
"I cleaned more cum out of that little slut's panties than I'd seen in
my entire life! And the school board never found out the real reason that
the reading scores were so low that year," she said with a wry grin.
"As soon as her period started, I put her right on the pill. She didn't
slow down for two years.
"But she was bound to get caught, sooner or later, and on her twelfth
birthday, Jack walked into her room just as Christopher from next door blew
his 11 year old load into her mouth. As she tried to make excuses to her
father, cum was dripping down her chin and Chris was stuffing his little
thing back into his pants," my wife continued.
"Jack tried to talk to her but she was adament that she enjoyed what she
was doing and that she was going to continue `cumming her friends', as she
called it. Finally, Jack exploded. He threw her over the back of the
couch, ripped open his pants and told her that if she needed fucking that
badly, he would give it to her. I stood by, Mike, while Jack rammed his
man-sized cock right up her ass. My poor little girl had her father's meat
up her ass and, so help me, she never once ratted me out to him. I was as
low as any woman that ever lived. She took that punishment for herself and
kept my dirty secret from her father.
"He tied her there on the couch and for the rest of that weekend, every
time he could get his cock hard, he pumped another load of cum up her
pretty ass. He even made me blow him to get him ready to take her again. I
participated in her torment, but it did have a good ending."
Lisa paused again before giving me the "happy" ending.
"She started cumming, Mike. Cumming like I've never seen. Every time
Jack filled her backdoor, she started to cum and didn't come down until he
pulled his messy cock out of her. By Sunday night, she had promised to do
anything he asked as long as he continued fucking her ass. That was when
he made her his slave.
"From that point on, Michelle acted like a perfect slave. She lived and
breathed for her father. She did everything he asked and did nothing that
she wasn't explicitly ordered to. He ordered her to get good grades in
school and, miraculously, she did. She stopped indiscriminantly screwing
around. Jack told her that she had two standing orders in her life: get
straight A's in school and be ready at nine o'clock each night for her
punishment.
"For the next year, from when Michelle was twelve until she was thirteen
and right up until Jack died, she got her ass fucked each night. It became
almost a ritual for the three of us. Michelle would be positioned in some
humiliating manner, her ass greased and in the air. Jack would leave her
like that for a while and I'd help him get ready to take her. Sometimes he
was already hard as steel and he'd just start with Michelle. But other
times I would suck his cock, preparing my husband to enter his daughter's
asshole," Lisa paused again for breath.
"One night, her father said she should take more interest in her
appearance and, after that, Michelle started to prepare like herself a
young woman for her nightly encounter. She would bathe, comb her hair out,
perfume herself and put on some nice outfit. It was always some sort of
skirt so her father had an easy time getting to her. She borrowed a lot of
my things, too."
"It became a game for Michelle and me. After she was finished her
homework each day, we'd come up with a more and more outrageous scene.
Just to see how hot it made Jack. By that time, I think we all realized
that this was no longer a punishment and had become more of a family
pastime. Two wanton sluts preparing each other for the Master. We painted
each other's nails, did each other's hair and make-up. Picked out clothes
for each other and thought up scenes.
"One time, I put her in stocks like they used to use for punishment in
the old days. We didn't really have stocks, but we improvised with some
stuff from around the house. When Jack came down to the basement, he found
Michelle in a long dress like they used to wear back then. She was bent at
the waist and saying stuff like `I am not a witch. Please, Sir, stick me
with your shaft and see for yourself'.
"Jack's eyes bugged out of his head, but thirty seconds later, his
`shaft' was seven inches deep in his daughter's hot little ass."
Lisa was no longer sad relating this story. Her eyes had brightened up
considerably and I could tell this was a happy part of her and Michelle's
life. However sordid the situation, everybody was getting what they needed
and Michelle was doing well with her studies. I decided to let her keep
talking without interrupting.
"Another time," she said, "I positioned Michelle with her ass in the air
and built a banana split in her crack. Jack and I spent the next half hour
spooning that sticky mess out of Michelle's cute bottom and feeding it to
each other. He left a monster load of cum in her that night and then we
left her laying there dripping with her father's sperm and U-Bet syrup,
while he and I made love on the floor right in front of her.
"To his credit, Jack never once actually fucked her pussy, nor would he
let her take his cock into her mouth, even though she begged for it all the
time. He fulfilled his end of the bargain by fucking her ass until she
came, but would not allow himself the pleasure of the rest of her sexy
body. He was truly a man of his word."
Lisa had finally run out of steam with this incredibly perverted story.
My cock needed relief badly and I decided that we'd had enough for one
night. I shut off the lights and fucked my new wife until neither of us
could move and, mercifully, we both fell asleep.
In the morning, lying in bed I thought of a few things. Lisa never said
she touched Michelle, or that Michelle had ever touched her. She didn't
exactly say that she was acting like a slave the way her daughter was, but
she had implied it. I realized that there was tremendous opportunity here,
but also that I had to strive to be different from Jack. I wanted to get
his image out of both my wife's and my stepdaughter/slave's pretty little
heads.
With that thought, I began my first full day as a novice Master.
*** Chapter 3... The First Correction ***
After breakfast that Saturday morning, I wanted to test out just how
obedient my two new slaves were. I told my stepdaughter, Michelle and my
wife, Lisa to meet me in the living room after the dishes were cleared.
Lisa didn't know it yet, but I was going to add her into the equation in a
way her deceased husband apparently never had.
"Lisa, Michelle, before I agree to take on this responsibility, I want
to know a few things. For example, Lisa, are you also agreeing to put
yourself into my hands as a full time slave?"
Lisa replied, "I won't lie to you, Mike. I've thought about it but I'm
not sure I'm ready. I like being able to make my own decisions."
"But, if I required it as part of the deal, would you willingly submit
to me?"
"After the story I told you last night," she stated flatly, "I'm ready
to accept my responsibility in this mess and, if you think it's necessary,
I'll join Michelle and serve you to the best of my ability."
"And you, Michelle. I'm not your father. I have different methods and
different needs than he had. Are you willing to serve all of my needs,
even if they're different from you dad's?"
Michelle cast her pretty blue eyes down to the floor and simply said,
"Yes, Sir".
My cock hardened even before I gave my first official order, "Both of
you, strip."
I sat back in my recliner and enjoyed something that I would see
hundreds of times in the following years. Both of my pretty women removed
every bit of clothing and stood nude before me, their newly-minted Master.
Lisa, my pretty wife, was certainly incredible in her own right. After
all, I had married her. She stood about five foot six, had nice tight
uptilted tits and the rest of her was centerfold material. At thirty four,
she still held her own with women in their twenties. Her beautiful blond
hair framed the face of a mischievious elf and the twinkle she had in her
eye belied her Irish heritage.
Her daughter, Michelle was just as beautiful, but in a less complete
way. Her face was just beginning to show the maturity of a young woman and
her small breasts promised to ride high on her chest just like Lisa's. Her
legs were longer in proportion to the rest of her body and, for a moment, I
pleasured myself with a daydream of her wrapping those delicious limbs
around my back. Michelle's long blond hair washed in curling cascades
around her face and over her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect little
cones, set wide apart on her small chest.
Her shaved pussy stood in stark contrast to Lisa's bikini cut and it
gave the impression that she was much younger than her fourteen years. And
when she stuck her finger on her lower lip and pouted at me, I thought I
was looking at a child of eight or nine years.
In the early morning hours of that day, I had thought long and hard
about my course of action. I wanted to push them as hard as possible right
from the beginning. I had to know if they meant what they promised.
I told Lisa to lie on the floor and spread herself for me. She
positioned herself so that I had a clear view of her rosy, pink interior.
"Rub you clit for me and don't stop until I give you permission."
She began a sensual exploration of her wet slash, concentrating on her
pleasure center. Her head was thrown back and she tried to give me a good
show, moaning and swaying for my entertainment.
Michelle was watching her mother shamelessly jerk off for me, smiling
and waiting expectantly, it seemed, for me to give her something to do. I
didn't disappoint her.
I got up from my chair and, grabbing her elbow, I positioned her
compliant, young body exactly where I wanted her. She ended up on all
fours by her mother's head, her pretty pussy and ass facing the top of her
mom's head and her face buried in the carpet. I moved her backward until
her shaved mound was touching Lisa's hair and I enjoyed the worried look on
my wife's face.
What a pretty picture they made. I could tell that both of them were
considering the possibilities that this position afforded as I removed my
clothes and lay down on my wife. I began kissing her erect nipples, giving
each one tiny licks with my tongue. My wife was still rubbing her clit but
she stopped to embrace my advancing prick as it wormed its way closer to
her center of pleasure. I entered her to a welcoming mixture of warmth and
heat, and then I stretched myself along the length of her body until I was
face to face with her. Michelle's naked slit was right above us.
Lisa moaned as I started sliding my cock in and out of her sloppy,
steaming cunt. The heady aroma of young Michelle's slit and asshole was
perfume to me, driving me forward as I continued slicing into my wife.
I reached forward, pulled Michelle backwards and buried my mouth in her
dripping gash. Continuing to fuck Lisa, I ate little Michelle's pussy for
the first time. Her cunt was the youngest I had ever had the pleasure of
tasting and I took my time to explore every nuance of her dripping wet
fourteen-year-old slit. Occasionally, I'd slip my tongue higher and into
her asshole and each time I did, Michelle had small orgasms.
It was a nasty moment for me, fucking my wife while eating my
stepdaughter's ass. To make it nastier, I started to alternate between
kissing my wife and rimming her daughter, all the while thrusting my
leaking cock deeply into Lisa.
"You know I'm going to cum in her ass," I said to Lisa.
"Yes, Sir," my wife replied.
"You know that I'm going to make you clean her. Right?" I said.
"Yes, Sir. I do."
"With your tongue."
Lisa tensed up for a second. I don't think she expected this, but soon
she said, "Yes, Sir."
When I felt the early rumblings of my orgasm, I pulled my cock out of
Lisa's cunt and repositioned myself behind Michelle's spit-slick brown
hole. I made sure that she rested her mound on Lisa's forehead and I
entered her in one long stroke while her mother watched from a front row
seat.
Instantly, Michelle started to climax. I wasn't far behind her. It
wasn't easy trying to control myself with a fourteen-year-old's asshole
cumming all over my cock, but I lasted a few minutes before I painted her
bowels with my semen.
When I had recovered enough to pull out of Michelle's tight back
passage, my cum started to leak out of her. I was fascinated watching the
slick white fluid flow from her gaping asshole, down her coral colored
labia and onto her mother's forehead.
I left them like that for a few moments, savoring the perverse pleasure
of the most incredible orgasm of my life.
I told Lisa to get up and start cleaning her daughter up. She
hesitantly slid out from under Michelle and got to her hands and knees.
Slowly, she moved into position behind her daughter.
"I don't know about this, Mike," she said, "This is kinky even for me."
"Shut up, slut," I shouted, "You started this mess by not being able to
keep those fuckin' legs of yours closed. Getting cock for that sloppy cunt
of yours is what got your daughter into this mess and, for once in your
life, you're going to put Michelle first. I'm doing what I'm doing for my
stepdaughter's sake.
"Did you think," I continued just as forcefully, "that your behavior had
no consequences? Now stick your face between your daughter's cheeks and
love her asshole with your tongue. It's about time she felt loved by you
and not just used."
A tear fell from Lisa's eye. She knew I was right and that she had a
moral obligation to follow my instructions. She touched her tongue to the
rim of little Michelle's asshole and began her task.
Keeping the pressure on her as she ate her daughter's sperm-filled ass,
I began to berate her again, "If it wasn't for that slimy, sleazy cunt of
yours, your poor daughter would probably still be a virgin, dreaming about
first dates and first kisses. Instead, Michelle's idiotic slut of a mother
is about to eat cum from her asshole.
"What kind of stupid cow would allow her only child to be abused like
this? I'm going to fix this for you, Lisa. But we're going to do it my
way. Michelle is going to see that you, her mother for Christ's sake, are
responsible for the whippings she's going to get.
"You filthy slut! You're a disgrace to mothers everywhere. And you're
right where you belong: on your knees and with your lips full of
shit-stained cum.
I walked around in front of Michelle who had listened quietly to my
tirade. I grabbed a handful of her hair and made her look me in the eye.
"And you... my stepdaughter! You're only fourteen and already you've
laid more guys than a fuckin' two-bit hooker. It's a wonder that you
haven't gotten pregnant. Are you proud of what you've done? Look at my
cock, Michelle. It's dirty and disgusting after cumming in you and now
you're going to suck it for me. This is what your mouth is good for!"
I jerked her head back by the hair and stuffed my half-hard cock between
her lips. She gagged for a second but I didn't know if it was from her gag
reflex or from the vileness of the act I was forcing her to perform.
I fucked Michelle's face and watched Lisa rim her daughter.
"Get your tongues working. Both of you. Make some slurping noises so I
know you're enjoying yourselves."
After a minute or two, I felt the cum begin to boil in my balls. I
pulled Michelle by the hair until the entire length of my cock was buried
in her throat. I knew I was choking her, but at that moment, I didn't
really care. I released my load down her gullet and directly into her
throat then fell back on the couch, spent for the moment.
Coughing and sputtering, Michelle fell forward onto her face. Lisa
looked up at me, still crying at the severity of the words I had spoken to
the two of them.
After resting for a minute I said, "Now I want the two of you over the
coffee table. That's it, bend over the table and present your asses to me.
It's time for your first whipping."
After I tied them in place, I retrieved a whip I had made earlier. It
was an old leather skirt from Lisa's closet that I had cut into one-inch
strips and bound together with some wire. Even though it was short, it
made an effective cat-of-nine-tails. Methodically, I beat the two of them,
all the while telling Lisa what a failure she was as a mother and telling
Michelle that this was all her mother's fault.
"You worthless pig!" I shouted at my wife. "How dare you assume that
you could change me into your dead husband. What? So you could continue
to enjoy watching your sweet daughter get fucked? What kind of degenerate
would stand by while her daughter behaved this way. Did you lick her
panties when she brought them home soiled with eighth-grader cum? DID YOU
GET OFF ON IT? DID YOU?"
Lisa looked up with tears streaming down her face and, between sobs,
said, "Yes, I did. There. I said it. And I enjoyed seeing Jack fuck her.
I got off on all the little boys that were fucking her, too. I wished it
were me. I wanted all that sweet cum. So I let her get it for me. She
told me everything and, at night, I frigged myself to sleep, reliving her
stories."
I began forcefully whipping Michelle's back and thighs, "From now on, my
sweet little tramp of a stepdaughter, you will call me Daddy. You will be
naked every moment you are in this house, whether we have company or not.
And I intend to keep that pussy of yours very, very busy. That's what I've
decided is the cure for you. You're a slut, just like your mother, and I'm
going to use you like one. Do you understand?"
I paused in my tirade to hear her sobbing answer, "Please, D-D-Daddy,
stop whipping me. I'll be a g-good slut. I promise. I'll do whatever you
s-say."
Both Lisa's and Michelle's backs, legs and asses were bright red but I
wanted this lesson to be well learned. When I reached for a birch switch
that I had cut in the yard earlier in the day, both of them started sobbing
louder. Unlike the makeshift cat-o-nine-tails, this device was intended to
blister. I held it over my head then brought it crashing down on my wife's
defenseless ass.
Twenty strokes I gave her. She passed out on the eighteenth. The last
two were given out of anger, knowing full well that she wouldn't even feel
them. I had been careful to administer every stroke to her well-padded ass
and the bright purple weals were angry and slowly filling with deep red
blood. I hadn't done anything that would cause permanent damage, but, sure
as hell, my wife would be standing at meals for the next few days.
When I turned to Michelle, her pleading eyes almost broke my heart, but
my resolve was stronger than the compassion I usually held for defenseless
women. I knew Michelle couldn't take what I had just given to her mother,
but I had a plan for her that I hoped would be just as effective.
I kneeled behind her upturned ass and placed a delicate kiss right on
her anus. I pushed my tongue into her and, once again, she started
cumming. Her spasms got stronger and stronger as I wormed my tongue into
her. When her passion reached its peak, I removed my face from her
fragrant crack and brought the switch down right on her rosebud with all of
my might.
She screamed, "OH, MY GOD!!! DADDEEEE!!!!"
Her sphincter reddened and swelled. She wouldn't be taking any cocks up
that asshole for a while.
A few minutes later, Lisa woke up crying. I released them both and sent
them up to bed with instructions to clean each other up first. For the
next hour, I heard whimpering and moaning coming from upstairs as they
gingerly applied soothing creams and lotions to their abused parts.
Later, when I retired for the evening, I found the two of them naked, in
my bed and sleeping entwined in each other's arms.
*** Chapter 4... Everyday Life ***
It took more than three weeks before Lisa could sit comfortably. My
stepdaughter, Michelle, healed more quickly, but, then again, her wounds
were insubstantial compared to those of her mother. After that, things
sort of settled into a pattern. It might even have been a rut, but it was
a very interesting rut.
Michelle did everything I told her to and my new bride was just as
obedient. Lisa dressed more revealingly around the house as well as in
public and my stepdaughter transformed into a typical teen, laughing and
enjoying her life and her friends.
When she got home from school each day, she spent three hours studying
and preparing her schoolwork. She served Lisa and me dinner every night,
most often nude, but sometimes dressed as I desired. I took particular
delight in dressing her in lingerie. There's something incredibly erotic
about seeing a cute, subservient young teenager in a corset and stockings.
Her favorite outfit, one that she came back to repeatedly, was a classic
black garter belt, black stockings, a black half bra that showed her little
tits to perfection and a pair of three inch heels.
After dinner each night, while my wife cleaned up the kitchen and dining
room, I took my stepdaughter into the basement. I usually spent the next
two hours or so putting her through some sort of training. Some nights I
had her simply masturbate for me or pose while I took digital pictures for
later enjoyment. Other nights, especially after I had a trying day at
work, I would tie her up and torment her sexy body, even when she had her
period.
