9 comments/ 49124 views/ 9 favorites Caught Peeping Ch. 02 By: Darkinside AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hadn't originally planned a second part, but a reader convinced me more was needed, and when I began to think about it, it just created itself, practically. Thanks for the inspiration, Cassidy. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading, and civil comments welcome. PART TWO – The next morning, and how it is now. I padded on bare feet through the silent kitchen. Dad was out already, playing golf I think; I had heard him stirring around the house. I'd stayed quiet in my bed, closing my eyes every time he passed my door in the hallway, in case he looked in on me, terrified of seeing him, of what had happened, of what might happen. I made a pot of coffee, careful to be very quiet lest I wake my mother. I was afraid to face her, too. I eyed the tall chair at the breakfast nook and considered it. But no, I knew my ass was too sore for that. The immediate searing pain had dissipated soon after the spanking had stopped last night, but it was still very sore; I had checked it in the mirror in my room before coming downstairs. Still red, and some bruising, including a few shaped like Dad's spread fingers. I touched the flesh gingerly, stroking my fingers over the thin satin pajama shorts I wore, remembering. My pussy leaked as the memories flooded through me. My clit still throbbed, despite feeling raw from all the rubbing I had done last night. And while I was taking inventory, that thing under my tongue was sore, too, from stretching across my lower teeth. Remembering what I had done with my tongue made me flush with dread and excitement. Embarrassment took me, and I blushed to my toes, I think. My skin prickled it got so hot. I tried to process what had happened- no, WHY it had happened. God, I was so ashamed, and terrified of my body's craving, my mental weakness and surrender. Everything had turned so quickly. I had gotten careless in my voyeurism, and I had paid the price. And God help me, I had wallowed in the payment. One moment I was watching their game and the next moment I was in it, the center of it, Mom scolding, Dad punishing. And me; submitting. The coffee finished brewing and I made a cup, turning to look longingly at the chair, and leaned against the counter instead. I nearly spilled my coffee when I sprung off; even that was too much for my tender ass cheeks. I sighed, and stood, and sipped. And while I was still alone, I considered. Eventually, I knew, Mom would come downstairs. What then? Would she pretend it didn't happen? Would we chat politely, as mother and daughter, ignoring the elephant in the room as I fought to deny my throbbing clit and leaking cunt? Would she punish me again, driving the lesson home? Or would she give me what I really deserved? What I wanted, I admitted to myself, tightening my grip on my coffee mug. My body suddenly felt like it might fly away from me, exploding in a body sized tremor, and I held the cup for safety, as though it were an anchor to keep me grounded. Would she use me, talk down to me, make me do things? Would she see through my resistance, as she had last night, see the real me inside, the me that wanted and desired and needed? A girl can dream. Lost in my thoughts, I nearly leaped out of my skin when I heard her voice. "Good morning, Jules." I felt a little of the coffee splash over the side of the mug, running across my gripping fingers. I looked down to see a few caramel colored drops on the floor near my bare feet. In the cup, the coffee rippled in circles inside the cup as I trembled, and I struggled for breath as I tried to steady my nerves, staring at the cup, my hair hanging in my face. My world shrunk to the rippling coffee, the warm cup, my shaking hands. And under my long, loose tee shirt, my nipples hardened and jutted from my breasts and my crotch was on fire, liquid spilling from me. I thought I could smell my arousal over the coffee scent. "Well? Nothing to say?" I couldn't turn to face her, couldn't look up; frozen to the spot, my head down. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked, and I heard her move behind me, and I inhaled sharply as she neared, but she passed and sat in one of the tall chairs. "Get me a coffee, if you've got nothing to say." It would be this way; then. A wave of relief swept thought me at the chance of something to do, an activity to distract me, and the opportunity to do as she ordered. I put my own coffee on the counter and prepared a mug for her; when it was done I carried it carefully to the table and set it down before her, never looking up, not looking at her, afraid of what I would feel if my eyes met hers. I stepped back from the table, but she grabbed my forearm and held me. I froze. "I said good morning, Julianne," she stated firmly. Her fingers were warm and tight on my arm. "G- G- good morning," I managed. "Mom," I added. "Come here," she said, pulling me by my arm as I shuffled closer, heat spreading from my pussy through my body. Oh, please, please, I thought. Please don't. Oh, please, do. Her hand released me and moved to the side of my head. "Look at me, Julianne," she whispered, but there was no gentleness in her words. I lifted my head, and her hand brushed the hair from my face, tucking it behind an ear. My eyes travelled up to see her face, looking at mine, evaluating and assessing. "You're far too pretty to hide your face," she said. There was only a little tenderness in her voice, but it was enough to touch me, and I melted with her admiration. "Don't ever hide it from me, understand?" My eyes met hers and I felt myself falling into them, seeing the look on her face, the recognition, the KNOWING I had seen last night. "I want to be able to see your face, always," she said. Then her fingers twined themselves in the hair at my temple and I watched her eyes brighten and darken at the same time as her fingers tightened, gripping my hair, and then she was pulling my head to her. I gasped for breath as she pulled me to her, and my eyes closed as I felt her lips on mine, her tongue pressing into my mouth, taking my kiss from me. And I gave it to her. Oh, I kissed her, I tasted her toothpaste, felt her wet tongue against mine, dancing and teasing, exploring my mouth, delving into my desire and inhaling my willing submission to her. I heard a moan and realized it was my own, and I struggled for breath as I salivated on her lips, my mouth as wet as my pussy. I felt her lips form a smile on mine, and I knew that she knew. She had me. And I wanted her to. Wanted her to know me, to have me for her own. "I always want to see your pretty face," she repeated. "At my breast, sucking my nipples," she added hotly, kissing my cheek, my neck, my ear. "I want to see it between my legs, stare into your eyes as you lick me," she whispered adoringly, "I want to see it with your mouth stuffed with your father's cock, eyes desperate and pleading as he chokes you," she added, raining kisses on me. Her hand was in my hair, stroking. "I want to see your eyes open as you cum for me." My entire body trembled, and I moaned. She pushed me back sternly, and sneered. "You slut," she spit, "kissing your own mother." The hand that was in my hair went quickly between my legs and pressed the loose fabric between my wet labia, forcing into me. "God, you're on fire, you disgusting cunt," she admonished, her words making me quiver. Her fingers burrowed inside me, stopped only by the crotch of my pajama shorts, her upturned palm pressing my clit, and I stood there, looking at her and trembling as an orgasm grew inside me, threatening to explode. Then she pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge, panting with desire. She picked up her coffee cup and sipped. "Do it yourself, cunt," she said, and sipped again. I froze and stared at her. She put the cup down and angled her head at me. "Well? Are you deaf? Get busy; get your fingers in your pussy and make yourself cum, now!" My mouth opened in shock, but my hands were already between my legs, one slipping inside the waistband as the other pulled them down, and I stood there as she watched me, my pajama shorts at the bottom of my thighs as one hand held my pussy open and the other pushed two fingers inside, the juices spilling out. My eyes were locked on her; she watched as I fingered my cunt at her command, and I breathed heavily, panting at my weakness, my willingness. I gasped as the heel of my hand pressed against my clit, and moaned loudly as the fingers forced themselves deeper inside. I watched my mother as her eyes narrowed and left my face and stared at my hands, busy at my pussy. My hard little button surged against my hand. My mother was staring at my bared cunt, and I felt shame rush through me as I did her bidding. She lifted her mug casually. "Filthy perverted slut, you are," she sneered derisively, and my pulse rushed at her words. "Finger your cunt, slut. Fuck yourself, right here in the kitchen. Look at you, your pants pulled down, showing Mommy your wet cunt!" My urges grew with her taunting and I felt my climax, building all morning, rush furiously inside me. "Cum for me, slut, make your cunt cum for Mommy!" My mouth opened and my head fell back and I exploded in glorious electrifying delirium, spasms shaking my legs as I stood there, pajama shorts down at my ankles