10 comments/ 64372 views/ 24 favorites TxQ - Pamela's Potion By: Tx Tall Tales =========================== Love potion overdose changes everything. Quite a warped little tale, please forgive me. Wasn't quite sure which category to put it into, so I went with Nonconsent. You'll see why. This story is based on a premise submitted by sirhugs in the "Story Ideas" section of the Literotica bulletin board.T I'm a little surprised he didn't write it, he certainly has the chops, and I found the twisted plot irresistible, and gave it an extra hard twist. Thanks for the inspiration. TX Shorties are short (2 pages or less) standalone stories, with abbreviated plots (if any). I have no intention of continuing any of them. =========================== It hadn't been difficult to procure the serum. Not when you're the head of security. I had seen the results of the latest trials. Unbelievable. They had gallons of the stuff, no way they'd miss one little vial full. I'd checked the lead scientist's hand written notes, locked up in the safe. It could be taken with food or drink. It had little taste, but was best taken with something sweet, something about enhancing delivery. One ounce was the latest trial dosage. It was Saturday morning. Time to implement the plan. I love my wife Pamela. Adore her. Almost twenty years we'd been together. The only place we weren't compatible was in bed. She had been fun once, but now she was only willing to do it a couple of times a month. No blow-jobs in over 3 years. Nothing but plain vanilla missionary, and I had to beg for that. She kept herself looking gorgeous, exercising, dressing nice, that kind of stuff. I was afraid she was having an affair, and had her checked on. Sixteen hundred dollars to find out she was boring. She wasn't going to be boring much longer. I had prepared her favorite fruit smoothie. She would attend her morning exercise class, and return in a little over an hour. The serum took about 90 minutes to take effect. By the time she got done showering she would be primed. Our daughter would be out of our hair at a softball tournament. Jenny's co-ed team was good, they almost never lost in the first couple of rounds, and I had a mantle of trophies to prove it. If things held true to form, they'd play until dark, and have dinner together. She had hit me up for $20 last night. As usual, whatever she asked for, I gave her double. I could deny her nothing. Worse, she knew it. In a few minutes, my Princess would be gone. The house would be mine. Soon, my lovely wife would be as well. I had heard the rumors of the early drug trials. Women so desperate for sex, they'd scream and beg for it, open to anything. They had to be restrained. One fifty-seven year old had gone through six volunteers, and still was crazy with need. The program was nearly shut down before they got the dosages and treatments right. The last three trials had been incredible. Now they were investigating long term effects. I was careful. I'd gone easy, starting with half of the last test dosage. One half ounce, added to her morning shake. Just enough to goose her libido. My wife came down the stairs, ready for the gym. She looked incredible, still, after all these years. I watched her sit down at the table and take a sip of her smoothie, and found myself getting hard already. My loose shorts were doing a bad job of hiding it. "Morning, Mom, Dad," Jenny called out, hopping down the stairs in her shorts and team t-shirt. I was still amazed she was ours. Pretty, cheerful, smart, popular, the brightest star in the night-sky of my life. Good, too, church going, involved, the ring on her hand a symbol of her chastity, disappointing so many boys. I ducked into the kitchen to hide my erection. "Morning Angel," I answered, opening the refrigerator door and using that as a shield, in case she walked in. "I might be out late. I'll call if it's after 8:00, Ok?" My daughter called out. "You should eat some breakfast," Pamela told her. "No time. Wendy's already here. I'm running late, gotta go. Love ya." I heard the door slam, and walked to the dining area, a cup of coffee in hand. "How's the smoothie?" "I think one of the juices might have been old. It had a weird after taste," Pamela said. I smiled and stood watching her nibble her toast. It was then that I noticed her drink was gone. "You finished it already?" She shook her head. "I wish. Your rotten little 'Princess' stole it. No time for breakfast, so she swiped half of mine." I felt a cold chill run down my back. Jenny drank some of the potion? Innocent Jenny, precious little Princess that had never even been on a real date? "Did she say where she's playing?" I asked. "I don't know, probably Allen park," Pamela said, standing up and giving me a quick kiss on her way out the door. I got dressed and hopped in my car. She wasn't at Allen park. Not at the city park or the high-school. I drove around for two hours, searching for my baby. It was only half a dose. Less