Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Slave Chronicles: Anastasia, Part I by: Sheepskin (Inc - F/d, MF/d; lac; cum) Prologue: The Slave Chronicles take place in the universe of Slave Maker, in the land of Mioya. Anastasia rolled over to the sounds of the birds chirping. The sun made the inside of her eyelids white. She took in a deep breath and opened them. Exhaling, she stretched out on the big bed, her bare chest bathed in the morning's sunlight. She looked over on either side and discovered she was alone. The clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen called out to her and her hungry stomach. As she stood up, she felt a warm little trickle on the inside of her thigh. Her hand reached down and her finger scooped up a drop of semen. She brought it up to her nose and inhaled its musky scent. She shivered, her body already smoldering in renewed lust. She licked her finger as her other hand wiped her cunny, finding more sticky dewiness. She quickly cleaned her other hand, moaning softly. She stood against the bed for another minute, her naked body lightly heaving with weighted breaths. Finally, she picked up her dusty white tunic from the floor and pulled it over her head. She struggled a bit, pulling it down over her breasts, and when she finished, she once again thought that it felt a little tighter all over. She smiled, evermore satisfied that she was actually becoming a woman. Turning to the mirror, she started fixing her long, red hair. Her lithe figure filled out her garment, revealing a generous and growing bosom. The bottom hem stretched a little tighter around her luxurious thighs and pert ass. In the kitchen, Anastasia's mother, Lillian, was busy putting small logs and kindling into the stove. Anastasia trotted out and wrapped her arms around her mother, playfully kissing her on the cheek. "Good morning, honey," she smiled. Anastasia started helping her mother going through a basket of vegetables. "Where's Daddy?" "He's out in the field, checking on the blackberry bushes. Want some milk?" "Sure, thanks," she chirped. Lillian reached into the icebox and pulled out a large bottle. She filled a ceramic cup and handed it to her daughter as she sat down at a small wooden table. Anastasia began to drink it eagerly, her body becoming flush. A moan hid just below a deep breath as she finished drinking. Lillian glanced at her daughter and smiled. "Good?" Anastasia mewed in response. "When is this from?" "A few nights ago. We've almost run out again. I'll have to stay in this afternoon." Anastasia examined her mother's figure, her bust was subtly larger. "I could taste some of it last night," she mentioned while smiling. Lillian grinned, "I think I'm full too," she said as she looked down and felt the weight of her breasts. Her breasts had become the center of Lillian's world ever since she was very young. Sold to a dairy farmer, she had been raised as cattle. The farmer to which she had belonged was also an alchemist, obsessed with "output." She had been given countless salves, potions, and tonics - all designed to turn her entire body into a milk machine. A couple of them worked as her breasts had grown abnormally large, and at one point, perpetually leaked milk so long as she was hydrated enough. Since her emancipation from the dairy farmer, her breasts shrunk some, but were still grand. To this day, her body, of its own accord, still produced large quantities. This was a trait she was quite sure she had passed to Anastasia that would arise sooner or later. Lillian brought over a small, chipped dish with some apples and pears to the table and sat down. Both started eating the fruit. "Don't forget to weed and check the cabbage for rot today. Your dad's going to be busy with those bushes." "I know, Mom." "You plan on washing up before going out?" "Doesn't seem to be much point in it." Anastasia finished her breakfast quickly, anxiously wanting to get out in the field. She dumped the apple core back on the dish and stood up, turning for the door. Her mother sighed in mild annoyance. "See? That's what I'm talking about," she said, nodding her head at the back of Anastasia's dress. Ana turned around, a thick wet spot had spread from the seat of the tunic. Her chair also had a distinct shiny spot glistening in the morning light, slowly soaking into the wood. "Oh, sorry about that," she said meekly but smirked. She wiped up the stain from the chair with her hand and wiped her hand on the side of her dress. The smell of semen filled her nostrils, sending a hot surge running down her spine. "Ana, really," Lillian grimaced. "It's