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   ________ "NO!" I screamed into the phone, even as I realized it probably
had been inevitable,"She can't be dead!"

   "It's true, sister," my brother sounded like he was having trouble
holding back his tears, too, "That guy who owns all the whorehouses in
Patpong did it!  He happened to see us in the market, and recognized
Mother, even after three years!  His fighters just beat her to death!  I
tried to help, but they knocked me down, and our sisters pulled me away
before they could come after me too.  We ran away, but he yelled at us,
saying he was going to catch us eventually, and when he did, he was going
to put us all to work as whores!"

   "Fat Henry did this?!" I cried, so devastated and angry I hardly knew
what I was saying, "I'll cut his balls off!  But what are you three going
to do?"

   "I don't know!" he cried, "We can't stay in Bangkok!  I guess we'll hide
in the country for a while.  Maybe try to get up to father's family, but
then the bank won't know where to send the money!"

   My brother was only a year younger than me, but fourteen is a young age,
even in Thailand, to become head of a household.

   Suddenly Father's voice came through the phone.

   "Forgive me if I'm intruding, May," he said, "I don't make a habit of
listening in on your conversations, but I thought you might be in some kind
of trouble when I heard you screaming."

   "Oh, Father," I wailed, happy to have him there, no matter the reason,
"Fat Henry had his thugs beat Mother to death, and now he wants to enslave
my brother and sisters!"

   "I see..." he said, "Is this your brother on the line?"

   "Yes, Father."

   "Does he speak English?" Father queried.

   "We all do, Mr.  Loomis." my brother answered for me, "our father
insisted before he died that we all learn English."

   "Ok, here's what you do.  Are your sisters with you?"

   "Yes."

   "All right.  Go to this address..." He gave an address on the south side
of the city, "Knock once, wait three seconds, then knock again, only once,
got that?"

   "Knock once, count 'thousand one, thousand two, thousand three,' then
knock once more." my brother replied.

   "Good.  Whoever answers the door, tell him Loomis sent you and that you
and your sisters are to wait there until I come for you, ok?"

   My brother acknowledged both the instructions and the implied rescue
with a heartfelt "Thank you, sir!"

   And just like that, I was on my way back to Thailand, a little bigger,
and a lot different inside.  As the plane reached cruising altitude and the
seatbelt light went off, Father leaned over and spoke to me in hushed
tones.

   "I can bring your brother and sisters to the States easily enough, May."
he said seriously, as though talking to another grown-up, "but the best way
to do that is to adopt them.  If I adopt them, they will have the same sort
of life as you.  If they can't deal with that, I need to know as soon as
possible so I can make other arrangements."

   My eyes must have been big as saucers as I asked, "ALL of them, Father?"

   Father nodded and said, "Yes, May.  Your brother AND your sisters."

   We must have been thinking of different things because when I exclaimed,
"How wonderful!" he looked a little shocked.

   "You understand what that means, May?  They will all be treated the same
way you are."

   "I know that, Father," I looked at him like, 'I'm not completely stupid,
you know!', "but to get out of Fat Henry's clutches and get a first class
education along with American citizenship?  They'd be crazy not to jump at
the chance!"

   He smiled and patted my arm, "That also means I have to tell them how
you've been living, May..."

   I thought about that for a moment, and said, "Let me tell them, father.
You will tell them the hard facts like you did me - 'I will put THIS, in
THERE...' - and scare them half to death like you did me!  I want them to
know how I feel about what you do to and with me, to understand how much I
treasure my life and let them know that there is much more than sex in our
relationship.  I don't expect that they will feel the same way I do, but at
least they won't feel like they're - how do you say it?  'Jumping out of
the frying pan into the fire?'"

   Father smiled and said, "I was hoping you would say that, May.  If your
mother were still alive, I would be proud to tell her how hard you've tried
to make sure that I had no cause to cancel our deal, but from the... 
enthusiasm you've shown, I always thought there was more than duty
involved."

