22 comments/ 94080 views/ 52 favorites The Order: Training Lyla Pt. 01 By: twistedwords Prologue **Max: My name is Maxwell Rollings. I'm forty-six and in pretty good shape for my age. Best of all, I'm filthy rich and living in the Hamptons. I have a wife, Karen, two sons, Brett, who's 25, Jace, who's 23, and three daughters. Lyla is 18, and my twin girls, Kacey and Kendal are 16. I'm also part of an elitist organization that's practices are not only illegal in most parts of the world, but are also taboo. Our beliefs are simple: that every man has the right to own what belongs to him. That as long as proper precautions are taken, no man should be limited by the law as to what he may do to his own property, whether it be object or person. Our members are rich, they are influential, and they are powerful. Because of our beliefs, our organization, The Order, is kept secret. The Order believes in keeping its line strong. We marry our children off to other families in the Order, at least, whenever possible. But we aren't savages; we have learned from the European royal families. Strict breeding within mingled bloodlines creates defects—defects that are against what we believe in: strength. So we recruit—and marry— new members to keep our lines from becoming weak. Currently, there are six men who are of age for marriage, but no women. My own son, Brett, is one of those men. At twenty-five years old, he is the man I groomed him to be. He's successful, attractive, and loyal to the Order. After graduating college with his four best friends—also of-age men in the Order—he has already started recruiting the next female member to be his bride. As far as of-age women, my daughter, Lyla, will be the first in two years, though she won't be permitted to marry until her twentieth birthday, which is still another two years away. Our laws are very strict and must always be obeyed. Lyla must be trained from her eighteenth birthday until her twentieth on how to be a proper woman of the Order. And it is my responsibility to see that she is trained. The first part of her training took part at an exclusive all girls boarding school, run by widowed Order women. All Order daughters are required to attend the school from their fifth birthday to their eighteenth. A special curriculum has been designed for them. Education is important. We strive for intelligent women so that our future generations will be strong, but we must also be careful to keep much of the world hidden from their innocent eyes. The school is located in the rural English countryside. There is no television or internet available and the nearest village is over twenty miles away. We must keep our daughters pure. They must be curious about sexual relations, knowledgeable of the act, but naïve in its practices. The must understand their purpose in this world and know how proper women should act in it. I am the fourth generation of ruling Order families. The Rollings name was around since the Order was born and my father and grandfathers before me also served on the council, just as my son and grandson will serve after I'm gone. There are twenty seats on the European council, and another twenty on the North American council--twelve of which are my neighbors in the Hamptoms. Today is a very special day; it's Lyla's eighteenth birthday. My beautiful daughter has finally come of age and my brother Peter and I are tasked with throwing her a party. Chapter 1--- Max's Plans **Max: "Lyla's flight will arrive at five pm, and the party starts at seven. I've arranged to have her picked up and driven here," my best friend and brother, Peter Branson, said from his seat across the table. "Ellen will come early to help Karen with any last minute party arrangements." "As long as our wives leave for Canada by eleven, they can do whatever they like," I said, more than ready to ship my wife off for the month. Peter smiled, glad to get his wife out of the picture too. "Where are you sending them?" "To Canada," I said with a smirk. "Karen's a great wife, but she's gotten a bit boring. I'm hoping Phillip can ... liven her up a bit. You know how he is with women." "He's a brute," Peter laughed. "She'll be begging to come back early but he'll teach her a trick or two. And Ellen too. Actually, Ellen's been mouthing off lately. Maybe I should tell him to prepare something special for her?" Peter was right—Phillip was brute. Like Peter and myself, he was fourth generation, but Phillip had a dark side. When he punished a woman, she never forgot it. In fact, many Order men sent troublesome wives and daughter's to his ranch to learn a lesson. He was well respected in our community and I trusted that my wife would come back in better condition than when she left. "And as for Lyla?" Peter asked. "Have you been monitoring her progress with the headmistress?" "Of course I have. I'm quite confident, she's ready. I have big plans for her future, Peter. We need to make sure her training goes perfectly." "And it will. We have a straight month alone with her. I've already secured two girls to help her along the way. You'll be very pleased," Peter says with a smirk. Of course I would. I'd panned the whole night. It had been arranged just for the two of us. Nothing would happen by chance. Not tonight. Chapter 2-- The Party **Lyla: Everything was beautiful. The house, the decorations, the dresses. I'd only been home for a few hours, and already, my life had changed for the better. I'd been afraid that I'd miss my school, or at least the other girls, but so far, I didn't. My mother helped me get ready for my coming of age party, and my father had let me wear the family diamonds! I looked fabulous, completely grown up! My mother had dressed me in a sexy red dress the hugged every curve. It was strapless and dipped low in the front to show off my cleavage. There was even a slit that went from the hem all the way up to my upper thigh. I'd never worn anything like it before. It felt incredible. I can't stop thinking about what it will be like to live here for more than just a few weeks a year when on quarterly vacation from school. My brothers both have homes of their own and my sisters are still in boarding school in England, so it will be just me and my parents. Or, actually, just me and dad, since mom is going on a spa retreat with Aunt Ellen. I'm actually excited to be alone with my dad. He's been allowed to visit me at school for one weekend a month, so I already know how much I love spending time with him. He's a handsome man with blond hair, bright blue eyes and a square cut jaw. When other people are around, he's formal and businesslike, but when we're alone, he's relaxed and playful. He tells the best jokes and can always make me smile. After a few hours, the party started to drag. Everyone was drinking, but daddy only let me have one glass of champagne to celebrate. Most of the other girls were old, but a few were in their mid-twenties. One of them, a girl named Anna, told me she'd been married for two years. She wore a very short light blue dress with sequins covering the fabric over her breasts. I couldn't help but notice-- her chest was so big that dress barely covered them, and I wondered if I'd see her nipples peak over the edge if she moved the wrong way. The men around her kept looking at her exposed cleavage and her husband even pulled her down onto his lap so that she straddled him as he kissed the tops of her breasts. I thought I should look away, but no one else did, and a few of the men even started to whistle when he grabbed her bottom and pulled her closer so that he could kiss her. I wasn't stupid; the teachers at my school educated me on sexual relations between a man and woman. I've seen diagrams and read about pleasure spots. Not only that, but during my last few visits home, I've accidentally walked in on my father having sexual relations with different women. The lessons I learned at school explained how men are hungry for sex and that it is a woman's duty to see that he is fulfilled, so long as her father or husband consents. In another two years, my father would pick my husband and I would finally enjoy the intimate touches that Anna now experienced. Until then, I would continue to pleasure myself in the privacy of my bedroom. After another hour, my mother found me to say goodbye. She and Aunt Ellen were leaving for their retreat. She whispered in my ear for me to be a good girl and obey my father. I told her I would and to have a wonderful trip. A few people left with them and at first, I thought the party was coming to a close...until Uncle Peter started pouring more champagne for the remaining guests. He handed me a glass but I shook my head. "Come on, Lyla, it's your party," he said. "Daddy doesn't want me to have more than one glass." "It's good of you to obey your father. Your teachers taught you well then?" "They told me to always obey a man of the Order, but to obey my father or husband above all else." "Did they tell you what happens if you don't obey?" He asked, taking a sip from the