18 comments/ 3520856 views/ 31 favorites Daddy's Slut Girl Ch. 02 By: Dirty Slut Guilt hung like a heavy storm cloud of low-lying fog throughout the house for a good month after the night I seduced daddy in our living room. Or at least I figured it had to be guilt on his part as the next three nights he didn't come home from work, and after that he simply avoided being around me by working in his study with the door locked when he did come home. So that we only saw each other at breakfast each day when we were fully clothed. As for me, well, at first I was hurt, but then I just figured that he needed a little time alone. So I started to spend more time swimming in the pool in the back yard, or working at my beauty parlor. I knew we both needed time to think this out before going any further. After all, we had both committed incest, and had both loved doing it with each other. Of course as incest is a socially unacceptable practice, not to mention against the law I indulged his moral dilemma for the next three weeks while planning my next move. You can imagine my surprise then when I came home from work early one day, and found another woman in my domain, to be more precise, in my swimming pool frolicking around with MY daddy. Well, perhaps frolicking around is a rather harsh jealous wording for two people doing laps side by side. However things went decidedly down hill the moment I saw that it was my twin sister Heidi. Heidi is a couple of minutes older than me, and we use to be friends in our childhood. That is until I confided in her about sneaking peeks at daddy when he was peeing. I'm sure she was the real reason dad started to lock the bathroom door from that moment on as she must have told mom what I'd said. In any event I blamed her, and our friendship ended as far as I was concerned at that point. I'd successfully managed to avoid her for the last six years thanks mostly to her moving to the other side of the country to go to Berkley. We aren't identical twins in any way that I can see though dad says we're both alike in other ways. Her hair is a sun bleached blond color, and she has tits like a fucking cow, but she's still very beautiful, I'll give her that. I love her, she's the spitting image of our dead mother, but I also hate her, she's always been such a prude. However seeing her rise out of the water just in front of daddy in that blue French cut bikini that was basically just three tiny triangles had me spluttering green-eyed drool. The cloth barely covered her nipples, and molded to her slit. "Look who's home Jill!" Daddy's voice rose to a high squeak at best as he followed her out of the pool to greet me. "Well if it isn't the wandering Cow," I said sarcastically, "by the looks of you I'd say that you finally lost that prized hymen you valued so highly. And what's this? No wedding ring!" "No," she replied, then gave me a peck on the right cheek, our way of being sisterly, and I pecked right back, "no wedding ring, but I do have three engagement rings. Does that count? "Only if you're wearing them," I snapped back. "Indeed, I'll show them to you later if you wish," and she actually cooed like a dove saying it. Leaving me standing there open mouthed, and with nothing else to say. "Go ahead, and take your swim Jill," Daddy broke in, "Heidi and I will get started on dinner." As there was nothing else to do, I leaped into the cool refreshing water then. But I could have sworn that as I dove in to the swimming pool I heard my sister's voice say: "Nice ass." It was so out of character for her that I came up out of the water spluttering, and coughing up half the pool before I could concentrate on doing my daily laps. As I completed each lap her words rang in my ears compelling me to wonder just whose ass she'd been commenting on, daddy's, or mine. And what was all that about showing me her three engagement rings if she didn't have them on her finger? After finishing up my laps, I dried off, and wrapped my towel around my waist like a sarong to join them for dinner. Evidently I was in vogue as Heidi had done the same thing with her towel, and by then daddy was in polo shirt, trousers, and sandals helping her put the food on the table. A simple meal, salad, spaghetti, and meatballs, with a nice California Chianti to help ease the tension. With all of the breast meat staring dad in the face it was easy to understand why he had changed clothes. And for the first time since I'd sighted Heidi in the pool I was actually glad that she was here. With all of this lush female flesh on display daddy's defenses were quickly crumbling right before my very eyes. And then I took a quick look towards Heidi, and almost choked on my wine. She'd spilled some spaghetti sauce on herself. Specifically on her right boob, and the patch of blue cloth that barely covered her nipple. However instead of dabbing it away with a napkin, and water she'd simply lifted the boob, cloth and all right to her lips, and licked it clean right in front of us. That's when she caught us staring at her. "Sorry, just hate to see good food go to waste," and she shrugged after letting go of her udder. Normally I wouldn't have continued staring at her breast accept that with the little patch of cloth all wet once again I noticed something that I hadn't before when she'd climbed out of the swimming pool. Heidi had a ring pierced into her right nipple. And by the looks of it, it was one of those engagement rings she'd mentioned earlier. "Yes, that's one of them," Heidi giggled, and one look at her face, and I saw the imp that she had been before our fragmented relationship began. "Ahem," daddy cleared his throat then, and lifting his glass of wine; "to having all of my girls under the same roof again." "To daddy!" Heidi countered. "To daddy," I agreed then threw him a wink. He chugalugged his glass of wine as he blushed in response. Probably hoping that Heidi would think the wine had turned his face red. "I have an early day tomorrow girls, so I'll say goodnight now. I trust you two will be comfortable sleeping together in your old room. I'm sorry there's only the one bed now Heidi, but it's a queen size, so I'm sure the two of you will be comfortable in there." "He's probably gone to jack off," Heidi whispered once daddy was out of earshot. Her next statement taking me totally by surprise. "Have you fucked him yet?" "Him…? Him… who?" I managed to stutter out. "Daddy, of course," she barely managed not to giggle it out. "Don't give me that innocent look, Jill. I know you've had the hots for daddy since we were kids. And with mom gone I just figured it was only a matter of time before you seduced him. So have you?" "I won't even dignify that question with an answer," I spat back, and started to clear the table. "Listen Jill, I'm not here to condemn you," she got up and helped me, making the labor light. "In fact I came home to see if we could become friends again, maybe even more. I know it was my fault that we fell out, and I'd gladly let you spank me if it would help. The truth is, I've changed a lot since I left home, and I'm no longer the prude I used to be. In fact, I'm quite the slut these days." "Oh really." My eyebrows went up at her last confession. And went higher as she continued while we cleaned up. "Those three rings I mentioned earlier? Well, each one was an engagement ring that I received from three black men. The first one was for sucking off my first black man. The second one is for fucking the next black man, and the third is for giving up my ass cherry to the third black guy. It was a sorority initiation, but I'd have done it with those three black men just the same. I had the three rings pierced into my nipples, and clit hood as a constant reminder to me of just how good black cock is. In fact I haven't had any white dick since then, though not because of any reason other than I haven't had any time for other men. My sorority sisters kept me pretty busy eating pussy when we weren't fucking every swinging black cock in California." "You… a, um… eat pussy?" "I told you, I'm a real slut now, Jill. You have no idea what it's like for me to be standing here next to you, and not be able to touch you. To show you what it's like to have girl/girl sex. I'm so wet I'm about to flood this room." "Me?!!" "Don't you know how gorgeous, and yummy you are to look at?" "Well, you're not exactly a bag lady either," I conceded. "And that's why I asked you if you'd fucked daddy yet. I figured if you'd committed incest once, you wouldn't mind doing it again. Maybe try a little taste of lesbian incest this time. Then… maybe after that… we could join forces, and seduce daddy into a three way with both of us. My latest black boy friend/fiance sent me home to have daddy knock me up with a blue-eyed blond little girl. If it works he'll