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(MFbg, extreme-ped, bi, inc, exh, voy, 1st, mast, oral, anal, ws) *** Author's Note: Dear reader, I feel it is very important to express my loathing of abuse in any form. It may be difficult for some to image, but for me, reading and writing these types of stories is purely for therapy. Odds are that I am not alone in that department. It's like taking medication or performing important mental health exercises; it desensitizes me to something horrible that happened to me. It helps me cope. Someone once pointed out to me that others also may use them to refute urges that may result in someone getting hurt- a release. No one (ESPECIALLY CHILDREN) must ever be traumatized by forcing or coercing them into doing something they do not wish to do or something in which they are not ready. These stories are symbolic to me and (writing) is a form of art, pure and simple. It is for expression, discovery and therapy. Some sexual stories I enjoy in a sexual way- while others, like the one below, it is not so much arousing, but relieving. I have found that the graphic sexual details are vital for it to be effective. I mostly put myself into the victim's character. It may be difficult for you to understand, but it works for me. The things in my stories are symbols. NO ONE GETS HURT IN THESE STORIES. NO CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY. If you find any form of real life abuse being performed on any children or anyone else, please help them immediately by any means necessary. If you wander into a child porn site, please report it to ASACP.com. If you have dangerous urges, please seek help from a physiatrist or a therapist as soon as possible. It will be kept confidential by law. If for some unimaginable reason you are not worried about destroying little helpless souls then at least worry about prison, how your family and friends will view you from then on, and being shunned for the rest of your life by virtually everyone. PLEASE, PLEASE NEVER HARM A CHILD!!! Sincerely, Art S Healing *** A Family Affair - The Trilogy, Part 1- Show Off Some people would say that it's wrong that my daddy to still bathes me, if they knew, I mean. I am thirteen now, but it's not like I mind. Neither does my mother. She even walks in on us from time to time and treats the whole thing like it's no more bizarre than if I was a baby instead of thirteen years old. Daddies give their daughters baths- no big deal. But then again, she treats everything like it's supposed to be happening. It's been that way for as long as I can remember. If she doesn't care, why should I? After all, nobody in the house minds that he and my two brothers and my mom have been fucking my brains out since I was ten either. Even now at thirteen, puberty has just barely begun to take me, and I just had my first period a couple of months ago. It's not so bad, really. Daddy says that he loves that I look much younger than I am- nothing wrong with that. I'm a bit of a late bloomer mom says. My body is just about as narrow as when I was eight. I have almost no hips what-so-ever. My biceps and forearms are an equal match as to how thin they are. Daddy jokes that you could clean pipes with my arms. I always laugh at that. And I'm still waiting for the first signs of public hairs, but I'm not worries about it or anything. They'll sprout when they sprout. I'll probably shave them off once I get them anyway- just like my mommy. I finally started growing my titties not long ago, but they are so small that they barely even pooch out at all. It's like my nipples are just peeking out at the world, like emerging tiny cones of flesh. That doesn't seem to bother my daddy, though. Sometimes after my bath, he says that (somehow despite all of his soapy handed fondling) they still aren't clean, so he'll suckle on them. He'll lick, kiss and even lightly bite at my nipples. I love it when he takes a whole titty in his mouth and gently sucks. It feels so good and I get so wet between my legs. In the bath, he takes a long time making sure I'm clean all over. He never neglects my girl-slit either- not then and not now. He always liked to rub it and play with my little bumpy thing too, and one night he started fingering me. Not too deeply at first, but like most people, the more he got away with, the bolder he got. He said he wanted to make sure I'm clean up in there, so it had to be done. Eventually he even started peeing in my bathwater or directly onto me saying that piss is a natural moisturizer. He would do it to help wash the shampoo out of my hair too. I'd taste the strong, tangy piss as it ran down my face like a yellow waterfall, and I never complained. It tastes better than the soapy residue, anyway. He's always so thorough, even long after the suds washed away, he would still keep his piss going as long as he could, chugging beer after beer. Somehow it seemed so naughty that it made it fun. He's been pissing on me for years now, probably since I was