now, knees apart, juices spilling over my fingers. I clenched my thighs, trying to stop my own hand, but kept rubbing myself as I came. I began sputtering noises, my tits shaking on my chest, and still my hand fucked me, independent of my will. My climax receded, then climbed again, and I dropped to my knees, spread my thighs and in glorious overwhelming release squirted cum out of my cunt. My eyes filled with glaring lights until I couldn't see, and I lost control of my body, shaking and trembling as my body released its fluid. I was pulled from my ecstasy by her hand, grabbing my hair as I collapsed forward, and felt her pushing me, face first, into the floor. "Fucking slut!" she bellowed, "you fucking squirted on me!" My face was pressed sideways on the floor in a pool of my squirt. Her feet were wet in the corner of my vision. "Look at the fucking mess you made!" She smeared my face in the cooling pool. "Clean it up, cunt!" she shouted, pressing my face down, and without thinking my tongue emerged, lapping my juices from the floor. When she pressed harder I pursed my lips and sucked the pool from the floor. I felt delirious and complete. After a few seconds she released me, and helped me sit up. Still shaking, I sat uneasily on the floor, legs spread, shorts tangled around one ankle, my sore butt cheeks squirming in my cooling puddle. I was shamed and embarrassed and oh, so, horny, despite my climax. Mom dropped to her knees next to me and cradled my head against her chest. "My lovely, lovely, Jules," she cooed, her chin on top of my head, and held me there until the fire in me subsided and my breathing eased. I wrapped my arms around her and settled my face against her breast, feeling the warmth from her body. Her comforting hands stroked me. "My wonderful Jules," she whispered, "my lovely, sexy girl," and I snuggled against her. "My deviant slut cunt of a daughter," she said with the same level of affection and love. She held me for a few more minutes before helping me to my feet. She kissed me again, not like last time, but lightly, small pecks on my cheeks, at the corners of my lips, making small sounds as her mouth travelled my face, adoring me. "Go take a shower; clean yourself up," she whispered. "I'll come and see you there." I was languishing under the hot spray when I heard the door open. I could see her shadow through the curtain as she busied herself at the sink. "We have to prepare you, get you ready." I heard her fumbling through the cabinets as I turned, allowing the warm water to sooth my aching butt cheeks, the needle spray massaging my wounded ass. Then the curtain pulled aside. We spent the next two hours together, in and out of the shower. She guided and directed me lovingly through my grooming and preparations, from hair removal to enemas, tossing tender teasing comments to me during the process, telling me Daddy likes his ass smooth and pretty as she applied depilatory, or how dark my mascara should be to properly streak down my face when I gagged on his cock, how pretty I looked with my fingers in my ass, and warning that my ass had to be clean so there was nothing nasty on it when he shoved it in my mouth from my ass. She fingered me to orgasm, reminding me of how good his cock felt in her ass, how I liked to see it. She made me spread my legs and piss standing in the shower while she watched, and made me kneel for her as she pissed on me, deriding me with awful names, spoken with love and admiring disdain. I was hers, body and soul, and I welcomed the abuse at her loving hands. Later she showed me their toy collection, forcing a few of the dildos into my mouth, gagging and choking me, forcing my throat open. I vomited, once, and she pulled my nipples so hard I cried, but my pussy gushed. She took special care to show me the giant strap on cock she would use later. "When you have your Dad's cock up your ass, I'm going to fuck you with this in your slut cunt," she hissed in my ear, rubbing the tip of the fat toy against my smooth shaved pussy. "I'm going to stretch you until you can take my fist, you dirty cunt." I swooned and nearly collapsed. "I'm going to wear you on my arm like a meat puppet, baby," she told me, "my pretty little meat puppet." I came, them, squirming against the tip of her toy, her other hand stroking my asshole, her nose nuzzling my ear. She kissed my cheek as the climax swept through me. Later she dressed me in lingerie; nothing complex, just a sexy pink thong and tiny bra that presented my breasts proudly and showed my nipples through the fabric. She made me pose for pictures on her bed, touching myself, pinching my own nipples, and fingering my pussy and ass. The anticipation of Daddy