The main thing, though, that remained consistant from night to night was
the final act: Michelle received a load of my cum as deeply as I could
deposit it up her poop chute. She had an amazing ability to cum long and
loudly with no stimulation on her clitoris, just a hard object in her back
door. She also knew that she had to clean my cock with her mouth when we
were finished, no matter how badly soiled it was.
Afterwards, she's bounce upstairs to take a shower and brush her teeth.
Then she'd come back to me and her mother dressed in her shorty robe and
ready for sleep. We'd kiss her and snuggle with her, just like any normal
parents would do with their fourteen-year-old daughter, and then she'd be
off to bed.
One night, early on in Michelle's training, I brought two of my friends
home for dinner. Pete and Nick were good guys in whom I had confided about
my home situation. They didn't really believe me, but accepted my offer of
dinner and entertainment at my home.
When we arrived after work one Friday night my wife, Lisa, greeted us at
the door. She was wearing a short, electric blue cocktail dress. She
looked beautiful, with her make-up applied expertly and a light hint of
delicious perfume.
"Please, gentlemen, come in," she said. "Can I get you something to
drink?"
Both of the guys requested beers and Lisa headed to the kitchen to fill
their orders. By the time she returned, I had settled them in on the couch
for our pre-dinner show.
"Gentlemen," my wife said, "I'd like to present my daughter, Michelle."
Little Michelle, all five feet of her, started coming down the stairs
into the living room. She was dressed exactly as I had instructed.
"Oh, my God, Mike. You weren't bullshitting us. She's gorgeous!" Nick
blurted out.
Pete was dumbfounded and said nothing, but as Michelle reached the
bottom of the stairs, he mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.
It sounded like, "Fuck me".
Michelle paused at the bottom of the stairs, as instructed, and posed
for us. She was wearing four inch white heels and had white suede ankle
and wrist cuffs on. She wore nothing else. Her shaved pussy and nubile
young tits were displayed magnificently and the cuffs promised of kinks to
come.
"Turn around, slut, so we can see your pretty little ass," I ordered.
"Yes, Daddy," my little girl replied with a huge smile.
She slowly rotated her body until her firm, ripe asscheeks were visible
from the couch where my friends and I were sitting.
"Who's Daddy's slut?" I teased her.
"I am, Daddy."
"Why are you here, slut?"
"I'm here to please you, Sir. And your friends, too, if that's what you
want."
"Move to the middle of the room and get on your knees," I demanded.
Michelle knew what I expected of her; we had rehearsed this scene the
night before. She knelt in the center of the room, intertwined her fingers
behind her head and crossed her ankles behind her, spreading her knees as
far as she could. I walked behind her and snapped two locks onto her
cuffs. One holding her hands in place, the other, her legs.
I walked in front of her, unzipped my pants and unceremoniously raped
her mouth. I thrust deeply enough to cause her to gag, but not enough to
hurt her. My friends looked on with dopey grins on their faces until I
tensed up and shot a thick creamy load into my stepdaughter's mouth.
She moaned and drank my fluid happily, smacking her lips when I pulled
my spent cock from her mouth.
She spoke her next line like a seasoned porno pro, "Daddy, can I cum
your friends' penises, too?"
"Ask them nicely, slut," I replied.
"Sirs, this little slut would like to drink your juices. Can she?
Please?"
Nick didn't have to be asked twice. Like a shot, he was across the room
and had his manhood in Michelle's mouth. Like me, it was more a face fuck
than a blowjob. Her used her mouth to jerk off into, cumming quickly and
extraordinarily copiously. Michelle dutifully swallowed it all.
"Look, Mike, I'm not so sure about this," Pete said. Apparently, he was
having second thoughts about assisting in defiling my young charge. "She's
way too young to be used this way."
I replied, "Buddy, you can leave if you want to, of course. But I think
you should stay."
I turned to Michelle and instructed, "Slut, ask Pete to stay."
Michelle spoke clearly and loudly, "Sir, please stay and assist my Daddy
in my training. I need this lesson badly. If I wasn't pleasing my Daddy,
I'd be doing something more dangerous with someone who doesn't love me as
much as he does. Please, please, Sir, let me nurse on your big penis so I
can please my Daddy."
Every man has his breaking point. Seeing a fourteen year old blond
cumslut, chained and on her knees, begging to suck him off was Pete's.
He grinned sheepishly and advanced towards her, unzipping his pants as
he went.
My little girl did a wonderful job, sucking and using her tongue until
Pete, too, came in her wonderful mouth. She swallowed noisily and again
smacked her lips. Then she requested that the men join her mother in the
dining room for dinner while she went upstairs to get ready for her
after-dinner show.
Dinner was delicious. Lisa had gone out of her way to provide a
sumptuous menu for our guests to enjoy. Over the first course, my wife
asked my friends what they thought of the entertainment so far.
I think Pete was having doubts again because he said, "Are you sure this
is the best thing for Michelle? A lot of folks would consider this abuse."
Lisa told the men about some of Michelle's earlier escapades where she
was doing some very dangerous things with people she hardly knew.
"If we don't take care of her this way," she reasoned, "I'm afraid that
my little girl is going to do something that'll get her hurt, badly. She's
been among groups of eight or nine boys and, if they had been men, she
could have ended up in the hospital.
"This way, she gets what she needs and we know exactly what she's doing.
Her guidance counselor keeps congratulating us every time we see her. Mrs.
Fahnstock says our `home study' program is the envy of the school.
Michelle is getting grades in the top five percent! Too bad Mrs.
Fahnstock doesn't know about our methods. Maybe all the girls would have
grades like Michelle's."
Nick didn't need an explanation and he had no moral issues with what we
were doing and he said so.
"You're a lucky man, Mike. I'll come over any time you need to give
that pecker of yours a break. I'll enjoy that little girl any way I can
have her."
We all laughed at that comment and Lisa exited to the kitchen to bring
in the main course. It was a delicious roast that I carved at the table.
During that part of the meal, Pete asked what additional lessons I had
planned for Michelle.
"Pete," I said, "I want to keep the number of people involved to a
minimum, for now. But I also want to pay some attention to my wife and
lately I've been pretty tapped out. I'd like to make it a once a week
thing that one or both of you come here to assist in Michelle's training."
"I'm in!" Nick exclaimed.
Lisa laughed, "No kidding, Nick. Your dick barely softened after you
came in her mouth and it's been like a rock ever since!"
She licked her lips when she said that to show Nick she was only playing
with him.
"I'll help you, too," Pete said. "But if I freak out a little once in a
while, remind me how well she's doing and how much she needs my help."
"I will," Lisa replied, "I'll make sure you understand how important
this is to us."
With that remark, she got up from her place at the table and sat on
Pete's lap, deeply kissing him in appreciation for his services. His hands
roamed up the short hem of Lisa's dress and soon he was fondling her bare
ass.
Nick, from the other side of the table looked at me and said, "If you
come to kiss me, Mike, I'll be out the door faster than I came before!"
Once again, the group dissolved into gales of laughter at his comment.
Lisa shooed us all out of the dining room and into the living room while
she set the table for desert. When we were allowed back in, Nick, Pete and
I all gasped in appreciation. My daughter was laid out on her stomach on
the table, her long blond hair gently falling over her shoulders to the
middle of her back and her wrists and ankles attached to the four corners
of the table. Perched on her bubble-like ass was a mound of fruit salad
and four spoons. We each sat within arm's reach and enjoyed a delicious
combination of watermelon, grapes, and strawberries in a fantastic
raspberry sauce. Part of the sauce flowed towards the small of Michelle's
back, creating a little red puddle and more of the sauce flowed down the
crack of her ass, coloring her anus and labia before pooling on the table
below her shaved mound.
Within minutes, we had all put down the spoons and had started picking
up the fruit with our fingers and flavoring it in little Michelle's pussy.
Her clit was getting all kinds of attention and she was squirming all over
the table.
"Oh, Daddy," she called out, "You're making me feel so good. I'm almost
cumming!"
With Nick and Pete occupied by playing with Michelle's unusually sweet
pussy and my wife looking on expectantly, I administered the coup d' grace.
I rubbed two fingers around in the reservoir of sauce that was on
Michelle's back and slowly pushed them into her slippery asshole. Her head
shot up off the table and she began wail.
"Oh God, Daddy. I'm cummmmmingggg. Oh, Daddy. Dadddeeee. Oh, Oh, Oh,
Oh that feels so good... Daddy, more, more, please."
I added a third finger and Michelle skyrocketed to a whole other level.
"Ahhh, ahhh... oh, my butt... stick it all up there... Daddy,
Dadddeeee. I need to curse... fuck my ass... fuck it... fuck it....
Oh, shit... oh, shit...
I kept her up at that level for a full five minutes. She was drenched
in sweat and there was fruit salad and sauce all over everything and
everybody in the dining room. Nick and Pete were amazed, laughing and
hi-fiving each other at the spectacle that Michelle made of herself.
Everyone except Lisa backed off then, letting Michelle come to a gentle
halt while her mother kissed her and cooed softly.
"Now, that was the best desert cart I've ever seen!" Nick joked.
Lisa went to get warm washcloths and towels for everyone and we quickly
cleaned up the mess. Lisa and I did the furniture while Nick and Pete got
the plum job of cleaning up Michelle. They each enjoyed every inch of my
slutty stepdaughter's fine body while they wiped away the remains of our
desert.
When everything was shipshape, I tightened the bonds on my teenaged
trainee until she could hardly move. Nick, Pete and I all sat at the end
of the table closet to her displayed cunt.
"Look at that slut's cunt," I told my buddies, "If I made her fuck a
hundred guys, she'd do it for me gladly. Right, Michelle?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'd fuck a hundred guys for you."
"If I made her eat her own mother's cunt, she'd do it for me. Right,
Michelle?"
"Yes, Sir. I've already done that for you and I liked it a lot!"
"Me, too," Lisa chimed in.
"If I wanted to piss up her ass while I flushed her head in the toilet,
she'd let me. Right, Michelle?"
"Daaaaddddeeee, that's gross."
"Tell me, slut."
"Yes, Daddy. I'd let you. But please don't do that. It's icky."
"Someday, slut.... someday."
"Yes, Sir."
I opened a drawer in the sideboard and produced a device I had created
earlier in the day. It was a six-inch, vibrating rubber cock with a
fitting to hold a long taper candle on the back end.
The way she was restrained, Michelle could only wiggle her hips and her
head. I greased up her sphincter and began to work the dildo deeply into
her. She began cumming again almost instantly. She couldn't move much,
but watching her squirm her small ass on the table was delightful. When I
had it seated fully in her rectum, I stopped moving it and my daughter
calmed down a bit.
"Daddy, please keep moving it.... I can cum more. I can."
"I know, sweetheart, but I have a new game for us to play tonight."
With that, I inserted a twelve-inch candle into the holder on the end of
the dildo and lit the flame a foot above her ass.
"If you move, Michelle, the wax is going to drip on you, so keep as
still as you can if you don't want to burn your butt."
"Daddy, that's not fair."
"I don't want to hear that, Michelle. Now what do you say when I give
you an order?"
"Yes, Sir, Daddy."
"That's my little slut. Good girl. Now we're going to begin the game.
If you can stay still until I turn this vibrator up to full, I'll let Nick
and Pete fuck you good. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I turned the dial on the hand-held controller for the vibrator. When we
heard it start to hum, Michelle bucked her hips and caused a drop of hot
wax to fly off the candle and land on her right thigh.
"Ouch, Daddy. That burns!"
"That's right, honey. Keep still if you want to avoid it."
As my two friends and my wife looked on, I slowly turned up the
sensations in her bowels. She valiantly tried to keep still, biting her
lip and groaning into the tablecloth.
She started chanting, "Oh, shit. Oh, shit," over and over.
When the vibrator was set for three quarter power, the dam burst. She
orgasmed mightily, thrashing her ass all over the place. Molten wax
splashed onto her ass cheeks and back.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh... Oh..."
I turned the vibe up to full and Michelle came so violently that she put
out the candle with her motion. I left it on full and the four of us
watched my fourteen-year-old stepdaughter become almost epileptic in her
thrashing. Her multiple climaxes must have lasted more that ten minutes
before I decided that she had had enough.
Setting an example for my friends, I stripped down and mounted Michelle
on the table. With her as limp as a rag under me, I fucked her sweet young
cunt until I satisfied my raging hard-on. My steamy load of sperm dripped
out of her open pussy when I disengaged myself.
Pete, all his inhibitions aside, took my place immediately, quickly
adding his baby juice to the sloppy mess that Michelle's cunt was becoming.
Nick took his time, slowly enjoying the sensation of a sperm-filled
Lolita pussy clamped on his manhood.
"Cum in her, buddy," I suggested. "My wife is going to lick your cum
out of her daughter's pussy in a minute and I want that little twat as
skanky as possible. I want to show you that Lisa will do anything I
command, too."
At the last minute, Nick pulled out and jerked his load all over
Michelle's upturned ass. His giant deposit dripped into the steamy crack
between her back cheeks. He sat back and enjoyed his handiwork for a
minute.
I turned to my friends and told them to prepare themselves for the final
act of our play. My wife, Lisa, took her cue and positioned herself to
begin lapping up the mingled cum of three men from her teen daughter's ass
and pussy.
She gracefully licked every free drop of cum off Michelle's body, and
then began worming her tongue into each of Michelle's holes. I pushed her
face deeper into the fragrant center of her daughter.
"That's it, slut," I said to my wife, "Lick up the mess you caused. If
it wasn't for you, your daughter would probably be at the mall with her
friends instead of being here. Clean that disgusting slit of all the
evidence of your failure. Make my stepdaughter pure again with your
tongue."
By the time she was done, my beautiful child was whistle clean, inside
and out and she had had another half dozen small climaxes. So had her
mother, due, I think, to my verbal assault on her dignity.
I untied Michelle and she rushed into my arms.
"Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much! You cum me so good!"
"I love you, too, slut. Now say good night to our guests and get that
pretty ass of yours up to bed."
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
She visited each of us in turn, thanking us and kissing us deeply. My
friends wore shit-eating grins and my wife beamed with motherly pride.
Life continued in this manner for a couple of months. I used my
daughter almost every night and my friends picked up the slack for me.
Pete never ended up needing any encouragement to help. He seemed to accept
his role, even though it was contrary to his personal views on parental
discipline. And Nick... Ahh, Nick... He enjoyed every second of his time
with Michelle. He thought up good scenes for her, bought her clothes that
he wanted to fuck her in and flooded more semen into her than both Pete and
me combined. I swear his sperm production was awesome. Where Pete and I
probably ejaculated a teaspoon of the stuff, Nick could fill a shot glass
with a single load. Believe me. I know. I watched Michelle drink his
cum-shots often enough when he was over for a visit.
Eventually, we trusted Nick enough that we let him take Michelle on
vacation to Aruba while Lisa and I had a second honeymoon. He kept her
slut cunt happy while giving her the anal orgasms that she needed so badly.
By her own count, "Uncle Nick" deposited seventeen loads up her poop-chute
in the six days that they were away.
About a month after our vacations, an event occurred that showed me that
we were all getting too comfortable with the situation and that Michelle
had forgotten the underlying reason for such intimate parental attention.
*** Chapter 5... Her First Mistake ***
In the summer before Michelle's fifteenth birthday, my sister Elena and
her husband asked Lisa and me to take care of their daughter, Sienna for
two months. The two of them had a unique opportunity to visit South
America, but their toddler daughter wouldn't be able to accompany them. Of
course, we didn't mind but it meant curtailing our activities with
Michelle. Since we were going to have a nanny to take care of Sienna during
the day, I had a nanny-cam installed in the house. It was a series of
small hidden video cameras that attached to a bank of VCR's in the
basement.
Every night during this period of time, I fast-forwarded through the
tapes to see for myself that Sienna was safe. I had nothing to fear.
Sienna's nanny acted with courtesy and professionalism even during some
trying situations with her young charge.
The evening of the last day Sienna was with us, after we had dropped her
off with her returning parents, I began fast-forwarding through the that
day's tape. What I saw proved that Michelle's training was not working.
On the tape, while Sienna and the nanny were out at the store, Michelle
came running into the picture to answer the front door. She was wearing a
bright yellow sundress that ended about four inches above her knees. I
watched and listened as a scene from my nightmares unfolded before my
disbelieving eyes.
"Hello," Michelle said to the person on the other side of the threshold.
My field of view was limited so I couldn't see who she was talking to,
but it was obviously a salesman.
"Good afternoon, Miss. Is your mother home?"
"No, Sir," she replied politely.
"Too bad. I have a great kitchen gadget that would save her a lot of
time when she cooks dinner for you. I'll have to come back some other
time. Do you think she'd be interested?"
"That thing looks cool!" Michelle gushed, "I think she'd love it. Her
birthday is coming up soon. How much is it?"
"I could let you have it for ten dollars," came his reply.
In that fateful, deciding moment, Michelle chose the wrong option.
"Please come in, Sir. Let me run up to my room and get some money."
I choked when I heard her say it, but I wasn't too worried. I was
watching a tape of what happened earlier and I knew that Michelle was
upstairs safe and sound in her bed at the moment. But, still, it sucks
when you find out that the lessons you try to teach your children about
strangers aren't sinking in.
The video recorder showed a very large man crossing the doorway into my
house. Michelle ran out of the frame and I didn't pick her back up until
she was upstairs in her bedroom, which also had a camera. On one half of
the split screen, I watched Michelle rumaging through the twenty purses she
kept on her closet floor and on the other I saw a two hundred forty pound
stranger inspecting the knick-knacks in my living room. I have to admit he
didn't pick anything up or even touch anything.
On the left side of the screen, still up in her room, Michelle pulled a
small wad of bills from a Britney Spears purse. She counted it carefully,
taking ten dollars and putting the rest back. She ran out of the room, but
came back a moment later with a familiar look in her eye. She threw the
money on her bed then strode quickly out of the room.
