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CHAPTER FOUR

Zoey was standing beside Uncle Dan’s truck, touching up her lipstick when the staccato-like whine of an engine broached the quiet country air. She looked up to see a man approaching at a pretty good clip on a four-wheeled All-Terrain-Vehicle, bounding over a slight rise as he came their way. He pulled to a stop next to the trucks and shut down the noisy vehicle before stepping off and nodding to Zoey as he walked up to her.

“How’s your morning been?” her Uncle Ted asked, and Zoey was struck again by the resemblance the men in the family shared. It was hard to tell one from the other and she figured she’d feel different about that once she got to know them all better. But right now, Uncle Ted and Uncle Dan looked like two peas in a pod to her. Uncle Ted was maybe an inch or so taller, but they both shared the same tall, solidly-built frame as their father, but on a slightly smaller scale, but still way better than average, as far as Zoey was concerned.

“My morning’s been okay,” Zoey replied. “They’ve shown me a few things, but I think I’ve been able to handle everything okay so far.”

“That’s good,” Uncle Ted said as he gave her a gentle pat on the arm before turning to address the three men working on the fence. “So, guys, is Zoey right? Is she doing okay with what you’ve asked her to do?”

“She’s been a godsend,” Drew called back.

“Yeah, it’s too bad Dad asked for her to go and work with you guys this afternoon,” Uncle Dan added. “I’d love for her to stay and help us out this afternoon as much as she’s helped us this morning.”

“Well, your loss, I guess,” Uncle Ted chided playfully. “Hopefully she’ll be able to do as much for the four of us as she has for the three of you.”

“Oh, I think you’ll find she’s very helpful,” Uncle Dan added before picking up a handful of nails and getting back to work.

“All right, little lady, let’s go,” Uncle Ted said as he led Zoey over to the ATV. “You ever been on one of these before?”

“No, I haven’t,” Zoey replied as she looked at the rugged little machine. There wasn’t much to it, four big knobby all-terrain tires, the engine housing, and a decent-sized seat with the back part set a little higher for a second person to sit on. She figured that would allow the passenger to see clearly over the shoulder of the person driving. Behind the seat was a small platform at the back to strap something onto, but it was empty right now.

“The ride’s a little rough,” Uncle Ted said as he threw his leg over and straddled the machine, “but it’ll get us from Point A to Point B on this ranch pretty good. Just climb aboard behind me.”

Zoey stepped on a footrest at the side and grasped her uncle’s shoulder as she threw her leg around behind him and sat down, noticing that with her legs spread like this, her little skirt had ridden well up on her thighs. If her uncle hadn’t been sitting right in front of her, her panty-covered pussy would have been clearly in view. Her uncle fired up the machine and Zoey could feel the powerful throb of the engine coursing right through her, the vibrations through her bum making her pussy start to tingle. Uncle Ted hit the throttle and the surge of acceleration startled Zoey, causing her to quickly reach out and grab onto his arms.

“You’ll learn quick you have to hold on tight when you’re on one of these things,” he called back over his shoulder. “Now, reach around my waist and kind of snuggle in right behind me. We’ve got a few bumps ahead and I don’t want you to go flying off.”

Zoey did as he asked, shifting even closer as she circled her arms around him. She felt her skirt getting pushed up even higher as her legs were forced to spread further apart, her panty-covered mound now pressed right up against his back.

“That’s better,” Uncle Ted said as he wriggled back slightly, one of the belt loops on his jeans rubbing against Zoey’s protruding clit.

He speeded up again as Zoey held on tight, loving the feel of the hot country air whipping against her skin, her lustrous brunette locks flowing out behind her. They’d been cruising along for a few minutes before they hit a bump, causing Zoey to lose her grip for a second before instinctively grasping onto her uncle once more. She noticed that they’d both shifted a bit, and her hands had landed lower on his hips.