glass he had offered me only seconds earlier. "I'll be punished." "Did they tell you how?" "They said it would be up to my father to punish me." He smiled a strange smile. "Have you met the other girls?" "Yes, they seem lovely." "Have you seen the way the men look at them?" he asked, gesturing to a girl about the same age as Anna. She was wearing a black satin dress that dipped down low in the front and even lower in the back. The length of it barely covered her rear. Three men surrounded her, touching her and brushing against her. She laughed with them, then allowed one of them to kiss her lips. The man's hands snaked down her back before slipping under the satin hem and cupping her rear. The material slid up, revealing the girls bare cheeks. "How they touch them?" "Yes, I see," I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. After all, I'd never been at a party before, and while I'd caught glimpses of my father having sex, I'd never seen this kind of behavior with more than two people. The lessons back at school didn't say anything about this. "You aren't ready for all of this, Lyla. You'll have to learn to be comfortable with your body and with the men who crave it. Pay close attention, my dear," he said, his eyes sliding down to my cleavage. "We need more champagne. You're father keeps some in his office; go and get it for me." Relieved at the chance to escape, I turned and walked the hallway to my father's office. I was surprised by all of the sexual undertones at the party. It was new and ... exciting. My nipples were hard and the thong underwear that mother had insisted I wear was damp between my legs. I needed to get into bed and rub my fingers--- "Oooh, yes, that feels good," moaned a woman from somewhere down the hall. "Ooh, God, please...don't tease me anymore. Please, baby, please put it in me." I stopped, startled by what I'd heard. It was coming from my father's office; the door was only partially shut. I tiptoed forward and peaked inside to see Daddy, his shirt open and pants undone, leaning over the girl in the blue dress. Anna sat on top of his desk, her legs open to my dad. He stood between them, one hand pushing Anna's leg up, spreading her wide. The position gave me the perfect view of her pink swollen flesh and of my dad's bulging erection. It stuck straight out, long and thick and hard. I had to hold in a gasp. I'd never seen a man's penis before, even during the times I'd walked in on Daddy, it was always blocked from my view. It was both amazing and frightening. With his other hand, he rubbed the sensitive spot between Anna's legs. The girl moaned and begged some more. "You want me to fuck your pussy, baby?" he asked, touching the tip of his penis to her opening. "Yes, please...Max, stick your hard cock in my fucking pussy," she replied, writhing beneath him. "Show me your tits," he ordered. "You've been teasing me with them all night. If you want my cock, you'll—" Anna didn't let him finish. She reached down and flipped the top of her dress over, her breasts—no, what had Daddy called them? Tits? Yes, that sounded right—her tits bounced free. My mouth parted slightly as I watched. Anna's breasts were big, bigger than mine even. They looked so soft while the nipples were hard and pointed. Daddy reached out and grabbed one, roughly fondling it in his big hand. When he brought his head down and licked the hard bud, Anna moaned. He teased her a few seconds more before sucking it into his mouth. Anna's hands wove into his hair and pulled him tighter to her breast. "Ooh, ooh, Max... I can't... mmmm, I can't wait another second," Anna gasped. "You need me inside you, baby?" My father asked her as he pushed her back against the table. "Ooh yes. I need you inside me, Max. Please, stick it in me." Daddy chuckled, and then slowly began inserting his penis into her hole, going in just barely before pulling out and starting in again. Each time, his strokes went deeper into her, and each time, Anna's moans got a little louder and a little more desperate. I watched, captivated. I couldn't look away if I'd wanted to...which I didn't. **Max: The night had gone perfectly. Lyla drew the men's eyes wherever she went and the small sexual scenes he'd arranged had drawn her in. Her nipples had been standing straight out for hours now and I could only imagine how wet her panties were. Peter had sent her at the perfect time for the champagne, just as we'd arranged, and she now stood at the door, peaking in as I pushed myself in and out of Anna's cunt. Anna lay back against the table, her dress pulled down past her big tits, and pushed up to her belly button. Her whole pussy was exposed; the shaven twenty two year old was the youngest pussy available to the Order...until today. She was the last of the daughters to marry and because of her age, was used regularly by most of the twelve families who lived in the Hamptons. The little slut was always taking one cock or another. I waited a few more moments, watching my daughter in the reflection of the glass cabinet. Her hand was at her throat, her tits rising and falling steadily with each breath. As Anna's moans increased, Lyla's breaths came faster. Not able to wait another minute, I finally addressed her. "Lyla," I said in as stern a voice as I could manage. Her eyes jerked up to meet mine. "Come here." She took a shaky step forward. "Come here," I repeated and she took a few more steps into the room. "Do you need something, baby?" "I...uh...Uncle Peter...champagne," she muttered, her eyes now looking straight down at the floor. "Peter wants more champagne? He will just have to do without," I said, beckoning her closer with a finger. "Lyla, have you met Anna?" Her eyes flicked up to Anna's rack before looking back at the ground. She nodded. "Yes, we met earlier." "Don't be shy, darling. Go ahead and look. You're an adult now. A daughter of the Order. You're teachers told you of your duties, correct?" "Yes... they told me to obey the men of the Order. That a good woman will do what is asked to please them and make their busy lives a bit easier." I had to hold in a chuckle. My poor baby girl had no idea what that actually was referring to. "Well tonight is your night, baby. Tonight, you get to relax." I looked down at Anna who was anxiously fingering her nipple as she looked hungrily at Lyla. "Anna, you want to make my daughter's birthday special, don't you?" I asked, thrusting my cock into her, inciting a moaned 'yes'. "You want to make her feel good?" I asked again as I pulled out, then thrust into her again. "Oh, yes, Max. I'll make her feel soooo good," Anna groaned as I resumed a steady pace of thrusting in and out of her dripping cunt. "I knew you would, Anna, you're so good at following instructions," I said, flicking her nipple. "Come here, Lyla. Stand beside me." My daughter walked forward hesitantly. When she was close enough to touch, I reached out and cupped her chin, pulling it up so that she could see me. "I will not punish you tonight, as it is your birthday. But in the future, a hesitant obedience is just as bad as disobedience. Do you understand?" She nodded, nervously. Her eyes seemed to keep drifting down to where my cock was rocking in and out of her new friend's pussy. "Do you like to watch people fuck?" I asked her. "I've seen you watching me before, when you've come home on quarterly breaks." "I, uh...it was an accident. I didn't mean..." "Don't apologize, baby. You're a grown woman now. It's only natural that you would enjoy sex—-watching it and having it." I paused. "You are still a virgin, aren't you, sweetie?" Of course she was. She was watched like a hawk at the school. There was even a hidden camera in her bedroom and bath so that her teachers—and I—could watch her every move. She'd played with herself often, but had never so much as had another girl in her room. This was going to be perfect. "Yes, I've never—" "Good, good baby. You're such a good girl, and I see that. As a reward, I'm going to give you something special for your birthday." I reached behind her to find the zipper on her dress. As I pulled it down, her eyes snapped to mine, and I could see that she wanted to object, but she didn't. Good. Her teachers had trained her to never disagree. As the dress loosened, it slipped off her breasts and slid down to her waist. She used her arms to cover her exposed tits, and I nearly slapped her for it. Catching myself, I said instead, "Lyla, you are never to cover yourself again. When a man of the Order undresses you, you are to stand still until he instructs you further. Do you understand?" Again, hesitantly, she nodded and put her arms at her side. I nearly came as I took in her perfect breasts. They were large, though not quite as large as Anna's. A D cup, according to the measurements the teachers had given me. The nipples were dark and hard as little pebbles. Her breasts had the perk of any eighteen-year-old's tits. Immediately I wanted to burry my head in them bite her dark nipples until she screamed. But I held myself back; this