putting his cock in my virgin back door swirled through my imagination, remembering Mom's asshole stretched tightly around his shaft. She told me how pretty I was, and how nice my face would look streaked with cum. She was so calculating, so confident in her ownership of me, and I loved her for it, for knowing me, wanting me. She was brushing my hair when we heard the car pull up. "Daddy is home, little slut," she hissed lovingly in my ear. "Oh, you're going to make us so proud!" I lived in a dream as Mom presented me to Dad. Her words flowed and his eyes scoured and I stood, not hearing, not seeing, only feeling him near me. I tried to lower my head but Mom pulled my face up by my hair, and I met Dad's eyes, seeing the disgusted approving expression there. I wilted under his gaze, and I felt my knees go weak. Mom hissed in my ear as she watched him leer at me. "You disgust us, you perverted cunt," she sneered. Her tongue snaked around the curves of my ear, leaving a wet tingle. "How wonderful!" she whispered. "Tell your Daddy what you will do for us, how you prepared," she instructed. I felt my heart leap in my chest and I swallowed hard, wanting so much to do as she said, to be obedient, to be controlled and manipulated, yet fearful of saying the words out loud. To Daddy. "Well?" he asked expectantly. "You heard you mother. Are you going to obey?" He reached to my face, trailed the backs of his fingers up my cheek, then snaked his fingers in my hair, pulling tight and angling my head to my shoulder. Panic filled me. "Or do you need to be punished again?" The memory of his spanking broke my hesitance and the confession of my lust spilled from me as freed doves from a cage; a joyous and beautiful litany of desire, taking flight for all the world to see. "Oh, Daddy," I implored, "I will do whatever you want, whatever you and Mommy desire; please, take me and do what you like, make me do terrible, nasty thing for you." I felt a rush of relief as I spilled my desire. "I want your cock in my ass, the way you do to Mommy; I'm ready for it, all clean and no hair, the way Mommy says you like." The words rushed out unhindered, freeing me, undurdening my desire. "Mommy helped me today, she gave me orders and I followed them all, please don't spank me again, please. I'll be good. I'll suck your cock, I practiced on Mommy's dildo, let me suck your cock, and then I'll spread my ass for you, and you can fuck my virgin ass, like you fuck Mommy's, please." He snorted a laugh and released my hair. "The way you watched us, you mean?" His eyes narrowed, focused on mine. I couldn't look back, couldn't meet his judgment, and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Yes," I said. "Like that." I remembered Mom's asshole, stretched open around his shaft, remembered when he finished, the drop of cum at her knot, her command, my tongue. "It was wrong, to watch, to sneak," I confessed. "I shouldn't have." I lifted my face to his and took a deep breath. "I'm glad you caught me, and I deserved my punishment. I was a bad daughter." "You're a filthy, perverted slut cunt," Mom barked. Dad's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Your Mother's right, Jules. His fingertips touched my chin and lifted my face, his eyes softer. "Isn't she?" I straightened my spine and stood proudly in his gaze, feeling his admiration. "Yes," I told him. "Mom's right, I am a perverted slut cunt. I watched you and Mom fuck, I fingered my slut pussy while I watched." His expression didn't change, and my determination wavered. Would he reject me? Would he deny me the chance to serve them, deem me unworthy for their abuse and love and attention. "Please," I pleaded, "please let me be your perverted slut toy, your filthy cunt, please let me serve you and Mom in whatever way you desire..." My words choked off as grief at the fear of their abandonment swept me. I felt tears welling in my eyes and my breath hitched. And then his lips curled at the corners, and it was like sunshine shone directly on me as he turned his head slightly to Mom and spoke. "You were right again, dear," he snickered. "This will be wonderful." He turned back to me. "Oh, Julianne," he said lovingly, and I melted at his words, feeling the gentle touch of his fingers at my chin and throat. "You are a disgusting cunt." His words dripped like honey, and I swooned. I wanted to drop to my knees, worship his cock, feel his cum on my face. I trembled, waiting for his command. I bit my lip, straining to control my urges, feeling his love and desire flowing through his fingers into me, tainted with his disdain. My pussy gushed. I was filth. I was THEIR filth. "Her ass is ready for me?" "Tell him, cunt," Mom