a baby. One of the earliest times I can actually remember him doing it (I guess I was about four- maybe nearing five) mommy walked in on us and said, "What's going on here?" "-Just getting all the shampoo out, honey," he replied, his raining pee stream still raining down on me unbroken. He was standing partially in the yellowing bathtub. It had almost no water in it and I sat in the middle of the tub like an island surrounded by beer- piss. Before he began peeing, I had watched his robe- clad body as he put one leg in the tub and kept one leg out, knees bent so that he was slightly squatting in front of me. I looked up in his eyes as he slung his robe all the way opened and grabbed his semi-hard dick. Next thing I knew, piss was jetting all over my face. And despite daddy telling mom he was "getting all the shampoo out", he was barley even hitting any part of my scalp. It was just my face. I had my eyes tightly shut, but I could hear mommy say, "Oh, okay," nonchalantly, like it was nothing abnormal. "Well, when she's finished with her bath, come down stairs. Dinner's ready." Daddy let me air dry for dinner. I didn't even get dabbed off with a towel first. I actually started liking pee-pee games more and more after that day for some reason. I think I started liking it all even better after that day mom walked in on us. It made me smile and the feeling of naughtiness was taken over by something else- something more erotic and arousing. Mom's casual acceptance made it even more gratifying for me- don't ask me why. I remember one night in our old house when I had gotten up to go pee. I toddled down the creaky hallway and stumbled inside the bathroom, leaving the door open. I think I was about five or six at the time- probably six. I seldom wore panties, so I just lifted my little nightie, plopped right down on the toilet and spread my legs out to go. I just looked down at myself as I trickled my little girl pee into the ceramic toilet bowl, softly kicking my feet back and forth, when I suddenly hear the hallway floor creak. My daddy came in, yawning. He was wearing only his blue boxers and I could see his semi-stiff cock poking out the unbuttoned fly in the dim light. I wondered why he wasn't using the small, private bathroom in his bedroom. It didn't have a tub, but it had a toilet. I can't stand bright lights when I've been asleep so I never did turn it on, and the only real light came from a faint nightlight a ways out in the hallway. Daddy apparently didn't like bright lights when he's half asleep either because he also left the bathroom light turned off. He just waltzed through the shadowy bathroom and held his cock right in front of me. He whipped it around in his hands for a second like he was starting its engine or something, and then started pissing all over me as I sat on the toilet like he didn't even know I was there. I didn't realize it until later, but I'm pretty sure he actually knew I was there even before that point and was just pretending. I probably woke him up when I came up. First of all, the bathroom wasn't THAT dark, plus his piss made no trickle sounds since it was all over my soaking wet nightie and not hitting the toilet water instead- which should have given it away. He started at my chest and worked his cock around in circles, drenching me in it. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there. I didn't even try to block it with my hands, not that it would have done much good. Then he sprayed it all over my face and head. Even MY daddy's aim can't be that bad. If I hadn't been in there it would have gotten everywhere, even the tank and the wall behind the toilet. Within seconds of him moving his cock around he had totally saturated me, he covered my frontal body and my entire face and head- everywhere. I looked down and saw tiny streams of daddy's urine traveling down to my bare pussy and thighs, trickling into the toilet bowl in rows of yellow dribble. He had his eyes closed- or at least they looked closed in the poorly lit bathroom, but then again I couldn't see very well because of the piss clouding my eyes. He continued to pee, and whether it was because I was still half asleep or because of some other reason I can't explain, as the piss shower continued, I opened up my lips as widely as I could and pressed my tongue out flat. This allowed some of it to roll into my mouth where I eagerly swallowed it down. The moment that I did, he seemed to especially target my mouth. By now I had to shut my eyes completely because the warm piss pouring down my face was really starting to sting, so I couldn't tell for sure at the moment, but I thought he even got at point blank range (as dad puts it) and poured it directly in my open mouth. I stretched my flattened tongue out impossibly far, tilted my head slightly back, and gulped it down as fast as I could, although excess piss drained out of my mouth like a warm waterfall. When he finally stopped, I felt him tap and rub the tip of his semi-hard prick over my