Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 01:10:13 -0600 From: Kendall Hart Subject: Family Pleasures, Part 2 This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for reading by anyone under the age of 18. All characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental. Do not read further if you are under 18 or if pornography is illegal in the area in which you live. Comments may be sent to kendall.hart40@gmail.com -- No flames please, I shouldn't have to deal with that after posting here. More to come -- I just don't know when. Family Pleasures, Part 2 By and copyright Kendall Hart, 2007 (MF, MG, Mg MFGg, FGg, FG, Fg, inc, ped, cons, D/S) I left my daughter to tell her mother that the older two of her mother's little sisters were having sex (Dawn, my five year-old daughter, had seen them), and with her mother's nipple in her mouth. Twenty minutes later, my wife and daughter came into the kitchen where I was making waffles. Dawn went to the breakfast nook and turned on the TV, putting it on the Disney Channel for cartoons, and my wife came up to where I stood at the stove, tending to a skillet full of bacon, and wondering if Dawn was all right -- she seemed to be walking a bit oddly, as though she were sore. "So," Christy said in my ear, "Dawn started sucking on my nipple because she saw Laura sucking on Eve's nipple, and that Eve liked it. "Mark, would it surprise you if I said that made me crazy-hot, and I want us to seduce them?" "Not even a little bit," I said. "We both know -- after last night -- that you like incest. And younger girls, even girls who are only five, like our Dawn. And I'm right there with you on both of those. "My question, Christy, is do you want Eve and Laura -- or Eve, Laura, and Belinda?" "All of them," Christy said, almost whimpered. "And Mark . . . so does Dawn!" I made some sound, I don't know what, but it was a sound of approval. My wife's white trash parents had had their four kids five years apart or so -- and after their parents had died a month or so before, we had custody of all the girls. My wife was twenty, her sister Eve fifteen and hot as hell, her sister Laura not-quite-ten and a beautiful little thing . . . and Belinda was five years old, three days younger than mine and Christy's daughter -- Belinda's niece. She also looked like our daughter a great deal, since Dawn took after her mother more than me, and Belinda looked like a miniature Christy as well. "Damn, that's an image I need to get out of my head before your sisters come down," I said. "What image?" Christy asked. "The image of our daughter and your youngest sister," I said in a low, wicked voice, "doing a sixty-nine on our bed." "Daaaaaamn," Christy groaned. "Bastard -- now *I've* got to get rid of it, too!" I grinned, kissed Christy, grabbed her ass for a second, then turned my attention back to the cooking, as I heard footsteps in the hall above my head, meaning that Christy's sisters had gotten up. "Is Dawn all right?" I asked. "She's walking like we . . . I don't know, strained a muscle or something, spreading her legs to eat her." "She's fine," Christy said, shooting me her patented got-the-devil-in-my-blood grin. "Nothing to worry about, handsome." About then, Eve, Laura and Belinda came in, and the conversation necessarily turned to other things. Watching Eve and Laura at the breakfast table, you'd never know that they were lovers, as we knew they were, now. They acted like ordinary sisters, and I thought I could probably figure out why. Their father had fucked around on their mother regularly (not that I could blame him, the woman took zero care of herself -- she weighed almost three hundred pounds, looked ten years older than she was, and I had no idea how her husband had managed to fuck her enough to produce their daughters, unless it was them both being alcoholics), and they were probably afraid of him finding out and wanting to fuck them (he was no damned prize, either), so had learned to hide it well. Breakfast went just fine -- no one seemed odd or out of sorts, or at all suspicious of anything, despite the fact that it *felt* like the fact that I'd fingered and eaten my five year-old daughter's pussy and been blown by her three times the night before and once this morning was written on my face. My wife was even perfectly composed, despite the fact that she'd had sex with our daughter as well, even passing out from Dawn eating her. (Christy is very bi, and I'd known almost from the first that her lesbian tendencies ran towards pedophilia as well, and never minded. But my wife's passing out from the strength of the orgasms caused by our little girl eating her had surprised even me. Either she was more of a pedophile than I'd thought in her lesbian desires, or the added kink of Dawn being our daughter had made it even better for her.) After breakfast, Dawn and Belinda adjourned to the play room on the second floor, which had an intercom keyed to a pair of receivers that Christy and I kept with us, so that if they wanted or needed us, they could call easily. There'd not been a problem in the month we'd lived here, though -- both