   I hugged his muscular bicep and said, "Father, Master, perhaps I am a
wicked girl for feeling this way, but I would not trade my life now for all
the money in the world!  You do, and allow me to do some of the most
debased things either of us can think of, and I love all of it, but more
than that, through it all, I feel loved and protected."

   Father smiled and kissed me gently on the forehead, whispering, "You ARE
loved, May, and protected!"

   It was a long flight, and even though I slept through most of it, my
eyelids felt like lead when we landed, and my mouth and throat were dry.  I
stopped to buy a bottle of water from a vendor at the airport, but Father
stopped me, and had me buy a different, more expensive bottle.

   "You have been away from here for three years, May." he cautioned,
"America is a very antiseptic country compared to the rest of the world,
and your body may have lost some of its defenses against the local
bacteria."

   It was wise advice, and I admonished myself to heed it while I was here.
It was a miracle I had survived in the conditions in which I had grown up,
and it wouldn't do to assume that I still could.

   We took a taxi to the southside and I took time to study the familiar
lights of my home town.  They looked so familiar, and yet so alien!

   When we arrived at our destination Father gave a peculiar pattern of
knocks to an inconspicuous door.  A suspicious man opened the door for us,
looking up and down the street and studying the buildings across, with
hardly a glance at us.

   Satisfied that we were not followed, he ushered us down a long narrow
hallway.  and into a large room with several overstuffed chairs and a sofa.
The plush carpet, elegant furniture, and expensive fixtures would have been
right at home in Father's house, and I wondered at finding such opulence
here in one of the poorest parts of Bangkok.

   Father told me to take a seat, saying he would be right back.  He
disappeared through an ornate door, leaving me alone with a large,
hard-faced man.  When his face broke into a friendly smile, I thought it
would crack!  I was so shocked it took me a moment to realize he had
extracted a sweaty bottle of water from a small refrigerator, and was
offering it to me!

   "Oh, thank you!" I said, taking the ice cold bottle and downing it
without stopping.

   He still said nothing, but his smile was back and he offered another
bottle as I lowered the empty one from my mouth.

   I smiled gratefully, and took it from him.

   "Are you allowed to speak?" I asked, more out of curiosity than a need
for conversation.

   He smiled that improbable smile again and dipped his head slightly,
saying, "Only if you wish it, Mistress!"

   "Hi," I said, holding out my hand, American fashion, "I'm May!"

   "I know, Mistress," he said quietly, "and I am honored to make your
acquaintance.  All of us here know of you, Mistress May.  You are something
of a legend in Mr.  Loomis' households, here and in the States.  My name is
Turk, and I'll be your bodyguard while you are here."

   Just then, Father emerged wearing all black clothing.  He saw me and
smiled.

   "I'll be back in an hour or two, May" he said lightly, but I could sense
tension in his voice, "I have some business to take care of.  Your brother
and sisters will be out shortly.  They sleep rather soundly when they feel
safe, apparently."

   I hugged him tight and guessed at what kind of business he might have,
saying, "Take care, Father, and do me a favor will you?"

   In answer to his questioning look, I continued, "Bring me back his
balls, Ok?"

   Father gave me a smile that made me glad I wasn't Henry, and left
quietly, followed by several more black clad men.

   Just as the door closed behind him, three small figures shuffled
sleepily out of the door through which father had come.  It took them a few
moments to notice me and realize who was standing there with her arms
outstretched.  To my surprise, they used my American name!

   "MAY!" they all shouted at once, almost bowling me over in their haste
to hug and kiss me!  My brother was now taller than me, and the little ones
were much bigger than I remembered!

   Turk, another large man, and two lovely Asian ladies who moved like
cats, herded us through the inner door and down another series of halls to
a bedroom holding only one giant bed.  The covers were rumpled and I
guessed that this was where my siblings slept.

   "Your things are there, Mistress May." Turk said quietly, pointing.