lips and extended tongue like he was shaking and rubbing the last of it out. The he put in deeply in my young mouth and rolled it around, sliding it around the insides of my cheeks. He started shaking it like I often saw him do in the past after he went, rapidly tapping it on the inside, and I kept my mouth just the way it was for him. Yep, he had been at point blank range, all right. After that was over and he withdrew, I rubbed my pissy eyes as I swallowed the last remaining bits of daddy-pee down, and watched him turn to leave. I plainly saw his dick was bone hard- much harder than when he first came in. He stopped at the doorway and turned sideways so he caught the hallway nightlight better, where he wiggled and waved it in his hand a few times, bouncing it around. That's when he walked straight back to me like he had a purpose. I was still licking the piss from my lips when he started pumping his thingy really fast with his hand just a few inches from my face. I was just starting to wonder why he was doing that when he moaned and sprayed me with something besides pee. In just a few seconds, these globs of thick goo shot out of his pee-hole and plopped all over my pee-coated face. It tasted a little salty as it wormed down into my lips and joined the leftover piss in my mouth. I know it's twisted, but I liked it so much that I almost giggled. It seemed playful and silly. Also I've always liked salty things. Then he flushed the toilet and left me sitting there, wondering what just happened and horny as hell. I took off my urine soaked nightie and dropped it in the hamper, but made no attempt to clean myself up. I just went back to bed, naked, wet, and cum-faced. I jumped in bed and fingered myself until I came. I did it three times. Then after what seemed like forever, I fell back asleep and dreamed about it all night. I awoke the next morning crusty and stinking of pee. My pillow had seen better days too. Neither one of us spoke about it, but the very the next night when he was giving me a bath, he tickled my little kindergarten-age slit with his soapy fingers and wiggled it around. "Oh my, my... you are a big girl now, so we got to start cleaning out the inside better than ever before," he claimed. Then he jammed his pinky way up inside me and it hurt real badly. I never had anything up inside me until that day. I even bled a little. I started to cry, but daddy distracted me and I soon forgot all about it. A moment later, he had me stand up in the tub facing away from him, spread my legs out wide, bend over, and flatten my palms out on the lower wall along the bathtub. As my palms flattened against the wall tiles, I felt my shoulder blades involuntarily poke out as I instinctively arched my lower back. Now my ass stuck out more fully for my daddy and I did that part all without being told. He pried his index finger in my cunny and kept wiggling it around, telling me I was a good girl in his most soothing voice. It hurt at first until I got used to it, and soon I would peddle out an occasional whimper as I enjoyed the moment. That's when I glanced behind me and saw my brothers and my mother peeping in on me passed the partially open door. Mommy was staring at the perverted scene like an unreadable mannequin. Once we finally made eye contacted, she seemed to snap out of it. She opened the door the rest of the way, still in a daze, and said, "Honey, the boys have to go pee-pee now. It's almost bed time." "Okay," he said unfazed. "Go ahead, boys." As my daddy continued to openly finger fuck his own little daughter, I craned my head around and watched my two brothers (Jake who is three years older than me, and Billy who is two years younger) take turns pissing- my mom took their PJ bottoms all the way off, stood them up with their feet on the seat of the toilet, and held onto their tiny cocks for them. None of them took their eyes off of me and my dad for more than a second, even as she held their tiny peckers and aimed for them. "Go pee-pee now," she reminded them. Meanwhile daddy sawed his big finger back and forth in my taut cunt, which it hugged it so tightly I thought he might get it stuck. I grinned to myself as I saw daddy's rock-hard cock poking out from underneath his shorts like a desperate flagpole. I was finally starting to have a vague idea as to why it did that. He finger fucked me until I came right there with the rest of my family staring. I did it noisily and shamelessly, pressing my little bottom against daddy's pumping finger, forcing it in deeper. Although a dull pain did haunt me for the rest of the night and most of the next day, after that I was fine. He started doing that to me nearly every time after that and it never hurt like that first time again, so I loved it. I would rock my little hips and have orgasm after orgasm right there in the tub, although I didn't know the word for it back then. He also started doing it as he tucked me in for bed, often with our audience. The peeping from the rest of my family occurred