was her day after all. And I didn't want to scare her. "Now push that dress over your hips and let it fall to the floor," I instructed. She had perfect curves. Good tits, tiny waist, and the perfect hips for grabbing onto. I knew what I'd see as soon as she pushed the dress down. Her little body had undergone both laser hair removal, to keep away any unsightly hair, and the birth control shot. Her teachers had prepared her well for her training. As the fabric crumbled to the floor, I saw smooth skin leading down to curving lips. I wanted to lay her down on the table and spread her legs, but I remained in control. "Beautiful," I said, caressing her skin with the backs of my knuckles. I couldn't help myself when I got to her breasts. I caught the tight nipple between my fingers and tweaked it. Lyla let out a startled squeak. "You truly are beautiful, baby." For a moment, my brain seemed to freeze. There was a plan for tonight. I had to stick with the plan. I slammed my dick extra hard into Anna to both ground my thoughts and elicit a moan from the girl. When she called out, Lyla's eyes flicked over the girl. Cautiously taking in her bouncing tits before her eyes locked in on Anna's pussy. The folds slid around my cock as I thrust in and out, taking me as easily as if she were made for me. Lyla bit her lip, watching-- hypnotized it seemed, by the act of fucking. "On your knees on the table, Lyla," I said sharply. She jumped, startled out of her trance. Slowly she climbed onto the table, careful to hide herself from me. She didn't need to worry---I knew better than to take a look between her legs. I'd lose all control and then my whole plan would be ruined. "Do you like Anna?" I asked her, gesturing down to the girl I still fucked. The Order: Training Lyla Pt. 01 "Yes, she's very nice." "And attractive, wouldn't you say?" "Yes." "Sexy, actually. Look at her tits. They are large and soft. Men like to watch them bounce when they fuck. We like to touch them, to grab them, to lick them. Can you see why?" She nodded, her eyes locked on Anna's bouncing rack. "But women like them too," I said. "Do you like her tits, Lyla?" "Yes, they are very beautiful." "You're a smart girl, baby. Go ahead. Touch them." Lyla looked at me, uncertainty in her eyes. "Go ahead, she won't mind. In fact, I suspect she'll enjoy it, isn't that right Anna?" "Oh yes, I love to have my boobs played with," Anna cooed as she reached out and stroked Lyla's leg. "Please touch me, Lyla. Play with my big tits." After a second, Lyla reached out and brushed her fingertips over Anna's left breast, caressing in an inward circle until she reached the erect nipple. "You don't have to be so gentle, baby," I coached. "Grab it. Pinch it. Slap it even. It will make Anna feel good." Lyla obeyed and pinched the nipple until Anna moaned and reached up to touch my daughter's hanging breast. Shocked, Lyla looked down to see her friend fondling her tit in firm caresses. Anna's knuckles found Lyla's nipples and pinched, mimicking the pleasure that she had just been shown. Lyla sucked in a breath and her free hand gripped at her leg. "Keep going, baby," I told her, wanting her to relax a little bit more before the next step in my plan. "Do whatever you like to them. Sex is all about pleasure—for me, for her, and for you. What would you like to do to her?" Lyla glanced back at the girl's breast. "I'd like to play with them some more." I nodded at her and this time, she used both hands to fondle Anna's double-d's. Anna continued to play with Lyla's tits as well. Already experienced, she flicked and rubbed my daughter, getting her more and more turned on. Lyla's slow caresses turned to harder pinches and groping, and I knew she was past excited. She was horny—my baby girl was almost ready to be fucked. But not yet. I'd been planning her training for years and part of my lesson plan included making her want to be fucked so badly she ached. Many of the Order's fathers believed in making the first night The Night. They'd pounce on their new playtoy and fuck them like a frightened whore. But not my baby. I wanted her to want it. To need it. To crave it. More importantly, I wanted her to want me. And that's where my plans would take us both. "Slap it," I urged. "Slap her tittie, baby. Slap it hard." This time, she didn't hesitate. Reaching back, she smacked Anna's boob so hard it left a mark. Anna cried out. "Did that hurt, Anna?" I asked her. "No, I love it," the girl replied, knowing the answer I wanted to hear. "What else would you like to do to her, baby girl?" I asked my daughter. "I... I don't know," she said, biting her lip as her eyes flicked back to Anna's nipple. "Taste it, baby. Lick it and suck it. Bite it. Anna loves to have her tits sucked on. Go on, Lyla." Lyla licked her lips, then bent down to Anna's rack. Still holding one tit in her left hand, she absently flicked the nipple between her fingers while her tongue darted out to taste the other tight bud. Anna moaned, and I rewarded her by slamming my cock a little harder into her cunt. Her hand moved behind Lyla's head and pulled her face against her tit. Her nipple slipped into my daughter's mouth and she began to suck eagerly. Her fingers dug into Anna's skin, and I'd be surprised if she weren't leaving any bruises. Anna moaned some more, then started urging Lyla on with dirty little phrases. "Oh God, yes! Suck my tit, Lyla! Suck my tit while your daddy fucks me with his fat dick. Ohhhh! Yessss. Fuck me harder, Max! I need you to fuck me deep while your baby girl sucks my hard nipple." I was so turned on I could barely stand it. It was hard enough to keep from cumming while my cock was inside of Anna and Lyla stripped before my eyes. But now, watching my baby girl sucking on my fucktoy's tit... I was nearly uncontrollable. I had to limit myself to slow, steady thrusts—enough to keep Anna moaning and eager to play with Lyla, but not enough to push either of us over the edge. "Anna," I tisked. "It's Lyla's birthday. Don't you think it's time for you to make her feel good?" "Oh yes, Max. I want to make your daughter feel good." "That's a good girl," I said as I reached out and grabbed Lyla by her blonde hair. I urged her to sit up and when she did, I went on. "Lyla, it's Anna's turn to pleasure you. I want you to move so that you are facing me and straddling Anna's face. Do you understand?" "Wh—what?" "You're going to face me and put your pussy in Anna's face," I clarified and watched the look that passed over her face. She was uncertain, but that was okay. She had been uncomfortable with touching the other girl's tits at first too, but had warmed up pretty fast to that. She'd love having her pussy eaten. "Go ahead. Move over there—that's right, stay on your knees. One leg on each side of her head...there you go, just like that. Perfect, now Anna, I want you to wish my baby girl a happy birthday and lick her pussy 'til she cums all over your pretty face." Lyla stared down, wide eyed. "Lyla? Are you thinking of disobeying daddy?" "N—no, daddy. I was just—" "Good, because a father knows what's best for his daughter," I said, cutting off her reservations. "Now, bend down a little so Anna can reach your wet cunt." Her eyes snapped up, embarrassed. "Don't try to hide it, Lyla," I said. "I can see the juices for myself. It's nothing to be ashamed of; you should be proud. Now do as I say and bend down so that you're sitting on Anna's face." Slowly, she obeyed and bent down. I could tell the moment Anna's tongue reached out and flicked my daughter's sweet spot. Lyla jerked, her eyes popping open in pleasant surprise. "See baby," I said. "I knew you'd enjoy this." Reaching out, I took one of her tits in my hand and rubbed the pad of my thumb back and forth over her nipple. She looked up at me, both nervous and in ecstasy. This was her first sexual experience and she was unsure of my touch. No doubt it felt wrong to her, letting her father touch her in such a way. But that's what made it so right. And by now, she was too horny to really care. A moan escaped her lips and her hips started to rock involuntarily over Anna's face. I pinched my daughter's nipple and she moaned again. Anna had just begun to tongue-fuck her, and Lyla was getting close to cumming. My cock throbbed at the sight before me, and I wanted to pound into Anna like I wanted to pound into my daughter. Anna's hands were clamped onto Lyla's hips, helping my baby girl fuck her face. My daughter was panting heavily, rocking and moaning and squirming against her friend's mouth. Exhausted, she leaned forward to brace her hands on the table on either side of Anna's body. The position gave her an eyeful of my cock thrusting in and out of Anna's pussy. She watched, transfixed and if my erection could have gotten any harder, it did. My beautiful eighteen year old daughter sat on another girl's face, having her pussy eaten out and watching intently as I fucked the same girl. Lyla licked her lips, staring openly at my shaft. I thanked my lucky stars that Anna was shorter