   I thanked him and he slipped out, closing the door behind him.

   It took a couple of hours to catch up with all that had happened since I
left even though I knew much of it from their letters, but finally, my
brother asked, "How is it in America, May?  Does this Mr.  Loomis treat you
all right?"

   I gave him a huge smile and said sincerely, "I can't imagine how I could
be any happier!"

   My thirteen year-old sister asked fearfully, "But doesn't he, you know,
use you for sex?"

   I put my arm around her and answered, "Of course he does!  That's what
he bought me for, remember?  But he is a kind and gentle man at heart, and
I would do anything for him!"

   "But he's so big!" the little one cried, "Doesn't it hurt?"

   I stroked her silky black hair, realizing that she was the same age I
had been when Father first bought me, and replied softly, "That's how I
like it best, little one!  I knew it would hurt when he first had me, and
decided to embrace the pain, so I wouldn't disappoint him, and to my
surprise, all that pain turned into unbelievable pleasure!  You can't know
until you've tried it, but there is a strange connection between agony and
ecstasy that's hard to define!"

   They looked at me with their mouths open, and I decided to leave it at
that until I had caught up on my sleep.

   "Come, let's sleep!" I said, "I will tell you everything tomorrow, I
promise, in detail!"

   When we awoke the next morning, one of the cat-ladies ushered us into a
spacious dining area where we found Father looking none the worse for wear,
except for a minor scrape on his knuckles.

   "Sit down, kids." he said seriously, "we have something to discuss."

   Steaming plates of food, with plenty of rice, were placed in front of
each of us, and we fell to while Father made his speech.

   "There is no longer a need for you to leave Bangkok," he said quietly,
catching my eye, "if you don't want to.  If any of you want to come with me
and May," he continued, "I will adopt you and bring you to the United
States..."

   The others chattered excitedly among themselves, forgetting their
English in their excitement, until Father interrupted.

   "You must understand that any of you who choose to come with us will
live like May does." he looked squarely at my brother and said, "Even you."

   They were a bit more subdued but still prattled on until my Brother
asked, "But what about the fat man and his goons?  Won't they be after us
as soon as you leave?"

   Father drew a small jar from his pocket that contained a shapeless red
and brown blob and handed it to me.  I took it with shaking hands and
examined its contents, hardly daring to breathe.  Sure enough, it was a
pair of testicles cleanly severed from the owner's body, but there wasn't
much blood.

   All I said was, "Henry..."

   Father continued my train of thought, "...has no further use for them!"

   I spoke to the others in Thai, explaining our exchange, and showed them
the jar, telling them of its contents.

   "So there really is no need for us to leave Bangkok!" my brother
exclaimed.

   Father shook his head.  "No.  I want you all to come live with us, but I
want you to do it because you want to, not because you have to.  You have
until tonight to decide.  May will stay with you and answer your questions
while I take care of some things, but by tomorrow, I need to start the
adoption proceedings for whoever wants to come."

   They had all manner of questions, and I answered openly and honestly,
shocking them at times, but being sure to stress how much I loved
everything I experienced.

   In the end, my brother decided to stay, as he was pretty much old enough
to take care of himself, anyway, but my sisters decided to come with me.

   "You should choose names that are easier for Americans to pronounce," I
told them.

   "We already have!" they giggled.

   "I'm June!" the older cried.

   "And I'm April!" said the younger, shyly.

   I laughed at the way they had continued the calendar theme from my own
choice of 'May', and took them in tow to find Father and tell him of their
decision.

   Father smiled warmly, hugged them both and welcomed them to the family,
then turned to my brother.

   "You will continue to receive the money I promised your mother, but it
will stop when you reach eighteen, so you should try to save as much as
possible, ok?" Father shook his hand like an equal, and my brother's chest
swelled with pride.

   "Yes sir, Mr.  Loomis!"