almost as often as the fingerings themselves. In fact, if no one was already watching, I would often whimper out so loudly that somebody would surly come in and stare; usually all three. They might make up some stupid excuse as to why they were there, but sometimes they wouldn't. They'd just watch. When I was ten years old (although most people would still guess me to be eight and a half or nine back then) we moved out to the country, bought three medium sized mutts, and that's where we still live three years later. Ever since we moved, daddy seemed to enjoy bathing me much more than ever before. Being home schooled now (make no mistake, we are very well educated) my brothers and I don't have much to do, so we spend a lot of time together; as a family. That's when we all started to walk around barely clothed half the time, gradually shedding more and more of our clothes every so often until one day we were down to underwear, bath towels, skimpy sleepwear, or flimsy robes. Using the bathroom with the door wide open became a common occurrence too, including for my daddy and mommy. It was always a show too. If mommy was pissing, she had her legs spread out as far as they could go. She had started shaving her twat too, so you could see everything. We all became sexually fearless. Maybe we just no longer worried about being interrupted by some random salesman ringing our doorbell that far out in the middle of nowhere. Now dad and mom would fuck in their room with the door wide opened and eventually on the living room couch. At first it was after we'd gone to bed. Naturally my brothers and I would sneak a peek at them. They made it no secret as to what they were doing by a laying out a barrage of vocal and flesh slapping sounds. Soon they gradually took to openly sucking and fucking while we were all in the same room together, especially when they got drunk, and it was all as casual as a family breakfast. We'd be watching TV and suddenly hear a slurping sound. There was mom, sucking off daddy- her head bobbing up and down over his crotch or he'd be licking and smacking on her pussy. Then she might mount him, maybe spreading her legs wide open, facing us so we could see her cleanly shaven cunt in full view, and work it in, bouncing brazenly as she screamed out in ecstasy. Then she'd pump her body up and down on him as his hands guided her at the waist. Or sometimes daddy would push her back on the couch and mount her instead. Mommy would spread her legs and draw them back, "Fuck me, fuck me with your big cock," mom would shout like they were alone. She might even crawl on the floor until she was right in the middle of us kids, rear up into doggy style, and get pounded real hard by daddy's big prick. She'd yelp out wildly as she watched us staring at them, sometimes calling him daddy. Then daddy would start calling her strange names, like "Mommy-whore, cunt, fuck-hole, slut", and things like that. Since our new house is only a two bedroom and since daddy can't keep his art supplies down in the basement where it is too damp, that's where my brothers and I sleep. It's kind of cozy actually. My brothers both share a bigger bed and I have a single just a few feet away. Just after we moved down there, dad hung a clothesline, dividing the basement room in two, and dropped three veil-thin white sheets spread out over it, telling us it would give us some privacy- like any of us care about that. There were gaps so big that you couldn't help but to see through. They were bigger than our heads. Still, it's fun to pretend. Soon, even with all of the open sexual things going on, there appeared a mock privacy policy and we get mock punishments when we break certain rules. Like one day mom said that the bathroom door was broken somehow and dad took it off completely in order to fix it. He eventually said that he couldn't and that we also couldn't afford to put a new one on, so we'd just have to do without. Then whenever one of us kids is caught watching the other pee, or even just walking by and catching a quick glance, those kids would be "punished" by having them walk around naked for the rest of the day to teach a lesson about modesty. Peeping eyes are everywhere in my house. I still don't know what I liked more, having my family watch me walk around naked, staring flatteringly at my cunny, or getting to see my brothers walking around with their tiny boners sporting out proudly. It was funny, because just like me, everyone would sit with their legs spread obscenely wide, attracting no reprimanding from our parents. But then something even less sexual would set off an arousing punishment. Even when my brothers began to masturbate while watching my naked body it invoked no chastising, yet if they giggled because of a booby-shot on TV, they would have to do something sexually humiliating, like suck on their fingers to get them wet and then sticking it up their own ass. Often they would take it upon themselves to jack off when being made to do this, and mom