I switched back to single screen view on my monitor when she appeared in
the vision of the living room camera. Seeing her come down the stairs, the
salesman brightened up a bit. Even though he hadn't touched a thing, he
still had a guilty look about him.
"That'll be ten dollars, miss," he said with a phony `sales-pitch'
accent.
My suspicions were confirmed when I heard Michelle say, "I'm sorry, Sir.
I really, really, REALLY want that Handi-Dandi Housewife Helper for my
mommy, but I can't find my money."
Now Michelle didn't usually speak this way. She had her `little girl'
voice on and I instinctively knew what was coming next. After all, I had
heard that voice a hundred times in the last few months when she wanted
something from me.
She walked up to this massive man and threw her arms around him,
startling him with her quickness.
"Please, Mister, I want this for my mommy, soooo bad. You can come back
another day and I'll give you the money, but I can't give you any today."
The salesman looked very uncomfortable and said, "Look, miss, if your
mommy came home right now, I'd be in a lot of trouble. I'm not supposed to
be getting hugged by a kid."
Still using her little girl voice, Michelle said, "You can't get in
trouble for a hug, silly."
He was so big that Michelle barely came up to his chest and, even though
she was pressed fully against him, her arms didn't reach all the way around
him. She began running her hands over his burly chest.
"You're big and strong, mister. I like your muscles."
"Please, miss. I could lose my job."
He began to back away but Michelle stayed right on top of him. She was
acting like a bitch in heat with a target in sight. Before they were
across the room, Michelle had his pants open and in a bunch around his
ankles. She reached into his underwear and pulled out a cock that was
right in proportion with the rest of him. It was still soft, but it
dwarfed my own by at least two inches and I'm pretty respectable.
When Michelle's lips closed around the pink head, Mr. Kitchen Gadget
was lost. She bobbed her pretty head up and down, slobbering all over his
spike as he collapsed to the floor in a heap.
"Oh, you sweet bitch. You're so good at that," he said.
She stopped her motion for a minute and replied, "Well, I really,
really, REALLY want that present for my mommy."
"It's yours, baby doll. Anything, just keep doing what your doing."
My stepdaughter, still months shy of her fifteenth birthday, used every
trick in the book to get her lover off. She pumped him with her fist,
licked his balls and asshole and took his fully erect cock completely down
her throat. It took a few minutes, but Michelle enjoyed a healthy helping
of this stranger's slippery spunk, swallowing it all just as she'd been
taught.
The action on the tape slowed for a minute, but the salesman's large
cock didn't go soft. He began feeling her up all over, lifting her dress
up to her waist and pulling the straps off of her shoulders. She didn't
have panties on, so with her dress bunched around her waist, she was
effectively nude.
I watched as Michelle's new `friend' picked her up like a ragdoll and
slammed her to her back on the couch. With quickness that belied his size,
the man spread Michelle's legs and covered her body with his. Seconds
later, he was deep inside her, thrusting away.
Since he had cum once already, the door-to-door salesman lasted forever
this time, pounding my little girl into the sofa mercilessly.
After about ten minutes of this treatment, Michelle started begging to
be taken the way she liked best. Her lover ignored her pleas for a few
minutes, still pummeling her coral flower, and then he stopped and slowly
pulled out of her. This mule's cock was glistening with Michelle's
fragrant slime and it had to be a full eleven inches. He repositioned
himself to get a better angle to debauch her back door, methodically
forcing his monster up inside her.
"Oh... just like that. Fuck my ass, mister. I'm cumming on that cock
of yours. Please give me your cum. Please. Please!"
"You'll get it, you little minx. Just a few minutes more and I'll be
there."
"Harder, mister. Oh... Oh..."
"Here it comes, baby... tell me you want it."
"Please, mister. I need your cum in my dirty ass. Fuck the shit out of
me!"
By now, he was pounding little Michelle so hard that I thought the sofa,
with the two of them on it, was going to go through the floor. It was so
difficult to watch that I paused the tape for a minute to collect my
thoughts.
Part of me was extremely disappointed that Michelle was back to her old
tricks, but there was no doubt that my cock was as hard as steel watching
the tape of her getting the reaming of a lifetime. When I had collected
myself, I pressed the play button.
For another fifteen minutes, this monster sawed his baby-maker in and
out of her asshole. Michelle was cumming continually, pounding her little
fists on his broad chest and crying out her pleasure.
Finally, he roared and became still. I could tell by the changing
expressions on his face that he was cumming in her bowels, filling a hole
which I considered mine. Soaking wet from her own exertions, Michelle
slumped back on the couch, spent for the moment.
The salesman grabbed his clothes, dressed with astonishing speed and was
out the door less than a minute after his climax.
Michelle's entire crotch was red and swollen. Her pussy and asshole
each looked like a truck had run through them. She languidly began
collecting his cum from her crotch with her fingers, licking it off after
each dip.
What came next was actually the biggest surprise of all. She got up off
of the sofa and approached the hidden camera, which I didn't even think she
knew about, and looking right into the lens, opened her mouth to show me
the pool of cum she had collected there. With a huge grin, she swallowed
her lover's spend and said, "And he didn't even give me the Handi-Dandi
Housewife Helper, Daddy."
Then she walked away from the camera, still nude and dripping more of
his cum from her rectum.
I decided that I was too angry to confront her at that moment, so I
vowed that I would take this up with her in the morning.
I set my alarm to rise before dawn. I had some preparations to make and
I didn't want my wife or stepdaughter to interfere. I had obviously been
mistaken in my approach towards disciplining Michelle and now I believed a
heavier hand was needed.
I built a real set of stocks for her, complete with two sets of leg
restraints, one that would have her standing, but bent over and the other
had her kneeling, bent over with her legs spread fully.
There were three weeks before she was scheduled to begin her first
school year in a new all-girls High School. Three weeks for me to try to
get my stepdaughter under control. With my mind fully set, I headed
upstairs to awaken my sleeping child.
I burst into her room and threw the covers off of her sleeping form.
She was nude and woke up obviously startled.
"Daddy, what... what's the matter?"
"You're coming with me, you cum drinking whore. Or didn't you think I
would react to your film debut, yesterday."
As I pulled Michelle by the arm along the upstairs hall, she struggled
and said, "Daddy, I was only playing. I was having fun. Didn't you like
the show I did for you?"
I screamed back at her, "Haven't you heard any of the messages I've been
telling you. It's unacceptable to fuck strange men. Now I'm going to
teach you a lesson that I hope you'll never forget."
I dragged her to the basement where my new equipment was waiting. To
reduce her struggling, I smacked her across the face twice, then forced her
head and arms into the stocks. With a flourish, I snapped closed the lock
and stepped back to catch my breath.
Michelle was under the mistaken impression that I was still playing with
her, "Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?"
Her impression of what was to come was short lived after I locked her
ankles into the bottom part of the stocks. I picked up a four-foot length
of half-inch wooden dowel and brought it down brutally on her left ass
cheek. She was so stunned by the force of the blow that she couldn't
speak.
"That's just the beginning, my child."
I punished her ass with that piece of wood until I felt like my arm was
going to fall off if I gave her another blow. At first she screamed her
pretty little head off, waking Lisa, who came downstairs to see what the
fuss was about. I ignored both my daughter's screams for mercy and wife's
pleas on her daughter's behalf.
On and on, I delivered one stinging blow after another, causing her ass
to swell, redden, then turn purple. Finally, with Lisa crying for her
daughter's sake, Michelle passed out from the pain and I stopped the
punishment.
"Good God, Mike. What the hell was that all about?"
I turned on my wife and said, "Get your slut ass upstairs and watch the
video in the machine, then come back and we'll talk."
She dutifully obeyed me and soon I was alone with the passed out
teenager. I had formed a plan that involved making Michelle dependent on
me for every aspect of her body. For the next three weeks, she wasn't
going to eat, sleep, shit, piss or fuck without my expressed permission.
She had just finished her period the previous weekend, so I didn't have to
concern myself with her cycle.
While she was still passed out, I attached small clamps to the pretty
pink nipples as they hung down below her breasts. Although her tits were
rather small, I still enjoyed holding each one in my palm as if weighing
them. I kneaded her tit-flesh for a couple of minutes and she began to
come around.
The pain from her brutalized ass must have been awesome because she
wailed for a few minutes then passed out again. I walked behind her to
inspect the damage.
Her bottom was a maze of scarlet and purple weals. I had broken her
skin in a couple of places, but the true damage was to the inner layers of
skin. I almost caved at that moment, thinking I was going too far, but
Lisa came back from upstairs with an icy look in her eye.
"You're doing the right thing, Mike," she said to me. "Just, please
don't hurt her too badly."
She agreed to assist me after I outlined my plan to her, then I called
my job and took a three-week emergency family leave. I would stay with my
stepdaughter every minute of that time. And she was going to be locked
into the stocks for most of it.
I allowed Lisa to tend to Michelle's wounds and apply salves to the most
damaged areas. When Michelle finally woke up, she was still in pain, but
it was manageable.
Over the next three weeks, Michelle's only food came from my mouth. I
pre-chewed her meals and fed them to her slowly. She was hungry most of
the time and soon came to depend on me for sustanance.
The first day, when she told me that she had to pee, I ignored her. She
was able to hold it for nearly three hours but, inevitably, she messed
herself. As she let her bladder go, I pulled her face up to mine by her
hair and told her, "I own that cunt. You're peeing where I want you to.
You no longer decide where to piss. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Daddy," came her small reply.
I left her covered in her own pee overnight. The basement smelled
badly, but it was a lesson learned for my child.
Around noon the second day, she told me that she really had to use the
toilet. I told her to piss herself again.
"No, Daddy, I have to do a poop."
I shouted for my wife who was upstairs making lunch. She appeared
almost instantly. I handed her a pail and positioned her behind her
daughter.
I walked back around in front of Michelle and got right in her face.
"Go ahead, Michelle. Empty yourself. Your mommy's going to make sure
you don't make a mess."
"I can't," she said. "I'm too embarrassed."
"I don't give a fuck. Shit, Michelle. If you don't do it right now,
I'm sending your mom back upstairs and I won't call her again. You can
shit all over yourself later if you prefer."
Unable to turn towards her mother because of the stocks, she looked at
me pleadingly and said, "Daddy, you're not loving me, you're only torturing
me."
I felt a little bad at that remark. So I gently kissed her lips and
said, "Go ahead, sweetheart, the faster you learn this, the better it will
be for all of us."
I began kissing her again, more deeply this time. She rewarded me with
a true effort to do as I asked of her. With my tongue in her mouth she
began to empty herself into the bucket. The accompanying rude noises just
served to remind her how little control she had over herself.
When she was done, Lisa cleaned her up and went back upstairs.
The third day, I made use of the clamps I had attached to her nipples. I
had a fishing tackle box that had dozens of one-ounce weights and I started
hanging them from the clamps. With four ounces of lead hanging from her
distended nipples, she began to cry. By the time I had hung twelve of the
devious devices from each of her nipples, she was begging me to stop and
promising to be good and obey her parents.
Each day was a repeat of the previous. She asked permission before I
would allow her to piss herself and, when she needed to void her bowels,
Lisa manned the bucket while I gently kissed her sweet mouth. She was
removed from the stocks once a day to shower, but only if she begged first.
The weights on her nipples caused them to permanently elongate, reaching
nearly a half-inch in length.
Towards the end of the three weeks I began feeding her cum. The first
few times it was second hand. Lisa sucked me off then fed the sticky white
semen to her daughter. She lapped it up like a kitten suckling on her
mother's teat. In the third week, I began fucking her mouth and giving her
my cum directly. By now, her ass was healed and she had a new attitude of
subservience.
Michelle's sentence was over the Saturday night before school started. I
removed her from the stocks and took her up to the master bedroom suite. I
gently laid her in the tub and washed away all of her remaining hurts.
Lisa and I powdered her, perfumed her, and then took her to our marital
bed. We made love to her all night, culminating with an anal fuck that gave
my fourteen-year-old daughter her first orgasm in three weeks. She slept
soundly between her mother and me that night with a well-earned blast of my
genetic material oozing from her anus.
The next day, I sent Michelle to the mall to buy herself new clothes for
school. She came back with a delightful assortment of jeans, skirts and
tops, all of which she modeled for her mother and me before bed. She was
bubbling with excitement to get back among her friends and both Lisa and I
knew that she was prepared for the academic year ahead. If only we could
keep her damn panties on when she wasn't in the house.
*** Chapter 6... A Day on Her Own ***
Michelle's fifteenth birthday was a cold, dreary Sunday. A damp mist
hung over the city, but it didn't hinder our spirits. Lisa and I woke our
precious child up with the smell of her favorite breakfast, chocolate chip
pancakes. She had told us of her plan to hang out with her girlfriends,
shopping in the fashion district, so we planned an early birthday
celebration for the morning before she went out.
We brought the delicious breakfast up to her room and kissed her nipples
until she was awake enough to notice the waiting feast.
"Wow! My favorite! Thanks!"
"Happy Birthday," Lisa and I said in unison.
"Whuddya get me?" she exclaimed, giddily.
"Just these," my wife replied and handed her two jewelry boxes and a
card.
Michelle opened the card first. It was inscribed, `For the best
daughter a family ever had'. Inside was another card, an American Express
Platinum Card.
"Is this for me?" she said, practically lusting after the small piece of
very tempting plastic.
"Yes, honey," I said. "It's time you learned how to start taking care
of money. We'll pay the bill on that card up to three hundred dollars a
month.
"But be careful, because anything over the limit, you'll have to pay out
of your savings"
She was really impressed by our generosity and threw her still nude body
on her mother and me, kissing and thanking us profusely.
"Open this one next," Lisa implored her, handing her a large,
non-descript jewelry case.
Michelle took the package and unwrapped it. She took the gift out of
the box and handed it to me.
"Please put it on me, Daddy."
As she lifted her hair and turned her back to me, I clasped the
two-inch-wide band of black leather around her slender neck. She turned so
I could see the one-inch-tall silver letters I had the leather store press
into the front of the choker. `Daddy's Slave' now had her own collar.
"Thank you, Sir," she said when I kissed the top of her head.
"Now open the other one!" Lisa urged.
Michelle opened the last box. This one contained a delicate woven gold
chain. It had an intricate inlay of diamonds, rubies and emeralds in the
front and two gold letters hung from the center, `DS'.
As Lisa and I petted our sweet newly fifteen-year-old daughter, I
explained the gifts.
"Those are your permanent reminder that your mother and I want you to
come to us when you feel lonely or neglected. You never have to feel like
nobody loves you. The leather one is for wearing at home and the gold one
is for when you're going out of the house. One of these has to be on you
at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy. But what do I say when my friends ask me what the letters
mean?"
"You can have a little fun by telling them that it's your boyfriend's
initials. They haven't seen you all summer and won't know any better. But
the three of us will know.
"Come to think of it," I continued, "Not only can it stand for Daddy's
Slave, it could also be Dick Sucker or Dirty Slut or even Daughter
Servant."
Lisa chimed in, "How about Daughter of a Slut?"
Soon we were all laughing and coming up with more definitions.
Michelle's contributions were Darling Shaver and Daddy's Sexhole, while
Lisa added Devilish Submissive.
After the laughter died down, Michelle enjoyed her pancake breakfast and
Lisa and I shared Michelle's pussy, giving her a few morning orgasms.
At noon, Michelle was dressed and ready to go out, wearing one of her
new outfits for the shopping trip with her girlfriends. It was a
knee-length black dress with a high collar and her new gold chain hung
quietly in front, between her pretty breasts.
When she left, Lisa and I discretely followed along. We had mixed
feelings about checking up on Michelle, but given the current
circumstances, we felt we had to make sure she was behaving herself.
She met her friends, Allyson and Christina, at a large department store
and the three of them shopped for nearly four hours. We watched as
Michelle acted like a teenager, picking out new fashions and paying with
her new credit card, which her friends obviously envied.
We were very proud of her and also of ourselves. Lisa and I
congratulated each other and sincerely hoped that we had curbed Michelle's
appetite for illicit sex. The three girls split up and all caught cabs for
the ride home. Lisa and I stopped at a music store to pick up one of
Michelle's favorite CD's to give to her as a bonus birthday gift.
When we arrived at home, Michelle's cab was still parked out front. The
windows were fogged up and we couldn't see anyone in the seats. As we
approached the car, again we learned that little Michelle wasn't living up
to her promises. The driver's seat was pushed back and my stepdaughter had
the cabbies cock in her mouth.
I was livid but, mysteriously, Lisa seemed unaffected. She grabbed my
hand before I could interupt the activity in the car and pulled me into the
house.
She said, "She's only doing what I told her to."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I exploded.
"I told her that if she felt the urge to have sex she should limit it to
a quick blowjob," my wife informed me.
"But that goes against everything I've been trying to teach her."
"Don't be too hard on her, honey. You know how horny she gets. And
that was always my rule: oral sex isn't really sex."
"I don't believe it! Can you really be stupid enough to teach that to
your daughter?"
My wife replied, "I'm sorry, Mike. We'll talk to her when she's
finished with her new friend."
"You're damn right we will. I can see that both of you need an
education about exactly what constitutes sex."
Fifteen minutes later, Michelle finally came inside. Her hair was a
wreck and her lipstick looked pretty much like I expected. She didn't say
a word. She just stood there looking sheepish. I wanted to scream at her
right then, but since I was so mad, I decided to have this conversation
under better, more controlled circumstances. I ordered both my wife and my
stepdaughter to strip and kneel on the floor in front of me. If I was to
be Master of this household, then, dammit, I had to get these women under
control.
Both of them knew I was pissed off. Without being told, they each
assumed very subservient poses, Michelle on her knees with her legs spread
and her hands behind her head and Lisa with her hands on her thighs and her
head bowed.