   "Ok, girls," Father said, "We need to move into a hotel, because I'll
need an address to give the government during the negotiations for your
adoption, and I like to keep this place out of the public eye.  Your
brother will be able to visit, but it's best he doesn't stay with us."

   If anything, the adoption proceedings went even faster with my sisters
than they had with me.  Most of the people Father had to deal with,
especially at the American embassy, were near tears by the time he finished
explaining how the gangster who had recently met with an unfortunate
accident was responsible for having their mother killed.  He mentioned how
he had already adopted one Thai orphan, and it would be so nice for her to
have sisters who shared her language and background.  He neglected to
mention that they already WERE my sisters, since during my adoption he had
said I was a street urchin who had stolen his heart.

   Before we knew it, we were bidding our brother a tearful goodbye at the
airport.  Father shook his hand again and said, "If you should change your
mind, just go to the house on the south side and tell them you want to get
in touch with me."

   "Yes, sir." my brother replied, trying to stay strong.

   On the flight home, my sisters alternated between unbearable sadness and
immense joy, not knowing any better than I had how to deal with the
conflicting emotions.  Finally, exhausted, they fell sound asleep.

   Father put his arm around me and said softly, "May, I think it would be
best if you prepare them for me.  Can you do that?"

   I fairly glowed at being given such responsibility and replied, "Oh YES,
Father!"

   I tried to sleep then, but I was so excited and so full of plans that my
mind wouldn't slow down enough for me to sleep!

   Father allowed me the first day to show my sisters around the house and
grounds, and I felt so grand giving them the tour.

   April asked me at one point, "Is that one of the dogs that...?"

   "Oh, yes!" I cried, scratching the Weimaraner in question behind his
ear, "and he's a great one, but that one..."

   I pointed out a large Lab, "...he's my favorite!  His prick is huge and
his knot gets real big and it comes up just when he starts fucking me, so I
feel it sliding around inside me the whole time 'til he cums!"

   My pussy was getting wet just talking about it.

   "Can we see...?" asked April, almost inaudibly, "I mean, can we watch
you?"

   Their 'training' wasn't to start until tomorrow and I almost shook my
head, but June was nodding her head, too, and I thought no harm would come
from letting them see how much I enjoyed this.

   "Are you sure?" I asked them both, "You really want to watch me get
fucked by a dog?"

   They nodded eagerly, and I noticed April's little hand between her legs.
Oh my!

   I got a leash and led the lab out, with some difficulty, since he kept
sticking his nose up my skirt, and went in search of Manuel.

   I found him in the stable and after introducing him to my sisters asked,
"Can we use your room, Manuel?  My sisters want to see what it looks like
when Midnight fucks me?"

   "Of course, Little Princess!" He said, then started scuffing his boot
toe in the hay, "But, well, that is...  can I...?"

   "...Watch?" I asked, and at his eager nod, smiled, "Why not?  But let's
not make it a community affair this time, ok?  Just you!"

   Manuel locked the door behind us, and my sisters gasped as I lifted my
dress over my head and my naked body stood before them, my new nipple rings
glinting in the lamplight.  Father had let me get them on my Fifteenth
birthday, but I had to wait another year for the clit ring.  My nipples
still tingled whenever anyone touched the rings, even lightly!

   My sisters stared, and April asked, "Did HE do that to you?"

   "No," I smiled, "The upstairs maid, Greta did it.  I had to beg Father
to let me have them, but he finally relented."

   "You WANTED them?!" the cried, almost simultaneously.

   "Yes, silly!" I pulled on them a little and gave an involuntary gasp,
"They feel SOOO sexy!"

   "Can I touch them?" June asked, and at my nod, each of them took hold of
a ring.

   June inspected the ring and my nipple, turning it this way and that. 
April studied my face and stared into my eyes as she twisted and tugged on
hers, trying to guage my reaction.  I was beginning to get a feeling about
April...

   My knees got weak and my pussy juice ran down my thighs, not just from
the physical sensation, but from the realization that within twenty four
hours I'd be fucking my pretty little sisters while Father watched!