and dad wouldn't say anything about that. They would watch them beat their cocks and just act like it was perfectly normal. That brings me to when I got my first cock; or should I say cocks. I remember the first time when my big brother Jake, (who is sixteen now) and my little brother Billy, (who is about to turn twelve) were caught peeping at me through a slit in the sheets separating our beds. This was three years ago, when we first moved, so I had just barely turned ten at the time. That would make Jake thirteen and Billy was about eight. That's when things got really interesting. That night I really instigated the peep show happen by mumbling to myself that I couldn't decide on what to wear to bed, knowing that with only the thin sheets pulled across the room, my brothers could easily hear me. I knew they already watched me get dressed and undressed on a regular basis, but this time I wanted more. Anyway, I was naked and kept bending over with my legs spread out unnaturally wide during my ongoing search for night-clothes. I finally grumbled that I may as well not wear anything since I had nothing clean anyway. Okay, that wasn't true, but who cares? They were as quiet as the air around us, so I knew they were watching. Why not give really them something to look at, right? We'd seen each other naked many times before and they even watched me get fingered and stuff, but this was a new game and that made it all the more exciting. Instead of obstructed angles by all of my daddy's finger-fuckings, I was putting it all out in plain view for them with no grown-ups around. I climbed onto my bed on my hands and knees with my little girl cunt-hole facing them and made a bogus attempt to turn down my covers. I was only about two or three feet from them and they could have easily touched my cunt if they wanted. My bed was really close to the great curtains of privacy. As I pretended to struggle with the cover sheet, I felt my tingling pussy getting warmer and wetter by the second and so I spread my knees out even wider, arched my lower back and leaned towards them, aiming my ass straight at the wide slit in between the two sheets. It was only inches away now and I knew they could see my pussy and asshole clearly, as it was well lit in the basement. I heard them giggle and whisper something, so I turned it up a notch by dropping my front half down to my elbows as I pretended to tug at the corner of my bedspread. Hmm, it was so strange that I still couldn't quite get it. My loins burned with lust now and I was aroused beyond words. I was dying for them to touch me. Stick their fingers in me or rub my little bumpy like daddy would do as he gave me a bath. I was considering masturbating for them when I heard my dad yell out, "What do you boys think you're doing?" -Busted. Before I could move, he yanked the sheet-curtains aside and saw me in my naked, slutty position. I looked at him over my shoulder. He was wearing his red robe, mostly opened in the front and his partially inflated cock was poking out at me. He wasn't even wearing boxers or anything. The robe was so loosely tied and so widely parted, that he may as well have completely naked. He sure was quiet coming down the stairs- or maybe we were just distracted. "So, I come down to tuck you in and what do I find? You boys spying on your sister. Well, now she can spy on you. Take off your PJ's. Now!" We all knew he was playing one of his mock punishment games. They didn't hesitate to do as they were told, and they did it with smirks. They had little hairless boners (unless you count a tuff of light peach fuzz over Jake's cock) which pointed straight out at me, and as I stared back and forth between my brothers' erections, I saw my daddy's prick was swelling up fast. In just a few seconds it had sprung up, bending in the middle like it was watching everything along with my dad. Of course it was not the first time I had seen it in a well lit area. Especially since he took the bathroom door of the hinges, walk around in his boxers with its single button undone and his hard-on popping out boldly- plus all of mom and dad's fucking. So you can imagine how many times I had seen his cock before, but that night in the basement somehow seemed like it was almost the first time. Maybe it was because this time he wasn't wearing boxers or anything. I got a good long unobstructed look at daddy's big, hard prick and dangling balls while he just stood there. He wasn't just walking by me after a piss or slamming mommy's puss with it. His cock is probably just over six inches long and pretty thick. Both of my brothers' small cocks were dwarfed by it. Then my daddy put his fists on his hips as if he were angry and said, "How do you guys like being stared at naked? Now your sister can see YOUR things- your goddamned cocks," and as he finished his sentence, he boldly grabbed both of their hard dicks. Maybe it was the shock, but it wasn't until that moment that I realized I was still poised for a rear entrance fucking. My