instructed. "Yes," I said proudly. "All the hair is removed, and Mom stretched me a little with a butt plug, to get me ready, and it's all clean inside; she gave me enemas so there is nothing dirty inside, and so I can suck your cock after you fuck my ass." "Good girl. Show me." Thrilled at being given a command to obey I felt another rush of excited shame as I turned and bent at the waist. The humiliation of exposing myself at his command swept a thrill through me as my parents' new playground gushed and pulsed between my legs. I reached behind myself and pulled the thong to my knees and felt my face redden and flush with heat, knowing my hairless crack and twitching starfish were exposed to them. I breathed heavily through my nose, shocked at what I was doing, shocked more at wanting to be made to do it. "Nice," I heard him murmur, and my chest swelled with pride. "The pussy, too, I see." "Yes, Mommy was adamant about it." Mom walked around me to my head and stroked my hair. "That's a good little cunt, Jules," she said appreciatively, and I swelled with pride. "Finger yourself for Daddy, now," she told me. Caught Peeping Ch. 02 Without hesitation I moved a hand to my wet cunt and slipped two fingers inside, eager for the stimulation and anxious to do as she commanded. I heard his lusty groan as my fingers slipped into my wetness. I felt my juices rush out and knew that he would know what a slut I was, how hot I was. It was so demeaning to be positioned so, bent at the waist, thong tight around my spread legs, one hand pulling my cheek aside, the other buried in my cunt for his pleasure. So humiliating, and so fulfilling. So completing. I fingered my cunt and desire swept through me, making me tremble. "Look at her, the fucking slut," Mom said over my head, "she's getting herself off." She knelt down in front of me and held her face in my hands, her face inches from mine, and sneered. "God, you're beautiful, you cunt," she hissed, "make yourself cum for Daddy, make your pussy explode for him, filth." She held my face, watched my eyes; I felt them go wide as I moved the hand from my ass to rub furiously at my clit, now pounding fingers into my hole, imaging his cock, Dad's cock fucking me. My mouth opened and my breaths were short, jerky, as I fucked my cunt to orgasm, knowing he was watching me with disgust and desire and want at my lewd and humiliating display. As my orgasm gathered and climbed, I heard animal noises; feverish guttural sounds. My climax built inside me and I realized I was making those sounds, and my humiliation deepened, spurring my body to new heights. I began to scream as my orgasm took me, but it was cut off by Mom, who chose that moment to shove her tongue into my open mouth. I howled into her kiss, tasting her hot breath, feeling her tongue caressing mine, pushing fully into my mouth. I sucked it like a tiny cock, and she gripped my throat, hard, pulling from my mouth and glaring into my eyes. "Fucking slut!" she hissed. "You want to suck?" She motioned to Dad and suddenly his cock was there, hard and wet. My mouth still opened as my climax abated I felt him shove the full length into my salivating mouth. It tasted familiar; a flavor I remembered, and I realized I had squirted when I came, and doused him with my spray. Another orgasm struck me, and I sucked Dad's cock. Or, more accurately, I accepted his cock. Mom held my head still, one hand behind my head and the other under my chin, and Dad fucked my face and throat. I gagged, but fought down the bile from my empty stomach, allowing my throat to open like Mom showed me. "Fucking dirty slut, taking Daddy's cock," Mom spit in my ear, her words filled with venom and desire. "Take it, you perverted cunt. Open wide for Daddy's cock; let him fuck your beautiful face!" Her words struck me deeply, filling me with the love and desire for her appreciation and to be a good mouth whore for Dad. He pushed harder, and his skin was on my face, then, his balls on my chin, his cockhead deep in my throat. "God, I can feel your cock!" she called up to Dad, admiration thick in her words. I couldn't breathe and tears spilled down my face, and in my pride at hearing Mom's compliment I hoped that my dark mascara was properly streaking down my cheeks. I wanted to be good for them, to be the slut they wanted. Please, I thought, please let them not be disappointed in me. A sudden rush of air charged my lungs as Dad pulled out and Mom released my head. I crumbled to the floor, fingers still in my wet hole, digging for the pleasure I needed. I took deep, gasping breaths, drool spilling from my mouth and blowing out of my nose. I shook, and trembled, and came again, screaming. I felt myself