than that, Pam drank some. Jenny's a complete innocent. It probably won't have any effect. All the sports, it might just flush it out of her system. She'll be fine. She has to be. I pulled in the driveway, behind my wife's van. It was parked horribly. Ammo to tease her with, since she always complained about my parking. I wasn't two steps inside the doorway, before Pamela was on me, naked, tearing at my clothing. "God, where have you been? I need you Nick. I need it. Please." The door was still open, my naked butt facing the street when she took me in her mouth. I closed the door, and sighed in relief. She must have drank most of it. Thank god. I grinned, hardening in her mouth. I felt incredibly good. Strong. I had taken one of the lab's new hybrid pills, 'male enhancement', guaranteed longer, harder, more frequent erections for 24 hours. Pamela didn't want foreplay. She dragged me into the middle of the floor and straddled me, going wild, hammering her sopping pussy on my cock, talking dirty, filthy. "You like that big cock, baby?" I teased. "Cock. Big fucking cock. Fill me up," she gasped. "Deep, hard, cock-fucking." I pulled her down, slowing our pace. She snarled at me, slapping my hands away. She squatted over my shaft, grabbed my hips, and pounded up and down so hard and fast it hurt. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screamed. "Fuck me you bastard, fuck that pussy! Dick, prick, cock in my burning cunt!" She had a huge orgasm, then climbed off and started sucking me again. She was an animal. The stuff really worked. I wondered how long the effect lasted? Pamela leaned over the end of the couch, wiggling her ass. "Give it to me, baby. Fill my hot cunt with your meat stick. It's burning up for you, Nick, my pussy's on fire and only your hose can put it out." I laughed and slid in behind her, filling her up, repeatedly. I smacked her shaking ass, and she came, begging for more. I took a chance and teased my finger around her forbidden back door. She moaned, pushing back against me, "Yeah, baby. That's it. Take what you want. Anything. Everything," she growled. My dream come true. She was mine completely, no holding back. I slid my finger in her butt, and she screamed out again. God, everything made her come. No wonder the test subjects loved this. I slapped her sweet cheeks, and walked around the couch, pulling her face down hard onto my cock. I held her head and fucked her face, watching her struggle, turning red, her body shaking. I pushed hard, making her swallow my cock for the first time, clutching the back of her head, forcing her nose into my belly. I released her, and she pulled away gasping. "God, Nick! About fucking time! Fuck my face. Just like that. Make me come again." She lunged for my cock and I was back in her throat. I fucked her pretty mouth. Fucked it until she came, and then I did, shooting down her throat. I groaned my release, and gasped when I hit my head hard against the floor. She had dragged me down and straddled my face, grinding her pussy against my mouth. "God, I need you so bad, Nick. I'm on fire. My whole body's on fire. You have to put it out, before I explode." I ate her, feeling her squirming on my tongue, going off, screaming. She climbed off and went down on me, sucking my soft dick. She couldn't get enough of it. "More cock, Nick. I need more cock. Get hard for me. Now," she growled. "I...I might need a few minutes," I gasped. Fuck. This stuff was out of control. Next time I'd use a quarter of an ounce. Make it last for months. Pamela got up and dragged a dining room chair into the middle of the room. High backed, with no arms. "Sit!" she demanded. I sat down watching her. Her whole body was red, like a huge blush. Her nipples were hard, sticking out as big as I had ever seen. There was a stream running down the inside of her both her legs. She had a desperate look in her eye. She pulled my arms behind me, and I felt her tie my wrists together with my own belt, and tie it to the chair. She stood in front of me smiling wickedly. "There. Now it's mine. Fucker's all mine!" She lowered her face over my cock, stroking and sucking, until I was hard again. Thank God for my own pharmaceutical helper. It usually took an hour or more between hard-ons. This one hadn't taken 10 minutes. She climbed up and mounted me, feeding me her tits, hammering her pussy down on my hard staff. SLAM. The front door swung wide open on its hinges, bouncing off the wall. I looked up and saw two big guys walking in. I couldn't understand what I was seeing at first. They were carrying my daughter. My precious Jenny. She was writhing in their grip, "Fuck," she gasped, "Please, somebody, stick it in, somewhere, anywhere." Her voice sounded hoarse, like she'd been screaming. She was naked, covered in cum. Covered, everywhere. They were wearing their team shirts, but were naked from the waist down. Hard erections waved with every step, and Jenny, my sweet Jenny, was desperately