dirty anyway, isn't it?" Her mother sighed, and shook her head. "You better get out there." She motioned to the icebox. "Take the last bottle of milk with you." "Thanks, Mom." Anastasia complied, taking the cold bottle into her hot hands, and walked briskly out the door. "Bye, Mom. I love you!" "Love you too, my dear," Lillian replied with a warm smile. Anastasia started out towards the fields. She could feel the warm wetness slowly run down her thigh as she walked. She took in a long breath, luxuriating in the feeling. A slight breeze made the stain on the seat of her dress cool, helping her remember just how dirty she was. She loved it. How could she let such a wonderful blessing, such a wonderful feeling go to waste? She walked a little more deliberately, her gait ever so slightly more open. More wetness. Each step forward brought a longer, thicker rivulet of semen running down both thighs, now about half way to her knees. She opened the bottle and took a long sip of her mother's milk, her body now smoldering in lust. Closing the bottle and licking her lips, she walked a little faster to the bushes where her father would be. It wasn't long before her father's thick cum was rolling over her ankles and into the instep of her worn, pigskin shoes. "This is the best part," she thought; working all day while her daddy's seed kept her legs perpetually damp and sticky and slowly filling her shoes throughout. She would be constantly surrounded by the smell of stale, dank sex mixed with fresh glistening of her sweat as she worked. She heard her father rooting through the bushes before she could see him. She was practically skipping as she approached. "Good morning, Daddy," she chirped. "G'morning, Ana," he said back, his hands full of some weeds he tossed into a pile. "Did you get some breakfast?" "Had some of the apples and pears. They were really good." He smiled. Wilhelm was a handsome, if not earthy man. His labor had given him a strong, stout body and his friendly nature had made him many friends throughout their little community. His best feature, in Ana's mind anyway, was the muscular curve of his neck and shoulders, leading up to his dark brown hair that nicely framed his chiseled face. "Mind if I have some of that?" he said, looking at Ana's bottle of milk. "Of course," she beamed as she handed the milk to her dad. He drank thirstily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down within his tanned, scruffy neck. "Please save me some. Mommy's got to make more today." He finished drinking, leaving the bottle half full. He put the cork back in the bottle as the clip-clopping sound of a horse could be heard coming closer. Ana and her father turned and saw Janus, a servant of the new gods riding his sturdy, brown and white horse down the road. "Good morrow, Wilhelm," the priest called, raising his hand. His robes were black from collar to ankle. His leather belt and shoes were worn from long years of service. A couple of small pouches draped heavily from that belt. His balding forehead was damp with sweat as the heat of summer was already penetrating the morning. "Good day, priest Janus." The priest rode up just across a row of blackberry bushes that bordered the road. "Is that little Anastasia? A pleasure to see you again," he said, smiling. He looked at her up and down. "I haven't seen you in quite some time. The gods have been kind to you, haven't they," he mused, "to all of you," he quickly added with a smile. Anastasia blushed at the compliment, too shy to respond. "Where are you coming from?" Wilhelm inquired. "Mardukane. There was a convening of my order." "That's a long way to travel. You must be hungry and thirsty." "I am anxious to return to the village, but I would gladly share in your water." "Of course, priest. Ana, fill his skin." Anastasia hiked her tunic a bit and hopped lightly over the bush. She took the priest's bota bag and scurried over to the water bucket. "So what news from the city," Wilhelm inquired. "Well, let's see. There's the continuing battles with Sanlo's pirate fleet. All of the nobles ladies are clamoring for the young Prince's hand. He's become quite popular with the people since his new edicts about hunting and fishing rights." "Hard to hate a man who opens his lands to you." "Indeed," the priest chuckled. "But not everyone is in love with him. One of the nobles, a slave owner. His name is Rothschild. He's apparently been getting into heated matches with the Prince at court." "Over what?" "You remember the Prince made new laws some time ago protecting all slaves in the realm from treatment judged to be too harsh." "Of