breed me, and we'll have a little black brother for her to play with." "And if he has fucked me, then you'd have no problem getting him to knock you up, right?" "In a word? Yes." I could barely believe my ears hearing my sister's obscene proposals, let alone the fact that she'd turned into as much of a slut, if not more, than me. But if it meant another chance for me to get in bed with daddy, and maybe make it a permanent arrangement then I was all for it. Besides, it would be a good way to get back at my sister, watching her turn into an obese pregnant pig with udders that needed bridge cables to keep them from dragging on the ground. "Okay, I'm in. But I'll have to warn you sis, he's been pretty stand-offish since we did it. And that was over a month ago." "Yeah, but did you see how he couldn't take his eyes off of my tits, and ass since I got here?" And we both giggled at that as we headed up to bed arm in arm. Each with a hand full of the other's ass. I was a little uncertain as to how to proceed once we arrived in our old bedroom, so I let Heidi take the lead in this incestuous lesbian tryst as she had the experience. I simply stood next to the bed, and slipped the towel off waiting for her. Heidi's face took on that look that a cat gets when you put out their food. And she quickly shed what little she was wearing giving me a complete view of her magnificently lush body. I was surprised at how little sag there was to those massive teats of hers. In fact she was swollen in all the right places, and tucked in at the waist. I had to admit, if just to myself, that for a woman, Heidi was absolutely gorgeous, and mouth watering to gaze upon. She was absolutely what most men would call a comfortable ride. I could see all three engagement rings now. One in each erect nipple, and the other in her swollen clitty were made of gold with a one karat diamond sparkling in the light of our room like a triangular constellation. The little mousy blond pubic hair that she did have after a bikini wax was shaped like a thin arrowhead on her mons above her slit pointing at her clit ring. But what she hadn't told me about was that she had a tattoo, and that it looked a little like a meat packer's seal of approval, just above, and to the left of her pubic thatch. Her bikini bottom had barely covered it. "Grade "A" Nigger Pussy," she said when she caught me staring at her tattoo, and knowing I was too far away to be able to read it. "My current fiance had me get it as a sign of our ever lasting love." My nose curled at the "N" word. Our family has never been bigoted, but I knew that her fiance had other plans for my sister if he made her get that. And a vision of my sister getting gang banged by groups of black men with big dicks flashed through my mind as Heidi got down on her knees before me, and nudged me backwards onto the bed. I fell back onto the cushioned mattress with my legs going up, and wide apart, my arms flailing wide as well. It was then that Heidi's lips, and tongue molded to my slit like a suction cup. Her tongue slid into my pussy, and my mind nearly exploded as my body went into a ballistic orgasm exploding through me liked rapid fire lightening bolts. And I tingled from my curdled toes to my sheet raking finger claws as she brought me from one multiple orgasm to the next just with her tongue, and lips. Just knowing that it was my own sister licking at my twat was enough to make me orgasm, but the talent behind that tongue really made it multi-orgasmic. I was instantly in a daze with bright super nova spots going off before my eyes as my ass hunched up at her face, and my legs spread as wide as I could get them to give her even better access to my molten hot, cauldron of sin. My arms were flailing, flapping at the mattress, and the air as my head nearly swiveled as it thrashed back and forth. No man had ever eaten my pussy like this, and I was soon bathed in my own perspiration sweating like a pig in heat. Her hands gently squeezing my ass cheeks with her face mashed up against my cunt as she groveled in my groin. I was in incestuous lesbian bliss, and yet I wanted more. Right then, at that very moment I wanted to wallow in her slimy pit the very same way she was in mine. I wanted to taste her the way she was tasting me. Oh not that I'd ever tasted another woman other than myself when I played with my pussy. But if she tasted just half as nasty good as my own pussy tasted I was more than ready to take Rt. 69 with her. And either she was reading my mind, or it was just her own need, she hopped up on the bed inverted over top of me, then squatted down on my face. There was a tart aroma, and a tangy, somewhat salty taste to that gizzard like orifice she plastered to my face that was simply fascinating. Brand new to this experience I once again followed her lead at first doing what she was doing to me. Then I expanded a bit, and tried a little exploration on my own. Doing to her what I knew that I loved having done to me. In seconds we were rolling back and forth on our bed, she on top of me, then me on top of her, and back again. Our tongues and lips dueling with each other's pussies as we rang the brass bells, going from one orgasm to the next again, and again, and again… The very air that I breathed was full of pussy, my face soiled in her essence, and yet I hungered for more. Up until now I'd only used my lips, and tongue on her just as she had on me. So again I experimented, and brought my fingers, and hands into play. With my right hand I slipped two fingers easily into Heidi's cunt. Too easy in fact, so I added two more, and then my thumb as I shoved two fingers of my left hand into her puckered butt hole at the same time. Her moan of approval at that juncture had me squeezing my whole right hand up into her cunt, and balling it into a fist. Heidi let out a muffled bark then that I was sure that daddy could have heard from his bedroom, but I didn't care. Her ass began to vibrate, and bounce up and down on my fist as I continued to lick, nibble, and kiss her sweet pussy, and ass all at the same time. I knew then that she had indeed been fucking some really big cocks if she could take me fist fucking her this way. Hell, I was in her up past my wrist, and she was loving it. She hadn't been lying; Heidi really had turned into quite the slut after all. So I added a third finger to her butt, and fucked her ass at the same time with those three fingers. I was so wrapped up in what we were doing that I didn't notice that we had an audience. At some point in our lesbian love making we'd made such a commotion that daddy's curiosity had gotten the better of him, and after peeking through the keyhole to see what we were up to, it must have been too much for him. I don't know when exactly, but somewhere between Heidi inverting herself over top of me, and me shoving my fist up her cunt, daddy had entered our bedroom to get a much better look than he could from behind that keyhole. I was on my back with my head at the edge of the mattress when Heidi did finally spot him. "Hey sis," she said letting go of her lip lock on my privates, "guess who's come to join us? You are going to join us, aren't you… daddy? Damn Jill! You were right; he does have a big one. Oh yes! Daddy is definitely going to join us." For the first time Heidi's fingers came into play, but she didn't thrust them up my slit, she used them to pull me open. The next thing I knew my pussy was stuffed full of hard throbbing daddy dick, and I screamed in pleasure/pain as I came instantly just knowing that daddy had chosen to fuck me first over my sister Heidi. In and out that incestuous prick fucked me, making me cum over, and over again as I fist fucked my sister, and she and I licked at each other's bottoms. I don't know how long daddy fucked my pussy before he too came, but I felt his molten liquid discharge, and felt instantly both filthy, and content. I guess Heidi, and me continuing to lick each other's cunts must have kept daddy's cock as hard as a rock because he soon moved in behind her with his balls hanging in my face. That's when he pulled my left hand away, and my fingers popped out of her ass. Daddy wasted no time in replacing them with his slime-covered prick, and in a jiffy stuck it up his own daughter, my twin sister Heidi's dimpled round ass. And now the smell of sex; hot, raw, dirty sex smothered the air around me. I was in seventh heaven with a close up view of what I must have looked like when daddy fucked me in the ass that first time. After all, below the chest Heidi and I looked almost exactly alike, as if we were from the same body mold. It was fascinating watching that big old prick of my father fuck in and out of my sister's butt. Seeing her asshole all distended, stretched wide out of shape gave me just a little more