"After all we've been through, Michelle, you couldn't last one day
without taking a stranger's cock in your slut mouth. I'm starting to
believe that you do this on purpose to make me angry. And Lisa, `oral sex
isn't real sex'? What kind of shit is that to teach your daughter? I
don't know who's more foolish, me for believing that Michelle could change,
you for thinking like a goddamn president or Michelle for not being able to
control herself."
I turned on Michelle and continued, "Did you enjoy your little romp?
Was his cock big and nice? Did you get him off good? Do you still taste
his cum on your lips?"
My child surprised me again by opening her mouth and showing me that she
still hadn't swallowed the cab drivers emission.
Incredulously, I asked, "You saved it to show me?"
With her mouth full, she spoke slowly and surprisingly clearly, "I saved
it for Mommy."
Michelle then turned towards her mother and grabbed Lisa's face with
both hands. She tilted Lisa's head back and drooled the entire cum wad
into her mother's mouth. I didn't know what to say but my wife accepted
the offering and began frigging her clit until she had a stupendous orgasm.
When she was calmed down, she swallowed the white load.
My daughter beamed with happiness at the orgasm she had given her
mother.
"See, Daddy," she said, "Mommy told you the other day that she got off
on my adventures, so I thought I'd give her a surprise because you guys
were so nice to me for my birthday."
I couldn't fault little Michelle. She still had this twisted view that
everyone was fair game for her sexcapades. Her mother's teachings
apparantly ran very deeply, but I was determined to get a handle on these
two.
The doorbell rang and I remembered that Sunday evening was the
collection time for our newspaper delivery boy. His name was David and he
was about eleven. I gave the girls a look that said, `Do Not Move!' and I
went to answer the door. I opened it only enough to see the paperboy, but
not enough for him to see into my living room where a naked fifteen year
old and her equally nude thirty four year old mother were kneeling,
awaiting punishment.
"Hi, David. How much is it?"
"Six dollars, Mr. Jennings. I didn't come by last week."
"OK, I'll be right back," I said and I disappeared into the house. I
imagined that David would freak if he knew what treasures were a mere ten
feet from where he stood.
When I got back with his money and his tip, I gave it to him and asked
if he wanted to see something very exciting but also very secret. He was
hesitant, but then said, "Sure, Mr. Jennings."
I pushed the door with my toe until it was fully open. David's eyes
bugged out of his head, but to his credit, he stepped right into the house
and approached Lisa and Michelle from behind.
"They're naked, Mr. Jennings!" David observed.
"That's right, David. Mrs. Jennings and Michelle were very, very
naughty and part of their punishment is to kneel there without moving until
I tell them they can. And if you want, you can look at them all you want."
"Thanks, Mr. Jennings. You're sure it's alright with your wife,
right?"
"David, it doesn't matter. She's being punished and I've decided that
you can help."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well, I know that little boys don't get a chance to satisfy their
curiosity too often and I'll bet you've always wanted to have a chance to
see what a girl's body is all about. Right?"
"Yes, Sir. Can you make them stand up so I can see them better?"
I ordered the two sluts to stand and present themselves to our guest.
Lisa was mortified, blushing red from the tips of her breasts to the top of
her head.
With me urging him on, David inspected both my stepdaughter and my wife.
He was very uncertain, but with a little help, soon he knew that girls
liked to have their breasts kissed and pinched. He knew where to locate a
clitoris and what to do with it and he also knew that girls lubricate when
they are aroused.
Michelle wasn't embarrassed at all. She moaned and sighed each time
David brushed against her swollen clit and he soon learned to brush it
often.
"If you rub that a lot," I told him, "Michelle will have an orgasm.
That's something that feels real good and I'm sure she'll want to thank you
for giving one to her."
He concentrated on my daughter's fifteen-year-old clit for about a
minute until she came with astonishing power.
"Wow, Mr. Jennings. That was way cool. Can I do that for Mrs.
Jennings, too?"
"No, I'm afraid not, David. Mrs. Jennings is in a lot of trouble and
I'm not allowing her to have any cums, as we call them. But she'd like to
give you an orgasm, if you want one."
"But I don't have a clitoris," David replied, kind of crestfallen.
"That's OK, David. My wife has always wanted to give a young boy an
orgasm, and with your help, she can learn what it's like."
"Sure! Thanks, Mr. Jennings."
My disgraceful excuse for a wife dropped to her knees in front of this
eleven-year-old boy and unbuckled his pants. She pushed them and his
underwear down to his ankles and confronted the source of her lifelong
obsession: hairless little boy cock.
David nearly swooned when she began playing with his four-inch long
erection. She tickled it with her hands and kissed the head until she got
up the courage to take the virgin penis into her mouth. She bobbed on it
like a pro, jerking herself off with her fingertips as his cock sawed into
her sluthole of a mouth. About ten minutes later, David blew the first wad
of his young life. He bucked and groaned, pouring his premiere sperm load
into my wife's waiting mouth while she was locked in an orgasm bigger that
any I'd ever seen her have.
With David's sperm on her tongue, Lisa looked at me. I directed her to
share her bounty with her daughter. Dutifully, she obliged, spitting the
creamy offering into Michelle's mouth, who swallowed knowing that I
expected it of her.
I walked David to the door and asked him if he had any friends that
would be interested in helping to discipline my naughty girls. He said he
would ask them when he brought the newspaper money down to the office.
I sent Michelle up to her room and Lisa down to the basement. Michelle
had orders to bathe and perfume herself, then dress in one of my favorite
outfits, a red babydoll with matching, see-thru panties.
I followed Lisa to the basement and tied her standing in the middle of
the room. There were four ropes, one for each limb, that attached to
pulleys in the floor and ceiling. Within minutes, she was bound, spread
and blindfolded awaiting whatever sordid punishment I could deliver.
Leaving her there, I went upstairs to wait for David and his buddies.
They arrived moments later. David had brought five of his co-workers,
three about his age and two a little older, around fourteen or so.
"David," I said, "Mrs. Jennings is down in the basement waiting for you
to introduce her to your friends. I expect you to share the knowledge I've
given you with your friends. I'm going upstairs and I'll join you in the
basement in an hour."
I left the dumbfounded group in my living room and headed upstairs to
use my younger slave while my older slave was busy in the basement.
Michelle was waiting just as I had ordered. She was sitting on her bed,
dressed in the red frilly outfit and her leather slave collar, awaiting her
fate. I sat on the bed with her and drew her sweet body across my lap,
becoming enveloped in a light cloud of some delicious perfume. When she
was in position for a traditional spanking, I began to run my hands over
her back and legs, sensitizing her body for what was to come. Her young
thighs were so strong and sinewy and she didn't have an ounce of fat
anywhere. Through her panties, I could see the darker indentation of the
cleft of her ass and I began to draw the tiny garment down to her knees,
exposing her bottom in all it's youthful splendor.
"Honey, you're getting in lots of trouble lately. What do you have to
say for yourself?"
"I can't help it, Daddy. I really, really like to make boys and men
cum. I love the taste and feel of their stuff in my mouth. And I
especially like when they stick things in me."
"I know, honey, but you know I want you to behave when you're out of the
house."
"Yes, Sir, I do, but most times I just can't help myself. Can you
please forgive me? Master?"
When my fifteen-year-old stepdaughter called me Master, I nearly blew
it. She was becoming a professional at pushing my buttons, but I was on a
mission and I continued with my plan. I dipped my fingers into her sopping
wet pussy and drew some of the lubrication over her crinkled brown hole.
Her rosebud was pulsing in expectation of some intimate stimulation.
"Oh, Master," my daughter said, "That feels soooo good."
With my left hand, I began fingering her shitter and with my right, I
began to give her a barehanded spanking. For Michelle, the dual sensations
of having her most sensitive part invaded while receiving an unusually
severe hiding was almost more than she could bear.
Two minutes after I started, she was cumming and crying at the same
time. I continued this multiple punishment until she was a sobbing mass on
my lap.
Between her sobs, she kept saying, over and over, "Thank you, Master.
Daddy's Slave is sorry. She'll be good. She promises."
"I know you will, slave. Do you want to take care of Daddy's hard cock
now?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy! I'll do a good job for you. I love you so much!"
Michelle dropped off my lap and removed my erection from my pants. I
twisted my hands in her hair and pulled her slut mouth onto my manhood.
She sucked delightfully on my rod, kissing along it's length and taking my
overfilled balls into her mouth. Then, when she dipped her tongue lower,
onto my asshole, I had an idea.
I moved her over to the bed and laid her down on her back. I positioned
myself over her face and sat down so my ass smothered her. Her pretty pink
tongue reached out and resumed its work in my back door. I was facing her
feet so I pulled her legs apart and exposed the pussy that had gotten my
young sweetheart in so much trouble. She was now in a very exposed and
vulnerable position, her wet pink center split open for my enjoyment and
drooling her sweet tangy cream.
To stifle the cries that I expected in a moment, I put more of my weight
on her face and brought my right hand down sharply on her shaved and slick
vulva. From under my ass, I heard her grunt in pain, but her tongue
continued swabbing my asshole. Michelle received twenty painful blows on
her cunt before she lost control of her bladder and peed herself. To my
amazement, she also had an orgasm that rivaled the one her mother had
earlier.
When I got up off of her, she once again thanked me profusely for caring
enough about her to punish her in this manner. She noticed that my cock
was fully erect and dripping pre-cum so she descended upon it, suckling
hungrily until I shot a creamy, gooey load onto her tongue. I made her
spit it out onto my hand, then I rubbed it all over her face. She was a
spermy mess and I left her that way, laying on her piss-wet bed with my cum
drying on her pretty face.
Pulling my pants up, I headed down to the basement to check on my wife
and her little friends. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I watched
for a couple of minutes, unnoticed by my young guests.
I had expected that I would find my wife a hyper-aroused wreck and six
little boys with stinky fingers, but they had taken things further than I
had anticipated. They had cut her down from her bonds and had her bent
over a small table. One of the older boys was ramming his unprotected cock
into her upturned pussy from behind and the younger boys were taking turns
putting their little hairless pricks into her mouth. As I watched, the boy
that was fucking her shot his offering into her steaming and slimy cunt.
"Oh, man, that was fuckin' great!" he boasted to his buddies, pulling
his spent cock from my wife's sloppy hole. The other older boy immediately
took his place, ramming himself into Lisa just as violently as his
counterpart had.
Around mouthfuls of little boy cock, my wife was joyously thanking her
friends for their efforts. The boys finally noticed that I was watching
them and the fellow that was fucking her jumped off her like a shot.
"No," I said to him, "Go ahead and finish fucking her. She's a
worthless shit and I want her treated that way."
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Jennings," David said, and motioned for his friend to
re-mount my beautiful but sexually misguided bride. When he added his
essence to Lisa's overfilled pussy, I called all the guys aside to make
sure each of them had cum. As it turned out, David and the three new
younger boys each had creamed in Lisa's mouth and the two older boys had
cum twice, all four loads being deposited in her cunt.
Lisa was still laying over the table, so I walked over to her and split
her back cheeks open. Sure enough, gobs of pearly white semen were running
out of her used hole. Since each of the boys was still hard, I lined them
up in front of her, removed the blindfold and ordered her to suck off each
of the youngsters in order. She was told to spit out each load onto a
plate that had been left in the basement. I watched as David blew his
third load of the day into her mouth. She obediently spit his seed onto
the plate, shuddering as yet another orgasm racked her body.
Since he was the first to finish, I sent David upstairs to get Michelle.
I gave him a dog leash and told him to use it to lead her, nude, to the
basement.
While the second boy was creaming my wife's mouth, David reappeared at
the head of the stairs with Michelle in tow. It was a strange moment,
seeing an eleven-year-old boy leading my fifteen-year-old stepdaughter on a
leash like a pet. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, David handed
me the leash and, with just a look, I ordered Michelle to assume her slave
position, kneeling with her hands clasped behind her head.
All the boys got even more excited seeing a kid about their age naked. I
prevented them from approaching Michelle, however, telling them that Lisa
was available, but Michelle wasn't. They weren't too sad, considering how
attractive my wife was.
By the time the last boy came in Lisa's mouth, the sperm that was
dripping out of her cunt and down her legs had reached her ankles. Her
inner thighs and calves were glistening with the fruit of her illicit
activities and she had had more orgasms than I could count. The cum
collection plate had a decent amount of virgin sperm and I asked the boys
to step back while I concluded the punishment that my girls had earned.
While the six young men looked on, I placed the plate on the floor. I
put Michelle and Lisa on their hands and knees on either side of it and
ordered them to lick it clean. With gusto, they approached their task.
Their hair kept getting in the way, falling into the sticky mess and
becoming wet with the sperm of six young men. By the time the plate was
clean, both of my slaves were covered in the stuff. Then I ordered them to
lick each other clean. While they were performing this delightful task, I
lectured my young friends.
"Most women need to be loved and honored and I expect that each of you
will understand that. When you meet a girl, she needs to have a loving
partner that will not abuse her. On the other hand," I continued, "These
two are very, very bad girls. They deserve to be treated in the most
humiliating fashion that I can think up. I hope you'll each understand
that you are not to treat any other woman you know in this way. Do you all
understand?"
Six little heads nodded as I continued, "From time to time, I'm going to
ask for your help with my problem. If you promise to treat all other girls
and women with respect, I'll invite you back again. If not, you'll never
have an opportunity like this again. OK?"
There was a rousing chorus of `Yes, Sirs' and `Sure thing, Mr.
Jennings'.
With the remarkable recuperative powers of young boys, each of my new
friends was erect again. As a final gift for them, I positioned Lisa on
her back on the little table and invited them to jerk off on any part of
her body that they wanted. Two of the younger boys had never jerked off
before, so the older boys showed them what to do.
Ten minutes later, Lisa had three small loads on her face, one on her
soft tits and two deposits on the lips of her spread gash, adding to the
mess that was already there.
I said goodbye to my accomplices, reminding them of their pledge to me
and gaining promises that the events that took place would remain our
secret.
I left Lisa in the basement for the night, covered in the sticky remains
of her newly realized lifelong fantasy. Michelle came upstairs with me,
showering again and joining me in my marital bed. Before sleeping, I made
love to her twice, each time leaving my cum deep inside her small tight
pussy.
Monday morning, I trundled Michelle off to school and went to the
basement to collect Lisa, my naughty bride.
*** Chapter 7... My Daughter's First Public Humiliation ***
I went down to the basement to wake my errant wife. I found her curled
in a ball on the floor, sleeping peacefully with dried cum covering most of
her body. I roused her by slapping her face a couple of times.
"Good Morning, Master," she said after her head cleared.
"Good Morning, slut. Tell me about your adventure last night."
"Well, Sir," my wife began as she wiped the sleep from her eyes, "Those
little boys were like a hoard of locusts. When they came downstairs, David
tried to keep them in line, but within minutes, I had little hands all over
me. The oldest one, Billy, I think, had his hand in my pussy almost
immediately. I must have cum twenty times before you came down. I loved
their little cocks, too. They tasted so good and their cum was especially
sweet, just like I always dreamed. Thank you for making my fantasy come
true even though I know you're mad at me."
"You're welcome, slut. But now get your smelly, cum-crusted ass
upstairs and into the shower. We have to plan what to do next with your
daughter."
Lisa climbed the stairs and headed for the shower where she began to
wash the remains of her evening off of her sexy body.
By the time she was finished, I had formed another plan for Michelle.
When Lisa came to me, clean and sweet smelling, I laid it out for her. I
was going to do things to humiliate my daughter publicly. If she resisted
I would be pleased and go easier on her, but if, however, she creamed her
panties or had an orgasm, I'd push her into more and more humiliating
scenarios until she couldn't take it any more. That night would be the
first test. I would take her out and find ways to fuck with her mind.
When I got home from work, I found that my wife had dressed Michelle in
one of her very short, black mini-skirts and a white blouse with no bra.
Her perky little nipples poked at the fabric, clearly visible as darker
patches. Lisa had instructed her to wear her tallest heels, too. They
were four inch, chunky heels that, when fastened the end of her long thin
legs, looked as if they weighed more than she did. She was the perfect
picture of lolita promise, everyman's fantasy and very obviously underage.
I fastened her gold slave collar around her delicate neck to finish off the
ensemble.
As we drove away from the house, I confiscated her panties and explained
the rules to her. They were simple, but I hoped they would be successful.
I told her that I was going to put her into sexually humiliating situations
and her job was to look past the sexual aspects and remain unexcited.
Between each episode, I was going to check her pussy for wetness, hoping to
find a situation that would humiliate her but not excite her. When I found
a scene like that, we would repeat it each time she needed discipline. I
know that sounds impossible, but I needed to find some embarrassing way to
punish her indiscretions, and so far, it seemed that everything I tried
just turned her on and got her into more trouble.
Our first stop was simple. I pulled the car into a full-serve filling
station, instructing Michelle to recline the car's seat and just lay there,
pretending to be asleep. With her coat open, her legs were exposed to
within about two inches of her hairless mound and her nipples, which were
now as hard as little pebbles, prominantly displayed themselves through the
thin material of her sheer blouse.
As I got out of the car on a make-believe visit to the men's room, I
asked the attendant to fill it up, check the oil and clean the front
window. The young black kid was just starting the pump when I closed the
bathroom door.
I overturned a little garbage pail so I could stand on it and look out
the tiny window up near the ceiling. As I expected, the young gas jockey
had noticed my daughter and was doing an excellent job of cleaning and
re-cleaning the windshield. Even when he popped the hood to check the oil,
he took the dipstick around by the passenger window so he could check
Michelle out while he did his job. I heard him call his boss, the only
other person at the station, to assist him because he was having trouble
reading the stick. When the older man ambled over to my car, the young guy
gave him a head signal to check out the passenger seat.