that Lyla, otherwise Lyla wouldn't be able to see as my cock disappeared inside the girl's slit—and she did seem to enjoy the view. I couldn't help myself; I wrapped my fingers in Lyla's blonde, perfectly styled curls and pulled her head down closer to cock. Now was the time; I couldn't wait any longer. "Anna, you don't cum until Lyla does," I said, giving her another hard thrust for motivation. Her moan was muffled by Lyla's cunt, but I saw her hand disappear beneath my daughter's ass. A moment later, Lyla groaned and bucked; she grabbed onto my arm for support as she rode the orgasm, grinding her pussy into Anna's face. It was the most magnificent thing I'd ever seen, my daughter orgasming before my eyes, rubbing her cunt against the face of the girl I was screwing. She screamed her pleasure while her flailing hips smeared her cum all over Anna's mouth, nose, and cheeks. Unable to control myself for a moment longer, I barreled into Anna over and over again. Both girls were moaning and writhing and I felt my own orgasm take over. I pushed Lyla's head down even further, forcing her to watch as I fucked Anna with less than a half foot between her face and my cock. Fuck, I wanted her. My daughter's hips still rolled with orgasm. I gripped her hair tight, keeping her face just inches from where I was fucking the hell out of Anna. The orgasm hit me hard, and at the last minute, I pulled out and shot my cum all over my daughter's face. It felt like the spasms would never end. Wave after wave of my seed erupted from my prick, covering her. Even after I'd sprayed my load, I couldn't help but rub my cock against Lyla's soft skin, smearing my jiz across her like a primitive war paint. I felt the head of my dick brush her lips, but she didn't open for me. When I finally pulled back, the two girls were panting, their own orgasms over. I pulled my cock free but still held Lyla by her hair, only inches from my cum-covered dick. My daughter was frozen but not struggling. It was important to me that she see it covered in pussy juices and semen, though I wasn't sure why. I wanted to push it against her lips and force her to take me into her mouth, but it wasn't the time. Instead, I finally released her hair and allowed her to sit up. Globs of my spunk coated her face and ruined her makeup. As she moved, some cum slid down her chin and landed on her right tit. She slid off of Anna and sat on her knees, rubbing my cum from her face, unsure of what to do next. I turned and sat on the edge of the table while Anna immediately sat up and, without my asking, dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. I was semi hard, but I knew it would be some time before that would change. Turning my head, I took Lyla by the arm and pulled her to me. She sat against my side, gloriously naked. "Whenever you pleasure a man, it is your job to clean up the mess. Do you see?" I told her, nodding down at Anna who was cleaning my cock with her tongue. She nodded and I took her chin in my hand, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "Did you enjoy that, baby?" "Yes," she said quietly, her eyes flicking down to where Anna sucked me. With my finger, I wiped a glob of cum from her cheek. "Open your mouth," I instructed and when she did, I wiped the jiz on her tongue. "Cum should never go to waste, baby. You should always swallow as much as you can." Again Lyla nodded. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You're going to make a fine Order woman." Once again her eyes flicked between my eyes and my cock. "Do you enjoy watching your daddy get his dick sucked?" I asked. Hesitantly, she nodded and I nearly let off another load in the back of Anna's throat. "Look at me, baby," I said, pulling her attention back up to my face. I looked her over, lingering on her still exposed breasts. They were smaller than Anna's but only by a cup size. "You're breasts are perfect. Big and perky, both soft and firm with the most adorable little nipples. The men will want to eat you up." Her nipples hardened under my approval and I reached out to caress them. Lyla sucked in air but didn't move. Good girl, I thought. Abandoning her rack, I took her by the jaw and pulled her forward. "You have to get back to Peter before he comes looking for that champagne. Give me a kiss then get dressed." She leaned in as if she were going to kiss my cheek, but I turned and touched her mouth with mine. When she pulled back, I scolded her. "That's no way to kiss a man, Lyla." Pulling her forward again, I kissed her mouth, softly at first before parting her lips with my tongue. As our tongues touched, her chest swelled, her breast heaving in and out with each breath. After swirling my tongue around hers, she began to flick her own tongue against mine. Not wanting to stop, I reached for her breast again, rubbing it, arousing her more. When my tongue retreated from her mouth, her tongue followed to continue its dance with mine. I felt her fingers dig into my arm. She was still horny. Good. When I finally broke our kiss, I smiled at her. "Sleep well tonight, Princess. We have a busy day tomorrow." She stood on trembling legs and got dressed. Before she turned to leave the room, I saw her turn once more to watch as Anna blew me. Both of my hands were tangled in her hair and I rocked her head back and forth over my cock. Before she left, I lost myself in the feeling and face-fucked Anna so hard that she gagged the whole time I emptied my load down her throat. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. The Order: Training Lyla Pt. 02 Chapter 3: Changing Perspectives **Lyla: For the next two hours, I could barely sleep. Every time I'd drift off, I'd picture my father's penis—no, dick—sliding in and out of Anna's wet ... pussy. Or I'd wake up with my hands between my legs, rubbing myself furiously while remembering the way Anna had licked between my legs. I even tried inserting my finger inside of myself, like Anna had done right before I'd exploded, but even then I couldn't sleep. Despite my orgasms, my mind still raced. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined being intimate with my father—or with another woman. The Sexual Education class I'd taken at boarding school last semester had only gone over the act of intercourse. The teachers never said anything about slapping tits, eating pussy, or sucking cock. They hadn't even used those terms, much less discussed who we'd be having relations with! I always just assumed I would only have sex with my husband. We were often told that we'd be married at the age of twenty, to the man our fathers picked for us. After tonight, my presumptions changed; my whole view on the world changed. Sex was raw and ... amazing. But to be stripped naked in front of my father felt so dirty, and not necessarily in a bad way. I kept remembering the way he'd looked at me as my dress fell to the floor. There was a hunger in his eyes that wasn't there when he looked at Anna. I felt powerful and sensual. When he brushed his knuckles across my skin, my nipples tightened involuntarily. Even now, my nipples hardened at the thought. The dirty, twisted wrongness made my body ache for more of his touch, even if my mind hadn't caught up. Surely the time I'd spent with Daddy and Anna was a one-time experience. A birthday treat, as he had said earlier. It wasn't as if Daddy had actually done anything to me. He'd been with Anna the whole time. Besides a few caresses and a kiss, Daddy hadn't done anything wrong, right? Even if his caresses had been on my tits and his kiss had been with his tongue... Dang it, I wished the teachers had talked more about this in Sex Ed. Was it normal for a girl to lust after her father? Was it acceptable to be with another woman? What were the rules and how far was too far? My father had to know the answers. He was on The Order's council after all. What he'd done had to be normal behavior. Which could also be the reason he hadn't done anything else with me. Maybe it was okay to touch your daughter's breasts and kiss her with your tongue, but that was all. But if that was so, why did I secretly want more? Over and over again, I would relive the night in my mind. I'd imagine the way my father had touched my nipples and the way he'd kissed me with his tongue. The spot between my legs ached at the thought of Anna's tongue flicking back and forth. I never knew it was possible to feel so... so dirty and so good at the same time. More than anything, I kept remembering the time I had leaned forward as Anna licked my cunt and saw my father's cock pounding in and out of Anna's tiny hole. It was so big, not just long, but bigger around than my wrist. And when he orgasmed, he'd thrust my head down so that it touched my face as it sprayed warm semen all over me. And afterward, he'd used the tip of his penis to rub the sticky seed across my cheeks, chin, and lips. Why was I getting turned on by the memory? Deep down, it had to be wrong for a father to cum in his daughter's face, but my body didn't care. He'd rubbed