happiness knowing that it had to hurt like hell what with my fist still balled up her cunt. Who knew revenge could be so vicariously pleasurable? I couldn't wait to see her bloat out like a blimp after daddy knocked her up. And I swore to myself right then that I would indeed help her to get knocked up by our father. It was the least I could do for her bringing daddy and me back together again, and too for teaching me the delights of girl/girl sex. That queen sized bed rocked, rolled, creaked, and banged against the wall all night long as we continued our incestuous orgy into the wee hours of day break before falling asleep from sheer exhaustion. Me with daddy's cock in my mouth, and the two of them each with a mouth full of soiled sweaty daughter, or sisterly furburger to munch on in their sleep. I woke up alone hearing the shower running shortly after high sun. A quick run to the bathroom to pee, and I found the rest of my family taking a shower together. As I released the water in my bladder I peeked behind the curtain to find Heidi bent over in the police-frisking stance facing the plumbing as daddy's prick plowed into her from behind. Seeing Heidi's udder's wobbling on her chest had me giggling, and that's when daddy noticed I was there. "Oh good, the other slut of the manor has joined us," he said, but his grin took all of the sting out of his words, "you here to get knocked up by your daddy too sweet meat?" "Not really dad, but I would appreciate it if when you finish knocking up the bitch that you share a little daddy dick with your younger daughter." "Fair enough," and this time his grin covered his whole face. Heidi was knocked up before leaving to return to Berkley, and her black fiancé. And true to her words she sent us a picture of her naked when she was eight months along with her fiancé's big black prick stuck up her ass doggy fashion. I had the picture blown up, and hung it on my bedroom wall. I can't help but giggle every time I look at it seeing those four black hands squeezing her jugs, and mother's milk spraying out of her udders as she sucks on another black dude while her fiancé fucked her in the butt. Daddy's Slut Girl Ch. 02 Daddy and I still have separate bedrooms, but we seldom sleep alone anymore. Sometimes we sleep in his bed, sometimes we sleep in mine, it just depends on which bed we're closest to at the time. I'm more daddy's slut girl today than ever before. He's even mentioned sharing me with his brother, uncle Joe, when he comes to visit. And as it turns out, daddy has a kinky side that I was unaware of. It seems that him and uncle Joe were lovers at one time just like me, and Heidi. I can't wait to take them both on at the same time. And maybe I'll even forget to take my birth control pills when they do. Daddy's Slut Girl Ch. 03 Part 3: Uncle Joe’s Play Pen It was shortly after Heidi had her little baby girl that daddy suggested we take a couple of weeks vacation out in California. That way we’d be able to see both Heidi, and his offspring; my sister/niece, as well as stay at Uncle Joe’s palace on the ocean. As CEO of the company that Daddy and uncle Joe had started years ago to handle all of my father’s inventions, and computer programs, uncle Joe was every bit as wealthy as his neighbors if not more so. His residence, though not exactly a marbled palace wasn’t far from it from an ecological standpoint as it blended into the rocky cliff face more than it would have as a gothic castle. Just the same it was as roomy, and elegant inside as any Hollywood mansion could ever have wanted to be without actually being located in Hollywood. The view of the ocean from his huge patio was a sonnet in, and of itself, and along with the pristine beach surrounded by rock face gave it all an air of confident privacy that his neighbors didn’t even enjoy. By the time we reached the airport, acquired our tickets, were relieved of our luggage by the baggage handler, and hurried out to the gate where our jet was warming up it was time to board the plane. Night had already buried the sun in its black sparkling coverlet. And since we had six hours of time on this aircraft before arriving both daddy and I fell asleep shortly after take off. ************ “Uncle JOE!” I cried out, and jumped into his arms at the curb of LAX as his limousine pulled up, and he stepped out to greet us. His elderly black chauffer rushing to help daddy. “Christine?!” He stumbled a moment as my weight was suddenly attached to him. But I think he stumbled to cop a feel of my ass through the thin cotton dress that I’d worn on the flight as I felt his hands on bare flesh. Twins in my father’s side of the family is very common, but uncle Joe and Daddy were identical unlike me, and Heidi. And seeing my father’s mirror image dressed in an Armani business suit for the first time in my life had every nerve ending in my body sizzling with a new found heat all its own. Of course having his hands fondling my rear under my dress then didn’t hurt either. “Hey Joe,” daddy greeted his brother with a grin as he hauled our luggage along with our skycap, and the chauffer to the rear of uncle Joe’s limo. “Good to see you too, John,” uncle Joe replied, and eased me back down to the ground, but never really let go of me, just adjusting so that his arm was possessively around my waist now. Then once we were inside of the car with me between the matching bookends; “I’ve contacted Heidi as you requested, and they’ll join us for dinner after you two are settled in.” “Does THEY include her, er, um…?” “Boyfriend?” Uncle Joe finished for him. “I suppose,” daddy sighed. “I just hope they tie the knot sooner, than later.” “Why?” Joe inquired. “So that nobody will suspect that their baby girl is yours?” And there it was out in the open, and after hardly five minutes together as a family. The it being our, Heidi’s and my, incestuous relationship with our father. I hadn’t known for sure if daddy had told uncle Joe what had taken place between us, but now that it was out in the open I intended to add my own two cents. “You aren’t upset about all of this, are you uncle Joe?” “Not at all, pumpkin,” he used the nickname he’d given me years ago, “In fact I can’t wait to get started with your training in particular.” “MY TRAINING?” I mouthed to daddy. To which he just shrugged noncommittally. “Hasn’t your daddy told you? Oh John, I am once again disappointed at your lackadaisical methods of introducing a true slut to the wonders of BDSM.” “BDSM?” I questioned. “Isn’t that bondage, and sadomasochism?” “Indeed, yes it is my petite. Your daddy figured that if the two of you are going to continue to live together as illegitimate spouses that the least you can do is learn who the Master is in this situation before he knocks you up, too. After all, he already lost one wife to complacency. So he isn’t going to loose another the same way. And that’s where I come in.” “Oh?” “You’ve heard of discipline training schools for dogs, haven’t you?” “Well yeah, but…” “Just consider this training of the bitch slut inside of you as the same thing.” “You’ve got to be kidding?” “Actually,” and this time from my own father, “we’re dead serious. If we’re to continue this insanity, baby, then I need to know that I have some control over it. And so far, I haven’t, and you know that. I need to know that I can count on your love as an irreversible, unquenchable thirst, and uncle Joe is going to help me make that happen.” “Each of us has a dominant as well as a submissive side to us…” Uncle Joe went on, explaining everything as if he were one of my past professors from college. His voice almost monosyllabic droned on, and on about what was to take place in my very near future. In fact it was to happen the moment we entered his home. He outlined what my discipline would be for any infractions to his rules, including imaginary ones. I listened as best I could, but what it all came down to was my submitting to being their slave of my own free will during the whole time we were in California. The one part that I did hear, and it kept going like an endless loop of tape recorded in my mind was: “You pumpkin, will submit to any sex with whomever, or whatever we wish you to have sex with whether it is us, or some stranger that we pick off the street.” It was then that I signed the pre-nuptial contract that uncle Joe placed on my lap. In effect, by signing it I was giving myself over to my father as his personal property from that moment on. And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why that made my pussy itch with uncontrollable wanton lust. When we arrived at uncle Joe’s daddy and the chauffer took care of the luggage as uncle Joe led me into his home, and guided me to my living quarters for the duration of my stay in California. The bedroom was all in pretty