I thought the old guy was going to have a stroke when he saw my nymph of
a stepdaughter laid out on the seat. By this time, the hood of the car was
closed and I made my way back from the bathroom, interupting Michelle's
admirers and paying for my purchases. The manager of the station informed
me that my oil was dirty and that I really should stay and have it changed.
His ploy was pretty transparent, but I begged off, telling them that I was
scheduled to have the work done later in the week.
I hopped back into the car and quickly pulled out, looking over at
Michelle who was panting like she had just finished a marathon.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, "Those guys were saying some really nasty
stuff and I couldn't help but get excited. The young one kept saying he
wished my dress was a little shorter and the older one wanted to bite my
nipples. Please don't be mad, Daddy, but I wanted him to."
I knew before even checking that her pussy would be fully lubricated,
but I lifted the front of her skirt anyway. My middle finger slid between
her shaved pussy lips, finding that her sweet pussy honey was flowing fast
and furious.
Cutting across four lanes of traffic, I swung a u-turn and headed back
to the station. Both employees grinned from ear to ear as I pulled my car
into one of the garage's bays. I pulled the two of them aside and asked if
they'd like to have a little fun, helping me punish my daughter for teasing
them. Knowing male nature, I expected them to jump at the opportunity and
they didn't disappoint me. The two station attendants listened to my offer
and soon found themselves in a race to change my car's oil in ten minutes
or less. If they succeeded, my nympho daughter would be ordered to blow
each of them and swallow their cum. To make changing the oil more
difficult, however, Michelle would be in the rear seat of the car, taking
her clothes off.
The older guy, knowing what was at stake, concentrated on the task at
hand. He professionally hustled to get his work done. The younger one,
however, stopped every minute or so to check out my daughter as she shed
her outfit.
With one minute remaining and Michelle completely nude on the rear seat,
the older guy announced that they were finished. By now, Michelle was
frigging her sweet pussy and pinching her little, pointy nipples.
I got into the front seat of the car and invited the men into the back
seat with Michelle. Thankfully, I had a large automobile and the three of
them fit comfortably across the seat.
Watching as four black hands violated my little girl's body, I waited
for her inevitable explosion. As soon as one of them wiggled a finger into
her asshole, she began to cum.
"Oh, Master, I'm cumminggggggg!"
She was grinding her sex on the men's hands and flailing her arms
around, finally settling for two fistfuls of hard male cock. As if struck
by an unexpected inspiration, she repositioned herself across their laps,
facing the older guy. Michelle gobbled down his erection to the root,
while the younger guy played with her ass and thighs.
When the hard black cock that was in her mouth erupted, Michelle
dutifully swallowed its seed and continued kissing the softening head until
the man pushed her mouth away from his sensitive member.
"Give me some of that mouth, baby, " the younger guy pleaded and
Michelle obliged by spinning around on their laps until she had his eight
inch pole deep in her talented throat. Her little ass was now up in the
air and the older guy took it as an invitation to taste her exposed
shitter.
Around mouthfuls of black cock, Michelle murmured, "Thank you, Daddy.
This man's tongue is the best!"
Another two minutes went by before the younger fellow blasted the back
of my stepdaughter's slutty mouth with enough cum to choke her. She
retched quite violently and accidentally spilled his cum all over his
slowly deflating prick. It was quite a load and I ordered Michelle to
clean up her mess.
Like a good daughter, she obeyed her Daddy, cleaning up the younger guy
with her tongue while the older guy continued to pleasure her asshole. She
had two more orgasms while licking his cock and balls clean of sperm.
"Can we fuck her, mister?" the older guy asked.
"Not this time," I said, "But if I ever send her down here to you guys
in the future, I'll expect you to fuck her until she can't walk right.
Deal?"
"Deal, mister," both of them answered.
After they got out of the car, I pulled out of the station. A few miles
away, I pulled to the side of the road to get my daughter ready for our
next adventure. She had failed this first test and there were more
humiliating tests still to come. I gave her a towel to clean her mouth and
to dry her pussy and ass. Then I made her get dressed again and re-apply
her makeup.
About ten miles down the road was a small rest stop, mostly bathrooms,
but it had a few antiquated vending machines, as well. In the lot, there
were a half dozen trucks and a couple of cars.
I thought for a second, got out of the car and led her into the men's
room. Both of the stalls were taken and one of the two urinals, as well.
"Does anyone here mind if I let my daughter use the other urinal? The
ladies room is out and she has to pee really badly."
A chorus of `no problems' met my ears and the guy that was standing at
the urinal turned as he zipped up. He looked astounded when he realized
that my daughter was fifteen, not five or six.
"You guys can watch if you want. Go ahead, honey. Pull up your little
skirt and use the urinal, like a good girl."
My sexy teen stepdaughter looked the man right in the eye as she lifted
the front of her skirt and turned towards the vacant urinal. Both of the
other men came out of their stalls and joined us in watching Michelle try
to position herself so she could pee into the wall-hanging fixture without
getting it all over her shoes. Soon she realized that in order to position
her body properly, she needed to hold onto the fixture with both hands and
lean as far back as she could. The only problem with this method was that
she couldn't hold her skirt, too, so it would be in the way and get wet.
One of the guys realized what must have been going on between me and my
daughter, so he asked me if he could assist Michelle and hold her dress up.
I was about to suggest that same thing, so I nodded and he approached
Michelle from behind, lifting her skirt and positioning his body so my
daughter could lean back against him. Finally, Michelle was comfortable
enough to begin emptying her bladder in front of her stepfather and three
perfect strangers. As her flow reached its peak, the man that was holding
her reached his hands around her waist and began fondling her nearly naked
breasts.
"Oh, Daddy," she panted, "I love what he's doing to my boobies. Please
pinch my nipples, sir."
"Sure thing, darlin'."
He became rougher and really squeezed her small tits, covering them
entirely with his massive hands.
As Michelle's flow ebbed, she let go of the fixture and fell back into
the man's arms. With one hand, she spread her lower lips and, with the
other, she began diddling her clit until she brought herself to yet another
illicit climax. The man that had been holding her dropped her to the dirty
floor and stepped back with a huge smile on his face.
I was justifyably disappointed in her. She couldn't just pee and be
done with it. She had to go and make it sexual encounter, complete with an
orgasm. I knew I couldn't let this latest failure to go unpunished, so I
asked the guys to hang around while I took my stepdaughter into one of the
stalls.
I whispered to her, "You're going to do some really nasty stuff now to
pay for that orgasm."
"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do."
"What you're going to do first is this: go out to those guys and offer
to let them cum in your mouth for a nickel. Do everything necessary to
convince all of them that you have to do this or else. This is a lesson
I'm teaching you. If you keep up your current behavior, you'll end up with
men cumming on you for money. That's not how you want to end up. Is it?
"No, Daddy. It's not."
"Take your clothes off, first. I don't want you clothes to get as dirty
as your filthy cunt."
My daughter stripped off her small ensemble, leaving only the chunky
heels and her necklace. I tweaked her perky little nips and whispered in
her ear, "After they've all cum, I'll show you what you're going to do
next. Now get going, young lady."
"Yes, Master."
With a grin that could have lit up half of Manhattan, my nude, fifteen
year old stepdaughter pushed the stall door open with her shoe and
presented herself to the three men. I'm sure they knew what was coming,
but it was fun to watch as she approached them and told them that they
could cum in her mouth for five cents. Seconds later, she had fifteen
cents and the first cock in her nasty mouth.
She chose the guy that had held her up while she peed to be first. His
cock was average in both size and length, but Michelle didn't care. She
had a cock in her mouth and happily slurped and sucked, jacking him off
with her little hands until he blasted his cargo onto her tongue. It
seemed as if he had never had a serious blowjob before because he kept
saying to me, "Thanks, Mister," over and over.
Still on her knees on the men's room floor, with her little tits exposed
and her shaved pussy glistening with moisture, she took the second guys
cock into her mouth. He lasted longer, making Michelle work up a sweat
trying to coax his sperm from his testicles. When he finally came, he
pulled out of her mouth and painted her pretty face with his spend. Then
he took his cock and pushed some cum that had landed on her cheek into her
mouth.
The third guy said that he didn't want to be unfaithful to his wife, but
he wanted some of the action. I suggested that he just jerk himself off,
aiming to get his release into her mouth when the time came. My idea was
just the ticket for this guy.
As I watched this stranger yank his crank in front of my naked, kneeling
little girl, I realized that I was getting off on this stuff, big time.
She looked so hot and sexy, so nasty and slutty there on the urine soaked
floor of the men's room waiting for a third man in five minutes to cum on
her.
"Oh, mister," she said, "Shoot your nasty stuff all over me. My daddy
wants to see his little girl covered in your gooey cums. Please, oh,
please, mister. I'll drink it all down. I promise. C'mon and give it to
me."
She kept talking dirty like this until he blasted her with enough cum to
nearly cover her entire face. It dripped down onto her chest and nipples,
forming little pearlescent rivers. My little girl began rubbing it into
her tits, sliding one hand down her body to play with her clit.
"Don't touch yourself, slave," I yelled at her, startling the three guys
and causing her to jerk upright with cum flying everywhere.
I pulled her over to one of the urinals and placed her face right into
the bottom where that blue cake thing was. She resisted for a moment then
realized she was overpowered. I reached up and pulled the handle, causing
a waterfall in the fixture that ran over her sperm-covered face.
"Now stay there, slut," I commanded, "I'm not finished washing you off."
With that, I unzipped my pants and began to pee into the urinal, right
beside her mouth. My waste splashed on her and I absolutely enjoyed the
power that I had over this hot-bodied nymph.
As I finished, I stepped back and invited the men to do the same. One
of the guys said that this was too much for him and he left, but the other
two stepped right up and emptied their bladders into the urinal, soaking
Michelle's face and hair and washing off the remaining semen.
When she collapsed to the floor she looked up at me with a silly smile
on her face, saying, "Daddy, can I cum now? Please?"
"Yes, slut. Go ahead." I replied. "Then we have to get you cleaned up
better."
Unabashedly, Michelle masturbated in front of the three of us, one hand
pounding her button while her other hand slipped around to her ass. As
soon as she pushed her index finger through her sphincter, she exploded.
I opened the door to the restroom and checked to make sure no one else
was around, then, grabbing her by the wrist, I led her, naked, out into the
cold winter night. Turning to my two remaining friends, I asked where
their trucks were parked. They pointed me towards two big rigs that were
parked parallel to each other at the back of the lot. I paraded my naked
daughter across the frigid lot and into the space between the trucks, with
the two drivers following close behind.
There was a garden-type hose there for washing down the trucks and I
turned it on Michelle. In the parking lot, I began to hose the cum and
piss off of my little girl, instructing her to turn this way and that until
I was satisfied that she was clean and ready to start her next adventure.
My trucker buddies also enjoyed the sight of Michelle's water-soaked little
body wearing just those black chunky shoes, which were now soaked and must
have weighed a ton.
Leaving her naked and shivering, I approached the guys with a
proposition, which they accepted. I opened the door of the nearest rig and
instructed Michelle to climb up into the rear sleeper unit. Then I got
into my car, taking her clothes with me, and drove off to a motel about a
mile down the road.
My proposition to the truckers was simple. They could have my daughter
for the night under three conditions. First, they had to bring her to this
motel and get a room. Second, they had to bring her back to me at the rest
stop by nine o'clock the next morning. And lastly, they were to rough her
up just a little. Enough to make her afraid, but not enough to really hurt
her. I had quickly explained the situation to them and they understood my
motive and my method for disciplining my errant stepdaughter. Even if it
cost her a day in school.
I waited by the window until both trucks pulled into the motel's lot.
Then I enjoyed seeing Michelle being hustled naked into a room a few doors
down from mine.
My poor Michelle was in for a rough night as I turned on the television
and settled down to watch the Raider game, dining on some room service
crap.
At nine the next morning, I was waiting for Michelle at the rest stop.
Promptly, one of the two rigs pulled into the spot next to my car. The
driver opened his door and climbed out, pulling Michelle behind him by her
hair. She was wrapped in a motel towel that covered very little, leaving
her breasts exposed to the harsh morning sunlight. He opened the back door
of my car, shoved Michelle inside and said, "Thanks, mister. Hope you got
what you wanted."
He turned away, got into his truck and headed back onto the open road.
Michelle had curled up across the back seat and looked content enough
for the moment, so I headed back to the motel to give her an opportunity to
rest.
When we got there, I carried her sleeping form into my room and placed
her face down on the bed. I unwrapped her from the towel and surveyed her
naked body. She had recently showered but, as I expected, there were some
marks. On the back of her neck was a love-bite about the size of a quarter
and her ass had been reddened. There was a mark on the back of her left
thigh that looked like the result of an aggressive bite. I spread her firm
asscheeks to see if she had been abused back there and I found what I
expected. Her sphincter was still distended from having been open for a
very long time and the crinkled tissue around it was red and raw. I wet my
finger and slid it into her abused anus. In her sleep, she mumbled,
"Please, no. It hurts." So I left it alone.
Rolling her onto her back, I continued my examination. Her pussy looked
none the worse for wear, but she had a puffy lip, a bruise above her right
cheek and her breasts had some strange red substance on them. I looked
more carefully, finally realizing that it was candle wax.
"So, the truckers were inventive," I thought, sitting next to the bed
reading until she woke up early that evening.
Opening her eyes, she stretched her trim form for a second before
looking at me. She climbed sleepily out of the bed and lurched to the
bathroom to relieve herself. She was still nude and I admired her youth
and resilience.
"So?" I said, when she came back from the bathroom and sat crosslegged
on the big motel bed.
"I'm hungry."
"That's it? That's all you have to say after what happened last night?"
"If I tell you what you want to hear," she pouted, "I'd be lying. And
if I tell you the truth, you'll just get mad at me."
I tried to comprehend this as she began peeling the remains of the
candle wax from her tender breasts. I moved over and sat next to her on
the bed, cradling her in my arms.
"I want you to tell me the truth, Michelle. This is not slave and
Master time now. It's father and daughter. You tell me what you want to
say."
"OK. But remember, you wanted to hear this. I loved every second of
last night. You thought I'd be scared, but I wasn't. When you took me
into that bathroom, all those guys got hard for me. That made me feel
great. I got to cum all three of them. And what you did in that urinal?
I've been a slavegirl almost all of my life. That was just an incredible
way for you to show me that I belong to you.
"So was giving me to those two truckers," she continued. "I would have
done anything for them, same as I do for you. And they made me do some
wild stuff last night! I found out that I can fit two man-sized cocks in
my ass at the same time. They also put all kinds of things inside me. A
Coke bottle, a wrench, a piece of rubber hose. They ordered room service,
too, and made me answer the door naked for the old lady that delivers the
food. She was a friend of theirs and she joined the party. She was the
one that thought of the candle wax. I thought they were going to burn my
boobs off, but it didn't hurt too bad and when they touched my clit, I
exploded!"
She continued to ramble, "The last thing I remember clearly, the three
of them stood in a circle around me and pushed me back and forth to each
other. They were grabbing me and slapping me and, you know what? I wanted
more. I wanted them to push me right over the edge. Instead, they pushed
me onto the bed and started spanking my entire body. All three of them at
the same time. I must have passed out for a while, because when I woke up,
I was in the bathtub and the old lady was washing me. Then they brought me
back. OK, so that's it. Do it again if you want to, `cuz except for my
butt hurting like hell, I enjoyed everything everybody did to me last
night.
"I'm sorry, but I love you, Daddy Master. Please don't be mad. And I'm
even hungrier now!"
My heart was breaking. What could I do? I wanted Michelle to get her
fill of illicit sex, but she just kept craving more. Not only did she not
understand that respectable women don't allow men to piss on their faces,
she seemed to thrive in situations where any ordinary young girl would
blanch.
I needed to think so I told her to jump in the shower and I'd run out
for some food.
When I got back with supplies, Michelle was waiting for me at the little
motel room table. She had put out napkins and water glasses for our
breakfast. She hadn't gotten dressed, except for changing out of her gold
collar and into the leather one that said `Daddy's Slave' on the front.
"Hi, Master. Thank you for buying breakfast for your slave."
She was pushing my buttons again and I decided that I liked it better
than being mad at her, so I relaxed in a chair and let her tend to her
`master'.
She took my shoes and socks off, removed my pants and underwear when I
stood up and kissed the head of my cock before taking her seat at the
makeshift breakfast table.
"Master?" she said, in a quiet voice.
"Yes, Michelle?"
"I really was a little scared last night."
"Of what, sweetheart?"
"I thought you weren't going to be waiting here for me. They didn't
tell me you were here until this morning. I thought you had given up on
me. Please don't ever give up on me."
*** Chapter 8... My Daughter's Second Public Humiliation ***
Spending the rest of the night with my stepdaughter in the roadside
motel, I tended to her abused body. The activities of the previous night
with the truckers had left her hurting so I used the time to make her feel
better. First, I started with her scalded breasts. The small mounds of
delicate flesh had little red patches where the candle wax had damaged the
top layer of her skin. I took some body lotion and carefully massaged it
into each one, spending considerable time with her tiny, responsive
nipples. She squirmed on the bed at each gentle touch of my experienced
hands. When her hips started to buck, I rolled her over onto her back and
began doing the same for her rosebud asshole. It was no longer distended,
but it was still very raw and I couldn't help but think about all of the
objects that had been inside her in her fifteen short years.
Suddenly very sad, I dropped my head to her swollen back door and began
to give her sphincter a tongue massage. I licked the reddened flesh that
surrounded her shitter and dove my tongue into the tangy center. She
responded by bucking her hips back to me in silent invitation to use her
for my pleasure. I declined, instead I focused on giving pleasure instead
of receiving it.
For more than three hours, I used my hands, my tongue and my lips to
bring her to more orgasms than I could count. She slept again, curled
safely in her daddy's arms, cradled against anything that might hurt her.
The following morning, the second school day that she was going to miss,
she gave me an idea over breakfast in a local diner.