course." "Rothschild is not happy with that. Feels no other man has the right to tell him what he can or cannot do with his property." "What do the other nobles say?" "There has been some mild grumbling from some corners, but mostly this law has been met with acceptance, save Rothschild of course." Anastasia finished filling the skin and firmly tightened the cap. She returned to the priest and handed the bag back to him. "Blessings, my darling," Janus said, receiving the bag. He opened it and drank. Anastasia returned next to her father's side, her hands folded in front of her. She desperately wanted the priest to move along. "I thought all the nobles in the capitol were slave owners anyway." "Not all of them," Janus said wiping his lips on his wrist. "Certainly there is none like Rothschild. It is rumored his treatment of his slaves is... unkind. Some have described it as `cruel' and `profane'. That's one of the reasons he's been so vocal, he feels the Prince is attacking him personally. Which, I suppose, he is." "Why hasn't the Prince arrested him, then?" "He's too powerful. Too much money, too many friends - noble and otherwise. Doing that would have consequences, detestable as he is." Wilhelm nodded and smiled. "Would you like more water before you go?" "Oh, please, no. Home is not far now. What I have now is more than enough." "How about some fruit? Our peaches have just ripened." The priest smiled and glanced over at Ana. "No, but thank you for your offer. I really must be off now. Bring some to me at the next council meeting." "Of course, priest." "New gods be with you," he said with a genial smile. He turned on his horse and headed on down the road. Ana breathed a sigh of relief. "What's the matter, dear? Wilhelm asked, turning to his daughter. "He talks too much." Wilhelm laughed. "You should see him at those council meetings." Anastasia's eyes rolled up and down her father's body, her mind already having left the conversation behind. Her hands reached out for the faded leather belt. Wilhelm's hands grabbed Ana's soft arms and slowly pulled her in. She instinctively dropped to her knees, the scent of stale semen from inside her clothes thick as she went down. Her fingers easily unbuckled her father's belt, his pants falling down past his knees. His cock, an impressive sight, twitched harder and firmer. Ana licked her lips, her eyes glazed over like she was in a trance. She softly closed them as she wrapped those lips around the head. She moaned, her tongue gently, lovingly caressing the silky skin, sliding around the hole before slathering the soft spot underneath where head met shaft. Her hands gripped into her father's hips, pulling herself tighter, his cock penetrating further into her velvet mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up. She saw her daddy looking down upon her with a deep, benevolent smile on his face. Her lips were tight around the bulging veins of daddy's cock. His hips instinctively began to move back and forth. She moaned again in utter bliss. She felt like she was praying, giving thanks to her father, her heart full of humility and gratitude for the blessing of his cock inside her body. The tip of her tongue ran up and down the under-shaft as one of her hands cupped and massaged his heavy scrotum, while the other pulled up her dress and began to rub along the side her slick, sticky, messy cunny. "Ooohhhh, Ana. You're too good at this," he moaned. She felt warmed by these words, her head now firmly buried in his crotch. Her tongue danced about the base of his cock as she carefully and deliberately clenched her throat tighter around the thrusting shaft. Steams of her spit mixed with his copious precum dribbled from her lips, dripping down upon the lace neckline of her dress. Her lips tightened, savoring and swallowing all that she could. He was quickly getting closer to cumming, and she knew it. She knew how to delay him, of course, but her lust, her hunger drove her to refrain from dragging it out. She wanted to feel her daddy cum right into her hot, little mouth. Wilhelm tried hard to hold back, but too many years of practice had taught his daughter precisely how to please him and he at last relented, succumbing to his orgasm as he grunted and groaned, his knees weak. He grabbed Ana's head, forcing it tightly into his lap as long, thick ropes of his seed exploded from his cock. Her body quivered, she forced herself not to swallow, preferring the feeling and taste of her father's cum quickly flooding her mouth. Her cheeks began to bulge, small spurts of jism leaked from the corners of her lips. She finally