“That was a bad one,” he called back to her again over his shoulder. “And there’s probably a few more ahead.” She felt him take one hand off the handlebars and take hold of her wrist. “Here, make sure you hold on real tight so that doesn’t happen again.”

He took her hand and moved it right down to the inside of his thigh, pressing her hand against the smooth denim of his jeans just below his crotch. He took her other hand and pressed it against his midsection, pulling her even closer against him and making sure she was holding on tight.

“There, that’s better,” he said as he reached down to her hand on the inside of his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze before bringing his own hand mersin escort back to the handlebars. “You should be able to get a nice firm grip now.”

Zoey was shocked when he’d placed her hand on his leg, but she couldn’t resist the curiosity she was feeling as she encountered a warm protuberance beneath his jeans. Oh my god, is that his cock? she thought to herself as her fingers instinctively started to move along the pronounced bulge. Her fingers slid along his jeans and she felt a stirring beneath her fingertips, the bulge starting to grow.

“Oh, fuck me,” she muttered under her breath as her hand kept going, finally reaching the end, her fingers cupping what she knew to be the bell-shaped cockhead. And boy, did it feel big to her. With her breath catching in her throat, she slowly rubbed her fingertips back along the stiffening shaft, feeling it getting harder and harder by the second.

“Here, let me help you with that, I want to make sure you have a good grip,” her Uncle Ted threw back over his shoulder before he reached down and deftly undid his belt and zipper. Pushing the flaps of his jeans to the side, he took Zoey’s exploring hand and shoved it right inside his pants.

“Oh fuck,” Zoey groaned as her fingers encountered the broad thick root of his stiffening cock. He was going commando, like she’d noticed with Uncle Dan and her two cousins, with nothing between her little hand and his big mature cock. Zoey slid her hand further into his jeans as Uncle Ted drove on, her fingers circling the throbbing prick, loving the feel of the warmth of his crotch and the latent power of that big cock lurking beneath her fingers. Taking a good firm grasp, she drew it out, the long thick shaft coming out as she looked over his shoulder, her eyes opening wide as the engorged cockhead finally came into view, the shaft unfurling like a King Cobra, the big mushroom cap and wet red eye pointing skyward.

Zoey gasped as she saw it, her hand nowhere near to closing around the pulsing shaft. It was not as huge as her grandfather’s, but pretty damn big, bigger than the three that had already fucked her today. Just staring at it as her hand slowly stroked up and down, she decided to try something. She reached forward with her other hand and wrapped that one around the throbbing prick as well. Even with one hand above the other, there was still plenty of gnarled veiny shaft and the blossoming cockhead left exposed. Just the sight of it took her breath away. With her hands locked firmly around her uncle’s pulsing boner, Zoey slowly started to slide her hands up and down, her eyes gleaming as she saw a steady stream of precum start to ooze from the tip.

The sound of the engine winding down turned Zoey’s attention from the hard cock in her hands as Uncle Ted slowed the ATV and stopped next to a stand of aspens.

“Seems like you need a little help there,” Uncle Ted said as he swung his leg over and climbed off, his turgid prick thrusting out from the front of his open jeans.

Zoey couldn’t keep her eyes off his dripping cock and sat there mesmerized until he picked her right up and lifted her off the seat. Before she knew it, he’d turned her around and set her down on the little metal shelf at the back of the ATV.

“Let’s take a look at what we’ve got to deal with here,” he said as she pushed Zoey’s legs to each side, the movement forcing Zoey to sit back and grasp the edge of the shelf behind her. He pushed her skirt up higher, exposing her mound, her panties almost transparent from her flowing juices that had soaked into them.

“Nice, very nice,” Uncle Ted said as he reached beneath her skirt and pushed her panties to one side, her flushed pink pussy coming into view, her labia glistening with her juices.

As Zoey leaned back to support herself, her Uncle Ted reached down and wrapped his hands around her cowboy boots, drawing her legs up and apart until he had her spread out like a wishbone before him, her feet pointing at the sky.