baby pink with a queen sized ruffled canopy style bed painted white with pink and white linen, and white shelves all around the pink room with nothing but dolls displayed on all of them. The vanity, and dresser matched the bed perfectly making for a nursery fit for a 10-year-old girl more than for a grown young woman. And as I stood there in a daze taking in the whole thing including the view out onto the ocean, in a very business like attitude, uncle Joe disrobed me, until I was stark naked, and then placed what he wanted me to wear on top of the bed linen. Then instructed me to take a shower in the connecting bathroom before I put on those things. “You’ll find an enema bag in there as well, pumpkin, and I want you to use it before you shower so that you’re clean inside, and out. Got it?” “Yes…” I hesitated, almost calling him uncle Joe, “yes Master Joe.” “I’ll be back to instruct you on your makeup when I think you are ready.” And suddenly I was very much alone, a stranger in a stranger world than I could have ever conceived on my own. I hurried to do as uncle Joe had instructed, almost as if in a trance filling my ass with lukewarm water, and feeling all squirmy, cramping, and very, very sexy to see my stomach bloated out from all of that water. A preview if you will to what I would look like after a couple of months of pregnancy once I got knocked up, hopefully by daddy, but I could no longer figure on that happening. After the shower I put on the things that uncle Joe had set out on the bed. First the white thigh high nylons with the elastic tops, then the snug fitting shiny calf’s skin metallic hot pink knee high boots with three-inch stiletto heels. After that I put on the strap behind the neck halter top style bra that looked like a spider’s web around my breast, and was made of the same metallic pink calf skin, but with shiny copper, and brass O rings that held it together, and did nothing to cover my nipples. Then I put on the matching wrist bracelets with larger O rings in them, and a studded dog collar with the name Pumpkin engraved in the copper plate on it before putting my long strawberry blond hair up into pig tails as Master Joe had demanded. Now with all of my assets hanging out in the fresh air so to speak, and feeling more naked than I ever did when I was actually naked I sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for my Master’s return. I could tell that I was making a wet spot on the coverlet even before uncle Joe, my new Master returned to help me with my makeup. But as I’d been directed to just sit still once I was dressed, I dared not move, or I’d received my first discipline. And I didn’t want to mar the family get together the first day out. “Excellent!” Uncle Joe said as he entered the room with daddy, and found me as he’d instructed. “She at least takes to simple instructions, so the rest should be fairly easy from here.” I was pulled off the bed by my right arm, and led over to the vanity where I was sat down, and told to apply my makeup as I usually did. With either daddy, or uncle Joe telling me to add a little more of this, or that, until they were satisfied with how I looked. When I was finished the young woman in the mirror could have been any age from 15 to 25, but I had never seen her before in my whole life. “Now that’s what a true slut should look like,” uncle Joe said. “Now add some rouge to your nipples,” daddy instructed. “And put some lipstick on your pussy lips, too,” uncle Joe added. “Yeah, that’s it. From now on you will do your makeup this way every morning after your ablutions, it will be a constant sign of your fealty, is that clear?” “Yes Masters,” I replied, and meant it. “Good,” daddy jumped in, “tomorrow I’ll take you to be tattooed, but tonight you’ll be pierced as a sign to others that you are our property.” I was no more looking forward to that than I was with greeting Heidi’s immediate family for the first time at dinner dressed as I was. To let my own sister see my submissive side wasn’t last on my list of things to do for no reason. But then again, she’d already shown me her implied relationship with her boyfriend, so it was only fair that I return the gesture. That’s when the doorbell sang out. “Go answer that,” Master Joe commanded me, “your dad, and I have to finish getting supper ready. Be polite, and don’t argue, even if her boyfriend insists on using you sexually. Understood?” “Yes Master,” I replied crisply, and hurried to do his bidding hoping for my first taste of Heidi’s dark meat lover.” “Was happening Pumpkin Slut?” Jerome said, leaning like a Tower of Baggy Laundry cloths with one hand at his crotch, and the other under his chin, as he looked me up and down with a dark light of appreciation in those black eyes of his. “DAMN! Baby girl, you look even better than your sis, and that’s sayin sumpthin. Mm, mm, mm!” Unfortunately, at least for my sake, Heidi came up behind him, and just pushed right through. Grinning when she saw how I was dressed before realizing that she just might have been a little rude, but still managing to carry little Carrie inside nonetheless. Jerome followed in her wake though, and I escorted them into the living room where daddy, and uncle Joe were now waiting to greet them. Still I thrilled as Jerome’s hand took a gentle squeeze, and cupped my naked white ass in his large black hand for a quick feel. It took all of my will power not to squeal like a pinched pig, but I managed it. “Ah, at last, all of my girls under the same roof,” daddy said taking Carrie from Heidi, and going goofy gaga with baby gibberish the whole time he held the baby. “The food is ready,” uncle Joe announced, “and I have everything set up out on the veranda. Pumpkin, you serve, and we’ll make everybody comfortable out there.” Obviously slave labor was involved in that contract that I’d signed in the limo so I had no choice other than to serve or be promptly disciplined in front of the whole family. Having all of my goodies on display was humiliating enough, but add to that total servitude, and I’m sure you can understand how uncomfortable I was from that moment on. As I went around the table serving the food as instructed, each adult there took plenty of opportunity to feel me up. Fondling my breasts, or buttocks as they wished all of them dipped a finger or two into my wet quim, and tasted the liquid heat from their fingers. And the whole time Carrie was hungrily suckling at her mother’s udders. And seeing Heidi back at her normal weight again was a chastising thought already. How the cow did that I’ll never know. Once everybody was served, I stood next to and in between daddy and uncle Joe. I felt like a servant who is almost, but not quite a part of the family, and still at their beck, and call. Or worse, the slave that had no rights what so ever save for those given by my masters. Had I given it any thought I would have seen the irony of it all with Jerome sitting there grinning like a shark that had eaten its first human, and found that he liked the taste. “As you all know,” Master Joe pointed out, “Pumpkin is in disciplinary training while she is hear visiting us in California.” Yeah, as if he hadn’t explained it to my sister and her bow long before I got here. “And we all need to support her efforts to become her father’s personal all around slutty slave wife, by taming her inner bitch while she is here.” “If you need a couple of good studs,” Jerome put his two cents in, “I’ve got a pair of Rottwielers that might be willing to breed with her. Heidi has them well trained.” “That’s mighty black of you, Jerome, I’ll give it some consideration, but only as a last resort. Say as a worst-case scenario kind of punishment if all else fails. For now we’ll just go with spankings, and work our way up from there.” I almost choked hearing that, and what did Jerome mean by saying Heidi had those dogs well trained? Just the thought of Jerome’s implications had me sweating. And to think that my own uncle, or my own father would willingly allow this to happen to Heidi, if indeed something had, let alone to me in the near future was preposterous. Fear scalded a trail up and down my back like a hot poker had just been shoved up my ass instead of my uncle’s thumb at the thought of such a thing. But then maybe they weren’t talking about a sexual attack. After all, Rottwielers were great guard dogs, and vicious if trained to be. Still, that was just as scary a thought as the other, and definitely motivation for me to be on my best slave behavior from now until we left California. Dinner proceeded much more quietly from that point on. With daddy, and uncle Joe feeding me tidbits from their own plates the way one might feed table scrapes to the family pet. The hand each used, of course, being the one with the thumb they first shoved up my rear was a subtle reminder at all times for me to know my new station in life. Which was obviously much lower even than my sister’s, and her sainted baby who was burped, diapered, and put to sleep on my bed after filling up on mother’s milk. My reward after dinner for following my new Masters’ orders wasn’t quite as genteel. Once I cleared, and cleaned the table, and did all of the dishes, pots, and pans, and washed off every counter in the kitchen, I was called to join everyone in the living room. By the looks on their faces I felt as if I had strayed into a wild pack of wolves ready to feast on their prey, and I was the first course on their menu. “Kitchen all clean?” Master Joe inquired. “Yes sir, unc.. er, Master Joe,” The look of disappointment on uncle Joe, and my father’s face at my slip of the tongue didn’t forebode well for me, and I really started to sweat then. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” uncle Joe shook his head sadly from side to side, “and you were doing so well too, Pumpkin. All you had coming was ten swats each from all of us for imagined sins. Now I’m afraid,” and he moved like lightening taking my wrists in his hands, and putting them behind my back, uncle/Master Joe buckle snapped the O rings of my calf’s skin leather bracelets together binding me securely, “that instead of just 10 swats each you’ll have to submit to 20 swats from each of us here tonight.” And just as quickly I found myself hoisted in the air and placed firmly over his lap. His right leg snaked around my legs holding them in place, and his left arm doing the same to my upper body with the addition of having his left hand holding my wrists by the snap that held them together. This left my completely naked rear end exposed, and elevated enough for everyone to see my bald pussy fluttering in the breeze, and weeping tears of its own at my latest humiliation. “You first Heidi,” Master Joe spoke as if he were conducting union contract signing negotiations, “and Pumpkin, I want you to cry out the number of each swat so that nobody goes beyond their limit.” “Yes Master!” I cried out, this time in fear. In all of my life I couldn’t remember my parents ever raising a hand to me for chastisement, and here four different people were going to give me my first spanking. “ONE!” I literally screamed out in pain as fire landed on my bottom in the shape of my sister’s hand. Okay maybe that first one wasn’t really that bad, but it terrified me. “No silly,” Master Joe interrupted Heidi, “move a little more to your left. Yes, there, that’s good. You don’t want to break your arm dear. Now just swing away, as if you started the swing on the east coast. Like this.” “TWO!” My scream this time went up two octaves that even I wasn’t aware I could produce. My whole rear end suddenly perched on the sun itself by the feel of it, and real tears began to stream down along my cheeks. “THREE!” My sister obviously had learned well from uncle Joe, and with her smaller hand made it feel as if she were peeling away my skin from that point on. “FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!” The volume of my screams must have shaken the windows all around us, and how I didn’t end up waking the baby could only have been due to sound insulation between us. Each swat from my sister like a hot branding iron on my already burning ass had me shaking violently even held as firmly as I was by my Master. My vision was already obscured by the profuse amount of tears I was shedding because of the pain inflicted on me, but the floor looked mighty close to my face somehow. A very strange thing happened around Heidi’s 15th swat though that changed everything for me from that moment on. My pussy actually began to vibrate, itch, or whatever as my clit became engorged from the blood pumping so fast through my system as pure adrenalin ran rampant straight to my heart. I suddenly found myself crying out each number instead of screaming. And my ass seemed to raise up and offer itself to the hand punishing me at the moment with the fire going straight to my clit forcing me to the edge of a terrifying orgasm the likes of which I couldn’t even contemplate in my present state of mind. “Twenty One!” And suddenly time stood still as Heidi finished her twenty swats, and moved away. “You’re next Jerome,” Master Joe said. “TWENTY TWO!” Once again I was screaming as Jerome’s hand took in my entire ass all at once including the upper back of my thighs where my pussy throbbed uncontrollably. The short interval between Heidi, and Jerome had allowed me to catch my breath, and in so doing bring me back to reality long enough to subside the feelings of impending orgasm. It took less than five swats from Jerome to bring me back to that heightened state of sexual peak that perched me once again on the edge of a cliff overlooking the valley of climax. My voice appropriately going back to just crying out the numbers once again. Daddy's Slut Girl Ch. 03 “Thirty Eight! Thirty Nine! Forty! Forty One!” And just as I fell over the edge Jerome backed off, and Master Joe continued without interruption. I shivered, my body bouncing up, and down on his lap as I tried desperately to meet every swat of his hand with my ass as I screamed my way down onto the rocky terrain below in the land of perpetual orgasm. I must have continued to cry out each swat because the next time I realized I was doing it the count was 76, and it was daddy’s hand blistering my butt now. “77! 78! 79! 80!” And the silence that followed was like a shot to my brain. I was still trembling uncontrollably, but even that soon turned into a few shivers as Master Joe gently applied some kind of soothing lotion to my fiery posterior. It felt great having his hand caressing my backside, even more so when he stuck a finger right up into my dripping quim. Then when he stirred it around I started to wriggle my hips back at his invading finger. “Oh what an extremely delicious little slut you’ve turned out to be, Christine. And I’d be happy to stretch this little slot open a bit for your daddy, but Jerome has paid us ten bucks for one night of pleasure with you. So I guess we’ll just have to gang bang your sister Heidi tonight while Jerome takes you out on the Glory Hole Train ride. And you’d better be good for him, or you’ll pay for it with your ass tomorrow when we have you all to ourselves.” “Uh, huh,” Jerome licked his lips, and wrung his hands together in expectation less than three feet away. “By the way, Jerome,” Master/uncle Joe said, “I’ve called the piercing parlor, and they’ll have everything all set up for her when you get there. They know what we want, and it’s already paid for.” “What’s she getting tonight?” Jerome inquired. “Mainly three gold shackles, one in each nipple, and one in her left cunt lip. They look like small quarter sized U shaped horseshoes with pins through the open end of the U. That’s the part that pierces her flesh. It shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes for them to complete the task. Tomorrow they’ll do the tattoo on her for us, but that takes more time, and I didn’t think you’d want to waste too much of tonight on something for us. Did you?” “That’ll work,” Jerome replied, “I just need her mouth, and ass tonight anyway.” “Well good then,” Master Joe said, and shoved me off of his lap so that I landed on the carpeting at his feet. “Now take her to her room, and have her put on a dress over what she has on now. She’s your slut now. Just make sure you have her back for breakfast.” Jerome grunted a reply as he pulled me up, and ushered me to my pink, and white bedroom. It was then that I saw that daddy had Heidi straddling his lap with his dick pumping in and out of her pussy with her thong pulled to the side, but other wise still in all of her clothes. Daddy’s hands groping playfully at her double D’s through her blouse. Jerome picked my dress out carefully. It was a hot pink spandex thing, with diamond cut outs on the sides, and barely covered the spider web halter bra up top, and the tops of my thigh high stockings below. He even had me brush out my hair, and touch up my makeup using a darker, brighter red lipstick when I did. Only unsnapping my leather bracelets long enough for me to do all of this, then snapping them in front as he took up the leash, and attached it to my dog collar before leading me out to his car. Once inside of his car with the engine started he unzipped his pants, pulled his black dick out, and grabbing a hand full of my hair shoved my face in his crotch, and told me to suck. I never felt like such a complete slut the way I did as we pulled out of the driveway then. Worst yet, I felt more like a piece of furniture than a human being, and for the life of me I didn’t know why I liked this feeling. But I knew this