girls were very well behaved. "So what are you two gonna do this morning?" Christy asked Eve and Laura as the little ones went upstairs to play. "Think we'll watch TV for an hour, then go swimming," Eve said, and Laura nodded confirmation. "For a while, at least. Then . . . dunno. No special plans." "We all slept in some, had breakfast late," Christy said. "Lunch at one, Mark?" "Works for me," I said, and Laura and Eve went off to watch TV in Eve's room upstairs -- and maybe to make out, who knows? "Jesus Christ and the cows come home," Christy moaned. "Mark . . . I want them. Now! And I got an idea about how to get them . . . ." Christy told me her idea, and I thought about it for a minute. Nine times out of ten, we had to call the little ones out of the playroom for lunch, so them coming down unexpectedly shouldn't be an issue. And out in the pool house, that would be far enough away that they'd almost certainly not come out there -- both of the little ones knew that they weren't to be anywhere near the pool alone, and were good about it. If they wanted to come out there, they'd call on the intercom. Besides, Dawn was already our lover, and we wanted Belinda to be . . . so them "catching" us having sex with Laura and Eve (if we got our way, that's what was going to happen!) wouldn't exactly be a problem. "Good plan, love," I told my wife. "Sounds like a winner, anyway -- at least, if either of them likes guys." "Oh, I think they do," Christy said. "I've seen them both giving you the eye, Mark -- the *hungry,* god-I-wanna-fuck-him eye. You'll get included, I'm pretty sure. And I'll insist you get to watch, if one or both of them don't want you -- but they do want you, so relax." I grinned, stood to my full six feet, two inches, puffed out my chest and threw back my shoulders in the classic "hero pose." Christy stood herself, ran her hands through my long, medium blond hair, kissed me, and said, "That's right, super-hunk. You go on and look the part, it can't hurt a thing." We went on out to the pool house, moving slowly and languidly in the already-hot late-June day, and went in to the changing area. You can't get straight to the pool, the only entrance from the outside is through the changing area, which wasn't segregated for sexes. I'd found that odd, and sometimes wondered if the rich old guy who'd built the mansion and pool house out here on Red Gull Island in the late seventies had been holding orgies out here on weekends, or something. The rest of the pool house and parts of the mansion proper lent themselves to that idea handily. There were four big Jacuzzis around the pool, one at each corner, each with a heavily padded sponge mat extending around it for several feet, and, as noted before, the changing area wasn't segregated at all. There were two massage tables in the pool area, one about halfway down each of the long sides of the pool. The bathrooms in the mansion that had showers (seven of the eleven) had *big* showers, big enough for four people, eight if they were sexually close. And then there was the "playroom" in the basement, a room that none of the girls even knew about to the best of my knowledge. Christy knew, I'd shown her after we moved in, but none of the others did. The entrance was hidden, looking like just another part of the recreation room wall, and if you didn't know how it opened, you'd probably never find out -- you had to push it in, like those push-in-pop-out doors, but, while it was pushed in, you had to press a catch hidden pretty high up in the freshly-revealed door frame, or it wouldn't pop open. Then you entered a room that had plainly been designed for sex -- probably with lots of people involved. Four pillow-covered, king-sized air mattresses lay on the thickly carpeted (and heavily padded) floor, to the left of the door. Near them were two couches and two chairs (left there by the man's heirs, who may never have known about the room), all upholstered in a fabric that was smooth and comfortable against skin, but would resist water and . . . other fluids, and all facing the mattresses. On the far wall was a full bar, complete with several adjustable-height seats big enough for two. That was to the left of the door. To the right, you had two wide massage tables with adjustable heights (and straps for wrists and ankles, oh my!), several comfortable chairs, upholstered in the same fluid-resistant fabric as the others in the room, and each with a seat whose height was adjustable from about a foot off of the ground to about four feet off of the ground -- and each was big enough for two, if they were intimate. Then came the two more Jacuzzis, and the monster-shower-from-heaven -- or maybe from some particularly decadent period of Rome. This shower was about twelve feet square, had shower heads on all three walls, spaced about three feet apart, and then more across the ceiling, so that one could have total spray coverage. There were individual controls as well as a master control for all heads, and they'd even been color-coded for ease of use. And the floor of this shower was one big mattress of some waterproof material, with many