“All right, sweet thing,” he said as he moved in closer, his huge throbbing cock still thrusting from the front of his open fly, “you steer.”

With trembling hands and her heart beating wildly in her chest, Zoey reached down and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing rod, bringing the flared crimson crown up against her dripping cuntlips. She swooned with longing as she rubbed the big angry knob all over her juicy flesh, the hot hard cock making her stiff clit throb and tingle with anticipation.

“Put it inside,” her uncle said. “I want to get every inch inside that hot little pussy of yours.”

Zoey gasped with arousal as she pushed the engorged cockhead lower, fitting it right into the slick opening between her soft folds of flesh. Her Uncle Ted took it from there, flexing his hips and sending his long thick cock all the way into her with one slow merciless stroke.

“OH FUCK!” Zoey cried, her eyes closing in bliss as she felt the enormous cock stretch and fill her hungry young cunt.

Uncle Ted merter escort really started to go at her then, levering his hips back and forth savagely, his long hard cock tearing deep into her with every stroke. Zoey came almost right away, her body shaking like she’d been zapped by lightning, her steaming little box spraying him with her juices. Her uncle just kept going, pushing her legs back even further, making sure he could get as deep into her as he could. A few minutes later, Zoey couldn’t stand it, her body starting to twitch and convulse as a second climax shot through her.

“That a girl,” he said, rolling his hips, “come as much as you want.”

Zoey gritted her teeth and moaned like a wounded animal as her uncle took her, absolutely throttling her sweet young pussy as he thrust the full length of his huge cock into her time and time again.

Just as he yelled, “OH FUCK…I’M GONNA COME!” Zoey felt herself cresting once more, climaxing right along with him. She was mumbling and moaning incoherently, her body thrumming from the paroxysms of delight flowing through her. She came for a long time as her uncle pumped her full of cum, her big tits heaving up and down as she gasped for air. She sat back with her eyes closed as she started to recover, her heart rate starting to slow.

“Very nice, very nice indeed,” she heard her uncle say as she felt him lower her legs and let go of her. He stepped back, his spent dick coming out of her in a hurry. She looked down as a veritable river of cum shot from between her legs, milky ropes of spunk spewing onto the ground before her. She couldn’t believe how much there was as she looked at the puddle on the ground, and still gobs of pearly semen continued to ooze out of her puffy cunt.

“Get yourself together, girl, we’ve still got a ways to go.” Uncle Ted quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up.

Zoey sat there, shaken but blissfully happy by the intensity of her climax. She pulled her panties back into place, knowing they’d be a disaster within seconds, but out here with nothing to change into, she didn’t have much choice. She slid off the little platform and climbed back on behind her uncle as he fired up the ATV. He gunned it and took off as Zoey slipped her arms around him. He reached back and pulled her hand down again, until her fingers were wrapped around the soft warm bulge lying against his thigh. She couldn’t help it as her fingers curled around the lengthy tube, squeezing gently.

“Just leave your hand there,” he called back against the billowing wind. “That’s a good place for it.”

Zoey couldn’t agree more. She nestled into Uncle Ted’s broad back, languishing in the peaceful lassitude after being thoroughly fucked by a big beautiful cock.

*

About fifteen minutes later they arrived at what Zoey learned was known as the ‘West Barn’, one of the numerous out-buildings around the ranch. This one was a good size and could house cattle and horses when necessary. Uncle Ted and his three sons were working here, cleaning out the inside of the barn and repairing a number of deteriorated boards on the north face. She spotted a pile of weathered barn boards in a stack along with numerous bales of hay wrapped in twine and piled high.

Zoey was quickly introduced to this group of cousins; Josh, Matt, and Owen. They were basically the same ages as Drew and Ryan, and looked very similar. They greeted her with broad smiles, which made Zoey feel welcome.