was just the beginning of feeling that way. Now you might think that I would be in a panic having my lips wrapped around the first black cock I’d ever seen in my life. After all, it really belonged to my sister, was almost twice as big as my father’s cock over all, and I was sucking it out in public even if mostly out of sight. But the damn thing just tasted so fucking good, that I forgot all of that crap, and just concentrated on sucking, and stroking that black cock for all that I was worth. In fact I worked that cock to two orgasms before we arrived at our first destination, the Holly Wood’s piercing, and tattoo parlor for the stars. Holly looked like a cross between a biker chic, and a porno star with her hourglass figure, and incongruous stick on tattoos. Her platinum blond mane in a pony tail in back that went down past her rump was a veritable shimmering fountain of follicles, and gave her an Amazonian look as she greeted us in spiked high heels, wearing a short denim skirt, and a matching denim vest that chained together in front to contain her cantaloupe sized breasts for a delightful public view. I saw later that the only other thing that she had on was a yellow thong bikini bottom under that short skirt. But what grabbed most of my attention was her own body’s ornamentation. The ring pierced in her belly button had a blue diamond in it, and matched those in her earlobes. And the thorn that spiraled around her upper left arm ending in snakes’ heads whose red, and yellow eyes almost gleamed at me was a real tattoo. Yet, it was the tiny red heart tattooed at the top inside of her left boob that fascinated me most of all until I realized that it was a birth mark. “Joe sent us,” Jerome said by way of introducing us. “Damn!” And she looked me up and down as if I was cotton candy, and she were in desperate need of a good sugar rush. “Joe said you were a sexy slut, but I never knew that a guy could so under exaggerate a statement like that before now.” “Well, you’ll get to see plenty of her tomorrow,” Jerome put in, his idea of a subtle hint that she should hurry up with tonight’s job so that we could be on our way. “No worry,” Holly giggled, “this will only take a few minutes as I have everything ready. Just follow me to the back room.” Unlike the foyer that contained pictures of famous people who Holly had tattooed personally, and jewelry cases stocked for piercing, the back room had frames filled with tattoos to choose from lining every wall, and two barber like chairs, one with stirrups. The latter one in which Holly placed me, and positioned the chair so that I was flat on my back face up. Next to my chair was a stool for her to sit on, and a small stainless steel rack on wheels that held a tray with the three shackles I was to be pierced with, and the tools, and antiseptic for accomplishing this. I won’t go into the pain she inflicted on me, but she was finished with her work, and was escorting me out the door in less than ten minutes. The piercing left my nipples, and cunt lip sore like a throbbing toothache the rest of the night, and super sensitive there after. But in whole not all that tragic an event nonetheless. That is if you consider having your body marred for life by having gold jewelry the size of a quarter hanging imbedded from your flesh inconsequential. I didn’t, but it was a subtle lesson, and a constant reminder to me that I wasn’t the one in charge of me. I was nothing more than my Masters plaything. And at present Master Jerome had something special in store for me. Pennies’ Porno Palace on the outside didn’t look much different from a Toy’s R Us store. But once you entered the front doors you knew that no children would ever see the toys for sale in there. The huge lobby was set up more like a library, or grocery store in that there were aisles with row upon row of pornography of every kind from books, and magazines to videotapes, and DVDs. From the four walls hung every adult nuance known to mankind from whips, and manacles, to dildos, and blow up life like dolls. However it was the back room, whose portal claimed: “Through Here to Peep Show Booths, and Restrooms,” that Jerome hurried me into after purchasing a roll of tokens from busty Betty the redhead sales girl behind the counter. Once past the purple with gold trimmed drapes that served to close the room off from the rest of the store enclosing us in its artificial night, it took a while for my eyes to adjust. Just the same Jerome kept me moving further towards the back, until I realized that we were in a vast chamber filled with aisle after aisle of booths that were lined up back to back, and side by side to each other facing other booths similarly arranged. I soon found out that the lights outside of each booth when lit meant that it was occupied. After that I noticed that quite often two booths next to each other had their lights on. I soon found out the reason for that when Jerome yanked me inside of a booth, and fed a few tokens to the machine that made the porno flicks come on. I only had a second to notice that the booth contained a bench for two that faced the door we entered which was next to a large television screen. In mere moments I was bent over in front of the TV screen in the standard police frisking position with Jerome behind me lifting up the hem of my dress up over my buttocks, and stabbing a couple of fingers up my cunt from behind as he pulled his pant’s zipper down once again. When I tried to lift my head up to look at the screen better I found that the leash to my dog collar was now attached to the door handle of the booth. So with my face only inches from the TV screen I watched as a heavy breasted blond bimbo was being taken by no less than three huge black men all at the same time. Thoughts of my sister Heidi in the same situation invaded my brain then, and my pussy was instantly wet. Just in time too, as that’s when Jerome’s big black dick speared into my tight asshole from behind. It felt as if somebody had just shoved a damn coconut up my rear with their whole arm the way I was instantly stretched out back there beyond any previous comprehension. The head of his cock nudging up against the back of my hole like some bowling ball coming abruptly to the end of a tunnel before it’s spit out to be used once again. My whole body wracked instantly with the pain, and pleasure of being so overly filled all at once. “Hot damn!” Jerome groaned, “You’re even tighter than your sister! Now hold still, I want to magic marker your tight ass.” And that’s when I felt something wet touch my upper buttocks and scrawl something across my ass. “There, that says it like it is.” “What did you write?” I asked curiously. “Whore. In big bold letters.” I dared not say anything in the way of complaint, as my real master would surely make me pay for that when I was returned to him. So instead of crying out, or screaming I just moaned as I fought back against the pain, and humiliation. “Yeah, your daddy and uncle said you’d love having my big Nigger dick up your fine white ass.” His hand coming around to diddle my quim immediately helped to ease away the pain of his entry, and caused me to shudder in the newfound pleasure of anal servitude. In no time I was humping back at his intruding battering ram. It’s funny the things that run through your mind in the middle of being sodomized. For instance, I wondered why Jerome wasn’t fondling my breasts since I knew from my sister that he was a breast man. And then it dawned on me that my masters must have put them off limits to Jerome due to the piercing. Which was probably why he wasn’t fucking my pussy at the moment either. Or maybe daddy just didn’t want me to get pregnant with a black baby before he, or his brother knocked me up first. In any case, once Jerome began to fuck my asshole he didn’t stop until he filled it full of his spunk, and ended up with his upper body resting on my back as he caught his breath. Bringing me to three mind numbing orgasms in the process. It was at this point that I noticed holes were cut out about waist high in the wall on each side of our booth, and that somebody had entered the booth on our right as the glow from their TV screen suddenly showed through the hole. A brighter picture on our own TV screen showed that there was writing above the hole that said: “Suck this Bitch!” on one side, and “Put your cock, or back side here,” above the other hole. “That’s called a Glory Hole,” Jerome whispered in my left ear as he helped me out of my dress, then folded it, and placed it on the bench. “Now you stay in here. And you suck, or fuck any cock that enters your booth from those two holes.” He then put every token he had into the slot for the TV, “I’ll be right outside. So don’t even try to leave. Once I get paid enough then I’ll come