   "Ok!  Ok!" I said, prying their hands from my tits, "If you keep that up
I'm going to cum!"

   I got my sisters seated in Manuel's big overstuffed chair and knelt at
the side of his bed, waggling my little brown butt at Midnight.  Unleashed,
he wasted no time climbing aboard!

   I reached between my legs to help him find the right spot and saw Manuel
heading toward the chair where my sisters sat.

   "They're not ready for you yet, Manuel!" I told him, "And you know how
possessive Father is!  You'd better sit somewhere else, ok?"

   I guessed that Father hadn't had time to brief his staff about my
sisters since everything was done in such a hurry.

   Thankfully, Manuel understood, and settled into another chair.  I wasted
no more thought on him as Midnight's big red dick found my hole and speared
inward so fast it took my breath away!

   As usual, his knot inflated almost immediately, and I heard my sisters
gasp as they watched the huge thing sink into me one final time, and not
emerge again!  After that, I didn't know or care what was happening in the
room!  Midnight's pounding was driving me higher and higher and my nipple
rings, dragging back and forth across Manuel's blankets, were shooting
lightning to my overstretched pussy!

   I started cumming non-stop, not only from Midnight's great fucking, but
from the feelings aroused in me at the thought of my younger sisters
watching, knowing that soon THEY could be in my place!  Midnight was in
great form and his magnificent cock and knot kept me flying for a good
twenty minutes before he inflated my little belly with his hot dog juice!

   When he finally dismounted and stood ass-to-ass with me, I came once
more as his knot rolled over inside my stretched pussy, then looked over my
shoulders to see what was happening behind me.  To my amazement, April was
fingering not only her own hairless little pussy, but her sister's as well!
Both of them stared fixedly at the scene before them, dresses up, panties
down, legs spread wide and intertwined.

   A quick glance in Manuel's direction showed his cock fountaining all
over his clothing as his eyes darted back and forth between me and my
sisters!

   The room was silent except for loud panting from four different mouths,
and a few muffled sounds from within the stable.

   Except when I'm mated to him with my harness, Midnight's almost as quick
to deflate as he is to inflate, so it was only a few minutes before his
shrinking knot shlurped out of my gushing hole, followed by a veritable
waterfall of his cum.  I started to stand, but a small hand on my ass
stopped me.  I looked over my shoulder to see June on hands and knees
behind me, inspecting my gaping, still dripping pussy while April sat,
still diddling herself.

   "Didn't that hurt?" June asked, almost clinically.

   I laughed, "Only a little.  Around here, almost everything to do with
sex hurts some.  You can never forget how small we are compared to most of
the cocks here, so you have to expect it to hurt at least a little, and
sometimes a lot.  If you're afraid of it, you'll never get to enjoy it. 
But if you accept it, surrender to it, it turns into the most marvelous,
wonderful feeling ever.  Sort of like huge pleasure bombs going off inside
you!"

   I heard a small cry from the chair and turned to see little April gone
rigid as a board, her little hand trapped between her spasming thighs.  Out
of the corner of my eye I could see Manuel's hand rapidly stroking his
still-hard, wet boner!

   "I think one of those 'pleasure bombs' just went off in April!" I
laughed.

   Indeed, April had slumped limply into the chair with a beatific smile on
her face.  I took the opportunity to whisper in June's ear, "See that? 
You're both going to be experiencing that a lot!"

   June gave me a big smile and whispered back, "She sure LOOKS happy!"

   When we got back to the house, I showed them our room (Father and I
agreed that it would be better for them to sleep with me until they felt a
little more at home here.) and the playroom next door.  I spent almost an
hour answering their questions and showing them how things worked.  Both
were a little intimidated, but their curiosity soon got the better of them
and they started exploring - or rather, June did.  April looked on
politely, but mostly she watched us.  June walked about, studying this and
that, experimenting with the restraints, and dripping pussy juice all over
the place!