mounds were slightly open from my wide spread legs, and that thought gave me a huge thrill. They could all plainly see my tiny fuckhole- not just my mounds. And all seemed to really like looking at it. Even as my dad continued to chastise the boys, his eyes never left it. My brothers had grins they seemed to be trying to conceal, and as for me, I was ripe for the picking. Still holding their little boy cocks, daddy said, "What were you two doing while you watched her? THIS I bet," and he started jerking both of them off really fast at the same time. They both stiffened their bodies and my big brother Jake slightly pumped his hips in sync with the jerk off session. All the while they were all glaring at my glistening ten year old cunny. I couldn't take it anymore- I was so horny. On instinct, I turned over and spread my legs out wide, with my knees curled up almost to my shoulders. My pussy was so hot and wet and I couldn't help but masturbate right then and there. I switched back and forth between banging myself with my finger and twiddling with my clitty. Then Daddy released them and said, "Wait a minute, was she teasing you? Did she show you her slutty little pussy right here?" He reached over to me and rubbed my wet slit-hole vigorously while I was concentrated on tickling my clit. "Just as I thought. Her cunt is all wet. That means she's horny." He kept rubbing me as he talked. "What a little whore. Well, that's not fair. Go ahead and fuck her boys. Get some relief. I didn't know your slutty fuck-toy of a sister was teasing you. This is all her fault. Go ahead and fuck her." No problem; I don't mind being the one in trouble now. Next thing I knew, my big brother mounted me. You didn't have to tell him twice. After watching mom and dad fuck, he knew what to do. I felt him press his young cock inside my tight tunnel and a burst of pleasure flooded my body. It was better than daddy's finger. It felt like it belonged there. So I mewed out as he began to awkwardly pump me hard and fast. There was no working his way up to speed, he just went at it. I began to rock my hips, trying to time myself with my thirteen year old brother's plummeting, just like I had watched mom do with dad so many times. "Honey, get down here!" shouted dad. We never even slowed a little and within seconds my mom trotted down the basement stairs and stood beside him, looking shocked. Her hair was wet and she was wrapped only in a humble towel. "Look at what I found, babe. Apparently our sons are little peepers and our daughter is a horny slut." Mom shook her head, "It doesn't surprise me. I always knew she would be a whore someday. They're really fucking like pros, huh?" "Yeah, so what should we do?" asked daddy. "Just let 'em go at it, I suppose. Since our daughter is such a fuck-slut, she's going to fuck them no matter what we do. We can't keep an eye on her all the time." Daddy nodded, "Yeah, well, maybe we should all sleep in the same room from now on. We can keep a closer eye on them that way." "Good idea," agreed mom. As they spoke, neither one of our parents took their eyes off the incestuous fuck going on in front of them. I couldn't see my little brother from my vantage point, but I'd bet anything he was watching too. The slapping sounds traveled the air along with the musky-sweet smell of youthful sex. Seeing my parents' frivolous reaction, I felt more comfortable and empowered, and I began to whimper out even louder. "Well, boys will be boys," said daddy as he casually folded his arms across his chest, his boner still sprung out like a steel pipe. "We can't blame them. You have to expect boys to try and fuck any pussy they can- even their sister," wagging a finger in the air, he declared, "But it's up to the girl to stop them." "That's true dear, but since she's a slut, she's going to spread her legs for every cock that comes along, I'm afraid. Whores like her do that. There's not much we can do about it. She's a cock-loving slut." "True. But when their finished, I think we should punish all of them. We don't want them to think we condone this." Still staring at us, mom agreed with a nod and a quick, "Mm hmm. I couldn't agree more." I was just starting to feel an orgasm build, when my big brother grunted and I felt something warm spurting inside me. After slowing to a stop he stepped off of me and I looked at my baby brother expectantly. I was ready for more and everyone knew it. He was just playing with himself until dad said, "Well Billy. Go ahead. You may as well enjoy it while you can, 'cause you're going to get punished soon." Little Billy climbed on top of my body and quickly rocked back and forth, but his cock was too tiny to really have much of an effect on me. Mom and dad seemed to notice my lack of enthusiasm, unlike with Jake, and dad said, "No boy, move aside. You're not doing it right." Billy got off me and daddy stepped up in his place. I watched his hard prick as he lined it up to the entrance of my cum soaked, little girl twat. "Watch