back in, and take you home with me for the night. Understood?” He then threw a box of prophylactics on the bench, and left the way we’d entered. “Yes… master,” I choked out realizing for the first time that I would be used like some low life prostitute. That for at least as long as the tokens kept the video running in my booth I was nothing but a paid whore, just like it was written on my ass. A quick look at the hole on my right, and I caught an eyeball starring me up, and down. I never felt so naked in my life than I did at that moment under the scrutiny of some deviate stranger. In a flash the eyeball was gone only to be replaced by a healthy tan colored penis fully erect. I knew that I had no choice, so I squatted down, and took that cock into my mouth right down to the short hairs. Virtually swallowing the thing whole. “Oh fuck!” Came out as a moan through the wall separating me, and the man attached to that prick as I sucked his cock making him cum in less than a minute. I was startled by his immediate withdrawal, and swallowed down his load in one quick gulp. An athletic looking redhead taking on just one black man by this time had replaced the blond bimbo on my TV, and I was about to sit down as I realized it was Betty from out in front when somebody entered the booth on my left. In short order a long though not very thick black cock enter my booth from that hole. Since I’d sucked off the cock through the hole on my right side I grabbed one of the rubbers, and put it on this cock, then turned away from it only to back up until I had it as far up my ass as possible. Thanks to Jerome’s load already up my ass I didn’t have to worry about lubrication. But as only the stranger’s black cock could enter my cubicle I moved my hand to diddle my pussy myself. Fucking back at that anonymous cock dressed like some navel stapled centerfold, which made me feel more naked than being completely naked ever did, and playing with myself as if I were home alone in bed using a dildo, had me cumming all over my fingers in seconds. No foreplay, no kissing, or touching, just raw animal sex for the sake of having sex. Just one cock, and one asshole working together, and against each other in mutual anonymous glory hole concerto without any other bodily contact to confuse the issue. No eye contact, or smell other than myself, and only each other’s smothered moans of passion to listen to as we fucked, and fucked, and fucked our way to glorious mutual satisfaction. My ass could have been a knothole, his cock a denuded tree branch for all that either of us cared at that moment. I was just another tight fleshy hole to him, and he was just a throbbing rubber clad pole as far as I was concerned. And I squealed in delight as one mini orgasm after another ran through me while shoving my ass back up against that wall time, and time again. Somebody had entered the booth on the other side, and already had their hard black cock poking out on my side before the one fucking my asshole was finished. So I reached over, and started to pull, and stroke it with my hands. And damn if this one wasn’t twice as thick as the one in my ass, but just as long. So when the guy fucking my ass pulled all of the way out I went down on my knees in front of the other hole, and started to lick that mammoth prick all over with my tongue. It was too big for both of my hands so no way was I gonna take this cock up my ass. Instead I pried it into my mouth, and stroked the full length of it with both hands. In effect no more than a juicy hand job at best. If my pussy hadn’t been pierced an hour earlier I would have tried fucking it, but even that might have been more of a challenge than I was ready for. Still, this was my third anonymous cock, and I couldn’t complain too much, after all, I had no idea who it belonged to, no more than he knew who I was. So the experience was a total blast as far as I was concerned. Ladies, if you ever get the chance to visit a place like this take plenty of tissue paper with you as you’re going to need it. This was better by far than being home alone with my ridged dildos fucking myself silly. These were real live cocks with the juice of life spitting out of them and into me, and all so much better than plastic, or rubber as they were just as anonymous, and unbiased, but hard and throbbing, and all for me. My pussy was leaking cream almost as fast as when I pee. My thighs shiny with my liquid lust running down them soon had the tops of my stocking damp, and plenty more goo was on the way. All but forgotten was the images on the TV screen as I concentrated on one dick after another, all sizes, and shapes, and all colors as well until suddenly, the booth became as dark as the inside of a mine shaft two miles below the earth. The cock in my mouth then suddenly spitting down my throat as I heard Jerome’s voice just outside the door to our booth. “No, no, that’s all for tonight,” I heard him say though his voice was muffled through the door. “She’s already had close to thirty cocks already tonight. Go ask Sherry out front if Betty, or any other ho’s available.” It was only then, as Jerome came in to help me put the dress back on, that I felt so completely used. I was sore in every muscle that I owned, but I was also more satisfied sexually than I ever had been in my life, or damn close to it. Having Jerome in the same booth once again was almost an invasion of my privacy after all of that time alone having anonymous sex with complete strangers. “Well, you don’t look none too worse for the wear,” Jerome chuckled, “I guess it runs in your family. Still, we’ll stop off at the restroom so you can brush your hair out a bit, and fix your makeup before we leave.” I was almost finished with my hair and makeup, fantasizing about a night in bed with my sister’s ruggedly handsome black lover when I remembered those damn Rottwielers of Jerome’s, and what he had suggested to daddy, and uncle Joe earlier. And though they had told him in my presence that they didn’t want that for me except as a last resort, I wondered just how far Jerome would go now that we were out of sight of my masters. And just what kind of training my sister had taught those two brutes in the first place. All of these thoughts were whirling around in my head as I rejoined Jerome, and he took repossession of the leash to my dog collar before leading me out of Pennies Porno Palace. Once again the minute we were in his car Jerome pulled my face down into his crotch, and I worshipped at his monolithic manhood during the drive to his place. Only this time he did more than grunt. “Oh yeah baby, like that. I love the way you suck cock. Oh yeah. And I can’t wait to introduce you to my homeboys Bert, and Ernie. Dem dogs is funky down around you white bitches. And don’t you know dey be down in de dirt wit your sister more than once, or twice too.” On and on he went about Bert, and Ernie way past the point of distraction. And as hard as I tried I couldn’t make him cum with my mouth this time even after he took my dress off in the car. But thankfully the trip to his house wasn’t as long as it had taken to get from uncle Joe’s to Holly’s. And we were soon parked in his driveway, with him zipping up his pants, grabbing my dress, and pulling me by the collar in my present state of nakedness. Daddy's Slut Girl Ch. 03 “Okay bitch, just follow me,” Jerome ordered, and led me up the front steps of his Tudor with all of his neighbors looking on whistling, and throwing cat calls our way with dogs barking in the background all over the neighborhood. I’ll give this to Heidi, she keeps a clean house, and that can’t be easy now that she had a baby to take care of. Nothing to brag about in Home & Gardens, Jerome’s place had that lived in quality that said; “Come right in, and make yourself comfortable.” Something to which I wasn’t being allowed to do as he continued to lead me through the house, and out into the back yard where he had a small kennel for two dogs. Rottwielers in fact, and they went by the names of Bertino, and Ernesto. Or so their name tags on their collars, and cages said. I froze suddenly in absolute terror then. “Okay bitch,” Jerome chuckled, “it’s feed’in time!” I almost fainted before realizing that he actually meant that I was to feed the two dogs as he pointed to the large bag of dog food next to the cages. “There’s a hose over there,” and he pointed to a garden hose, “make sure you give them both plenty of water too. Don’t worry; they won’t bite the hand that feeds them. Just make sure that they don’t get loose. There’s a Poodle bitch in heat two doors down, and they’d nail her ass to the ground. Oh, and don’t turn your back to them, or they’ll try to nail you, too.” He turned then, and went back into the house leaving me to do Heidi’s chore of feeding his