We were talking about the consequences of just going around fucking
anyone she met and she said, "So what? It only affects me. It's not like
I can get pregnant or anything. Mommy makes sure I take my pills."
"That's not the point, honey," I said, realization coming over me in a
wave of nausea. "Pills are not one hundred percent effective and you might
be carrying a child right now, for all you know."
That was when I decided to take her safety net away.
We drove home, stopping once to pick up some food to eat for dinner. My
wife, Lisa was waiting for us when we got there and she was anxious to know
what had happened. I made Michelle present herself on the kitchen floor as
she told her mother of the events of the previous two days. She left out
no details and seemed particularly proud of the fact that she took my best
shot and was still ready for more.
That night, before I took Lisa to bed, I locked Lisa and Michelle's
birth control pills in the bedroom wall safe. I explained to Lisa that her
daughter was going to have to do without her protection in order make her
think before taking another cock inside her precious womb. Lisa was
hesitant at first, but since she wanted to straighten Michelle out as much
as I did, finally agreed.
The rest of that week went by without incident. My stepdaughter had a
Math test that she aced and a Social Studies test that she got a ninety on.
Lisa checked Michelle's panties every day to see if she was behaving
herself and I was proud when four days had passed without my stepdaughter
getting her pussy spermed.
On Friday night, all that changed.
She was attending a birthday party for one of her classmates and, at
eleven o'clock that evening, I received an irate call from the classmate's
mother. It seemed that while the kids were giving out presents and blowing
out birthday candles, Michelle was in the bathroom with the birthday girl's
father, `engaging in oral sex' as the distraught mother had termed it.
I rushed right over there to pick her up, bundling her into my car as
the mother yelled at me and the father apologized for his behavior.
"What the fuck were you thinking, Michelle?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I've had the hots for Mr. Ferguson for years and I
walked in on him in the bathroom by mistake. He was just finished peeing
and I saw his penis. You shoulda seen it! It was a nice fat one. I
couldn't help myself and it would have been OK if his witch of a wife
hadn't walked in on us just as he shot his stuff in my mouth."
"Again, Michelle, that's not the point. You're not supposed to be doing
this stuff whether you're going to get caught or not."
"But I wasn't going to let him fuck me. I just wanted to get his cums
from his balls. He said he always wanted me to do that for him."
"And you swallowed his `cums'.
"Yes, Daddy. While Mrs. Ferguson was yelling at me, I let his cream
slide down my throat and I opened my mouth to show her that I didn't waste
any."
I was hard as a steel beam, imagining Michelle showing her distain for
convention by sucking down Mr. Ferguson's cum right in front of his wife.
I grabbed her by the back of her head and made her repeat the performance
on my cock as we drove home.
When I came in her mouth, I made her hold it to share with her mother
when we got home.
Lisa was waiting in the den. I strode across the room and pulled her
head back by her ponytail. She instinctively opened her mouth and Michelle
began transferring my cum wad to her mother. Lisa swallowed and kissed
Michelle back, both of them wearing my semen like lip-gloss. I sent the
two of them off to bed and went out to set up an event for the two of them
for Saturday.
I went back to the gas station where Michelle had received her earlier
punishment and spoke with the manager. He was thrilled to see me and
quickly agreed to my latest proposition.
Saturday morning, I assembled my two willing slaves on the floor of the
living room. The two of them presented themselves to me in identical
poses, kneeling with their knees spread, their breasts pushed out and their
fingers interlaced behind their heads. They were so sexy, so vulnerable
that I had a hard time keeping my hands off of them, but I needed to
prepare them for the day. I handed Lisa a page from an old Hustler
magazine and ordered her to get up to the bedroom and apply her make-up and
dress in the same fashion as the model pictured. The model was Amber Lynn
and she looked like a whore in the photo. She wore more make-up than Lisa
ever had and was wearing a black bustier with stockings and no panties, but
Lisa had her orders and came back to the living room ten minutes later
looking ready to stroll down Forty-Second street, picking up johns.
In the meantime, I had dressed Michelle. She wore no make-up at all and
was wearing a child's dress that she had outgrown years earlier. I put her
hair in pigtails and made her wear a pair of black, patent leather shoes
with white knee socks. She also wore her gold `DS' necklace.
I stood the two of them next to each other and enjoyed the vast
difference in their appearance. Lisa, the mother-whore and Michelle, the
child-whore. Lisa looked like she was ready to accept money for sex and
Michelle looked like she was about ten. I gave them their coats and
ordered them out to the car, Michelle carrying two video cameras and Lisa
holding our suitcase full of sex toys.
Once we were in the car, Lisa was the first to speak, "Master, what are
you going to do with us?"
"It's not what I'm going to do, slut, that you need to worry about. I'm
only going to film what's about to happen. And if you ever disobey me, I'm
going to send copies of this video to everyone in your family. Your mother
and father will be amazed to see their sweet daughter and granddaughter in
action. I love both of you to death, but today, you're each going to learn
the consequences of being sluts."
"Master?" came a small voice from the back seat.
"Yes, Michelle?"
"Whatever you do to us today, would you please be the last person to
touch me tonight. I can get through anything if I know that you'll hold me
in your arms tonight."
She was pushing my buttons again, unlike anything her mother had ever
been able to achieve. I granted her wish just as we pulled up in the gas
station.
Michelle's eyes lit up when she saw where we were. She said to her
mother, "Mommy, wait `til you see the young guy's cock! It's big and black
and I've never seen so much cum come out of a penis before."
My wife blushed at the words of her slut daughter, but her breathing
quickened and she anxiously looked through the station's windows, hoping to
catch a glance at this fellow that her daughter mentioned.
The guys that worked in the gas station were assembled in the small
office in the back. Both of the ones that we had met earlier were there as
well as three other guys that looked astounded when I strolled in with
these two women on my arms. In addition to the manager and his young
assistant, we were introduced to the head mechanic, a wiry, older white guy
with tattoos covering his arms, the station owner, a really fat guy with
red hair and freckles and the night filling attendant, another black guy
that looked to be about sixty-five.
They had set up the room just like I had asked. There were six chairs
in a semi-circle surrounding a blanket that had been laid out on the floor
in one corner of the room. I set up the video cameras as the five horny
men looked at my wife and fifteen year old stepdaughter. Rolling the
tapes, I began my presentation by ordering the two of them to take off
their coats.
Lisa looked fabulous in her bustier and stocking, her high heels
accenting the strength of her legs and forcing her to stand with her
magnificent breasts thrust forward. Her blond Mohawk bush was damp with
anticipation. Michelle looked the picture of innocence in her little dress
and patent leather shoes, her white knee socks adding to the illusion that
she was far younger than her fifteen years.
I joined the two of them on the `on-stage', turned and addressed my
audience.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. What you see before you are two whores.
This one," I said, indicating my wife, "is thirty four years old and has a
thing for little boys. I'm hoping that you can show her that men are
better than boys. And this one," I said, pointing to Michelle and lying
for the benefit of the camera, "is Michelle, my eighteen year old
stepdaughter. She doesn't think that there is any such thing as too much
sex. I'm counting on the five of you to show her that she's wrong. The
first thing were going to do, before I let you get your hands on them, is
give you a show in obedience. For the next ten minutes, my wife and my
daughter are going to demonstrate that they will do anything I ask them to,
even with you guys watching.
"Lisa, you may start by taking Michelle's dress off."
I caught all five of the men holding their breath as my wife lifted the
tiny garment off of her daughter's slim body, leaving her wearing only her
shoes, socks and necklace. Always the entertainer and never embarrassed by
her nudity, Michelle posed for the group, cupping her tiny breasts and
turning to show off her delectable ass.
I made Michelle get on the floor on her hands and knees, with her ass
facing the group. To her mother, I said, "Whore, lick out your daughter's
ass for us."
The men all applauded as Lisa instantly dropped to all fours and pushed
her face between Michelle's back cheeks. She sucked and slurped on the
brown rosebud until Michelle had a climax and her entire slit was covered
in her mother's spittle. I demonstrated for the guys what I expected from
them, moving between my two slaves, pinching and slapping any flesh I was
close to, inserting my fingers into any available hole, including their
mouths.
When I was done, I turned the five guys loose on my two slutslaves.
They wasted no time dropping their pants and approaching the two willing
women that had magically appeared in their midst. Seconds later, five
hard, horny cocks were screaming for attention from Michelle and Lisa.
The fat guy was the first to sample my wife's slutty mouth. His cock
was short but amazingly thick and Lisa gasped as she tried to breath around
it. The two black guys that had sampled Michelle the previous weekend,
descended on her and began to double fuck her, the older one in her mouth
and the younger one with the massive cock, in her sweet, sweaty pussy. His
monster organ glistened with her sweet lubrication each time her pulled out
of her, drawing her pink outer labia along his cock. The last two guys set
up behind my wife and began spanking her just as the fat owner of the
station let loose a torrent of man fluid into her mouth.
I checked that the two video cameras were catching all of the action
and, through the viewfinder, I was able to see Lisa's throat constrict as
she swallowed his genetic emission. Under the pressure of the spanking she
was receiving, she laid out fully on the floor, accepting her punishment as
if it was coming from me instead of two strangers on the floor of a filling
station.
I looked over at Michelle just in time to see the older guy cream her
mouth. Like her slut of a mother, Michelle also swallowed as if sperm was
her only nourishment, then she turned her attention to the fellow that was
ramming her cunt from behind.
"Give me that big cock, mister. Are you going to give me as much cums
as you did last time? I loved your cums, they tasted sooo good!"
She turned her pretty face to me and asked, "Daddy, do you want his cock
to sperm up my little pussy? Would that excite you? Especially since I
don't take my pills anymore? Please, Daddy. He has lots and lots of good
cums and I want them up inside me, even if it means I might have his baby."
Leave it to my sweet stepdaughter to know exactly what to say. She was
so subservient to me that she would even allow herself to get pregnant, if
that was what I wanted.
"Well, mister?" the young man paused his fucking and asked me, keeping
just the purple head of his cock between her labia. The other eight inches
or so of his heroic prick was shiny, black and slippery, tensed up waiting
for my permission to cream in her unprotected little hole.
"Beg him, slut," I commanded.
She turned back to her invader and followed her orders.
"Please, mister. Please show my Daddy how much cums you can put up
inside me. I want it so bad. I need to please my Master and show him that
I'll do anything he wants. Push it deep in me. I want your cums so bad.
Please?"
The young guy pumped her slick cunt another couple of times, then he
buried himself as deeply as he could. He remained perfectly still, holding
Michelle's slim hips tightly as his giant cock erupted, painting her womb
with his cum. He grunted with each spurt and I counted eight spurts, so I
was sure Michelle had a bellyful of this guy's love juice.
I picked up one of the cameras and zoomed in on her pussy as he slowly
took his prick out of her. The length of his member was coated in his
emission and, when the head finally popped out, it dragged a huge dollop of
the white sticky stuff out with it. I caught it all on film for posterity
as this stranger's cum flowed across her labia and dripped onto the
blanket.
The next five hours were an ordeal for Lisa and Michelle. The guys were
as imaginative as they were horny. The fat guy especially. At one point,
he took my wife out into the garage bay and tied her to one of the hoists.
With a push of a button, he lifted her off her feet and had her dangling
nude from her arms under an old Cadillac. The five men used and abused her
fine body as I held one of the cameras, zooming in and out to get the best
views of her debasement. They had also tied little Michelle over the
machine they use to balance tires. Her spermy, dripping cunt was exposed
and centered in the viewfinder of the second camera, which was standing on
a tripod.
They slapped Lisa's hanging tits and pinched her nipples, stuck dildos
into all three of her slutty holes and generally used her tormented body to
get them hard so they could fuck my stepdaughter over and over.
Each time one of the guys sported a hard on, he went over to where
little Michelle was tied and used her sloppy, foaming cunt as a receptacle
for another gooey load of steaming sperm.
I stopped counting after fifteen loads of interracial cum had violated
Michelle's unprotected womb.
When the guys had had enough, I cut Lisa down and sent her to lick out
her daughter's cream-filled cunt. While she was obeying me, I thanked the
guys for the incredible job they had done.
That night, I made Michelle come to bed without showering. My wife,
Lisa was told to go sleep in Michelle's room while I made love to my
stepdaughter.
Her loose hole felt so different to my cock as I entered her.
"Thank you, Daddy-Master. Are you going to put your cums in me, too?"
As I pistoned in and out of her well-oiled snatch, I told her how proud
I was of her obedience. She had done everything I asked of her without
complaint, allowing me to take the chance that she might get pregnant by
any one of the five guys who had used her.
"I know you're proud of me," she said, "but if you leave your cums up
inside me, there'll be a chance that I could have your baby, too. I'd like
that a lot, Daddy."
What man in his right mind would refuse? Three times that night, I
added my slop to her fertile pussy, stirring the creamy remains of her day
around in the process.
Two uneventful weeks later, we used a drug store pregnancy test to
determine that indeed, Michelle was pregnant, but Lisa wasn't.
In order to protect the now-forming foetus, I decided to temporarily
take away Michelle's most sensitive erogenous zone. I took her to a local
tattoo parlor and had the owner mark her for me. She leaned over the
examination table, spread her ass cheeks and remained still and silent,
tears pouring down her cheeks, as he tattooed `Daddy's Cum Hole' in a
circle around her sphincter in quarter inch tall letters. He did fine work
and I made Michelle thank him by sucking a load of `cums' from his cock,
which had been hard and poking out of his pants for the entire time it took
him mark my little girl.
Her tender asshole was swollen and closed for business for at least a
few weeks, owing to the countless needle pricks to the sensitive
surrounding tissue. When we got home, Michelle thanked me for caring about
her unborn child and I allowed her the pleasure of giving both me and her
mother oral orgasms before we went to sleep.
*** Chapter 9... Pregnant and Barefoot ***
After the new year, Michelle came to me and asked if she could have some
fun since she hadn't had a cock inside her since the day she had gotten
tattooed. I looked at my stepdaughter and realized that she was right,
three months had passed without any incidents, so I decided to spice up her
life and give her some pleasure.
Owing to her pregnant condition, even though she wasn't showing yet, I
made a plan to limit the size of the cocks I would allow her to take.
David and his young friends were more than willing to help me out.
Together, we all planned that every Saturday afternoon was going to be
Michelle's playtime. Any or all of the guys could come over each Saturday
and they'd all learn about girls by using my stepdaughter and her mother.
That first weekend, all six of them were waiting at my door at one
o'clock on Saturday afternoon. I let them in and showed them all up to
Michelle's bedroom where she was waiting, dressed in just a bathrobe. On
my instruction, she dropped it in a pool around her feet and confidently
displayed her toned bare body for my guests. My wife was sitting quietly
in the corner, tied to her chair and dressed in a plain housecoat.
As was our plan, the boys all took turns with Michelle, starting with
the oldest. He chose to dive right in, fucking her pussy furiously until
he came inside her. The second boy was more patient. He used his time to
finger Michelle's fifteen-year-old shaved pussy and asshole and discovered
her secret. All the boys were surprised to see her tattoo proclaiming my
power over her. He sucked on her little tits for a while before earnestly
pumping himself into her vagina until he, too, spurted.
Little David was next. He remembered what got my daughter going, so he
frigged her clit for a while, then pushed two fingers up her tattooed
asshole, causing a violent climax. He smiled over at me in appreciation
for giving him this power and pushed his dripping, four-inch-long erection
into her butt.
My sweet, neglected stepdaughter had a continuous orgasm for the next
ten minutes until David let himself go in her bowels.
The last three younger boys were getting impatient, so I let them all
take Michelle together. Both me and my wife were getting our fantasies
fulfilled. I was watching MY slut being used and my wife was sharing a
group of young boys with her daughter, albeit silently, since she didn't
have permission to participate. Yet.
The three youngsters were a whirlwind of activity as they took their
pleasure on my girl, touching and squeezing her and putting their little
penises into whatever hole Michelle offered them.
Daddy's Slave didn't disappoint her Master. Every couple of minutes,
Michelle posed for me in some lewd posture, either taking a young cock or
covered in the `cums' she was collecting. Since I had my camera with me, I
took enough images to fill a hundred Lolita sex magazines. She was hot and
she knew it.
Soon the other three boys joined the fray on the bed. My daughter was
getting pounded mercilessly and mauled by the six horny kids, a new boy
taking his place in her mouth, pussy or ass every couple of minutes.
Nearly two hours later, the pace slowed down. Michelle had `cummed' the
six boys twenty times altogether. She was a sweaty, sticky mess, not only
filled to the brim with boy cum, but also coated in the stuff, from her
head to her toes.
I untied Lisa and directed her over to attend to her daughter's slimy
body. She stripped off her housecoat and laid down atop Michelle facing
the opposite way, transferring some of the gooey mess onto her own body.
My wife put her arms around her daughter and rolled over so Michelle was on
top. Spreading Michelle's legs, Lisa stared into the oasis of boy sperm
that was in her daughter's snatch. Gravity soon took hold and, slowly, the
molten mass of white cum started to slide onto my wife's extended and
waiting tongue.
I added to the mess by standing over the two of them and jerking off
onto Michelle's leaking pussy lips, watching my essence join the `cums' of
the six little boys on it's journey from my stepdaughter's cunt to my
wife's slut mouth.
By the time the boys left that first afternoon, each of us was very,
very satisfied.
This Saturday afternoon activity continued for more than two months.
Each week, we'd do more and more outrageous things to my wife and daughter.
One Saturday, I had the two of them lie in the bathtub while the boys peed
on them. Another time I made Lisa repeat her first encounter with the
young men by blowing each of them in order. Then I made her do it again. I
made Lisa masturbate each of the boys into her daughter's mouth, and then
made Michelle do the same for her mother. Soon, the boys started acting
like they owned my women, slapping my wife's face occasionally and ordering
Michelle around.
When that started happening, I realized that our game had come to an
end. I called the boys together for one final Saturday party and, although
they were sad, I promised them that they could have Michelle again after
she gave birth.