his penis across my lips and had even made me swallow a glob of semen that had landed on my breast. I was torn between wanting it to happen again, and fearing that it would. Despite myself, I thought more and more of my father's cock and of the way he'd touched me. I wondered how it would feel for him to suck my nipples and my pussy. I wondered what it would be like to feel his cock sliding in and out of me. In my dreams, my mouth was wrapped around his swollen dick, and I was cleaning my own juices off of him. How had Daddy's cock made Anna feel? She seemed to like it—a lot. I'd planned to ask Anna what it felt like, but Daddy hadn't finished with her by the time I'd gone to bed. In fact, Uncle Peter had slipped into Daddy's office once I'd left and closed the door behind him. The clock read 2:14 when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I bolted up right, yanking my fingers away from my wet pussy where I'd been pleasuring myself. Another knock had me hurrying across my darkened room to my closet door for a robe that hung from a hook. It was new, like the rest of my wardrobe; something my parents had bought me for my eighteenth birthday. They said it was time to dress like an adult, so they threw out all my old clothes, and bought me more ladylike things. I hadn't had time to look through them because my party had started as soon as I'd arrived home, but I remembered my mother telling me where to find the essentials such as underwear, nightgowns, and robes. It was a good thing she'd mentioned the robe, because as soon as I'd opened the drawer with my nightgowns, my jaw fell open. The scraps of fabric were like nothing I'd seen before. There were gowns that looked like short slips made of satin, lace, spandex, and mesh, some sheer garments that looked like stockings...for your whole body, and things that looked like they were made of a few strips of fabric that in no way could cover you. There were also several things that looked like fancy bras and corsets, but without the beast cup. My tits would be pushed up high, but on full display. Before bed, I spent at least a half hour trying on the different "nightgowns", feeling sexy in all of them. The one I had chosen for bed was white satin and lace and was the most modest of my choices. It looked like a slip but was so short that the bottom of my butt cheeks were exposed, and the thin strips of fabric that were supposed to cover my breasts, covered only the middle of each breast. As I tossed and turned in bed, my tits slid from under the fabric and my nipples peaked out the sides. I didn't care; I felt sexy, like Anna had in her blue dress. The tiny white thong that went with it was so small, I forgot I wore anything at all. Opening my bedroom door, I was happy for the white robe that fell just a few inches beneath my rear. Uncle Peter stood before me, still wearing the clothes he'd worn to the party. He looked me over, then cleared his throat. "Sleeping while your father and I finish up your party?" He asked, his tone impatient. "Daddy told me to get ready for bed," I stammered, pulling my robe tighter as my uncle's eyes lingered on my breasts. "Did he now? And are you ready for bed? Because after your father finally got the last guest to leave, he's in a foul mood. He's expecting you to follow the rules, Lyla. You don't want to disappoint him, do you?" "I—I am following the rules. I'm in bed, trying to sleep, just like he told me to do." Uncle Peter scoffed. "Your first day back and you're already messing up. You're eighteen now, Lyla. A grown woman. You need to start acting like one." "What do you mean? I thought I was—" "You're mother is out of town, which makes you the lady of the house. Do you honestly expect a man of your father's standing to sleep alone? You are now in charge of warming his bed," Uncle Peter said impatiently. "No Order man should have to sleep alone in a cold bed. It's your responsibility to sleep beside him and keep him comfortable." "I—I didn't know that rule. No one ever told me I was supposed to spend the night in his bed when mother left." It didn't exactly make sense to me. If Daddy was cold, why didn't he just use an extra blanket? "You didn't know you are responsible of keeping the men in your home comfortable?" Uncle Peter asked, sarcastically. "Well, yes, I know I'm supposed to keep them comfortable but... I thought that applied to taking care of things around the house. Cleaning, cooking, keeping his wet bar filled---not keeping his bed warm." "You have servants for that. You're job is about more than petty housework, Lyla. And if you don't want to get in trouble, you'd better get to your father's room before he finishes his shower. He's already mad about the party. You don't want him to punish you on your first night, do you?" "No, I'll—" my eyes widened as I remembered what I wore underneath my robe. I couldn't sleep next to Daddy in something that didn't cover me. But the tiny gown I wore was the most concealing of all the nightclothes I now owned. "You look wonderful, Lyla," Uncle Peter said looking back to my chest. His voice had softened as if he could read my thoughts. "You're father will be pleased." I looked down, wondering how he could possibly say such things....until I realized the robe I wore was a see-through white mesh that revealed every inch of what lay underneath. In the darkness of my bedroom, I hadn't noticed it was sheer. The tight hold I had on my robe had bunched the fabric of my nightgown so that not only were my breasts pushed together but my right nipple was completely exposed, gleaming through the translucent material. Horrified, I tried to cover myself with my hands, but Uncle Peter reached out and stopped me. "Lyla, I told you earlier that you have to be comfortable with your body. Never cover yourself in front of a man. It's an insult that could get you disciplined." He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to my sides. The robe fell open and he gazed hungrily at my body. The gown didn't budge and my exposed nipple stuck straight out, hardening before his eyes. His grip on my wrists tightened and his breathing became heavy. When I glanced down, trying to look away from his lust filled gaze, I saw a bulge rising in his pants. My uncle was growing an erection at the sight of me. For some reason, it scared me. Uncle Peter seemed so nice sometimes, and so harsh other times. Even now, his grip on my wrists was painful. He made me nervous and uncomfortable, and even a little scared. Suddenly, he dropped my arms, "Come on, I'll walk you to your father's room. He should be finishing his shower shortly. He'll be angry if he gets out and you aren't there." When we reached my parent's bedroom, Uncle Peter instructed me to leave my robe on a chair and crawl into Daddy's big, king sized bed to wait for him. When I had done as he'd asked--and he'd caught a glimpse of my rear as I climbed into bed--he left, shutting the door behind him. I could hear the shower running through the closed bathroom door and wondered if I was supposed to stay awake and wait for him, or go to sleep now. Not that I could sleep. My mind was going a mile a minute, thinking about what it would be like to sleep beside him. I'd have to sleep on my side and keep my back to him in case my breasts slid out from my gown again. It was going to be a long night. By the time Daddy emerged from the bathroom, I was resting comfortably under the covers, hidden from his view by the thick blankets. For a moment, I thought about pretending to be asleep but quickly decided against it. My father rubbed a towel over his blond hair, drying it off as best he could as he walked from the steamy room. He was naked and the faint lamp light cast soft shadows across his skin. When he saw me, he smiled and moved toward the bed, tossing the towel carelessly back into the bathroom. A shiver snaked its way up my spine as he slipped into bed next to me. Would he touch me? Would he make me touch him? An hour ago, I'd been reliving our night together and fantasizing about spending more time with him. I'd wanted him to taste between my legs. I'd wanted to take him into my mouth. I imagined him pushing his cock into my pussy the way he'd thrust it into Anna's. But now, as I lay mostly naked beside him, I was afraid I'd get my wish. Before I could worry much more, Anna walked into the room from the hallway. She strode into the room dressed in purple thong and matching bra—only, the kind of bra that I'd seen in my drawer. One without the breast cup. A band of material was fastened under her tits and around her back, but her large chest was propped up on display, her dark nipples hard little centerpieces. Her perfect smile caught the light as she giggled at my father and spun around in a circle. "Well, Max? What do you think?" she asked, showing off the look by shaking her chest back and forth. "I wore one of your favorites..." "You look amazing, as always," my father said, beckoning her forward. "Now turn off the light and come to bed, baby. I'm