being moved, pulled up. My brain was clouded with the delirium of my orgasm. I found myself on my knees, forehead on the floor. Hands pulled my hair, lifting my head, and Dad sat on the floor in front of me, lowering my head to his cock. I opened and took it, and began bobbing my head up and down, sucking his cock for all I was worth, knowing I was worth nothing if I could not be this, their disgusting slut. I pressed my hands on the floor, bouncing my shoulders up and down, taking long strokes on his shaft, pressing the head into the back of my mouth, hoping he was pleased with me. I saw my hands, fingers splayed beneath me, and knew that it was Mom's fingers inside me now, fucking my pussy and ass with both hands, her thumb rubbing my clit every time she stroked into my shaved cunt. Her fingers in my ass, stretching my tight hole, how many in my cunt? I remembered her promise to fist me, and I felt stretched, wondering if she had done it, wondering why it didn't hurt more, as I sucked Dad's cock. "Two in her ass, and three in her slut cunt!" Mom announced. "She's soaking wet, the whore!" "Oh yeah?" Dad answered, and pulled his cock from my mouth. I felt myself lunge, trying to take it back, my mouth opening and closing like a landed fish, a cock animal, needing him in my mouth to live as Mom pushed hard into my holes. Dad leaned back and pulled his legs up and wide. "Lick my asshole, slut!" he barked, and I froze, seeing his cheeks part, his crinkle exposed before me, beckoning. I knew it then, like an epiphany it struck me that this was what I was looking for all those times I watched. This was what I needed. To be told, to be used. To be included. I flashed momentarily on Mom telling me last night to do it, telling me she knew I wanted to. How easily that door had opened; how willingly I had walked through it. And now Dad said it plainly, his cheeks open, waiting for my submission. I was their slut. I nearly cried at the humiliation and need I felt, and I dove in. His asshole was sweaty and salty and tight, smooth and rubbery on my tongue and crushing on my self-worth, and I buried my tongue inside, pushing it in, not dallying to tease his ring. I plunged, extended my tongue, forced it into his hole, buried it, fucked his asshole with my mouth. I heard him groan and felt useful, wanted and important to him. And then Mom's fingers withdrew from my cunt and re-entered, but fuller, stretching me painfully. I cried out at the painful sensation. "Four!" I heard her call out. "Fuck, she's tight! Her cunt is squeezing my fingers!" I felt Dad's hand at my wrist, pulling my hand, placing it on his cock. I stroked his shaft as I plunged my tongue into his ass, feeling the debasement of Mom's hands between my legs, penetrating me. Her hand in my pussy felt looser now, as if she had returned to three fingers, and I felt a pang of disappointment that she wasn't going to try to fist me. But I remembered her goal for me as she spread her fingers in my ass. "Almost ready, sweetie," she said in a tone that told me she wasn't talking to me. Her fingers slipped from pussy but stayed in my ass, and I fought the urge to pull my mouth from Dad's ass and beg her finger me. But then Dad pulled away as well and rolled to the side, out of my vision. Mom's remaining contact with me, her fingers in my ass, were all that connected me to the degradation I yearned for. And I whimpered. "Aw-w the poor slut feels abandoned?" she teased, and I didn't think my humiliation could be worse. To do this for my parents, to need it from them, wasn't bad enough? "Don't worry, cunt. You'll get what you deserve. Now stay!" She said as though speaking to an unruly puppy. I was her dog. But I stayed, ass in the air, exposed and yearning. I heard her leave the room and stole an opportunity to grasp my nipples and twist them, hard, until it hurt, wishing it was Mom's hands. They left me there for what felt like a long time, and I stayed as commanded. "Good girl," Dad said, patting my hair as he stepped by. "You're an obedient slut, aren't you?" He put his hand under my chin again and pulled my face up to meet his. I had to look past his cock and balls to see him, and I swelled with pride at his disdainful expression. "I'm your obedient slut," I whispered. I saw his lips curl into a smile and my pride swelled more, feeling as though to burst from me. And then another cock was there; Mom, her strap-on jutting lewdly from her harness. "Obedient deviant slut cunt, that's what you are!" My pride faltered. "Yours?" I pleaded. I heard a catch in my voice. "Yes, ours," Mom confirmed. "Now suck my cock, bitch." I opened and took her giant phallus into my mouth, tasting the latex, feeling