Earlier in the week, I had Lisa set up a obstetrician's appointment for
Michelle for Saturday afternoon. Since I wanted the doctor to immediately
understand my daughter, I brought her to his office only minutes after my
six young, but now-worldly, friends had filled her pregnant slash.
I stayed in the room as she positioned herself in the cold, steel
stirups and, when the kindly doctor began his exam, a river of sperm
released itself from between her bald pussy lips.
"Oh my!" the doctor said. "I've never seen anything quite like this.
Is her vagina always this wet?
"Michelle," I said, "Tell the doctor why your vagina is so wet."
"Doctor Jim, my vagina is wet because I just let six boys fill me with
their cums. My daddy won't let me have sex with grown men anymore, so I
have to let my little boyfriends do me instead."
The doctor bent closer and put his latex-gloved finger into the sticky
swamp of my little girl's pussy. He collected some of the overflow on his
fingers and brought it to his eyes so he could be sure she was telling the
truth.
"I see," he said, turning to me. "Is there a reason that you won't let
her have sex with grown men anymore?"
"I'm not sure that she should have full sized men inside her,
considering her pregnancy."
"Nonsense. A woman's vagina is fully capable of having intercourse
right up until the final weeks of her term. If that's what she's used to,
I'm afraid that she's being disappointed with only little boys trying to
satisfy her."
He returned his hand to her pussy, collecting more cum and rubbing it
into her bald mound, making it shiny and wet. She moaned when he began
examining her clitoris, peeling back her folds to reveal the bright red
nerve center.
"Has she always been this responsive?" he asked while continuing his
manipulations of her little bud.
"Yes, she has. As far as I know, anyway. She's been my stepdaughter
for a little over a year and she craves sex far, far more than any girl
I've ever met before."
Michelle was squirming on the table while Doctor Jim used his knowledge
of the female anatomy to bring her to a very high level of arousal. His
latex gloves made a squishing sound as he probed inside her slot.
When he had his entire hand inside her pussy, he said, "I see that she
can fit my hand, so I don't think it would be a problem for her to have a
good sized penis inside her."
My daughter, panting with excitement on the exam table, started to plead
with me, "Please, Daddy. I've been good and I've done everything you've
told me to. Doctor Jim says it's OK for me to have a man in my pussy.
Please?"
Michelle lifted the paper gown she was wearing over her head. She began
to play with her breasts and nipples, thrusting her hips towards Doctor
Jim's hand, which was slowly fucking in and out of her cunt.
Doctor Jim, that wily old bastard, had manipulated the situation to be
in perfect position if I decided to allow Michelle her wish. She was
already on the verge of orgasm and I could have been cruel, but I'm not
heartless.
"Go ahead and ask Doctor Jim, Michelle."
My stepdaughter looked at me and said, "I love you, Master."
Then she turned to the man connected to the hand that was massaging her
cervix from within.
"Doctor Jim, my Daddy says it's OK for you to fuck me. Please put your
cock in me and give me your cums."
The good doctor must have been in this position before. He teased my
daughter by saying, "Is that how you ask a man of medicine to inseminate
you, young lady? I'm not convinced you really want it, Michelle."
She looked confused for a second, then brightened and said, "Doctor Jim,
my vagina is lubricated and my clitoris is on the verge of a climax. For
me to achieve an orgasm, I'd like you to insert your penis into my vagina
and ejaculate your semen into me so your sperm can search for an egg to
combine with. Please?"
"Now that's more like it, Young Lady."
With Michelle's legs still in the stirups and her butt scooched all the
way to the end of the table, Doctor Jim unzipped his pants and
uncerimoniously stuck my child. His cock was pretty small and he didn't
vary his tempo even once. He merely pumped his prick into her slimy gash
for about ten minutes until he spewed his seed into her.
Michelle and I looked at each other and the unspoken thought that passed
between us was that `Wow, for a man of medicine, he surely has lousy
fucking technique'. With our eyes, Michelle and I shared a hearty laugh.
His examination complete, Doctor Jim pronounced Michelle and her baby
healthy and admonished me to allow her to continue pleasuring herself until
her belly got in the way.
Outside the office, Michelle and I broke down in gales of laughter at
Doctor Jim's expense. What a lousy lay for poor Michelle! He was an old
coot, but he did manage to convince me to allow her to pay for his services
by servicing him whenever she visited. Michelle was thrilled about that
part. She had another cock to empty whenever she needed some `cums'.
On the way home, she got some `cums' from me, too.
As Michelle's belly grew, I had her wear loose clothing and I made my
wife wear maternity outfits. By the end of spring, Michelle was wearing
oversized dresses and Lisa was stuffing her maternity clothes to simulate a
pregnancy. My plan was to have Lisa raise the baby as if it were hers and
I wanted her friends and family to think that she was the natural mother.
Michelle gave birth on the last day of school that June. The baby was a
perfect little boy. Five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot and
deep brown eyes. Michelle's breasts had gotten larger and were producing
milk, so she breastfed little William.
While my wife, Lisa, took over the chores of motherhood, with the
exception of breastfeeding, Michelle recuperated and relaxed, exercising to
regain her figure which had hardly changed under the rigors of childbirth.
At night, one or the other would show up in my bed to take care of my
needs. It was two months, however, before Michelle asked me to fuck her
pussy. She still felt exquisite, her labia caressing my cock as I gently
pumped my sperm into her, but she was much looser now, the slackness of her
pussy muscles evident. Her nipples were also much larger than before, even
though her breasts were still little more than a-cups.
I realized, as my prick softened inside her, that I loved this little
girl with all my heart. She had demonstrated beyond any doubt whatsoever
that she would do absolutely anything I told her to, at any time.
Soon after the baby was born, we had a christening for him. We invited
all of the neighbors and most of Lisa's family. As their shock registered,
I made Lisa tell them all why the baby was part black.
I had invented a story for her and ordered her to repeat it verbatim
whenever someone had the nerve to question the baby's appearance.
Michelle and I listened in as Lisa told her parents the outrageous
fiction that I had dreamed up, her humiliation dripping off her like the
stains of an adulterer. They fell for the story hook, line and sinker.
"Mom, Dad, I'm going to tell you this in front of Mike and Michelle
because they already know what I did. It's like this: I went out with my
girlfriends one night to that male strip club up in Westchester. I got
very drunk and sneaked into their dressing room. They took turns using me
all night, so I'm not sure which one is the father. Mike and Michelle have
forgiven me. Will you?"
Being religious people, Lisa's parents forgave her for her misdeeds and
welcomed little William into the family.
A few of the more nosy neighbors asked her similar questions and my wife
humbly confided that she was a cheat that had borne a baby to an anonymous
black male stripper one drunken night.
After the party, my wife was so horny from her humiliation that she
nearly raped me. Michelle and I tag-teamed her for nearly four hours until
we all collapsed into a deep sleep on the big bed.
The next few summertime weeks were an enjoyable time for us. Lisa took
care of William while Michelle and I played. I took my daughter to the
beach wearing outrageously small bikinis. I paraded her around the city
wearing tiny mini-skirts, showing her off to any man that wanted to look.
More than once, she strolled down the street, arm in arm with me, wearing
her leather "Daddy's Slave" collar.
She was back on the pill, so the only precautions we ever took were
condoms when we thought the man she was with wasn't trustworthy. And that
wasn't often.
One of the most interesting aspects of that summer was the fact that she
was lactating. Her dark brown nipples leaked milk constantly, keeping most
of her blouses wet and clinging to her tiny breasts. I thoroughly enjoyed
sucking the sweet milk right from it's source and, many nights, Lisa and I
took turns sucking one of Michelle's nipples while little William feasted
on the other. This became yet another sexual outlet for us. Sometimes,
Lisa would lick her daughter's pussy while Michelle was breastfeeding,
bringing Michelle to gentle, loving orgasms holding her little boy to her
breast.
Soon, Michelle developed the ability to climax by nipple stimulation
alone and her young son provided a willing mouth to attend to his mom.
Oh, and the boys were back, too. David and his buddies started showing
up in the middle of the summer, ready to make me keep my promise. Although
I was too protective of Michelle at the moment to let them near her, I put
Lisa in their service with orders to make them happy enough to forget about
my daughter.
Some of them came over nearly every day and Lisa would march them down
to the basement, reappearing hours later, disheveled and spermy. The new
twist to their game was Lisa's ass. They didn't treat her like a woman,
but more like a sex toy. She spent most of her days bent over with a
little cock erupting in her bowels. They didn't really talk to her or try
to make her feel good, they just wanted a convenient receptacle to jerk off
into. And, man, did they leave her loose and messy when they were done
with her.
The older boys also liked to double fuck her, one in the ass and the
other in her cunt. She told me how they made a game of trying to cum
before she could. It was frustrating for her, but it was part of her
punishment for what she had done to her sweet, naive daughter. And
she took whatever punishment I dictated.
David, the paperboy, now twelve years old, came to me one day to plead
that I let him see Michelle. He was so cute and needy that I decided it
would be OK, but he had to promise that he wouldn't fuck her. He agreed,
so I led him upstairs to Michelle's room, where the baby was asleep and my
daughter was lying in bed watching television.
Upon seeing David, she jumped, naked, out of the bed and enfolded him in
her arms.
"I've missed you soooo much," she exclaimed.
"Me, too. Your dad says I can see you, but I can't touch you."
"Why not, Daddy? David won't hurt me."
"That's right, Mr. Jennings. I'd never do anything to hurt Michelle. I
love her too much."
My heart warmed to this little urchin. He had proclaimed his love for
my sweet child in a clear voice and I decided that I'd leave them alone for
a while to get reacquainted.
I went downstairs to check on Lisa, only to find her in her usual
position, bent and filled from behind.
The eldest of the little fuckers looked at me and said, "Gee, Mr.
Jennings, it sure is great of you to let us use your slut like this.
Thanks!"
I smiled at him and let them go about their perverted business in my
wife's asshole, while I approached her from the front and fucked her face
until I climaxed lustily in her horny mouth.
Leaving the boys to their pleasure, I revisited Michelle and David up in
her bedroom. David was nude now, laying flat on his back on the bed and my
daughter was licking his cock and balls which had sprouted hair since the
last time I saw them. She spit on her hands and earnestly began jerking
his little cock. David squirmed all over the bed, making it hard for
Michelle to keep up a good rhythm, but eventually, he blew his sticky seed
all over his hairless chest.
My daughter, never one to let perfectly good sperm go to waste, spent
the next five minutes giving David a tongue bath and collecting his entire
load.
Before leaving, David thanked me profusely, again telling me how much he
loved Michelle. As a treat for both of them, I allowed him to suckle at
her milk-filled breasts until she had a perfect orgasm, then I sent him and
his friends on their way.
*** Chapter 10... A Wife's Suggestions ***
Near the end of the summer, Michelle was back in her old form, horny as
hell and willing to do anything or anybody to get off. Her nearly
sixteen-year-old body was everyman's fantasy fuck. I saw the signs and
tried to head her off at the pass, so to speak, making love to her as often
as I could, but I could tell that trouble was coming.
It arrived in the form of a business trip that my company forced me to
take. Five days away from home and no male to take care her needs.
On the fourth day of the trip, Lisa called me frantically to tell me
that Michelle hadn't come home the previous night.
I cut my stay short, faking an illness, to rush home to my family. Lisa
and William were in the living room when I got there. His diaper needed
changing and my watery-eyed wife told me that Michelle had finally called
to say she'd be home in an hour.
In that hour, my wife came up with a plan to up the ante on our errant
daughter. If she was going to continue to disobey her `Master', then she
had to pay dearly. I made a few phone calls and arranged for Michelle's
next punishment. She was finally going to learn that there are
consequences to her actions.
When she arrived at home, she didn't even bother to try to explain. She
immediately stripped off her clothing and knelt in front of me, her head
touching my feet and her pretty blond hair in a halo around her shoulders.
Lisa took William and went into the kitchen, leaving me and my slave alone.
"Master, can you forgive this slut?"
"Tell me what you did, slave."
"I went to see David, Daddy."
"And...."
"He introduced me to his brothers, telling them all about me. I got so
horny when he told them that I like to have sex with lots and lots of boys.
Then he made me strip for them and my pussy got all wet and, before I knew
it, I had four new lovers. David shared me with all of them, Master. Even
his dad."
"I guess I'm just not good enough for you, huh, Michelle? I try and I
try, but you always have an excuse to screw around with strange men when
I'm not with you. I'm fed up with this shit, slave. Now you're going to
learn the true meaning of being my slave."
I took a paddle from the coffee table, grabbed Michelle by the hair and
dragged her up to her bed. I tied her, face down, onto it and began to
give her the paddling of her life. But, unlike before, there was no sexual
aspect to this beating. When I was exhausted and her ass was a red ball of
fire, instead of making her cum like I usually did, I rolled her onto her
back, tied her down with her legs spread and left her to suffer all night
with a sore ass and nothing to rub her slutty clit against. She cried when
she realized that I wasn't going to fuck her, but I stood fast, angry
enough to let her cry herself to sleep.
In the morning, I untied her, again avoiding her clit and hustled her
into the shower. I supervised her, not allowing her to touch her clit,
asshole or breasts. When she was clean, I manhandled her, still nude, out
to the car.
My friends at the gas station had introduced me to the manager of a
local bordello. Her name was Ruby and she ran a whorehouse in a remote
section of our town. Grabbing Michelle by the arm, I dragged her out of
the car and into the lobby of the place.
Ruby was waiting for us, expecting to have a beautiful fifteen year old
delivered to her nude. She employed a half dozen bouncers who took
Michelle from me while I was talking to Ruby.
As she was being spirited to the back, she wailed, "No, Daddy. Please.
Don't leave me here. I love you, Daddy. I'll be good for you, I promise.
Master... Please.... Master?!?"
He cries were stifled when the big door closed behind her.
Ruby had all kinds of clients. Some just in need of a quick lay, others
searching for more intense forms of pleasure. Still others were voyeurs or
exhibitionists. She had had a room built for their needs. It was actually
two rooms, separated by a very large pane of one-way glass. On one side
was a typical whorehouse bedroom; bed, dresser, sink and toilet. On the
other was a small lounge, complete with captain's chairs, a cocktail bar
and waitress/whores that served the clients.
This was where I left Michelle for three weeks. During the day,
Michelle serviced Ruby's clients in whatever manner needed and at night,
she was put into the voyeur room so her mother and I could watch and film
her debasement. Ruby had made me promise that, no matter what I witnessed,
I would not interupt her clients while they were with my daughter. My
digital camera worked overtime those few weeks, collecting thousands of
photographs of my fifteen-year-old daughter `cumming' perfect strangers
every hour.
As a small-breasted teenager, Michelle had plenty of customers to keep
her busy and Ruby even put her on a double shift so she could take care of
all the customers that wanted a piece of my child. Lisa and I witnessed
wonderful scenes of bondage, anal and S&M. A few guys even had Michelle
whip them. I truly enjoyed watching her tiny tits wiggling around as she
hoisted the cat-o-nine-tails over her head before brutally bringing it down
on her victim.
One night, when Lisa couldn't come with me to see Michelle at the
whorehouse, I used the services of one of the ladies to suck my cock as I
watched Michelle with her fifth `john' of the night. When he came in my
little girl's mouth, I spurted into the well-used slut hole of the
anonymous whore.
While the whore was still suckling on my deflating manhood, Michelle's
next customer walked into her room with a German Shepherd in tow. Ruby,
who suspected that I might object, came into my room and put her hand on my
shoulder as my stepdaughter learned just how violent dogs can be when they
are aroused. But even more bizarre was how the dog's owner had licked
Michelle's cunt clean after his dog came in her.
On the last night of Michelle's forced service at the whorehouse, I
asked Ruby to set up a particularly grueling schedule. The only clients
that were allowed with Michelle that night included most of the club's most
deviant customers. As Lisa and I watched from the adjoining room, Michelle
serviced the needs of ten clients. Five were hardcore S&M fetishists that
beat her, clamped her lactating nipples with alligator clips, hung weights
from more clips that were attached to her labia and clitoris and inserted a
variety of foreign objects into her well-oiled holes.
Two more were dog owners that forced my daughter to mate with their
animals.
The last three were a surprise for Michelle, so I had Ruby blindfold
her. It was David, his father and one of his older brothers. I hoped that
the embarrassment of having David see her working anonymously in a
whorehouse would put Michelle over the top, but instead, she serviced each
of their cocks professionally and with great vigor, considering what she
had already been through that day.
David orchestrated while his father and his brother took my daughter.
The entire time, he called her by the most degrading names, saying that she
was nothing but a common whore, a tramp with a body made for absorbing
semen in the back rooms of bars. As David's language got filthier,
Michelle got more and more excited. She was bucking and humping, trying to
get more cock into her teenaged body.
When they left, Lisa and I collected our errant daughter from the room.
Seeing me, Michelle ran into my arms and began blubbering her abject
apologies for her behavior.
"Master! Mommy! Oh, God, it's so good to see you. I've been good,
Daddy. Really, I have. Just ask Miss Ruby. She'll tell you that I did
everything they asked me to. Even the dogs. And I didn't like them at
all. Where's William, Mommy? Are you taking good care of him? Are you
going to tell him that his mommy's a whore? Please don't. I'll be good. I
promise. Please take me home."
As she rambled, Lisa clipped a leash around her slim neck and we led her
to the lobby. There, we had assembled the entire male staff of the house.
My leashed and suddenly repentant daughter treated all the bouncers and
bartenders to a blowjob.
Miss Ruby handed me an envelope that contained seventy-five thousand
dollars in cash. It was Michelle's portion of her fees.
When we reached the car, Michelle learned that we weren't going home.
She had another week of punishment to endure, something I had set up with
Nick and Pete, my friends from work.