“Matt,” Uncle Ted said after Zoey met the boys, “while Josh is helping me work on that north face, why don’t you and Owen show Zoey what you’ve done with those new stalls inside?”

“Sure, Dad, no problem,” Zoey assumed the one named Matt responded. He turned to her and extended his hand as he gestured for her to follow. “Right this way, cousin, and you’ll have the royal pleasure of seeing what the inside of a barn looks like. It’s not exactly Buckingham Palace, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

Zoey smiled as she fell in stride with her two cousins while her uncle and his other son made their way around the side of the barn. The broad doors at the side and one end of the barn were wide open, bringing far more light inside than she would have imagined. Matt and Owen stopped in front of the second in a line of stalls along one wall.

“We’ve cleaned all the old crap out of these stalls and are just getting started putting the new hay down,” Matt said as he gestured to the billowy stack of crisp golden hay stacked high in the stall. Zoey noticed that this and the first stall were the only ones that had been done so far, the bare earth floor visible in the rest.

“Zoey, you were here a few times when you were a little kid, right?” Owen asked.

“Sure.”

“Do you remember jumping into piles of hay like that?”

“Yeah, it was fun.”

“Well, why don’t you go ahead and give it a try?” he said as he nodded his head towards the stall.

Zoey did remember merzifon escort how much fun it was when she was little, throwing yourself into the stacks of hay and getting lost in it. “Okay,” she replied before throwing herself forward and turning around in the air. She landed on her backside, laughing as the huge mound of hay cushioned her fall. Smiling broadly, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked out at her cousins, equally big smiles on their faces.

“You look pretty comfortable there,” Owen said.

“I am, it feels wonderful. Just like I remember.”

“That’s good,” Matt said as he nodded down at her, “’cause that’s where you’re going to be spending the rest of the afternoon.”

Zoey’s eyes opened wide as her cousins stepped closer, both of them starting to undo their belts.

*

Late in the afternoon, Zoey found herself in the backseat of another pickup truck, but a bigger one this time, with a small bench seat in the back of the cab behind the two front seats. While Uncle Ted headed back to the main ranch house on the ATV, Zoey rode in the pickup with his three boys. Owen was driving and Matt was in the passenger seat. Zoey rode in the back with their brother, Josh. They had decided that was the best situation, since Uncle Ted and the two boys in the front had already dumped three loads each into Zoey, while Josh had only given her two.

So Zoey found herself kneeling on the floorboards in front of the backseat, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked Josh’s cock. She happily received a big mouthful of warm thick jizz just before they pulled up in front of the ranch house.

Wiping her hand across her mouth, Zoey took Josh’s offered hand as he helped her out of the truck. The boys headed to the Bunkhouse to clean up for dinner, while Zoey headed inside the main house.

Her grandmother was there to greet her. “Well, my dear, did you have a good day?” she asked, a broad smile on her face.

“I…I did, Grandma. Thanks,” Zoey replied as she stepped into the kitchen, the comforting aroma of fresh warm bread teasing her senses. “What kind of bread is that you made? It smells wonderful.”

“Oh, that’s my sourdough your grandfather asks for all the time. I just took it out of the oven a few minutes ago. I made it to go with the beef stew we’re having tonight.”

After all the spunk she’d swallowed today, Zoey didn’t have much of an appetite, but that bread smelled so good she was anxious to have some of that. She figured it might help to soak up some of the jizz sloshing around in her stomach.

“Now, c’mon, sweetheart,” her grandmother said, interrupting her thoughts, “you’d best go take a shower and get cleaned up after those boys put you to work all day.”

Zoey thought back on just how much ‘work’ the boys had put her through, and she couldn’t stop the soft smile that came over her face as she thought about it. Her grandmother led her into her room and stepped over to the closet door, which Zoey was surprised to see in the open position after being locked up until now.