reaching for them. The guys carried her across the room, only a few feet away. They all watched my wife fucking herself silly on my cock, but didn't slow down. Three, four, five, six guys walked past. One other girl, Becky, our neighbor. Most were barely dressed, and undressing as they went. "Pamela! Let me up," I yelled, struggling underneath her. "Stop!" I screamed at the men carrying my daughter. They laughed, walking by, while my wife fucked me. "Deeper, Nick. Fuck me, fuck! More cock! More baby." Randy, Jenny's long time best friend came in and closed the door. "God, Mr. Young, your wife too? What's gotten into them? Is Mrs. Young out of control like Jen?" "What..." He walked closer, one hand on his cock, the other reaching out to touch Pam's back. "Middle of the second game. We're in the dugout and Jenny started ripping her clothes off. She was crazy. Climbing on us, tearing at our crotches, begging for cock to 'put out the fire'. We had to forfeit, and she was pulling the team train, before Julie and I could convince them to at least take her home." He looked upset. Not enough to stop him from stroking his dick. Or touching my wife. I wanted to scream at the young man, but if my Princess had been anything like her mother, it was hopeless. I struggled to calm himself. "Thank you, Randy. I'm sorry you had to see this." Pamela gasped and turned around on my lap. She reached forward and grabbed Randy, pulling him forward, kissing him. "Please, Randy, I know you want me, I see how you look at me. I need it baby," she begged. She had her hand around his cock, pulling him forward while she had my cock in her other hand, sitting down on it. "Pamela, don't! Just me, I'll satisfy you," I pleaded. She ignored my words, pressing my cock against her butt-hole. She was ridiculously tight, and moaned as I penetrated her ass for the first time. She shuddered, coming hard, then looked back up at Randy. She leaned back against me, opening her legs, drawing Randy closer. He pulled out an accordion of rubbers, tearing of the last, and sliding it over his cock. He looked at me, reddening. "Mrs. Young," he moaned, reaching for her fat tits. "Call me Pamela, while you fuck my brains out, Randy. Put out the fire. Fuck me, stud. Gimme that cock!" I could barely move, but I felt his motion as he pounded his youthful meat into her. The door opened and four more guys walked in, carrying a cooler. Randy looked over at them, "Down the hall, second door on the left." "Who...who are these guys? I don't recognize some of them." Ten. Ten men, in with my virgin daughter. Virgin? Who was I kidding. "The other team," he said through gritted teeth, humping my wife wildly. "You've got to stop them, Randy. Not all those guys. Stop them. She...she can be yours, not everybody's." He paused, panting, his cock buried in my horny wife. "I tried Mr. Young. I did, I swear. I love her you know. I always have. She didn't care. One dick wasn't enough for her. Two dicks aren't. She wants three of them, in her, all the time. She screams and cries if any of her holes are empty. It was horrible to see her crying like that, begging for more cock. Pleading." He wiped his eyes. The boy was crying. "I tried. I did. She doesn't even recognize me." "Three cocks," my wife whispered, shuddering. "Yes, three cocks. More cocks." "No baby," I whispered, "I'll take care of you. Randy will help me." Randy was plugging her again, and she moaned, coming for him. He leaned over and grabbed the back of the chair, pumping hard, groaning, spending an eternity pounding her sloppy pussy, and then grunting, coming, his cock buried inside Pamela. He looked at me. "What happened to them? Why are they like this?" He still had his cock in her, and was touching her, fondling her adoringly while questioning me. I couldn't hold his gaze. I looked away. "I...I don't know." He leaned over and kissed Pamela, and she clung to him. Pulling her ass of my cock, she stood with him. "Let me help my baby girl," she said. "Ten is too many for her, I'll help. Five each." "No, Pamela!" I shouted. Randy looked over at me guiltily, and took my wife to the back of the house. I was able to move around a bit with the chair, but I couldn't for the life of me get my hands free. I'd been working on it for about 10 minutes, listening to the party down the hall, men laughing, calling out, joking. Female gasps and cries of pleasure. I yelled for someone to come down and release me, but it didn't help. The door open again, and I shuddered. Another group of guys and girls, laughing, having the time of their lives. Julie, one of her oldest childhood friends, came over to me. "Thank God, Julie, please untie me, we have to stop this." She sat down on my lap, frowning. "What the fuck is going on, Mr. Young? And why are you here like this?" I watched the latest crowd walk down the hall, following the noise. Three more guys walked in, carrying a stack of pizzas, and waved as they walked by. I did the