started swallowing, her throat bobbing with each gulp. She could feel her daddy still holding her head firmly against his crotch, his cock still bucking and spurting inside her tight, hot mouth. Ana's fingers were a flurry against her soppy cunt and the thick taste of the semen and the musk of daddy sent her over the edge, her body rocked with spasms as her cries and moans were muffled by cock flesh. Wilhelm released his grip on Anastasia's head, allowing her to pull back. Her lips and tongue still held firm against the dick, ensuring it was absolutely clean upon its release from her mouth. It popped free and Ana took a gasping breath, but still moaning from her orgasm. She slumped down, her legs thighs still shaking. The front of her dressed was soaked with spit and cum, she could feel some of it ooze down between her heavy breasts. She looked up at her father and smiled, her chest heaving with each breath. He looked down upon his sullied girl and returned her smile. She licked her lips and he bent down to help her stand. "By the gods, I...." Wilhelm stammered. "I really don't know what to say." "You could say, `I love you, Ana.'" "I do love you, Ana," he replied with a bigger grin. "I love you too, Daddy." They embraced, Wilhelm unconcerned about the sticky sex juices clinging to him from Ana's stained clothes. After a moment, he gently pushed her back, his hands resting on her shoulders. "Now I still have a lot of work to do here. And there's a lot of cabbages that need attending." "Yes, Daddy." "Go on, hon. And mind yourself around those shears. I've just sharpened `em." "Yes, Daddy," she repeated with a smile. She turned around and picked up a large basket with the shears and some cloth inside. She picked up the milk bottle and tossed it inside as well. Ana headed off towards the cabbages at the far end of the farm. "Bye, Daddy," she chirped and waved as she walked away. "Bye, hon." He shook his head in a mixture of amusement, amazement, and paternal love, watching his only daughter, filthy from his seed inside and out. Wilhelm did not have much in the way of education. He had never really traveled across the lands (he had only ever been to Mardukane twice). And he couldn't tell the difference between Teromin silk and Bilsin satin. But he was no fool. He admired the curves she had been developing, her hips and ass particularly attractive at this moment. He could swear her breasts had been getting noticeably bigger every day. Her clothes were getting ever tighter. Her sweet face had gained all of the best features of her mother and him, but none of the imperfections. Not only that, but she was both completely depraved and devoted to the family. He was a blessed man, and he knew it. "Make sure you clean up before you come home, or your mom will have a fit!" he suddenly shouted before she was out of earshot. Ana turned and waved from the distance and continued on her way. He tucked his penis back in his pants and resumed pruning the bushes. Anastasia smiled as she walked, savoring the taste of cum still thick on her tongue. Again she delighted in the dewy stickiness covering her inner legs and now her breasts. Her nipples stood boldly against the fabric. She felt complete and began humming her favorite song to herself. She worked studiously throughout the day. The weather was warm and sunny with high clouds and a slight breeze coming from the West. She worked out here often, far from the house and the barn. She enjoyed the solitude and time to indulge in her filthiness and recharge. She had been unusually amorous of late, lust swirling deep in her stomach at the slightest provocation. Thank the gods she had a loving family to help ease her wanton desires. Midway through the afternoon, she took a break. She finished the bottle of milk, now warmed over, but still delicious. She felt herself tingling between her legs again, and surveyed the land she spent all day working on. It looked in good order now, no weeds to be seen, the plants green and healthy. She decided that should be enough for the day. She looked down at her clothes, now completely sodden by the dirt mixing with the fluids. She took a deep breath and tossed her gloves and tools into the basket next to a few cabbages and other vegetables that were ready to harvest. She grabbed some of the cloth she had brought with her and headed for the stream nearby. She pulled her gown up over her head as she walked, exposing her lithe, filthy body to the sunlight. She got to the bank and dropped the rag but still carrying her dress in the water with her. She sucked in a sharp breath at the cold water, but