it stretch my mouth more than Dad did, knowing she was going to fuck me with it when Dad took my ass. I didn't know if she could feel it like Dad, but I sucked it enthusiastically, as though it were real, trying to please a lifeless toy, simply because she had said so. She held my head and pumped the cock in, making me gag but not so hard as to make me vomit, and I took it, took Mom's considerate but forceful mouth fuck. My drool hung from my chin and dripped onto the floor beneath me. Dad, forgotten as I sucked Mom's cock, made his presence known putting his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. "Get those hands back here, slut; hold yourself open for Daddy," he said with the tenderness I had always known growing up. I pulled my mouth from Mom and dropped my face to the floor into the pool of saliva, not caring, and reached behind my ass with both hands to open my cheeks for him, hoping he approved. His groan said he did, and my pride swelled again. He wanted my ass! He wanted to take my ass for his pleasure! My eyes closed in warm delight as I felt his fingers pushing cool lube into my ring, stretching the tender virgin flesh. He pushed a finger in deep, then added a second, his fingers fatter and rougher than Mom's, but with the care he had used to sooth me when I skinned my knee when I was little, or had a nightmare. I still held myself open for him, displaying my back door as he spread the lube into me. My pussy needed stimulation; I could feel my own wetness leaking out even through the lube dripping from the hole above, and my clit was swollen and throbbing. I wanted to pull my hands from my ass, finger myself and rub my clit, the way I had when I watched them so many times, but I would not disobey. Dad said he wanted me like this, and like this I would stay until he said different; my ass open and waiting, my face cooling in a puddle of drool. Mom stroked my back, like she would do when I growing up and feeling sick. "My little slut," she said in those same soothing tones from our long-ago past. "Going to get her ass fucked good." She squatted in my line of vision, showing me her latex cock. "And after Daddy is in your ass," she soothed, "this is going in your cunt." A chill of anticipation ran through me, and she felt it in her fingers. "Our disgusting slut perv likes that, huh?" Her fingers trailed to my neck, pressing my face into the floor. "You want both cocks in you, don't you, cunt?" She asked sweetly. Then she moved, and I felt her hands on mine, pulling them away. She instructed me to lift myself on my arms. "I'll do that for your Daddy," she offered, and her hands were on my ass, squeezing the cheeks tight, pulling them wider than I had, almost painfully. "Go ahead, honey," she said; to Dad, not me, "put your cock in that tiny hole and fuck the slut!" I braced myself when I felt the spongy bulb at my ring, pressing. I took a few deep breaths and braced for the pain I knew was coming; I'd never had fingers in my ass before today, never mind a hard cock. I remembered Mom using the toys on me, prepping me for this moment. I tensed, and tried to relax my ass, but it fought against the penetration of its own accord. I gritted my teeth and hissed a breath in as the pressure increased. I felt a push, a stretch, and pain shot through my ass as the head of Dad's cock entered me. He stopped. "What are you waiting for?" Mom goaded. "She can take it! The slut wants it! Fuck her ass, hard!" she barked. And then a searing pain shot through me and I howled, screaming at the sudden intrusion as Dad's cock pushed fully into my ass, pushing the ring open, slamming the inside ring apart, and burying himself into my cramping bowels. My vision went bright with flashes as I squirmed in their grasp, Mom holding my ass, Dad gripping my hips, and my insides felt fuller, worse than the enema Mom had made me hold in. My insides spasmed from the sudden intrusion, and my asshole burned and stretched, and my arms and legs trembled. A cold sheen of sweat blossomed on my skin as my screaming choked off. My head was back and my eyes spilled tears down my face. Mercifully, Dad held himself still inside me and allowed me to get used to his cock up my ass. He made gentle pulses, and when my body settled a little and my sobs turned to whimpers he moved out and in a little, and I felt my body adjust. The pain receded to a dull ache, and he moved more, pulling about halfway, I guess, and then the ache changed, transformed. From pain to ache to uncomfortable, to full, and finally, as my insides surrendered to the sensations, to pleasant and interesting, and finally, to pleasure and delight. My cries became grunts as I accepted Dad's cock, now