math. Seventeen guys, including Randy. Julie reached down and put her hands on my cock, stroking me. "Randy says Mrs. Young is on fire, too. What's the deal?" "Please untie me, Julie," I begged. "You know, I always thought you were pretty hot. Nice cock, too." She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, opening her mouth wide, kissing me. "You gonna tell me what you did?" "Nothing, I swear. I don't know what's going on." She walked into the kitchen, returning with a moist dishtowel which she used to clean my cock, which was stiffening under her ministrations. "Do you ever think about fucking me, Mr. Young?" She stood up and slipped her shorts and panties off, straddling me again. "Jesus, seeing her like that has me so horny." "Please, Julie. You're her friend. I have to help her. Her and her mother." "The only way you could help her right now, is by sticking this hard cock in one of her well used holes," Julie laughed, pressing the head of my cock into her opening. "Is that how you want to help? Fuck your cute little girl, instead of me?" I shuddered as she settled down onto my shaft. "Fuck her mouth, her pussy, her tight little butt-hole?" "No, please. Help me Julie, I'm begging." She kissed me softly. "There's nothing we can do. Randy and I both tried. She doesn't know who I am. She goes crazy if she doesn't get cock. Lots of it." She rocked up and down on my cock, rubbing her chest in my face. She took off her shirt and bra, so she could press her tits into my mouth. "I'm scared for her, Mr. Young. How long is this going to last?" "I don't know. I swear I don't know." She settled down on my cock and ground against me. "She has her Mom with her, that should help." "Please, Julie. Help me." She looked sad, hugging me. "I am. The best I can. You can't go in there. You shouldn't see it. There's no way you can stop it, there's more than a dozen college guys in there, taking turns on her. She's begging for it, I bet her Mom is too, and nothing's going to stop them. If you tried to, you'd get hurt." "I could call the police," I said. She shook her head. "They're both legal age, and they are pleading for it. Nobody is forcing anybody. If Randy, me and Becky weren't here, there'd be a hundred guys in this house, and a line down the street. We'll try to keep it under control." Under control? Seventeen men taking turns on my wife and daughter? She pressed her sweet young lips to mine, and I kissed her back. She was a good kid. I believe she was trying to help. "Relax now, Mr. Young, and let me take care of you, before I go check on your women, Ok?" I nodded helplessly, and let her ride me, fucking me wildly, until I came for her. She rested in my lap, grinning. "There, don't you feel better? I know I do. I've been fantasizing about that for a long time." "Thank you, Julie. Please help them." She kissed me quickly, and stood up. "Be right back." She returned from the garage, and started tying me more securely to the chair. "Don't! What are you doing?" I asked, incredulous. "Taking care of you. I don't want you to do anything stupid. I'll be checking on you. We have to get them through this. We'll help each other." It must have been over an hour later when Becky came down. An hour of listening to screams of pleasure, groaning, laughing, strangers using my wife and my Princess as sex toys. "How are you doing, Mr. Young? Can I get you a beer or something?" "Untie me. You could untie me." She shook her head. "Randy and Julie would kill me. It's for your own good." She walked past and into the kitchen, returning with a beer and a piece of cold chicken. She was wearing a t-shirt, and nothing else. It didn't even cover half her ass. "I don't know how they can take it. A couple of hours of fucking, and I'm completely worn out." She tore off some of the chicken and fed me. "And that is with one guy." I guess she wasn't completely worn out. I'm ashamed to say I was hard again, from listening to the abuse, and she mounted me, pouring the beer down my throat and feeding me. She rode me to completion, promising they were going to do their best to take care of us. All of us. Every hour or so, one of them would check on me. Randy would make sure the ropes were holding, offer me a drink, and update me. His report never changed. They were getting all holes filled and begging for more. Becky and Julie would come down, get me hard if I wasn't already, and go for a ride. On her last visit Julie was worked up, and fucked herself ragged on my cock. "You're the only one I'm doing," she whispered. "Just you, Mr. Young. I wish I could do more for you." She hugged me, running her fingers through my hair. "You're going to owe Becky. She's doing the hard part. Keeping the boys ready, putting the condoms on them, making sure they don't play too rough. Keeping the cameras out of the room. It would be bad if she wasn't here." TxQ - Pamela's Potion By the time it was dark, the place was settling down. A few guys left, some more