“There’s a nice robe for you here when you get out of the shower,” her grandmother said, pointing to a fluffy white terrycloth robe hanging from a hook on the back of the closet door. Her grandmother stepped over and pulled open a couple of the drawers on the dresser to show Zoey that they’d been unlocked as well. “As you can see, the locks are all undone. Now, I’ve put another outfit on the bed that you should wear for dinner tonight. I hope you like it.”

Zoey glanced over and saw what looked like a yellow sundress draped across the bed. She glanced down to the side of the bed and saw a gorgeous pair of yellow slingbacks, with sharply pointed toes and slender high heels. “Uh…no cowboy boots?” she asked.

Her grandmother slowly shook her head. “Oh no, dear, not at night. As you know, your grandfather believes woman should dress a certain way when they’re on the ranch. Cowboy boots are fine during the day when you’re working but, at night, your grandfather believes a woman should dress like a woman, not a cowhand.”

“Um, okay, I understand,” Zoey said, her eyes flicking over to the sexy shoes once more.

“All right then,” her grandmother said as she moved towards the door. “I’ll let you get ready. Dinner’s gonna be on the table in about half an hour.”

“Thanks Grandma, I’ll be ready.”

Left on her own, Zoey quickly rifled through the contents of the drawers and the closet. She was surprised by the amount of sexy lingerie in the drawers. There were bras, panties, corsets, bustiers, nylons, and all of it incredibly sexy and in a variety of colors. She found numerous sweaters and skirts in the drawers, most of the tops low-cut in the front and the sweaters appeared to be quite tight-fitting. Her perusal of the closet had her smiling as well. There were a few dresses there that she just adored. There were a number in that calico design, but they were definitely form-fitting and she could tell that the hems would end quite high on her thighs. One wall had a series of shelves, all of them full of shoes. They were a couple of pairs of cowboy boots, and numerous pairs of high heels, nearly all with pointy toes and rapier-like heels that were sexy as anything. Once again she thought, “If this is what I have to wear here on this ranch, it might not be so bad after all.”

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Family Conspiracy- Chapter 4: Marci’s Awakening

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Family Conspiracy- Chapter 4: Marci’s Awakening

Let me recap briefly how I found myself in a very awkward position. A week ago, I had discovered that my daughter had been working in an adult bookstore at a glory hole. This knowledge came after I did, if you’ll excuse the crude humor. For a few days afterwards, I was guilt-ridden at what I had done to my daughter, and potentially to my family. However, the guilt faded and was replaced with anger. I was furious that my daughter would do something like that. By the next Friday evening, I was ready to take my anger out on my daughter. My plan was to turn her into the whore she was, and for her to become my personal slut. I had had her stripped naked, on her knees, and swallowing my cum just as her mother, my wife, appeared at the top of the stairs. The two kissed before she took a seat, and stated that we needed to talk.

“You were right mom”, Marci said, a big smile pulling at her lips, “Being dominated by dad was amazing. I nearly came when he called me a whore”. She was still on her knees, perspiration covering her naked body, glistening in the dim light.

Brittany merely smiled at her. “Go clean yourself up slut, take a shower, then come back here. I think by that point, daddy will be ready for you again. And don’t even think about cumming. Remember, your cunt belongs to daddy now”. I watched as Marci stood, and excitedly flew from the room. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she bounded up the steps.

I sat there, naked, trying my hardest to wrap my head around what was going on. All the scenarios I had planned for the weekend went flying out the window the moment Brittany saw me pull my spent cock from our daughter’s mouth.

“Relax honey”, Brittany said, pulling her legs up under herself on the couch to be more comfortable. I was so terrified, I couldn’t even lift my head to meet her gaze. “Okay, well, maybe just listen then”, she said, realizing I wasn’t in any frame of mind to relax. “You were right about one thing”, she started, “things are going to be different here from now on”. She paused, seemingly to organize her thoughts, “Marci and I have been planning for this day for months”.