it did not slow her down. She walked to her usual stone in the middle of the rushing stream. There the water was waist-deep. She unfurled her soiled dress and shoved it under the water, rubbing it against itself to release the dirt. She did this for a few minutes and then draped the tunic over the rock to dry. She kneeled down, goose bumps rising over her skin and began to splash water over herself. Bending over, she submerged herself under the water, washing out her hair. After Ana finished bathing, she sat back against the rock and simply enjoyed the sights of the aging afternoon, the light turning into a bolder gold and amber. The sound of rushing water surrounding her brought her a tremendous sense of peace. She relaxed and let herself pee, not even bothering to spread her legs. The warm flow danced with the cold of the stream over her legs and feet. She remained there, soaking up the beautiful nature around her until the vaguest tint of evening blue appeared over head. She stood up, examining her dress. It was drying, but still damp. She took it and walked out of the stream. She picked up the cloth on the bank and dried herself slowly. It was then that she sensed the wind seemed to be coming from the North. Her hands paused drying her hair and she turned. "That's strange," she thought. She resumed drying herself, not giving it much more thought. After she finished, Ana took everything and tossed it on top of the basket. She picked it up, the straw weave softly poking her bare skin. Casually, she took a deep breath. She froze again and turned around, looking north. She thought she could detect something, something on the air. She inhaled. She couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She hurried herself away back towards the house. *** Back at the house, Lillian was sitting at the table, both of her hands tightly massaging her right breast. Her fingers buried themselves deep into her flesh and pulled away from her body. An ample spray of cream-colored milk erupted from her nipple, splashing into a brown, ceramic bowl. Next to it were five full bottles and the sixth waiting its turn. She sighed, satisfied that she had done enough. Her breasts ached, but she felt better, lighter. She carefully poured her milk into the last bottle, filling it just to the top. She corked it and took all of the bottles and placed them in the ice chest. After pulling her top back on, Lillian began to busy herself making dinner. Before long, Wilhelm stepped through the door, carrying a basket of black berries and a large pail of water. "Evening." "Hello, dear." He set the berries down on the table and poured some of the water into the washbasin in the corner. He started washing his face and hands, while his wife stirred a big pot of stew. "Has Ana returned yet?" he asked. "Not yet. I imagine she'll be back soon. How is it looking out there?" "Oh, everything's fine." He finished washing himself and took a towel from a peg and dried his face. He smiled, looking at his wife as she cooked. She was still beautiful, he thought. He slid up behind her, wrapping his thick arms just under her arms. She smiled too in return, and leaned back against him. He kissed her gently on her head and started trailing towards her soft neckline, taking playful bites of her ear lobe and neck. She giggled. Her other hand reached back towards his crotch, finding his cock rising against her curvy ass. "Mmmmm, you're an animal," she moaned. "Better believe it," he softly hissed into her ear. "We...mmnnn...we should wait for Ana. After dinner," she cooed weakly. "Ohhh, but when was the last time it was just you and me?" "I can't remember." His fingers began hiking up her dress. "It has been too long," she continued breathlessly. Once he was able, his hands traveled up inside her dress, feeling her warm stomach. He lifted higher, his fingers encountering wetness as he began to fondle her heavy bosom. "Did you milk today?" "You know this always happens when we do this right afterwards," she bit her lip, moaning. A light, but steady stream of her milk trickled between her fingers. Drips of it formed and fell to the floor. Lillian summoned up the very last of her resistance, "Really, hon...enghhh...we should eat first and continue this with Ana." He grunted a little, his cock bulging against his pants, firmly embedded in the tight divide of her ass. "Y..you're right. The food smells too good anyway," he relented, wiping the warm, wet milk from her nipples and letting her dress fall back into place. He couldn't resist but lick his fingers clean. Anastasia walked through the doorway and