exhausted." Daddy scooted closer to me, into the center of the bed, and after turning off the light, Anna slipped in on the other side of him. Daddy was laying on his back, the covers pulled up to his waist and his erection tenting the blankets. Anna turn to lay against him, draping her leg over his. Her hand snuck beneath the blankets and I could see her grab his cock before starting to move her fist up and down. My father let out a groan and his hand reached out and grabbed my leg. His fingers dug into the sensitive skin on my thigh and I inhaled sharply. Daddy turned to me, and I could see the lust in his eyes. He moved his hand and pushed it under my back, then pulled me up and to him so that my chest was in his face. The movement pulled the blankets away and twisted my gown. Again, my breast slipped free. He didn't waste any time. His lips clamped down on my nipple and he sucked, gently at first, before I felt his teeth scrape the sensitive bud. I heard myself moan and Daddy pulled me tighter against him, sucking harder at my chest. Vaguely, I noticed Anna moving down my father's body, pushing the blankets to the side as she slid past his waist. He growled something around my nipple and his fingers dug into my skin. Anna was swirling her tongue around the tip of my father's cock like it was an ice-cream cone. My mouth parted as I watched her lick his dick, and my daddy's teeth sank harder into my nipple. I hissed in pain, and his free hand came around and smacked into my other tit. "Do you like that, Lyla?" he asked, his words muffled against my breast. "Do you like Daddy's mouth on your tit?" "Mmm," I replied, feeling myself grow wet between my legs. His crude words drove a tingle down from my belly button to my core. Smack! He slapped my breast again, harder than before. My skin stung as he said, "That's no way to speak to a man. Tell me what you like, baby." "I like...I like your..." saying the words was embarrassing. "I like your..." Smack! His palm came down again, even harder. I looked down to see a red, handprint shaped mark across my breast. "Say it, Lyla. Tell me what you like." "I like your mouth on my breast," I spit out. "Do you like it when Daddy sucks your tittie, Baby?" He said, biting the hard tip as he waited for my reply. "Yes," I answered, then felt his tongue swirl circles around my nipple. "I like when you lick my nipples." "I like licking your nipples too," he said. "Now it's time for you to help Anna lick me, okay Baby?" Before I had a chance to answer, he grabbed my hair and pushed me down so that I was next to Anna, staring at my father's dick. "Lyla, get between Daddy's legs," he said, spreading his legs for me. Anna still knelt at his side, her mouth working my father's cock. Unsure and nervous of what I was supposed to do, I slowly crawled between his legs. "Good girl. Now bend down and lick your daddy's balls." Surprised, I stared wide-eyed at the round sack between his legs. It was drawn up tight against him and, instinctively, I pulled away, unsure of what was happening. I'd wanted to taste between his legs earlier, but now, I wished I could take back my fantasies. I didn't want to lick him and I was afraid of what else he would want me to do. "Lyla," my father said, his voice sharp. "Bend down and lick Daddy's balls." Afraid to disobey, I bent down until his sack was just inches from my face. Max: I felt her tongue flick the skin of my sack and I almost came. My innocent, naïve daughter was kneeling between my legs, licking my nuts while my twenty-two year old mistress sucked my cock. I wished I had thought to put a camera on us. Maybe tomorrow, I told myself. For now, I felt my orgasm build as I watched my two little sluts suck me off. The Viagra I'd taken earlier was really keeping me hard. It would be fun to spoon Lyla all night. She wouldn't be able to sleep with a stiff cock nestled between her ass cheeks. It would be good for her training. She'd be forced to think about my dick and the more she thought about it, the more she'd want it. "Oh yeah, that's a good girl, Lyla. Suck Daddy's nutsack, baby," I moaned, rocking my cock faster into Anna's mouth. A few minutes later, I felt my orgasm hit. I pushed Anna up and aimed my dick at her tits. This was a fantasy I'd had for a while now, and tonight was the perfect time to act on it. As the white ropes hit her rack, she rubbed the cum into her cleavage and around her nipples. I pushed her down next to me and looked to my daughter. "Lyla, do you remember the lesson I taught you earlier about cum?" I asked, looking from her to Anna's cum covered jugs. "Yes," she said, her eyes flicking up to Anna. "You said that it should never go to waste." "That's right," I said. "So now you have to lick all that cum off of Anna's tits." She looked at me, then at Anna. "Don't you like licking Anna's titties, Baby? You liked them before." "Yes, Dad," she said hesitantly. "Then go on, lick them again. Clean all Daddy's spunk off her. You remember tasting my cum earlier." Once again, Lyla bent forward and licked her tongue along Anna's right breast, cleverly avoiding the white cream that snaked across Anna's large tits. I lay back, content to watch my daughter struggle with licking my jizz from Anna's chest. It was an amazing sight, being a tit-man as I am. Unable to avoid it any longer, Lyla finally flicked her tongue across Anna's cum covered nipple. Anna moaned and arched her body, prodding Lyla on. My daughter licked again, this time swirling her tongue and spreading my seed across the other girl's skin. Anna purred low in her throat then grabbed Lyla behind her head and smashed my little girl's face into her tits, moving it back and forth, smearing my cream across her pale skin. My cock twitched at the sight and I reached down to stroke myself. Anna was a sex kitten, always horny and ready to go. She pulled Lyla's head up and licked her tongue across her cheeks, lapping up the remaining cum before kissing Lyla hard on her mouth. Her tongue dove between my daughter's lips and Lyla hesitated only a moment before relaxing and allowing Anna access to her mouth. After a few more moments, Lyla began to kiss back, her tongue darting out and dancing in tune to Anna's. I laughed, proud of my daughter's progress. "Now Anna, I only asked for Lyla to lick my cum from your rack, not for you to suck face." Anna pulled away, smiling sheepishly at me. "Sorry, Max. You're daughter's just so sexy, I couldn't help myself." "She is, isn't she," I replied, reaching out and tweaking Lyla's exposed nipple. She jumped, then adjusted her gown, effectively hiding her nipples from sight. "But it's time for bed girls. We have a busy day ahead of us." I pulled the blankets up and lay down, while the girls did the same on either side of me. I turned on my side, facing Lyla. She had also turned on her side, facing away from me, giving me the perfect access to spoon her small body. My cock had grown semi hard while watching the two of them and I pulled her against me, positioning the head between her legs and against her soft core. Her thong was wet and I flexed my hardon, pushing the material up her hole. She froze while her muscles clenched around the tip of my dick. I laughed to myself. I wouldn't take her tonight, but I wanted her to feel my member against pussy. While she was still frozen in fear, I slipped my hand into her gown and cupped her breast. The Order: Training Lyla Pt. 03 Chapter 5: Training with the Girls Lyla: After I'd recovered, Daddy and Uncle Peter left me alone with Nikki, saying that I needed to spend the day training before my punishment later that night. I was scared to be punished. I knew I shouldn't have fought Daddy when he'd pushed his cock down my throat, but it was so big I was gagging. I couldn't help it; it was a reaction to try and push him off. But Nikki said it didn't matter. She said that a good Order woman learns to control her reactions so that she never offends a man. We met up with Anna in the kitchen where she was making something called a mimosa. She said it was to toast my first day of training. We sat around the kitchen table, drinking and Anna started talking about how to give a proper blowjob. She even grabbed a cucumber from the fridge and used it for an example. "Watch your teeth," she'd said as she pushed the cucumber into her mouth. "If you tilt you head back, you can get the whole cock down your throat. You just have to learn to control your gag reflex as best as you can. The men like to hear you gag some, but not the whole time you're on their dick. Sometimes, if you don't gag for a while, they'll start thrusting and pounding really hard to try and make you gag. Pay attention and give them what they want. Above all else, never try to push them off. You'll get punished for that." "She knows," Nikki said. "She scratched Max today while his was face fucking her. She's being punished tonight." "Oh it's too bad he didn't wait until after you trained with me and Nikki to make you suck him," Anna said sympathetically. "It'll be okay