small drains spaced around it, each recessed to avoid causing discomfort to anyone sitting -- or laying -- on the floor. Christy and I had played down there a time or two, and it occurred to me, as we stripped in the changing area of the pool house and grabbed our swimsuits to carry into the pool area (we weren't going to bother to wear them) that we might soon have more reason to go there -- and more partners to go with. Yum! Once we were in the pool area, Christy moved promptly to one of the big, patio-style chairs around the pool, and I helped her pull it over and get it set on the padding around the Jacuzzi just to the left of the door. We then wadded up our swimwear and tossed it aside, as though we'd taken it off in a hurry. Then we sat and talked about nothing much, me in the patio chair, Christy on the padding beside the chair, legs curled under her in a fashion that would let her rise up on her knees quickly. Almost exactly an hour after we finished breakfast, we heard the outside door to the changing room open, and a moment later, the banging of locker doors. Christy rose up on her knees before me, readying herself for us to get "caught in the act," stroked my dick to make sure I was hard (NOT a problem!), and bent so close that I could feel her breath on my dick. She waited a moment more, then, when we heard bare feet on the concrete of the changing room floor near the door, leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth, began bobbing and slurping cheerfully on my dick. She'd only gone up and down about four times when the door between changing room and pool opened, and Laura stepped through ahead of her older sister, saw Christy and I some ten feet from the door -- and froze, even as Eve stopped in the doorway and drew in a sharp breath. "Wow," Laura said softly. "Yeah, wow," Eve said just as softly. We ignored them, pretended not to hear them. Christy kept bobbing up and down and slurping visibly wetly on my dick, and I kept my hand loosely on the back of her head, guiding the rhythm that I wanted her to bob in. After maybe thirty seconds of this, Eve spoke. "Uh, we'll come back to swim later, sorry," my wife's fifteen year-old sister said. Christy jumped a little, as though surprised, and lifted her mouth off of my cock, trailing a rainbow-colored stream of mixed saliva and pre-come between her lower lip and my cock. She opened her mouth, became aware of the wet streamer, bobbed back down on my cock, slurping up the mixture and gulping audibly, then pulled her mouth more slowly and carefully off of my dick, leaving only her own lips coated with the fluids of her blowing me. Neither girl had actually moved to go away while she did this. "Shit, I'm sorry, girls," Christy said, looking contrite. "We were going to swim with you, but we got sort of horny while we were waiting, and I guess we didn't realize how late it was. "Look, you swim. We can . . . go inside. Or, if you don't care, we can finish what we started while you swim, then join you. Or . . . well, Dawn's seen us having sex, and she's only five. I guess if you two wanted to watch, that'd be okay. I wouldn't mind, anyway. Mark?" "I don't mind," I said, breathing a little hard. "You're right, they're old enough to know about sex -- if they *want* to see it, I'd rather they watched us than some porn movie." "You . . . really?" Laura asked. "Really," I said -- and Laura smiled at me in a way that told me my wife was right, and she did find me attractive. "So, um, would there be . . . I don't know, rules?" Eve asked. "If we wanted to watch, I mean?" "Hmm," Christy said. "Well, one, anyway. No, two. "First, if you want to watch, you got to get naked -- you're getting to see us nude, it's only fair we should get to see you. And second . . . no being shy. You can get as close as you like, put your heads where you want so you can see, and if you have questions, you just ask. "You okay with that?" In answer, Eve reached behind herself, untied the string of the deep blue bikini top she had on, let it fall. Her breasts -- C-cups, high and firm, with powerfully prominent, deep pink areola and nipples -- popped out, and she reached down to untie the strings at the sides of the matching bottom she wore. The bottom dropped, revealing a pussy with sparse, straight pubic hair, blond just tinted with red, just like the hair on her head, though not so thick or wavy -- and that sweet pussy already glistened with dampness. Laura, without waiting to see what Eve would do, even, had shrugged off her little one-piece suit, revealing a slender little body, pussy undeveloped and hairless, chest flat, little nipples hard. Her butt, though, was rounded and firm, beautifully so, and left me wanting to grab it. Like Eve, Laura had already started lubricating a little. "Wow, you two are gorgeous," Christy said, and I nodded. "Yes," I said. "Eve, Laura -- thank you. You're both beautiful." "Uh, thanks," Eve said. "You guys are both hotter than original sin." "Yeah," Laura agreed. "God, you two are like movie stars or something." "More like porn stars," Christy said, grinning. "But thanks, girls. "So, I think