It all started about a year ago, when I found her diary. Not the diary she keeps in her dresser, where she goes on about the boys she likes, school, and what her and her friends were up to on the weekends. What I found was her secret diary, stashed inside the box-springs of her mattress. It chronicled in excruciating detail how she was developing, and how she started exploring her body, and finding out what she liked sexually. I don’t know why I continued to read it, but I was just too excited to stop myself.

She wrote about some things she’d read online, stories of men and women dominating little girls. She read even more online, and found stories of dads who dominate their own daughters. According to the diary, the stories she read brought her to her most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.

And as I read, I found myself reliving my own sexual experiences, comparing them to the sensations Marci wrote about. Even as my fingers roved over my clit, finding myself wetter than I had been in years, I knew I had never experienced anything nearly as intense. I came reading the diary of our fifteen year old daughter, with more passion than anything I had ever felt before. In that moment, as I climaxed, I succumbed to my own sexual reawakening. Before that moment, I had never craved the sensual desires of another woman. But as my climax subsided, my slick fingers still turning the pages of her dirty diary, I could not think of anything else, my desires aflame with thoughts of what my daughter could do for me sexually.

I didn’t see Marci in the same light again after that. She wasn’t a good little girl anymore, that innocence was lost on the pages of her secret diary. Her whole teenage body exuded sexuality every time I looked at her. I noticed her breasts growing, filling in her tight t-shirts, and her hips gain a shapely curve to compliment her slender osmaniye escort form. In short, I didn’t see our daughter any more, I saw an object of sexual desire, and I knew I was going to have her.

Every chance I got, I ran to her room to read more and more of the deviant things she would write about. I spent nearly a month reading through the pages of the journal, each time coming to a greater understanding on how our teenage daughter’s mind worked. And each time also coming to a mind blowing orgasm.

My heart began racing as I made the plans to take our relationship beyond mother and daughter: She was going to be my sexual plaything, my very own slut. I was going to dominate her just as she had fantasized about.

It was a Saturday morning. Cody had headed out to the lake with some friends, and David was called into work that morning. That was going to leave Marci and I alone in the house, all afternoon.

“I read your diary”, I said without preamble, sipping my coffee in my bathrobe, as Marci slowly ate from a bowl of cereal. “Your other diary”, I clarified.

Marci nearly choked on the last spoonful. She was sitting directly across from me at the table. She wasn’t exactly dressed up, probably expecting to be lounging around the house all day. She had on some gym shorts, and a yellow baby-doll top, but nothing else. Her young pert nipples were strained against the thin material tightly stretched across her chest, her tiny pink areola obscured by the vibrant yellow material.

“Your entries were quite vivid”, I said, trying to make my voice sound dominate. “I want you to be perfectly honest with me”, I breathed deeply, exhaling a breath slowly between my lips, before looking at my daughter with a lustful passion. My next question was going to be one that forever changed our relationship, “do you really want what you write about? Do you really want to be a submissive…slut”, I spoke the last word with far more difficulty than I had thought. It was the first time I had called her that, the word almost foreign in my own mouth.

“Yes”, her answer was quiet, her head hanging down, as if she was ready to cry.

“Good”, I said, untying the knot that held my robe closed. I stood from the table, pulling the robe open, letting her see my naked body. It was something she was going to have to get used to seeing from now on. “Will you be a good little submissive slut for mommy?”

She seemed to ponder the question for a while, transfixed on my nude form. “Yes, mistress”, she spoke the title with reverence, granting me the power over her. I felt the power conveyed in her words: She was giving herself completely to whatever fetishes I could imagine. “But I’ve never been with another girl before”, she admitted, still staring at my chest, and clean shaved mound.