arrived. Randy helped me pee into a jug, refusing to let me go to the bathroom. I had more than a dozen beers, and was amazed I was still getting it up for Julie and Becky. One of the other girls came down and rode me, I don't even know her name. Ugly little thing, but a pretty tight pussy. Guess she couldn't compete with my gorgeous wife and daughter. By 3:00 am, I'd had to pee twice more, got fed some pizza, and had an anal ride by the ugly one. Becky was pissed off, and dragged her back downstairs, making her clean me up, and get me hard again, before Becky had her ride. She looked tired, riding me gently. "You too, right? Whatever happened to them, you got some of it. No way you stay hard like this all day long." She held me in her arms, fucking me slowly. "Don't worry, Julie and me, we'll get you through this. There's only about a dozen guys still up there, I think the girls are finally calming down." She did her best to take care of me, earning another load. She kissed me softly. "It's going to be Ok, Mr. Young." Ok? My wife and daughter gangbanged by two dozen men. Ok? Julie came down later and hugged me. "Mrs. Young is done. We cleaned her up and put her down in the guest room and we locked the door. I think Jenny is running out of steam." "How was she? Pamela?" "Horny and happy. Right to the end. When she came down, she was getting clingy, hanging onto Jenny, and crying. Kind of a bummer. But we got her out of there. She's sleeping like a rock now." The crowd was thinning. Julie settled between my legs and sucked me hard, then mounted me. She was gentle, "You should tell me what you did, Mr. Young. It can't be like this again. It's dangerous. If Randy and me weren't there, who knows what might have happened? Imagine if she'd gone to a frat party. A movie. A concert. She might be fucking two or three hundred men instead of a dozen or so she knows." "I'm sorry," I moaned into her soft shoulder. "I'm so sorry." She kissed me softly. "Shh. I know it had to be an accident. She's your Princess. We all know that. What was it?" "Experimental aphrodisiac for women. It was for Pamela. For us, to spice up our life. I put it in her smoothie. I didn't know that Jenny would take it." "I think you used too much," she said softly, kissing me again. "Don't do that again." It was quiet upstairs, and Julie left to check on things, leaving me hard. Becky came down before too long. She looked sleepy, and she climbed on me like she had every right in the world, and took me in deep. "Mmm. You have such a nice cock, Mr. Young." "What's going on Becky?" I asked nervously. "Why's it so quiet?" "We're running out of hard cocks. Randy is doing what he can for Jenny, and she seems to be tapering off. She doesn't beg to be filled in all her holes anymore, but she always needs one or she starts going wild, begging and crying." Another group of guys said goodnight as they left. Becky got up off my hard-on and locked the door. She gave me a quick kiss. "Nobody else is coming in. I think it's just Marty and us left. That guy's got some stamina. He's on his fifth time with Jenny. We all knew he had a thing for her. He only did your wife once." Becky left me hanging, and I waited for my next update. I was tired, more than a little drunk, and worn out. My arms and legs hurt, my shoulders burned, and I couldn't feel my hands anymore. I prayed for it to be over soon. One of the guys came down the stairs, with Julie following. "Please, Marty! You can't leave yet." He sighed. "Wouldn't do me any good to stay. You saw. I'm done. Wish I weren't." He turned and kissed her. "Thanks for trying though. Take care of her. Find out who did this." Julie let him out and locked the door. She came over and sat in my lap, stroking me gently. "It's just Randy left for her. He's doing his best. It's kind of sad to see. He loves her so much, but he doesn't want to do it. Not like this. He was crying. I just wanted to give him the biggest hug. He hates to hear her whining and begging." "How is she?" I asked. "A mess. Still pleading for more. She looks exhausted, but when he pulls out of her she goes into hysterics. She's going to come out of it, right?" I nodded. "I hope so. At least her mother did." She gave me a little suck, keeping the steel in my pipe. "Gonna check on them now. Keep your fingers crossed." "Please, Julie. You can untie me now." She gave me a kiss. "In a bit. Not yet, Ok?" Like I had a choice. A little while later I heard arguing down the hall. Noisy, angry voices, bickering. Randy walked out, carrying my baby. I couldn't even recognize her. She was a mess, cum in her hair, on her body. She was groaning, her voice unrecognizable. "Cock, cock, more cock, please," she gasped, struggling in Randy's arms. Julie and Becky followed still arguing. Becky looked down at my crotch. Oh, God. "No! I won't. You can't even suggest that!" I yelled at them. Randy walked forward. "You're the only one left. She's going into withdrawal already." He looked