smiled happily, "Hello." "Good evening, dear," her mother replied. "Hi," her father smiled, noticing that she was completely naked. Lillian turned from the pot and saw her. "Oh, honey. Did you walk all the way home like that?" "Of course," Ana giggled. "Well, at least you're clean," she said after looking at her up and down. "And your dress?" "It's still damp." "Well hang it up, put something on, and sit down at the table. Dinner's nearly ready." Anastasia did as she was told, choosing a loose, light blue tunic owned by her mother. It was fraying around the edges and a little faded, but it fit Ana a little better than her own dresses. They all sat down to a nice lamb stew, bread, and a bottle of red wine given to them from the Frientons who were vintners of long-standing. Ana could not only feel the energy emanating from her parents, but she could see tell of it as well. Her mother's dress was damp just at the tips of each breast, and the speed at which both of them ate was also a big clue. The feeling was infectious, and before the stew was finished, Ana's cunny was as moist and humming as her mother's. Wilhelm finished first, as his hunger for food had been just a little more powerful than his hunger for his wife and daughter. He put down his spoon on the table and finished his cup of wine in one long draught. Without a word he stood up and walked to the bedroom. Lillian and Anastasia were not quite finished eating, but also stood up and followed Wilhelm. Ana shed her gown instantly as Lillian grabbed her cup of wine and sauntered into the bedroom, her other hand working its way out of the shoulder strap of her dress. Wilhelm sat on the bed, his shirt already on the floor. Ana stared at her father's strong chest and arms, her body burning inside. She floated onto daddy's lap, embracing him while wrapping her arms tightly around his wide shoulders. He returned the kiss, his lips filled with passion. His hands glided up and down Ana's naked back, the smoothness of her skin sending chills up and down his spine. Lillian stood and watched for a moment, sipping her wine. Her dress clung to her by the remaining strap over her right shoulder. Her left breast was exposed and minute drops of white milk had formed around her nipple again. Her breath was slow and deep, she felt a string of her juice roll down her inner thigh, goose bumps springing up all around. By now one of Ana's hands hand found its way to daddy's cock and released it from the top of his pants. She slowly stroked it as her body began rising and falling every so softly. Wilhelm opened his eyes, his lips still locked in his daughter's. He looked at his stunning wife, standing in the doorway with the amber glow of the lamplight. He couldn't help but smile. Ana felt his lips and pulled back. She saw his gaze and smiled to herself. She turned back, and also began to take her mother's visage in. Lillian looked at her daughter and her heart filled with joy. Ana pulled herself up a little and slinked around her daddy until she was wrapped around him like a coat. Father and daughter both stared, both seductively beckoning Lillian. Carelessly, she set down her empty cup on a shelf, and pushed the strap off of her shoulder, her dress slipping down over her great, milky breasts and falling to the ground. "Come here, my love," Wilhelm whispered hoarsely, lust taking his full voice. She approached slowly and crawled on top of her husband, her cunny drenched in desire. His cock stood tall and twitched with each beat of his heart. No foreplay this time as she grabbed his shoulders and parted herself on her husband's wide manhood. Her mouth hung open just slightly, passion flooding her senses, a current of electricity flowing upwards from her pussy. He grabbed her waist and started to lay back. Ana moved from behind her father and guided him to a better position on the bed. He laid down fully, Lillian tying herself ever more on his rigid prick. She lowered all the way down, her pussy long a sheath for his sword. She moaned through her bit lip, neck following shoulders in a fluid wave of ecstasy. Ana sat close by, and began to stroke and hold her mother's arm. Wilhelm's right hand moved from his wife's waist to his daughter's thigh, gripping, then stroking it. Lillian took her time luxuriating in this moment, her husband's cock wedged deeply inside her, all hot and throbbing. She looked over at Ana and brought her hand to her daughter's cheek. She stroked it lovingly and ran her fingers through her hair. Finally she pulled Ana's head down to her left breast, droplets of milk continuously leaking from it, dripping