   April seemed excited too, but not so much by the equipment as her
sister's excitement.  I knelt behind her and whispered in her ear, "You
can't wait to see this equipment used on one of us, can you?"

   She nodded, almost hypnotically watching as her sister caressed one of
the enormous dildoes in the drawers along the wall.  "You want to be the
one to use this stuff on one of us?"

   Still watching her sister intently, she said, "Both of you!"

   Her hand was once again busy between her legs.

   "And what if I want to use it on you!"

   She thought for a minute, then said, "That would be all right, if I can
see your face while you're doing it!"

   June had experimentally placed her head and hands in the lower block of
a set of low stocks, kneeling to get in the right position.  On a whim, I
dropped the top half of the stocks down, trapping her in place.

   "Hey!" she exclaimed, but didn't really struggle.  Her hands were small
enough that she could have pulled them through the holes if she'd really
wanted to.  Instead, she pretended to struggle, her breath coming in short
gasps.

   April moved around to her head and watched intently as I whispered, "You
can't wait for tomorrow, when I have you bound to these machines and fuck
the living daylights out of you, can you!"

   She gave a strangled cry, and came, without me touching her!  April
wasn't far behind.  It was almost as if she was connected to June, her own
orgasm triggered by June's!

   I brought them back to the bedroom and left them with Greta, reminding
her of how Father felt about people molesting his property without
permission, and went in search of Father.

   I found him in his study, and when I knocked, he invited me in right
away.

   I jumped up on his lap, and kissed him deeply, feeling his cock get hard
under my bottom, before telling him, "Oh Father!  I'm so excited!  My
sisters are different than me, but they're both little sluts!  I can't wait
to get their training started!"

   I told him about the events in the stable, neglecting to mention
Manuel's presence, just in case, but including every other detail.  Then I
told him about our exploration of the playroom and my sisters' reactions.

   "What do you think all that means, May?" he asked, as if I were another
adult!

   "Well, Father," I began, "It's too early to tell for sure, but I think
June is submissive, and I think she will be very fond of mechanical things.
She seems to have a fascination for them and their uses on a person's
body!"

   "April, though," I continued, "doesn't know it yet, but I believe she's
a voyeur.  She gets great pleasure from other people's pleasure!  I'm not
sure yet, but I think too that she will make an excellent Domme!  She
wanted to have June and I both at her mercy in the playroom!"

   Father smiled expansively and triggered the remote for the TV in his
study, saying, "You have come a very long way in three short years, May!"

   I had forgotten about the cameras in the playroom!  Father had them
installed after my first adventures in trying to prepare my bottom for his
cock by impaling myself on dildoes.  When he heard the story from me and
Greta, he feared that I would do something harmful to myself and no one
would be around to help.  I never told him so, but I think he also didn't
want to miss a minute of my sexual explorations!

   Together we watched as my sisters expanded their horizons by exploring
the playroom.  "There, Father!  See how June caresses each piece of
equipment like a lover?  You can just SEE the desire in her eyes!"

   "But here..." I continued my blow-by-blow narration of what we were
watching, "See how April watches her sister?  That's not the look of a
little sister looking up to her big sister!  That's the look of a cat about
to pounce on a mouse!  Oooh I didn't see that before!  Look at her
expression as I trap June in the stocks!  Look at that smile and how she
caresses June's buttocks as she walks around her!"

   Father hugged me and caressed my breasts familiarly, almost
absent-mindedly.  "I think your assessment is accurate May!  Are you sure
you want to start your sisters down this path?"