the best way for you two to see while I blow Mark is to get on either side of me, on your knees. Mark, leave off holding my head this time, so Eve and Laura can both see, please?" "No problem," I said, and gripped the arms of the chair. Eve went and knelt on Christy's right, right next to her, left knee against Christy's right, turned to about forty-five degrees to her older sister so that she could see what Christy was doing. Laura mirrored her on Christy's left, and my wife slipped a companionable arm around each of her sisters' waists before she bent and took my dick back in her mouth. Slowly, Eve and Laura each put an arm around Christy's waist, and my wife sighed happily and audibly as she bobbed up and down on my cock, slurping audibly and making a production out of giving me a wet and wild blowjob. Both of her sisters watched eagerly, bending close. Laura (who wouldn't be ten for another two weeks) bent so close that her hair lay against my thigh, a wonderful sensation. For about two minutes, Christy sucked me eagerly, and her sisters just watched. Then Laura spoke, a little louder than she meant to, I think. "I wish I could taste his come," she muttered. "Christy," I said immediately, "Laura wants to know what my come tastes like. Would you save some for her to taste, dear?" Christy looked up at me, nodded, then turned her head and smiled at Laura (who was blushing beet-red to her waist) before straightening and beginning to bob wildly up and down on my cock again. "Me, too," Eve said, blushing to match Laura. "I want to taste it, too. Please?" On her next rise, Christy turned to Eve and nodded, smiled around my cock -- then went back to it. After about a minute more, I shot my load, felt Christy swallow the first glob -- my wife is a come-slut, loves to swallow my come and the juices of pretty much any female -- then just take the rest in her mouth, hold it there in preparation for passing it to her sisters. Then Christy lifted her head, turned to Laura (who had asked first, after all), and stuck out her tongue with a healthy dollop of my come gleaming whitely on it. Laura immediately *engulfed* Christy's tongue in her own little mouth, closed her lips over my wife's tongue, and very, very slowly, sucked it clean and drew her lips off of it. Laura then swished her tongue around in her mouth a little before swallowing, and said, "That tastes good!" Christy chuckled, and dropped her hand from Laura's waist to her sweetly rounded little ass, patted it firmly -- then left her hand there, to Laura's wide-eyed astonishment, while she turned to Eve, and again stuck out a tongue coated with my come. Eve made little pretense of being anything other than hugely turned on, just wrapped her lips around Christy's tongue, sucked it clean, her own cheeks caving in visibly with the force of the suction she applied to Christy's tongue -- and moaned aloud when Christy's hand came up to cup her breast, pinching Eve's nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger, then stroking that rock hard nipple, which stood up from Eve's breast as long as the top joint of my little finger. Like Laura before her, Eve swirled my come around in her mouth for a moment, then swallowed the glob of my come that Christy had given her, and said, "You're right Laura -- Mark's come tastes good!" Laura was staring at Christy's hand, still cradling and toying with Eve's breast, and didn't answer, just nodded slowly. "And as for you, sis," Eve said. "Yeah. You're hot." With that, Eve leaned close to Christy, grabbed my wife's breast, and kissed her, a full-on, screamingly-sexual, tongue-first, lover's kiss, met with just as much eagerness and desire as Eve offered. When they broke, some thirty seconds later, Christy turned and kissed Laura the same way, squeezing Laura's ass now instead of just cupping it, and Laura answered the kiss just as eagerly, tonguing Christy's mouth almost frantically, and reaching up to stroke the breast not covered by Eve's hand. When those two broke, Eve said softly, "Lean back a little, Christy." Christy did so, and Eve leaned across her to tongue-fuck Laura, taking her little sister's mouth like I took my wife's pussy, and Laura accepted and returned the passion with interest. "Well, that's just hot as fucking hell," Christy said while Laura and Eve soul-kissed. "Don't you think so, Mark?" "Hell, yes," I moaned. "Damn, that's beautiful." Eve and Laura broke, and Eve promptly dropped her mouth to Christy's breast, even as Laura stood up, bent over me, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me hard, her little tongue sliding into my mouth, dancing with mine, pulling back, sucking on my tongue when I sent it into her mouth. When we parted, Laura looked at Christy and Eve, still lip-locked, then down at my cock, leaking pre-come at the sight of my wife and her sisters kissing, and the sexy kiss given me by a nine year old girl. Laura reached down and stroked my dick, deliberately smearing my pre-come all over it as she did so, then bending at the waist to kiss it wetly, slurping happily at the fresh spurt of pre-come this caused. "Fuck me!" Laura panted when she lifted her mouth from my cock. "Please, Mark, fuck me *right now!