on Wilhelm and staining the sheets. Ana didn't need further encouragement as she wrapped her lips around her mommy's areola. Immediately, milk began to flow more quickly as Ana pulled on the teat with her suction. Mother and daughter moaned, Lillian's head fell back, her hand gripping Ana's head a little tighter and pulling in harder. Ana's tongue flicked the leaky nipple up and down with practiced speed and consistency. They rhythm of her suction conjured a steady rivulet of milk flowing over her tongue. She swallowed a mouthful every three or four pulls. Finally, lust overcame Wilhelm as he pulled Ana's thigh across her chest until she was sitting just over his face. The suddenness of it caused Ana to lose her grip on her mom's breast, milk spilling everywhere. It didn't matter. Wilhelm, inflamed with desire, pulled Ana down upon him and began voraciously tonguing her cunt, already saturated with her honey. She resumed drinking from her mother's breast briefly before Lillian pulled Ana's head up and kissed her hard, her tongue tasting her own milk on her daughter's breath. Lewd noises mixed upon the grunts and impassioned moans flooding the room. Ana bared down on her father's face, her pelvis grinding around and around. His tongue burrowed its way deeper into her, and she secretly delighted in feeling his nose rub up against her little puckered asshole. Meanwhile, Lillian quickened her pace, her own pelvis also grinding in tight circles on Wilhelm's cock. She gripped Ana's shoulders tightly, her fingertips digging into the soft flesh. Her moans became more insistent. Her ass bounced up and down in a flurry on Wilhelm's glistening rod. Ana's hands passionately groped her mother, feeling her back, stroking her neck, squeezing her breasts. Fine sprays of milk leapt from her nipples, coating the three of them. Wilhelm grit his teeth, his cock nearly bursting at the seams. His grip on Ana's thighs tightened. Lillian's mouth was agape, her eyes glazed over. Her hand shot down and began to pinch and rub Ana's clit. She let loose a sobbing moan that was just too much for Wilhelm as he threw his shoulders back, burying himself ever deeper into his wife. A thick torrent of cum burst from his cock, the force of it jetting against her quivering flesh so deep inside her sent her over the edge. Her hips started bucking and convulsing as she felt herself filling up with jism. She squealed and cried, slumping forward against Ana's body. Ana's hand replaced her mother's over her clit as she furiously rubbed herself to join her parents in orgasm. Wilhelm continued to pump cum deep into Lillian and she moaned and sobbed into Ana's shoulder. Suddenly Ana's legs began to quiver as she started to cum. Her thighs flexed and tightened around her father's face as her body shook, her own cries of ecstasy mixing with her mother's. Wilhelm instinctively shoved his face back into Ana's creaming cunny, eagerly lapping up her girl-cum. Lillian began to come around enough to grab her daughter and pull her in tightly as Ana rode out her orgasm. The smell of sweat and cum permeated the room, leaving the air humid and raw. They all rested in the triangle for a few moments longer, semen leaking through the seal of Wilhelm's cock buried in Lillian's quim. Finally, Ana rolled off of her daddy's face. Lillian fell forward and began kissing her husband and licking Ana's sex juices from his face. Ana curled up beside them and Wilhelm reached out and wrapped her in his arm, bringing her in close. Lillian leaned over and kissed her daughter sweetly. Ana smiled. Lillian rolled off to the other side of Wilhelm, cum dribbling from between her legs. Wilhelm's cock still stood erect and glistening in the light, a layer of semen clung to it. Ana sat up and began licking it clean. Mother and father curled up together in each other's arms and watched their girl with great love and pride. It was not long before Wilhelm and Lillian were trying very hard to stay awake. Ana continued tongue-bathing her father and when she was finished, she licked clean her mother's milk-sodden breasts and lapped up the pool of semen than had formed between her legs. She rubbed herself to another orgasm as she drank her parents' cum. At last, finally satisfied, Ana laid down in her daddy's open arm, resting her cheek on his chest, slowly heaving up and down with the breaths of slumber. She looked over at her mother, also quietly sleeping in daddy's embrace. She sighed with deep contentedness. The last thing she saw before sleep took her was daddy's manhood, softly laying to the side, a vein throbbing with each heartbeat.