embarrassed, "I tried, Mr. Young. I did, I swear I did. You have to help her." Julie swore at them, "Don't. We'll just have to let her come down cold-turkey. It can't be much longer now." Randy was holding her over my cock, while Becky opened Jenny's legs, and guided me in. I wriggled, and struggled, but I couldn't stop it. "Stop, Mr. Young," Becky snapped. "We don't want to hurt her." I leaned back, closing my eyes, hating myself for all I'd done. My angel was impaled on my cock, crying, thanking me. She leaned against me, stinking of cum, grinding down on my cock, praising me. I had never been harder, and I loathed myself. Julie had a washcloth in her hand and was trying to clean my angel. "You two could at least have let me finish cleaning her up." Randy looked exhausted, and sat on the couch. "We did. You got nearly all of it." All of it? She was a sticky mess. Becky untied my hands, which were numb. They stung as the blood started moving freely. "Hold her. Don't let her fall off." She was leaning against me, my sweet Princess, hunching her hips against me, sliding up and down my hard-on. "Oh," she moaned, "so good, so hard, so fat, thank you, thank you. Nice cock." I hugged her. What had I done to her? How could I ever face her again? "It's Ok, baby, I've got you now. It's over." She whined, rolling her hips. "Not over. Not over, not yet." I held her bottom, calming her, nudging into her gently. "Shh, I've got you baby. I'll take care of you." She whimpered, hugging me, "More cock? More?" "Yes Princess, whatever you need." She calmed down, and I held her, moving as little as possible, hanging on so I wouldn't come in my daughter. Her breathing calmed. Becky had finished untying me, and I stood up, stretching, holding my baby in my arms. Jenny went crazy for a minute, struggling. "No! Don't stop! More, more..." I sat on the couch, between Randy and Becky, holding my girl, filling her. She heaved a huge sigh, and relaxed. "She's almost there, Mr. Young. I'm sorry I couldn't finish her," Randy said. I nodded. "No, I appreciate you trying. You're a good friend." I turned to Becky, "You too, beautiful. Thank you for all you did." She got up on her knees, and kissed me. Long and deep. "Can you take care of her now? I'm going to get killed by the parental units." "Sure, I've got her from here. I think she's almost asleep." Randy got up, leaned over and gave my girl a hug. "Be gentle with her," he told me, "she's had a rough day." Him, telling me to be gentle with my daughter. I wondered how many times he'd pumped her full of cum. "I will," was all I said. I knew I should be more grateful for his help, but it was difficult. I held her a while longer, letting her rock herself contentedly on my cock. I felt her shudder once, coming softly, and my eyes filled with tears. I lifted her off my cock, and she went nuts, fighting to get it back, and I relented, sliding back inside her loose pussy. She groaned as it slipped back inside her, and she trembled, thanking me repeatedly. My daughter hugged me tightly, and relaxed, her hips no longer grinding, satisfied as long as I was inside her. I stood with her, my joints aching from my confinement, and walked with her to the back of the house. I turned into my bedroom, stopping, horrified. The bed was stripped except for the fitted sheet, which had huge wet spots covering 80% of the surface. There were empty bottles and cans everywhere, and dozens of used condoms leaking onto the carpet. They were everywhere. I couldn't believe how many. The place reeked. I felt a tug on my arm, and Julie was there, pulling me away. "I didn't want you to see this. I was going to clean it up as soon as I checked on Mrs. Young. She's sleeping fine." "You don't have to clean it up," I told her. "I'll take care of it in the morning." I leaned against the door-jamb, letting it absorb some of our combined weight. My tiny daughter was getting heavy. Julie walked past me, picking up condoms and dropping them in the waste basket. "I'll be fine. You take care of her. You won't want to sleep in here anyway. Why don't you two go lie down in her room? I'll stay with your wife. I want to be there for her when she wakes up. I have no idea how she's going to react." She stood up on tiptoes and pulled my head down for a quick kiss. "You and me are going to talk tomorrow. You've caused a lot of trouble." I could feel myself blushing. "Promise me, no more of your magic serum. At least not until we work out the proper dosage." Her words shocked me, and she gave me a wink. My arms and legs were trembling from holding onto my daughter, and I staggered with her to her room. A girl's room, pink and yellow, posters and stuffed animals. It seemed so wrong to be there, with her, like that. I sat on the bed and held my daughter in my lap, wondering if she was asleep soundly enough to dislodge her. She groaned when I tried to pull her off my cock, clinging to me with her arms and legs. "Bedtime, Princess," I