though. Max will take that into consideration when punishing you. It won't be too bad." "And don't worry, Lyla," Nikki said. "We're going to practice with the cucumber until you get the hang of it." "Actually we'll be practicing a lot of things today," Anna said. "You're dad wants you to know all the basics." "Basics?" I asked. "Yep, and since you two already came this morning, I get to go first!" Anna said, downing her drink before propping herself up on the table. She pulled off her tank top and her DDs bounced free. She wasn't wearing a bra. Leaning back against the table top, she spread her legs. The black skirt she wore fell away to expose her bare pussy. "Max wants you to learn how to eat pussy so you can have group sex with other girls. You're first lesson will be to make me cum." "I'm supposed to... to lick your..." I stammered. "Her cunt, hon," Nikki finished. "Just like I ate yours last night," Anna added. "You'll use your fingers too. And hell, you can even use the cucumber on me. Just hearing you guys getting pounded in the next room had my pussy dripping. After we're done with this, we'll blow the cucumber." "No need for a cucumber. I'll go get the toy chest. We should practice with dildos; they're at least shaped like a cock," Nikki said. "Last, we'll cover etiquette." "Etiquette?" I asked. "It covers how to behave when a man walks into a room or when a group of men walk into a room. And what to do when you visit another Order member's house, you know, that kind of stuff. Everything you need to know about being a proper Order woman," Nikki replied. "But first we're going to learn how to eat pussy, so get over here," Anna said impatiently, already rubbing her nipple. I spent an hour with my face between Anna's legs, learning to flick my tongue across her clit, push my tongue into her cunt, and even how to eat her asshole. Nikki had even knelt between my legs to show me what everything felt like, so I knew exactly what my tongue was making Anna feel. When I pushed my finger into Anna's pussy while licking her clit, Anna moaned and writhed at my touch. I felt powerful; I was making her feel this way. Her hole gripped my finger tightly, but I wanted to give her more. Without being told, I pushed a second finger into her cunt and Anna rolled her hips up and down. "She's close to cumming," Nikki said, looking down. "Push your thumb up her ass." I did and Anna went crazy. She bucked her hips then cried out. When Anna finally stood, she went to the wooden chest Nikki had retrieved earlier and took out a long, thick, purple colored object that resembled a penis. Smiling, Anna pushed a button on the end and it started to shake and buzz in Anna's hand. "This chest holds all the sex toys you could ever want. Your dad keeps one like it under each bed in the house. This toy is a vibrator, and it can be your best friend," Anna grinned. "I'm going to show you what it looks like to fuck a pussy with it. It's shaped to be similar to a man's cock, but with the added bonus of the vibrations." "I—I don't—I've never," I stammered, afraid that Anna plans to push that thing up my pussy. "Don't worry, Lyla," Anna says with a laugh. "We aren't going to fuck you with it. Hell, your dad would kill us if we took your virginity. It's Nikki's turn to be the show and tell." "Let's move out by the pool. It feels great out there and the lounge chairs are much more comfortable than a breakfast table," Nikki said, bending down to pick up the wooden chest. We followed Nikki outside and placed the chest on small table between a row of lounge chairs. Nikki pushed her skirt off and pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it on the ground beside the chair. She was completely naked in my family backyard. Anyone on the grounds could see her, but she was unashamed. She lay down on the lounge chair and spread her legs, looking from Anna to me. "Alright girls, I need a good hard fuck," she said, glancing at the chest on the table beside her. "Use me however you like." Anna grinned. "See how willing she is to be used? That is how an Order woman should be. Ready and willing. Horny enough to take any kinky game a man wants to play; slutty enough to take any cock that's thrust in her direction." Anna opened the lid of the chest and Lyla looked inside. Strapped to the underside of the lid were several bottle of liquid. Inside the chest were rows of penis shaped objects, made from different colors and materials, and lengths and girths. Some looked to be glass; others were hard plastic. Some looked like flesh, cream colored or dark chocolate, others were pink or blue or purple. Some had a penis shaped head on both ends. Some had straps attached to them. There were beads and cone shaped objects, even clamps with thin chains. Scarves and a riding crop, handcuffs, and rope. Anna spent a several minutes picking up different objects and telling her what they were called and what they were used for. Dildos and vibrators, double sided dongs, rabbits, strap-ons, a strap on venus butterfly—one with and one without a dong—, butt plugs, anal beads, ball gags, a paddle, bondage cuffs, and a few things that I couldn't remember. "For this exercise, pretend that every dildo and vibrator is a man's cock," Anna said, pulling out a veined, flesh colored dong and a very thick, cream-colored strap-on. She set it on an empty lounge chair beside the purple vibrator she'd pulled out in the kitchen. Next, she retrieved a bottle of liquid strapped to the chest's lid. "We may need lube a little later. Better to be prepared and have it ready." "Hurry up, Anna," Nikki complained. "I'm horny as hell from watching you get off ten times in the kitchen." Anna laughed. "Alright Lyla. Get on top and start kissing her, playing with her tits. You want to turn her on and get her pussy juices flowing." Yesterday I would have hesitated, but today was different. I had become closer to these two women than I had with anyone at school. I knelt down, half beside Nikki and half on top of her and brushed my lips across hers, touching my tongue to her lips for the first time. She lips were smaller than Anna's but softer. Her tongue touched mine lightly, the tip as soft as a paintbrush. Where Anna was plump lips, big tits, and round ass, Nikkis was slender elegance. Her tits were maybe a C cup, the nipples hard and beaded. Her tiny waist led to hips that begged to be held and long legs that parted as our kiss deepened and my hand found its way to her breast. Our kiss was different from the one I had shared with Anna. With Anna, it had been a frenzy of passion and obedience. My father had instructed us to kiss and we had. We'd enjoyed it. But Nikki's kiss was tender and deep, a kiss of our own making and not of my father's. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and Nikki moaned in her throat. I left her mouth and went to her nipple, tasting it with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth. One hand fondled her breast while the other slid down her waist and to her mound, finding her clit and rubbing small circles around it. A few minutes later, my mouth followed and my tongue flicked against her pink flesh. She sucked in hair and widened her legs for me. I swirled my tongue over her clit and down to her pussy hole. Beads of cream dotted the entrance to her cunt and I licked it up and around, smearing it over her swollen flesh. Before I could push my tongue into her slit, Anna pulled me away. "Good job, Lyla. She's ready. Now remember, each of these vibrators is a man's cock," Anna said, picking up the purple vibrator and placing it was Nikki's hole. After turning the vibrations on, Anna slowly pushed the purple tip into Nikki's parted cunt. Within seconds, the vibrator was deep inside her. Anna withdrew the pushed it back inside, using steady thrusts. Nikki groaned, her eyes now closed, her body adjusting to the objects inside her. "Oh that's good," Nikki breathed. Anna picked up the pace, pulling out further and pushing in deeper. "Who's fucking you Nikki? Who's cock is in your pussy?" "Hmm, Max. He's got a great cock," Nikki said, not opening her eyes. Anna continued to fuck her pussy for a few more minutes before taking my hand and placing it on the vibrator, gesturing for me to take over. I pulled the vibrator from Nikki's cunt, watching as her muscles gripped it, trying to pull it back inside. When I pushed it back into her, a little harder than before, Nikki moaned in pleasure. I wet my finger with juices around her hole and began to rub her swollen clit as I slid the cock into her again, harder than the last time. I looked up to see Anna holding the veined dong up near Nikki's face. "Nikki," Anna said. "There a cock here that needs to be sucked." Nikki's eyes parted and she reached for it, pulling the dong to her lips and taking it into her mouth, sucking it in and out. Anna moved back beside me, whispering, "You always have to be prepared to please more than one man at the same time. If one hole is occupied, they'll find another. You must be open and