sawing fully in and out, and then I was groaning my desire as the feeling swelled to something wonderful. So strange, so dirty and evil. I was taking an ass fuck from Dad! He wanted my ass, and now my ass wanted him! Mom let go, came back to my head, and pulled my hair up, making me look at her, the expression of disgust expected, welcomed and embraced by my need. "Filthy cunt," she sneered, and my excitement charged through me. "Taking Daddy's cock up your ass, you perverted slut." Her eyes narrowed evilly. "Suck my cock, Jules; you know what's next. Fucking whore!" I opened and she pushed inside my mouth again. And I had two cocks in me pushing at both ends, a filthy whore for their cocks, and I disgusted myself. My humiliation and surrender swelled through me, and my pussy answered, aching for the promise of Mom fucking my cunt while Dad was in my ass. I wanted it so bad it hurt. Dad's cock felt so good fucking my ass that I couldn't concentrate on the dildo in my mouth. With disdain, Mom pulled it out and slapped it on my upturned face, mouth open and tongue out, the rubbery head splashing the tears on my cheeks. She smiled at me, and her love and disgust swept through me. She motioned to Dad silently, and I felt my body gripped, and lifted, and I was pulled from my hands and knees, ass skewered on the shaft inside me. He pulled me against him and lay back on the floor, holding my back against his chest. When he settled down he began pumping his cock again, half-thrusts up into my asshole, and his hands gripped my breasts, taunting the nipples with strong pulls and twists. I cried out as the delightful pain shot from my chest to my pussy, and my legs fell open, splaying myself for Mom. She walked on her knees between our spread legs, waggling her giant latex cock like a weapon. "Fucking dirty cunt," she said with a pride and admiration that caressed me, "beg for more." She bounced her heavy toy on my clit, and electricity shot through me as I cried out. "Oh, please," I begged, "please fuck my slut cunt!" "More," Dad whispered in my ear. "More, slut!" "Please, Mom," I pleaded, "please fuck my cunt with your cock while Daddy fucks my ass, please, please have me, please..." I trembled, afraid of the words. "Please...want me." My eyelids fluttered. "Please, I need it, I'm a slut for you; I'll do whatever you want, please; make me yours." "So good," Dad hissed, "so wonderful." And my world exploded as Mom slammed her toy into me. The impact drove the breath from my lungs making my unable to scream as her fat cock stretched me open, impaling me to my depths, pushing against my cervix and increasing the pressure Dad's cock created. She grunted viciously as she pounded fully in, her breath hot in my face, Dad grunting in my ear. I heard little as my brain went into sensory overload; my vision clouded, my ears rang, my limbs went limp. The sensation of having my eager cunt filled while Dad's cock pumped my ass combined to augment my desire to be used, to be wanted, needed, desired. I swooned, trembled, and came. Hard. I heard screaming, felt the rawness in my throat and knew it was me; didn't care. I heard Mom calling out as my cunt exploded, my squirt showering her with my fluids, splashing onto me. I cried. I wailed. I took. I fucked back. I came again, more intense, more aware now, conscious thought returning slightly. I felt the cocks in me, thrilled at them, delighted in them, awed by the power they held, chastened by my need and humbled by Mom and Dad's devotion to my abuse. I heard Mom cum, shouting her climax into my face, a spray of spittle joining the tears of joy that spilled down my cheeks. She kissed me, her tongue digging into my open, unresponsive mouth. Dad grunted, called me names, and for the first time I felt hot semen fill my ass, the lava of his eruption coating my anal channel, the spurts pulsed and splashed inside me. I came again, and passed out. I woke to Mom's fingers at my mouth. She wiped slick cooling cum across my lips, and I licked it as though it would save my life. "Good little cunt, my beautiful slut," she cooed. "Drink that cum, whore," she said lovingly. I felt her hand return to my ass and scoop more of Dad's load as it leaked from my violated ass. She brought her fingers to my mouth and I opened, accepting her gift as devotion, sucking her fingers clean in tribute. "Suck Daddy's cock clean now, whore," she whispered, "and then rest. My beautiful girl." I turned my head but my eyes never left Mom's, watching her watch me as I took Dad's softening cock, tasting lube and cum and my ass, and I sucked it clean as she stroked my hair. "Our beautiful, lovely slut cunt," she soothed. And I knew she loved me.