I hadn’t either, but I was a worldly woman, and knew well how to please myself. I figured I could teach Marci those skills, and forge her into the slut I desired. “I’ll teach you everything…you worthless cunt”. I walked around the table to stand behind my daughter. Again, I felt another surge of sexual energy. I was about to use my own daughter as a sexual plaything, a task no mother should consider about her own daughter. “Are you wet”, I asked, “is you cunt dripping with desire”, I whispered in her ear. My hands held the table on either side of my daughter, as my body leaned forward, her head resting between my 38C breasts. I had her pinned.

“Yes mommy”, she said, her breaths ragged.

I slapped her arm, playfully, not enough to hurt her, but to tech her a lesson. “I want you to talk dirty, you filthy whore. Answer me again”.

“Yes mommy, my cunt is dripping. I’m wet just thinking about all the ways you can use my young teen body”.

My hands now wrapped around her, holding firmly to her nearly exposed tits. I mauled them, relishing the sensation of holding the young girl in my hands, knowing that she would do whatever it took to please me. I twisted her nipples between thumb and forefinger. And osmaniye escort bayan excited moan escaped my daughter’s lips as the pain faded and was replaced with lust.

I let go of her breasts for now. I didn’t want to be fighting with the flimsy material of her shirt. I wanted to press my flesh against hers. I took hold of the hem of the shirt, and pulled it up over her head, her arms reaching upwards to help remove the garment. And with a flick, it was lying in a forgotten pile somewhere in the kitchen, as my daughter was topless before my eyes.

I still stood behind her, looking down the front of her body, seeing nearly the same view she had of her own chest. Her labored breathing causing her tits to swell with each breath. Her tiny areolas almost invisible against the pale white skin, and the pink nipples that jutted outward. My hands again reached out, desiring to feel the young girl’s tits in my hands, just as I had held my own breasts in moments of passion.

Again, I tweaked her nipples, and again she moaned. The sensual sounds she made echoed endlessly in my mind, feeling my thoughts with incestuous desires for my fifteen year old daughter. My mind could only register that I was moments away from an explosive sexual experience, and this body in my hands, moaning in her own pleasure, was going to get me there.

“Take off your shorts”, I commanded, reluctantly releasing her from my grasp. I took a step back to watch the performance she was about to give.

Marci stood, and moved the chair away. She didn’t turn around, as her hands move into the waistband at her sides. She leaned forward, her tits resting against the table, as she lowered her shorts, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. I stared at her shapely ass. I remember all the comments David had made about my own butt when we were dating, and when we were first married. And I could only hope what he saw years ago was mirrored in the firm ass of our daughter now.

“Turn around”. She didn’t hesitate, spinning in place to have her nubile body fall directly under my gaze. My eyes went instantly to her mound, a dark triangle of hair pointing to the cleft between her legs. “From now on, you are to keep your cunt smooth. You will shave yourself clean right after I am done with you tonight”.

I stared at her for what seemed like forever, drinking in every detail of her body, the body she was willingly giving to me for my sexual pleasure. She was short, still a growing girl. Her breasts were small, having gotten her first training bra only last year. She had trimmed her pubic hair, turning the tangle into a neat dark triangle. Her tan lines were evident, around her chest and across her hips, where bikini lines showed signs of sunbathing.

I couldn’t wait any longer. This Venus of a girl was offering herself to me, and I was going to drink her ambrosia. My nipples hardened as the cool air of the dining room caressed my chest, and my thighs became slick as my mind envisioned what she was about to do for me. “On your knees, you fucking slut”, I ordered.

Obediently, she fell to her knees before me. I parted my legs slightly, having her perfectly eye-level with my pussy. I watched her blue eyes lock with mine, as she inhaled sharply, absorbing the aroma of my arousal. “Lick my cunt”, I said, no longer able to control my lust.

Her head fell forward, brushing against my lower abdomen. For the first time, I felt the hot breath of my daughter on my pussy, exciting me. Her small nose pressed up against my mound, as her hands reached between my thighs, to pull my lips apart. She blew softly at my exposed pussy, sending a shiver up my spine. In all my life, I never experienced the sensation my daughter gave to me at that moment. The cool air gently caressing my most intimate spot, the breeze only fanning the flames that burned with desire surrounding my labia.