whispered. Hoping our nightly ritual might get through to her. She sighed, "Daddy?" "Yes baby girl." "I'm sorry. I was bad, really, really bad," she murmured. She let me pull out of her, and lay her down, but she started whimpering. I leaned over and kissed her. "Please, Daddy, not yet. Don't stop yet. I need you." The magic words I could never deny. I felt the tears again, as I opened her legs and knelt between them. She opened her arms for me. I eased into her, and she relaxed. "Oh, good, so good. Thank you Daddy." I fucked her. I leaned over and slid my cock in and out of that stretched out pussy, while she relaxed, mewling tiny noises of pleasure. My tears streamed off my face, splashing on her. She opened her eyes, pouting. "Don't cry Daddy," she murmured, "I won't be bad again. Just tonight, Ok?" "Alright, Princess. Just this once. No more bad little girl." My voice cracked as I said it. "Thank you," she whispered. "Don't stop, don't ever stop, Daddy, not tonight." She relaxed, beautiful, despite her new bruises and disheveled look. She pressed back, still orgasming every few minutes, her body melting, her upraised knee flopping to the side. She would respond to my kisses, and adjust herself to my need, while I filled hers. She gasped, "Daddy!" coming hard, then eased back into the bed, finally sated, and falling soundly asleep. I wish I could say I stopped. That would be a lie. I continued, for a long time, finding it impossible to come. I didn't know if it was the drugs, the situation, or the fact that I'd already come so many times. I fucked my sweet Princess until my knees hurt, and my arms ached, pounding her innocent pussy. She seemed to wake a little coming for me. She suddenly sat up, pulling off my cock. "I'm going to be sick," she moaned. I managed to get the waste basket under her in time for her to throw up what looked like a quart of cum. She continued until she was spitting up bile, dry heaving. I wiped her mouth with one of her dirty shirts, got some water from the bathroom, and helped her rinse out her mouth. She lay back down and I held her trembling body until she calmed. She reached between my legs and slid my cock back into her. "Sorry, Daddy," she said sadly, and I fucked my little girl, until she fell back asleep. I kissed her lightly, rolled her over, and slid my cock into her gaping ass, with little difficulty. It was only a little tighter than her poor pussy, not the impenetrable knot it should have been. She only shifted a couple of times, pushing her ass back to me, sighing with pleasure. I fucked her hard, willing her to wake up and beg for more of my cock. I moved her legs, raised her hips in the air, and hammered my innocent child. I watched her body tremble as she came on my cock, and I finally found my release. When I let her go, she rolled over on her side, her craving for cock finally sated. I got up carefully, and went back to my bedroom. It was neater, but still filthy. I'd have to have it re-carpeted, and replace the bed, before I could ever sleep in there again. There was a large garbage bag just inside the door, and I carted it off to the garage. I went back to my girl's bedroom and rinsed out the waste basket. Destroying the hideous evidence, that my daughter's mouth had been a willing, even eager cum bucket. I checked in on my wife, and found Julie and her clinging together, naked, both sleeping soundly. I kissed them both gently, happy they could rest. If only I could. I could see the first light of dawn. It was almost 6:00 am. I got out three bottles of juice, one for each of the ladies upstairs. I imagined they'd be thirsty when they awoke. I got my serum out, and studied the label, wondering how things could have gone so wrong. I'd been careful, reading the trial notes, studying the experimental drugs efficacy. It was only half a dose, and shared by two women. I brought it under the light and noticed the small print at the bottom. Concentrated. 20 to 1 dilution required. Shit. My girls had shared a dose 10 times too large. Jenny had clearly gotten the most. What a mess I'd made. My poor wife. My poor, poor baby girl. Fucked senseless by a score of men, because I didn't read the fine print. I opened each juice bottle and carefully put one single drop in each bottle. Thinking better of it, I added another drop to Jenny's, for good luck. I took the drinks upstairs and set one on each side of both beds. I returned to my daughter, fondling Jenny's body until I was hard again. I climbed on top of her, entering her pussy, making her moan so sweetly. I'd have to thank Julie later. She had made sure that nobody fucked my daughter or wife without a condom. Nobody but me. Sweet girl. I'd have to reward her. After I'd finished with my baby girl. She needed me, and I never could say no to her. I never would. =================================== Hope you enjoyed this twisted tale of a bad plan gone horribly wrong. I'm sorry, every once in a while I can't help myself.