willing to do whatever they want. Relax, and let yourself enjoy it. "But you can't always enjoy it," I can't help but say. "There are so many men in the Order. And if they want you, you have to please then, right?" "Well yes, depending on their place within the Order and your husband or father. You're family is very high up in the ranks so you won't have to sleep with most of the people we have to," she said, gesturing to herself and Nikki, "unless your father tells you to, of course. But you're right, we don't always enjoy it. Sometimes, you have to fake it—both for them and for yourself. The more orgasms you have the more you will enjoy sex. Even if they don't want to use you everyday, make yourself orgasm at least once a day to keep your sex drive up." "Everyday?" I ask, pausing in my strokes. "Don't stop," Nikki groaned past the dong in her mouth. I was impressed, she sucked it like it was a real cock. I thrust the vibrator back into her and Nikki relaxed. "Everyday, though you probably won't have to worry about that for several years," Anna said, reaching for the strap on beside her. She pulled my skirt down then fitted the straps around my legs and waist. The dong jutted straight out. "Perfect," Anna said, taking the vibrator from my hand. She gave a few quick thrusts before looking to me. "I know you were awake last night. You heard your father fuck me." I thought about lying but knew it wouldn't matter. "Yes. He...stuck it in your ass." "That's right, and they'll want to fuck your ass too," she said, then looked back to where she pumped the vibrator in and out of Nikki's pussy. As she pulled out the cock, Nikki's juices covered its length and her pussy hole gaped open, wanting more. Anna pushed the tip down so that it pressed against Nikki's puckered anus. When she pushed harder, the vibrator sank into Nikki's asshole, the skin stretching to accommodate the thick shaft. Nikki made a sound in her throat, not quite pleasure not quite pain, and shifted to allow the cock to sink into her further—all the while sucking on the dong in her mouth. When Anna had pushed the vibrator in as far as it would go, she pulled out until only the tip remained inside, then pushed it back in, making Nikki groan. Each thrust was faster than the last until Anna's arms was pumping furiously back and forth. Nikki squirmed against the cushion, moaning desperately as the dong slid further and further down her throat and up her ass. "Alright, Lyla," Anna said. She pushed the vibrator up Nikki's ass and left it there, holding it in place with her hand as she moved aside to give me space. "Get down and push the tip of the strap-on into her cunt. It's bigger around than the vibrator so it's going to be a tight fit. Go slowly, rocking in and out until the whole shaft is inside of her. Once you sink it all the way inside, fuck her hard and fast. I won't move the vibrator that's up her ass until you're driving that cock in and out of her fuckhole, okay?" I nodded, looking down at the blunt tip of the strap-on that's attached around my waist. Anna was right, this cock was bigger than the other one. So thick in fact that I doubted I could close my hand around it and still feel my fingers. "Here, lube it up," Anna said, handing me the bottle of lubricant. "Once there's a cock in both holes, she won't be able to keep from cumming. Just keep fucking her, even after she cums. We'll keep going and make her cum again." I nodded, even as I squirted the slippery liquid onto my hand and slid it around the dong, making sure it was covered. Anna pushed Nikki's legs further apart and nodded for me to begin. Lowering myself to the cushions, I rubbed the tip of the cock along Nikki's swollen slit, staring because even though there was a thick vibrator shoved up her anus, her pussy hole was still trying to suck in the head of the other dong—a fatter dong than the one she had already taken. "Go on," Anna whispered to me. "Push it up her fuckhole. Don't you want that fat cock rammed up your cunt, Nikki? Do it, Lyla, fuck her hard." The dirty words sent a jolt through me. My pussy started throbbing again and I wished that Anna would touch between my legs. I pushed the dong into the parted slit, watching as her pussylips it stretched around the cock. But I felt resistance as I tried to push further; the cock was too big. Nikki whined low in her throat and squirmed at the pressure in both her ass and pussy. "Don't stop," Anna said. "It'll fit. Just keep going. Look at her squirm around it; she needs it inside of her." I actually thought Nikki was squirming to get away from the monster dong that was stretching her hole, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I did as I was told and pushed harder, leaning forward to let gravity help sink the head of the cock into Nikki's tight pussy. Nikki moaned as the head finally sank inside of her. I pulled out, just barely, then plunged back into her, harder than before and going deeper. In and out, I thrust, slowly burying the shaft into her cunt, making her whine with every movement. "Almost there," Anna said with a smile. "Keep going, a little faster now." I did as she said until the whole shaft was buried into of Nikki's pussy. Now was when the fucking began. I pulled out quickly then plunged back inside, over and over and again, fucking just as hard as Anna had told me to. Anna began to move the vibrator in small circles, and Nikki began to writh and moan like I'd never seen her do before. I knew she was close, so I put my finger back to her clit and rubbed while Anna reached up and smacked Nikki's tit. "She's close," Anna whispered. "It doesn't take long when you're being used like this. Nikki, do you like being fucked by three cocks?" Nikki moaned something around the dong in her mouth that sounded like a yes, even and she rolled her hips to the cocks inside her cunt and ass. "Faster Lyla, fuck her faster and sink it in deep," Anna coached, jerking the vibrator back and forth inside Nikki's asshole. "Now say something Lyla, something dirty. Men like it when you talk dirty." I wasn't exactly comfortable talking dirty but I tried my best, "Do you like that cock up your ass, Nikki?" I asked, feeling deliciously naughty. "And this fat dick slamming into your cunt?" "Mmm," Nikki moaned. "Mmm." "Here, take this and move it in sharp turns," Anna said, placing my hand on the vibrator and moving away. I watched as she stripped off her clothes then moved to straddle Nikki's face. She pulled the dong from Nikki's mouth and lowed herself. Nikki grabbed on and pulled Anna's down so that she was sitting on her mouth. I couldn't see, but I knew from the look on Anna's face that she was getting her pussy eaten for a second time this morning. Jealously flared inside of me. I wanted to orgasm. They both used each other and made me pleasure them, but no one was licking my pussy or pushing dildos up my hole. I looked back down and slammed the dong so hard into Nikki's cunt that I thought I might have hurt her. I looked up and saw Anna playing with Nikki's nipples. I slammed into her again and Anna nodded for me to keep going. I rammed again and again, stretching Nikki's hole wide as I began shoving the vibrator in and out of her ass just as hard. Nikki began to shake and buck against the invasion and I kept going, faster than I thought I could move. Suddenly, Nikki erupted, a clear liquid squirting from her cunt and covering the dongs, the cushions, and my legs. "Oh yeah, squirt for Lyla. She fucked you so good," Anna purred. "Pull the vibrator out and try fucking her ass with the strap-on." I pulled the purple vibrator from her rear and tossed it on the chair beside me, then withdrew the thick dong from her cunt and squirted more lube on it. If it barely fit in her cunt, how would it fit in her ass? I didn't much care. I was horny from watching them cum all morning and wanted someone to make me orgasm. I pushed Nikki's leg back and threw myself—and the strap-on—hard against her gaping asshole, forcing it inside and shoving it in as far as it would go. Nikki must have screamed because I heard a muffled shriek from beneath Anna's ass, but Anna pushed herself down further onto Nikki's face. She slapped Nikki's tit hard enough to leave a mark and grinned up at me. "You like it rough, do you Lyla?" she said. "Well go on, let's fuck her rough." Then she pinched Nikki's nipple and smacked her breast again. "Take that cock, Nikki," Anna ordered. "Take it all the way up your shit hole." Spurred on by Anna's encouragement, I slammed into Nikki's ass harder and harder, faster and faster. "Oh God," Anna groaned. "Oh fuck...I'm cumming." As she rolled her pussy back and forth over Nikki's face with her orgasm, I reached down shoved two of my fingers into Nikki's pussy, then rubbed my thumb over her clit, all the while pounding the dong in and out of her ass. A few moments later, Nikki bucked and I slammed the cock inside her one last time, holding it still while she impaled herself on it and cum squirted from her cunt and covered me again.