Then her tongue touched me. A thousand volts of electrify passed between her tongue and my clit as they made contact for the first time. I couldn’t escort osmaniye help but to grab her head, holding it against me tightly, as her inexperienced tongue gave me sensations I hadn’t known were possible. Of all the times David had eaten me out, despite his self-proclaimed mastery of cunnilingus, it had never caused the surge of sexual desire that I was felling under my fifteen year old daughter’s efforts. “Oooooh, fuck”, I hollered, my voice echoing through the house.

I could feel her smile as she continued. She lapped at my inner lips, each time ensuring her tongue played seductively with my clit. And each time, a wave threatened to overtake me, to crash along the shores of a powerful orgasm. And as her tongue flitted back down to restart its sensual trail along my intimate lips, the wave broke, with the promise of the next bringing me be closer. “Eat mommy’s pussy, you whore”, I yelled, forgoing all pretenses of being quiet.

As the minutes passed, my climax building, my mind became flooded with the desire. I held her head tighter, intent to cum on my little girl’s face. My mind imagined her like that, my cum glistening on her cheeks, smeared across her lips, knowing each breath she took would be filled with my aroma, the aroma of cum and sex. “I am mommy’s whore”, she proclaimed, muffled by my pussy, but the words still rang clear in my head.

And it was the proclamation, combined with a final flick of her tongue across my sensitive clit, that sent me over the edge. I gripped her head hard, holding her face to my twat as I coated it with my cum. “Hold out your tongue”, I yelled at her through clenched teeth, eager to feel the electric sensation of her tongue on my clit as I came. Spasms wracked my body as I convulsed uncontrollably, all my effort used to hold myself up on weakened knees, and to hold my daughter’s face to my crotch.

I was covered in sweat, having just climaxed harder than I ever thought possible. The twin taboos of being with another girl, and that girl being my own daughter filled me with a perverse pleasure, fueling my orgasm. Even as my breathing started to return to normal, I still held her head in place. And she continued to lick, though she lapped between my slick thighs, and not my lips. She was going to become a very accomplished cunt-licker. I was going to make sure of it.

I released her head, her face coming away from my crotch, her heavy breathing still sending sensual chills up and down my spine as it cooled the warm dampness between my legs. “I love you mom”, she said, looking up into my eyes. And as my eyes enveloped her, I saw my fifteen year old daughter, naked, her own body covered in sweat, her face coated with my sweet cum, she smiled up at me and professed her love. I had heard her say those words a million times before, each as sweetly as any young girl would tell her mother. But this time, her words had a whole new meaning behind them. She had come to know me in a way that only her father had before, and her eyes craved more. The desire in her eyes told me, told the world, that she wanted to be used, abused, carnally taught how to please both men and women.

“I love you too, slut”, I replied, lovingly stroking her matted blonde hair.

She remained motionless, enjoying my attentions, but it became clear there was something else on her mind. “Will you help daddy dominate me too”, she asked, her sweet sounding voice defying the vulgar act she wanted.

At that moment, I was filled with a primal selfishness. I didn’t want to share my daughter with anyone. I wanted to keep her all to myself, savoring all the delights the underage body could offer. But I knew, sooner or later, she would go to him, and throw herself to her father. In such a manner, he would say no, of course, denying his own daughter of her ultimate sexual fantasy. David was just too sweet, too devoted, to risk defiling his daughter. Of course, I learned quite a bit about him in our years of marriage, and I knew exactly what buttons to push for him to become the dominating man I knew he could be. “Of course, slut”, I said after the long deliberation, “but we have to be very careful, and plan everything in advance. We have to make him think it’s his idea to dominate you. And you’re going to have to be train on how to please him”, I smiled, knowing just who to call for her training.

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