They belonged to a hunting club that was having it's yearly Father and
Son Week. I drove Michelle to the farm where the club met and brought her
into one of the bedrooms. I had brought a ten-foot length of industrial
chain with me and a padlock.
When Lisa and I left for home, Michelle was chained by her neck to the
headboard of the bed. She cried softly as we left, begging us not to leave
her for another week, but we knew that we had to push Michelle over the
edge once and for all. We figured that being a captive for a group of
sixty horny men and their sons would do the trick. We put a coffee can on
the night table with a sign that read, `Fuck the Child-Whore - Only
$20.00'.
She was kept busy for the entire week, Nick told me when I went to pick
her up. By his estimate, Michelle had been fucked more than four hundred
times in the seven days I left her there. She averaged three men per hour,
twenty-four hours per day. She was only unchained long enough to eat, use
the bathroom or shower, otherwise she was flat on her back being fucked by
some anonymous hunter. He gave me the discs on which he had taken more
pictures of my sweet child being gang-raped.
As I expected, when Michelle saw me, she begged to be brought home.
Before I did, I requested that the guys honor her with one more emission.
They formed a line and, in groups of five to ten, stood around my little
daughter, who was still chained to the bed, and jerked off, covering her in
semen.
Nearly sixty men and boys spurted on her in that magnificent hour and
she was a sloppy, skanky mess when I led her, unwashed, dripping and naked,
out to the car. In my bag, I had two hundred more pictures that recorded
my slut's evening and more than eight thousand dollars.
Arriving home, I led Michelle by her chain up to the master bedroom to
see her mother and baby. She was still dripping cum, but most of it had
dried and little William never noticed when Michelle held him to her tiny
breast to suckle. I made Lisa clean her daughter with her tongue before we
all piled into bed for a good night's sleep.
In the morning, Michelle and I had another heart to heart talk.
She said she understood why I had put her through all this punishment,
and she would try her best to be a good daughter, but she still didn't
think she had reached her limits. I admired her honesty, but was upset
that yet another plan of mine hadn't had the results I was hoping for.
Over the next few days, Michelle was especially attentive to me.
Whenever I was in the house, either her soft warm mouth was wrapped around
my cock or she was posing for her Daddy, naked and shaved for my enjoyment.
Each night, I took her to my bed and made love to her, while my wife slept
in the other bedroom with little William.
I saw no difference in Michelle's responsiveness, in fact, she seemed
like she was incomplete unless my cock was inside her, one way or another.
Then her true nature came through again, but this time, thankfully, it
was a request, not an illicit action. Maybe my teachings had reached her,
after all.
She came to me and told me she missed the action of the whorehouse and
the unbridled passion of the hunting club. She told me that now that she
didn't have a parade of men waiting to use her, she felt really, really
lonely. At the time she was telling me this, she was masturbating me with
her small hand and brushing her nipples across my chest.
As I came on her hand, she said "Master, can you take me somewhere where
I won't be so lonely?"
*** Chapter 11... How Many is Too Many? ***
With nearly one hundred thousand dollars burning a hole in my pocket, I
had the means to take her anywhere I wanted, so I scheduled a birthday trip
for Michelle and me to coincide with her upcoming sixteenth birthday. Lisa
was ordered to stay behind and attend to the baby, while Michelle and I
flew into Jamaica on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
I had booked us into a singles resort and immediately took her out to
the beach wearing only the bottom of a thong bikini. Heads turned from
every angle as she showed off her perfect little body to anyone that wanted
to look.
When we laid out our towels, I began massaging suntan lotion into her
flawless skin. Her nipples responded to my touch, as they always did, and
soon her hips were gyrating, searching for something to fill the void.
At this particular resort, there were about five men for every woman and
soon a crowd of guys had gathered around me and my nymph daughter. In full
view of the assembly, I ran my fingers under the elastic of her bikini and
strummed her clitoris until she climaxed for the men. When she calmed down
and opened her eyes, she saw how many men were watching her unashamed show.
"Are you happy, slave?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes, Daddy-Master. All these boys want me to `cum' them."
"And what do you want, Little Girl?"
"I only want what my Master wants. But I hope he wants to see me `cum'
every single one of these guys."
I couldn't fight her any longer. She needed men and men needed her. I
realized that there was no upper limit to the amount of men that my
daughter would fuck, so why should I continue to try to change her? With
her Master's blessings, as a sixteenth birthday present, she was set free
to do whatever or whomever she wanted for the entire week, as long as she
came back to the room with her targets so I could watch and photograph her.
I was happy that the resort had such an open sexual policy because for
the entire week, the only time Michelle and I could talk privately was over
dinner, which she attended topless each night. There is something
unbelievably sexy about sharing a meal in public with a bare-breasted
sixteen year old.
Dinnertime was also the only time that my daughter wasn't on the prowl.
She paraded around that resort the rest of the time, wearing only her
bikini bottom and a pair of chunky heels that replaced the ones I had
ruined at the truck stop almost a year earlier. She had no problem finding
willing partners to bring back to our room and I photographed her with
thirty-five men and boys, ranging in age from twelve to sixty. She didn't
care about their age, as long as they had a hard cock between their legs
and a look of desire on their face.
Leave it to my daughter to come up with a variation that even I didn't
expect. On our last night there, over dinner, Michelle asked me to go back
to the room and wait for her there. She was going to bring me a couple of
surprises.
A half-hour later, I answered a knock at the door to find Michelle with
four couples in tow. She introduced me to all of the twenty-somethings and
I nearly creamed my shorts looking at the girls my daughter had brought to
me.
She made me sit on a chair in the middle of the room, with all eight of
our guests looking at us. She approached me, then turned to speak to her
audience.
"This is my Daddy," she said in a clear voice. "I love my Daddy and I
want to show you all how much."
Michelle took the little bikini bottom off and sat in my lap, wiggling
my cock up inside her to prove her love for her stepfather to these
strangers.
"I love when my Daddy fucks me and I want to share it with the entire
world."
She started fucking up and down on my steel-hard cock, looking from face
to happy face and continued, "I love when he fills my little pussy with his
`cums'. Am I a dirty little girl?"
The group cheered her on, pushing her to hammer her cunt on my rod. I
reached in front of her and mauled her tiny breasts, pulling her rock-hard
nipples until she cried out in pain/pleasure.
She leaned back in my lap, pulled my cock out of her swampy pussy and
poised the head at her back door.
"Does anyone want to see my Daddy's cock in his little girl's asshole?"
Of course, everyone goaded her until she sank down on my lap, enveloping
my steel sabor with her slick asshole. She started to climax, all the
while telling her new friends how it was her Daddy's cock in her ass. The
only cock she couldn't live without, she said.
As I approached my orgasm, Michelle started fucking harder, yelling that
her Daddy's cum was going to be in her ass soon. When I came, she got off
me, sperm leaking from her back door like a leaky faucet. She turned her
back to the group and went down on my soiled cock, cleaning my cum and her
waste off of me then smiling up at me.
"Thank you, Master."
"Thank you, slave."
On a pre-arranged sign from Michelle, the four guys took her out of the
room, leaving me with their girlfriends. I enjoyed the attention of four
beautiful young beach bunnies for the next hour, sampling each and every
wet pussy, tasting each of their tangy assholes and watching them go down
on each other. Women look so beautiful sucking on breasts and nibbling on
clitorises.
Staying hard the entire time, I had the opportunity to honor two of the
girls with loads of my cum placed carefully in their wombs. The other two
contented themselves with an incredible girl-on-girl scene that I'll never
forget. The youngest one, Amy, rimmed out her friend with her cute pink
tongue, stuffing her head between the other one's cheeks and making the
most delicious slurping sounds.
About the time that I was recuperating from my orgasm inside a perfect
blonde surfer girl named Darci, Michelle came back with the men. Her hair
was a wreck and she had a sheen of moisture between her thighs.
"Daddy, I cummed them all!" she exclaimed, "I even did this one twice!"
She pointed to the biggest guy of the group, who was wearing a
shit-eating grin, no doubt brought on by the fact that he had just fucked a
sixteen-year-old girl.
The couples split off at this point, leaving me and my stepdaughter
alone for the moment.
"Having fun yet, Master?" she said to me with an evil grin on her face.
"Of course, slave. Your pussy and the things you do with it always
thrill me."
"I love you, Daddy," she said again. "And I have another surprise for
you."
She bounced off the bed and opened the door for five of the largest,
blackest men I've ever seen. They were the resort's house band and they
had come to our room for a private performance.
While the Jamaican men stripped down, Michelle arranged the two of us on
the bed, me on my back and my wonderful, sexy daughter on top of me. Soon
she was kissing me while her tiny butt wiggled in the air.
The invitation was just too much for the band's leader and he snaked his
rather large cock right inside Michelle's tender pussy as she lay there
kissing me.
As he sawed in and out of my stepdaughter, she whispered sweet thoughts
to me.
"I love you, Daddy. His cock is way deep inside me. Do you like that?
Do you want him to sperm me like William's father did? Would it excite you
if he put his dirty cums inside your little girl? Oh, Daddy, I think he's
going to cum in me. Oh, Oh. Mmmmmm. Yes, he did, Daddy. He came inside
me. I can feel it oozing out of me, Daddy!"
My over-used cock again sprang to life at the thought of millions of
strange sperms swimming around in my daughter's sweet cunt.
She continued kissing me as the second band member slipped his long,
black cock into her.
She acted as if the other men weren't even in the room. She told me
that she loved me over and over, claiming that no other cock in the world
mattered to her. This said while having a nine-inch slab of Jamaica's
finest stuffing her gaping gash.
"Oh, Daddy. Kiss your baby girl while she gets fucked. Another load of
cums, Daddy. More, more, please...," she trailed off, as the second guy
painted her pink insides with his creamy cum.
The third guy was reluctant to stick his bare manhood where his friends
had dropped their babymakers, so he asked if he could use her other,
browner hole.
I looked at Michelle, but didn't say a word. She kissed me again, then
looked over her shoulder at the man.
"My Daddy wants to see you ream his little girl's ass out good. Dump
your nasty cums up my ass so my Daddy can be proud of me!"
With me still on my back and Michelle straddled across me, the Jamaican
man sunk his unprotected cock into my daughter's sensitive ass. She drove
her tongue down my throat, moaning inside my mouth as her orgasm mounted.
"Oh, God, Daddy! Please don't let it ever stoppppppppp! I need you to
keep me filled up, Daddy. Please say you'll help me!"
She peed herself, losing control of her bladder with the intensity of
the feelings her body was sending her. I got splattered, but I didn't
really care. This was a watershed moment for Michelle and me. We'd both
come to terms with her needs in our own way.
She would continue to do what she'd always done and I'd go along for the
ride, keeping her out of real trouble and getting my own jollies watching a
sixteen year old tart fuck and suck any man in her path. In return, she'd
love me exclusively and take pleasure in making sure I was happy with her.
As the last guy began to mount her, Michelle slipped my cock into her
ravaged cunt. I felt the huge black man squeeze his impressive tool into
her yearning backdoor. His movement inside her bowels translated directly
to my meat and her continuing climax caused her vaginal walls to massage
the sperm right out of my testicles. I dropped my load into her at exactly
the same time that her assfucker expended his. The timing was
extraordinary and a portent of our new lifestyle together.
The rest of the night went pretty quickly, she looked solely at me for
the whole time. Even as she said goodbye to her new friends, she looked
directly into my eyes. When they were out of earshot, she flew to my arms
and told me, again, that she loved me more than anything in the world.
I got a warm, wet washcloth out of the bathroom and used it to wipe the
cum from Michelle's bottom and pussy. We slipped into bed in the darkened
bedroom and made love again to seal our new deal.
*** Chapter 12... An Old Man Reminisces ***
All that took place nearly twenty-five years ago. Michelle's fortieth
birthday is coming up and I'm taking her and the rest of the family back to
Jamaica to celebrate the wisdom of the deal we made there those many years
ago.
On the plane, I began to think back to those early days. The excitement
was unbelievable and the sex was incredible. I'm over sixty now and I try
to keep up, but Michelle's sex drive is still as exhaustive as it was when
she was a teen.
Right after her eighteenth birthday, we started auctioning off her
pictures and videos to Internet porn sites. Her image became synonymous
with Lolita Sex and, soon, a single set of hardcore Michelle images was
selling for fifty thousand dollars. We slowly premiered each set to drive
up the prices and eventually we made almost ten million dollars selling my
slut daughter's pictures.
Lisa and I invested wisely and parlayed our fortune into a sum of money
that we couldn't spend it in our lifetimes even if we wanted to. We moved
out to a large farmhouse in the country and had it updated for all the
conveniences we could ever need.
Michelle kept up her activities, aided and abetted by her horny
stepfather. She received a degree in communications from one of the most
prestigious universities in the country, mostly by lying on her back and
letting her professors, both male and female, use her incredibly responsive
body.
At twenty-five, Michelle married little David, who was no longer little
and had become an editor for the newspaper he used to carry. They lived in
the farmhouse with us and William, Michelle's son.
Since David knew of our activities, he joined in once they were married
and we continued our deviant sexual life together, with the addition of
David and all of his friends. I swear that for nearly a year during that
period, I never saw Michelle unless she had a hard dick in one of her
slutty holes.
In the years between Michelle's twenty-fifth and thirtieth birthdays,
she gave birth to four more children, three little girls, Samantha,
Victoria and Elena, and the youngest, another little boy, whom she named
Michael, after her stepdad.
We keep each of the kids insulated from our activities until they turn
twelve, then we have a heart-to-heart discussion about our pasts and where
all the family money comes from. We show them some of Michelle's early
videos and give them the choice on whether or not to join us. So far, all
the kids have decided to give our lifestyle a try.
William is also married now, having selected a beautiful young lady
named Jacklyn from his university to be his bride. We treaded carefully
around her for a while, but William finally told her about our family
arrangement and she volunteered to deflower our youngest grandchild,
Michael, when he comes of age next month.
I'm never at a loss for young, pretty pussy these days. My three
stepgranddaughters all favor their mother in both looks and temperment and
I get to play with one or more of them nearly every day. They play
dress-up for me, perform lesbian shows for the family and, like their
mother, each have vowed to do whatever I want, whenever I tell them to. So
far, I've kept my demands within the family, but soon Michelle wants me to
get them started with accepting new cocks into their holes. I'm hesitant,
but my daughter usually gets her way with me.
When we arrived at the resort for our holiday, we checked into both of
the penthouse suites, needing the room for the ten of us, me and Lisa,
Michelle and David, William and Jacklyn, and the four kids. We unpacked
and headed down to the beach, all of the girls bare-breasted.
I didn't understand why my wife kept insisting that I drink more beer
than I usually do, but to keep peace, I drank all of the brews that she
tossed my way.
After about two hours, I noticed that Michelle and the three girls had
disappeared. I was sad because my main enjoyment was watching their little
tittles bouncing around as they played in the water.
When I announced that I had to use the bathroom to get rid of some of
the beer, my wife, Lisa, told me to go up to the room. Michelle had a
surprise waiting for me and I could use the facilities there. In a
partially drunken stupor, I waddled my way up to the penthouse.
Opening the door, I was treated to the loveliest sight a horny old man
can ever see. All three of my young granddaughters were nude on the couch
and bent over, with their tiny buns pointing at the door. In unison they
all said, "Surprise, Grandpa! Please lick our vaginas!"
Their pretty, hairless little pussies were all drooling girl cream and
my cock remembered its duty and rose to attention. Never one to let an
opportunity go to waste, I descended on their bare asses and feasted on
pre-teenage pussy and asshole for about fifteen minutes. I brought each of
the kids to an orgasm apiece before nature urgently reminded me of my first
reason for being up in the room.
Heading towards the bathroom door, little Victoria got in my way and
insisted that I go into the master bedroom for my real surprise.
"There's something even better than the three of you?" I asked her,
teasingly.
"Oh, yes, Grandpa. Momma is all beautiful and waiting for you," She
replied, very seriously.
She was right. I entered the room where Michelle was waiting on the
bed, dressed in an incredible black leather outfit. It was a combination
of straps and metal rings that accentuated her nudity rather than conceal
it. Her pretty little tits, still not much more than a mouthful, were on
lewd display and her still-shaved pussy was exposed for all to see.
Two of my granddaughters, Vicky and Elena, wrapped their little hands
around my cock and started competing with each other over the right to suck
my cockhead. Little Samantha went to her mother, positioned her on her
hands and knees and began licking her from clitoris to back door.
Michelle's well-used asshole was shiny with her daughter's spit when she
called to me.
"Master, please stick your cock up my ass."
The girls all assisted as I slowly slid my manhood up my daughter's
rectum, bottoming out when my balls were resting on Michelle's slippery
crack. My incredible daughter moaned as she squeezed her sphincter and
came.
My granddaughters all moved until they were surrounding their mother
like a teen flesh solar system. They kissed each of us passionately,
urging us on.
"Grandpa's gonna cum up Mommy's butt," Samantha giggled, causing all of
the kids to burst out laughing.
I pumped her buns feverishly, finally dropping yet another load into my
Michelle right in front of her three young teen daughters. As my cock
softened, Michelle implored me not to take it out of her.
I granted her wish even though my bladder was bursting by this point.
Getting comfortable while my cock deflated, Michelle spoke to her
children.
"When I was little," she said, "my Daddy told me something that I'll
never forget. He said that he had so much power over me that he could pee
up my butt if he wanted to. I thought that was icky and he never actually
did it, even though we did do some really kinky and wonderful things. As a
special gift to him, I want all of you girls to tell him how much your
Mommy needs to feel this ultimate humiliation. Go ahead now, girls. Ask
Grandpa to show you his power over me."
The three young lolitas all began to tell me how important it was to
degrade my daughter yet again. They kissed me, brushed their little
nipples on my back and generally made trouble until I finally began pissing
up Michelle's ass.
We'd finally come full circle, I thought, as the urine flowed from my
cock into her bowels.
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