   I looked Father steadily in the eyes and answered, "Father, I wish my
family had never been placed in the situations that brought us to this, but
my wishes can't change what is.  My sisters, even with the money you were
paying them in Bangkok, had little hope of ever rising above the level they
were at when you found me.  Here, at least, they have a chance to make
something more of themselves, and if they have to endure a little sex along
the way, it's a small price to pay.  I have told my sisters EVERYTHING
about my life here, in graphic detail.  I've told them about how I 'reward'
the members of the staff who have done well, I've told them about (and
shown them) how I have sex with the dogs, I've told them about the things
Greta and I do together, and I've given them every detail about the first
times you fucked me, how much it hurt, and how I came.  THEY chose to be
here, and they know what they're here for.  Why would I NOT want to do
everything in my power to help them enjoy their stay here?"

   I gave him an impish grin and stroked his growing erection, saying, "I
know you're an old pervert with a thing for little girls, but you're a NICE
old pervert!"

   Father gave me a hurt look and said, "What do you mean 'old'?  I'm not
so old!"

   I laughed and kissed him, answering, "Compared to me and my sisters,
you're practically a fossil!"

   Father gave me a mock-angry look and turned me face down on his lap,
"You're going to pay for that young lady!"

   My dress flew up around my waist and Father's big hand landed with a
SPLAT!  on my little brown bottom.  It only stung a little, but it sure
turned me on!  I pretended to cry and rubbed the handprint on my butt!  "Oh
Father!  I'm sorry!  I promise I won't compare you to anything older than a
dinosaur from now on!"

   "Why you little minx!" Father exclaimed, "Just for that, you get
another!"

   His hand smacked into my bottom again, but this time, stayed where it
was, and started caressing the little red mounds!

   "Ooooh!  You dirty old man!" I told him, "I'll give you 'til three... 
o'clock, to stop that!"

   Father laughed at my little joke and asked hoarsely, "And what if I
don't?"

   "Jeez!" I said, "Do I have to tell you everything!  EEEK!"

   His big finger shot up into my dripping pussy and rubbed my G-spot!

   "I guess not!" He laughed.

   "Ooooh, you old pervert!" I cooed, "I bet you'd like to stick your
gnarly old dick in my innocent young pussy, wouldn't you?!"

   "I AM going to stick my gnarly old dick in your not-so-innocent young
pussy," he warned, "you little slut!"

   "Ooooohhhh Father!" I retorted, "You say the nicest things!"

   After that, the little skit we were improvising kind of fell apart. 
Father's freed erection sprang up from his open zipper, and he lifted me
like a little doll, and dropped me, sopping wet pussy first, right down on
it!

   "MMMMMM!" I groaned, "Ooooohhhh, Father!  You're cock is just right for
my slutty little pussy!  It stretches me soooo nice!"

   "Do you think your sisters will like my cock as much as you do?" He
asked.

   I had to think about that for a while - a hard thing to do when your
being forcefully slammed up and down a huge pole!

   "I think June will pretty much accept whatever you do to her." I
answered, "Whether she really likes it or not.  If you want April to enjoy
it, she's going to have to be able to see your face, or hear how much
you're enjoying it."

   "And what about you, miss May?" Father asked, "Do you still like my
cock?"

   "I LOVE your cock, Father!" I cried as a bottomed out again, "I like
almost any kind of sex, because I know how much it pleases you, but when
you give me the gift of your big, hard cock, I'm in HEEEAAAAVVEENNN!"

   'Heaven' got somewhat distorted by my climax, as my body went rigid and
and I shrieked the word at the rafters!

   Father wasn't far behind, and as I fell limply on his chest, I felt his
warmth spreading inside my belly!

   A few minutes later, Father was shaking me awake, saying, "Let's get you
to bed, little one.  We've both got a big day tomorrow!"

   I smiled and snuggled closer to his chest.  He surrendered and carried
me up to my bedroom, depositing me gently beside my wide-eyed siblings.  I
wondered what they were staring at, until I felt Father's shrinking cock
slip from inside me as he put me on the bed.

   I returned his goodnight kiss, then, with a contented smile, bade my
sisters good night.

   I could hear them whispering excitedly to each other as I drifted off to
sleep, but I was too far gone to care.