and learn," he stated clinically as he latched onto my hips, pressed his big prick forward and squeezed it inside my tiny, slick hole. I groaned out at its girth and grabbed the bedspread, curling and twisting what I gripped within my little fists. I felt so full, like I was going to burst, but my legs still remained willingly spread. He worked his cock in and out as he looked to my little brother, who stepped closer. I looked at my mother and older brother whom had already closed the distance between us at some point- getting right next to us on the bed. I loved being the center of attention. Daddy grunted and slowly rocked his hips, saying, "Like this, boy." I was really enjoying it after I got used to it. Then he started to gradually pick up the pace. He went faster, leaning over me. Faster. Faster. His sweat trickled down onto my face in tiny splatters and soon I felt his bouncing balls rapidly slapping against my asshole while the pounded mattress squeaked in unison with our incestuous fuck. I however, was way louder than the squeaking. "Now watch your father closely boys, he really knows how to fuck a whore," said mom. "Look at your slutty sister getting off on this. You can really learn a thing or two. Not that we condone this." If I was whimpering with Jake, I was virtually screaming out with my daddy. His flexing ass began to really punish my ten year old twat with pleasure, and while I did wish that daddy's cock was at least a little smaller, I instantly felt in love with it. When he began to roughly lick, suck and bite at my tiny nipples as he fucked me, I thought I was going to die from too much pleasure. He started sucking and licking along my neck and face to, and it felt so animalistic and primal. I suddenly found myself mimicking things I had heard my mother say while she got fucked by this virile buck. "Oh god, fuck me... yes... fuck my cunt... fuck my god damned pussy... oh daddy, fuck my cunt with your huge cock..." "You fucking cocksucking slut," shouted dad. "You tight little fuck-rag! I'm gonna cum in you, you goddamned bitch... you fucking whoooore... you hear me... I'm gonna blow my load up your little girl cunthole..." As he talked dirty to me, I came so hard that I lingered on the verge of passing out completely. My moist pussy walls clenched and pulsated, finally exploding like some kind of grand finale. My eyes rolled up and I threw my head back, somehow managing to lift my knees even higher, taking him as deeply as my preteen cunny would allow. "Oh fuuuuuck!" I screamed out, "Fuck my cunt, daaaaddy..." Then daddy roared out like a maddened, wild beast as he blasted my tight cunny with his hot paternal juices, and for a time, I felt like I was just floating in and out of consciousness. "Wow. Your sister's a real little whore," said mom. She reached in between us and toyed with my clit under the guise of checking out the situation. "Let me see," she felt around where daddy's cock was forcing my pussy opened. "It feels like his in there pretty good. I sure don't hear any complaints from your slut of a sister. What a little whore. Can you believe she's getting off on her own father like this, boys? I don't know- it feels like he's up her pussy, but maybe his cock slipped and went up her ass instead. Jake, let me see your finger..." He held it up for her and she took it into her mouth, sucking it like a cock for a few seconds. "There, now it's nice and wet. Stick it up her ass and make sure your daddy didn't slip up into there accidentally, would you dear?" I couldn't see Jake's face, so I don't know if he was smiling or what, but he did as he was told. It took a few attempts to steady it in with the constant pounding, but slip up my ass it did. He screwed it around and I really began to shriek out. It was all so overwhelming. "No," said Jake, "dad's cock isn't up there." "Good," said mom. We don't want it to slip up in there though, so why don't you just keep your finger there." "Okay, mom," he said as he wiggling it around, but combined with daddy's thrusts, it felt like it was sawing me as much as dad's dick. Meanwhile, mom went back to playing with my clit. I couldn't believe how good everything felt. It was so surreal and I began to swear again, adding to the decadence. "Oh God, fuck... daddy fuck me... don't stop... pound me with your big prick, God damn it... fuck my slutty cunt..." "Just listen to all that bad language," said mom. "She's going to get punished extra for that." I didn't give a shit. I barely even heard her say that through my ringing ears. Beside, the punishment that followed was even more enjoyable than that first fuck I had just gotten from my daddy. Or at least it was kinkier. That's when my life got really wild- especially since they let the dogs in the house during my reprimand. To be continued? The author did not supply an email address so if further parts are not forthcoming, there is no point in asking the archive staff for them. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 69