puppies. And while the back yard was well fenced in for privacy anyone from a second story in the neighborhood could see me standing there with all of my hoohaws hanging out in plain sight. Even worse was the way those huge puppies were looking at me as if I were their next doggie treat with their short stubby tails wagging like a Huey helicopter ready for take off. The slime dripping down between my thighs didn’t help my confidence in this situation any either. However I did manage to get them their food, and water without being overpowered, and brought down onto all fours. But it was touch and go there for a while, and now I had runs in my stockings from their dewclaws. Slightly disheveled, I reentered Jerome’s house to find him waiting on the couch naked, and stroking his big black dick while watching a porno movie of some busty blonde bimbo taking on a room full of guys. It was only when the camera drew in for a close-up that I realized that the bimbo on TV was my sister Heidi. With a cock in every hole she owned, one in each hand, and the rest jerking off around her she looked like she was in seventh heaven. “She looks really hot in this video, doesn’t she?” Jerome said, breaking my train of thought before it began. “In this video?” I replied uncertainly. “Yes, she’s the star in over ten new porn videos now. And they want to film her in some really kinky shit over in Europe next month.” “Does daddy know about this?” “Are you kidding, he, and your uncle Joe have all of her stuff on DVD.” Apparently I was completely out of the loop as far as Heidi’s career in filth was concerned. And it left me with a completely new thought to chew over. Was I expected to follow in my sister’s footsteps now that I had become my own father’s sexual plaything, his sex slave, and incestuous daughter/wife? But then it occurred to me that even though Heidi and I were twins, we were in no way identically inclined, let alone that we looked different, had different hair coloring, and that unlike her I didn’t have breasts that could compete with cows’ udders the way she did. And too, I did own my own business back home. “Okay baby, enough of this foreplay shit, gets down here, and start sucking some big black dick!” ************ “So how was your evening with, Jerome?” Daddy asked me as we waved goodbye to Heidi, and her family after breakfast the following morning. “Slightly weird,” I replied. “How so?” “Well, it was fun, but not as much fun as I thought it would be.” “That’s because your father wasn’t there to watch,” Master/uncle Joe butted in after closing the front door. “Oh don’t look so surprised Pumpkin. Your daddy is already like a husband to you even now. You both love each other both mentally as well as physically. And sex without the other present to at least watch is like drinking decaffeinated coffee, or non-alcoholic near beer. You’re no longer thirsty, but you wonder why you drank it in the first place.” “Yes Master.” “So what did you think of your first black dick? Did you enjoy it?” “Yes Master. All of them very much. It was… well… different. If you know what I mean.” “The contrast in coloring from your own?” “Exactly. It felt…wicked, and nasty both, and so very natural also.” “That’s because they only fucked your mouth, and asshole, Pumpkin. We didn’t want to take a chance on you getting hung up on black cock just yet. At least not until your daddy gets you knocked up first.” When he saw the questioning look of befuddlement on my face Master Joe looked first at daddy, and when daddy nodded he looked back at me. “We never told you this, but your mother was our step sister. Same mother, but different father. In fact mom never did marry our father, but while she was pregnant she met and fell in love with the man that she did end up marrying. Our parents all agreed that we should have our real father’s name, as he was a war hero, and the last male of his family. Then three months after our birth mom became pregnant from her husband. We loved our younger sister, and probably more than we should have, but when our parents died in a car crash while we were seniors in high school we were just old enough to take over guardianship of our sister. With the insurance money we had more than enough to move to another state near a local college, and finish our schooling. It wasn’t until our sister reached 18 that your father got the bright idea to marry our sister to keep her from getting in trouble with one of the local boys. A quickie marriage in Los Vegas made her his legitimate wife, and nine months later she had twin girls; you and your sister, Heidi. From that point on she took birth control more seriously. Especially once your father and her started swinging with other couples.” A quick look at daddy who was actually blushing, and I knew that all of this was true. To think that my mother was also technically my much older sister had me wet between my legs already. Knowing that daddy expected me to swing the way he, and his sister had wasn’t that big of a news flash after last night, but it sure made for some promising adventures in our future. “The real problem,” Master Joe continued, “came about when your mother, and father were here in California visiting, and I took them to an orgy with an interracial theme to it. I mean who could have foreseen her falling in love with every big black cock that she came in contact with? But she did. It may have been that she’d been sheltered all of her life by us, or the fact that she was in her sexual prime when she took on her first black cock, I don’t really know. However when she met, and soon became pregnant with her last lover’s black baby your father and I both knew that we had to let her go to live her own life.” “And you’re both hoping that by putting me through some kind of weird boot camp for spouses that I won’t one day up and leave like mother did?” “Exactly,” daddy replied. “But don’t you realize that I love you, daddy, and not just because you’re my daddy, but because I love you as… as a lover.” “We do now, Pumpkin,” Master Joe put in his two cents worth. “Last night was your test, and might I say that you passed with flying colors.” “Color being the operative word?” I guessed aloud, and their smiles were response enough for me to confirm that my guess was right on the money. After all, not only had mother fallen in love with a black man, but also so had Heidi. “Does this mean that I have graduated from the Marquee De Sade School for future wives?” “The school of life” Master Joe said leaning down to take my chin in hand, “is never ending, Pumpkin.” It was then that I felt daddy spoon up behind me, bend me over slightly, and suddenly stick his dick deep into my pussy for the first time since we’d come to California. The sound of Master/uncle Joe’s zipper lowering brought my attention back to him just in time to open my mouth for his cock. For the first time in my life I had two different cocks in me at the same time, and I was related by blood to both of them. I was instantly transformed into a slut by all accounts, and I was gushing like some whore hooked up to her favorite plug in electrical vibrators. Two sets of hands roaming over my flesh, fondling my recently pierced breasts, and tickling my clitty. My own father, and uncle working like two finely tuned pleasure machines on my flesh. I felt loved, owned, and pleased to death with all of life itself at that moment as I experienced the love inherent ever after of my family. A series of multiple orgasms soon washing over me, bearing me down to the carpeting on all fours before eventually collapsing as I passed out from the intense pleasure. “Maybe I should get her a pet to play with, too,” was the last thing I heard from daddy before the darkness overwhelmed me. ************ “Christine! Christine, wake up!” My father’s voice penetrated more after giving me a gentle nudge. “We’re here, baby.” “Huh?” I barely managed, and then stretched to get the blood flowing again. “The plane has landed, we’re here, Christine.” “Here? Here where?” “In sunny California, of course. Vacation time? Uncle Joe? Remember?” I was immediately awake. It had all been a dream, just a silly illusion after all. My titties weren’t pierced, and I wasn’t going to have to get a tattoo. Reality was both a relief, and a terrible disappointment. Still, I was going to have the added attention of the only other cock in my family very shortly, and I was looking forward to that as well as to getting knocked up by daddy once we returned home. And too, maybe my dream was trying to tell me a thing or two about daddy, my mother, and uncle Joe that I wasn’t consciously aware of, but instinctively knew to be true. In any event, I would find out soon enough. “Daddy?” I asked as we walked towards the baggage area. “Yes sweetheart?” “What’s a Glory Hole?”