*" "I'd like that," I said, stroking her hair. "But both your sisters have to say it's okay." "I don't mind at all," Eve panted. She was rocking in place as Christy sucked on her nipple -- and finger-fucked her hard and rapidly. "Christy, do you mind?" Christy pulled her mouth away from Eve's nipple with a wet, slurping sound, and said, "Laura, honey, have you got your cherry, still?" "Uh-uh," Laura said, shaking her head. "I don't. I never done anything with a guy before, but I . . . um." "I broke it," Eve said. "I popped her cherry the second time we made love, with my fingers." "How long ago was that?" Christy asked, grinning. "Almost four years," Eve confessed. "We've been lovers since about a week after Laura turned six." "God, that's hot," Christy said. "Okay, Laura, Mark, you can fuck -- but we want to watch." "Okay!" Laura said, and clutched at my dick almost too hard. "Yes, right now, please!" I stood up, bent to kiss Laura, and asked, "How do you want to do this, baby? You on top is probably best, given your size, b--" "Uh-uh, no," Laura said. "I want you to fuck me, Mark, not for me to fuck you. You on top, okay?" "Mmm, nice," I said, and bent to kiss her again. "That still leaves options, honey. You want to do it face-to-face? Or doggie style, so I can reach around and rub your clit? Or you could be on your belly, but that's probably not a great idea for your first time." "Face-to-face!" Laura said, dropping to the sponge matting around the hot tub and spreading her legs. "Right now, *please,* Mark!" "Turn around, sugar," I said, chuckling at how eager Laura was to be fucked. (At least half as eager as I was to fuck her!) "Point your head at Eve and Christy, so they can see my dick going into you better." "Okay, sorry," Laura said, sitting up, looking at her older sisters hungrily for a moment (they were fingering each other, now, Eve having gotten a hand between my wife's legs) before spinning around and stretching back out with her head pointed at them and only an inch or two from my wife's foot. "There. Please, Mark, right now!" I chuckled again, and moved to kneel between Laura's legs, staring hungrily at her wet, tiny pussy, under-developed, hairless -- but still wet and ready. I started to reach down to rub her, then changed my mind. I was going to have my cock be the first part of me to touch her pussy . . . . I moved forward, placing my hands outside of Laura's shoulders, bent down and kissed her, delighting in the way she drew my tongue into her mouth, accepted the way I thrust it in and out of her mouth, actively sucked on it. While she was lost in the kiss, and in sucking on my tongue, I took hold of my cock and guided the head to the entrance of her little pussy, rubbed against the wetness I found there, felt Laura straining up as though to get my cock in her sooner. I didn't make her wait longer, it would have been cruel -- and I wanted to fuck her anyway. I shifted a little, and thrust forward as the head of my dick rubbed against her pussy, moving neither slowly nor quickly, just . . . steadily, at a constant speed. My cock slid into my wife's sweet, cute, little nine year-old sister's pussy, and I swear to you, it was like fucking an angel. Laura was insanely tight, though I felt no resistance or tearing (I was ready to stop if I felt either), and she was dripping wet. I slid my cock all the way into her pussy in one long, smooth stroke -- and the moment my dick was all the way in her, Laura orgasmed. That sweet little girl came hard and violently, thrashing under me and screaming her delight even as her tiny, tight pussy (the tightest I'd ever been in, even tighter than Rose, the eleven year-old my wife had seduced for us last year in London), flexed and squeezed on my dick, making me gasp in delight and amazement. When Laura's orgasm ended, I started pumping, moving in and out of that wonderfully tight little snatch in a slow, steady rhythm, trying to not overwhelm her by moving too fast or too hard. That didn't cut it for my nine year-old lover. "Harder!" Laura said, wrapping her legs around my back and pulling herself up into me as I thrust down. "Harder, Mark!" "Uh, I don't want to hurt you," I said. "Don't be a wimp, handsome," Christy panted, staring avidly at my cock disappearing into her little sister, her fingers moving on Eve's pussy even as Eve fingered her. "She won't break, and she'll tell you if it's too hard -- now fuck my little sister like she wants -- harder!" I wasn't about to argue -- hell, I wasn't *able* to argue, considering how badly I wanted to do what I was being asked to do! I bent, kissed Laura briefly -- her four-foot, five-inch height made it awkward to kiss her more than briefly -- and started pumping into her harder . . . and faster. Laura came again in only a few seconds, screaming in delight, jerking herself up to meet my downward strokes even more eagerly, and again cried, "Harder! Harder!" So I upped the intensity of my fucking again, pounded Laura's little pussy at least half as hard as I liked to pound my wife. After a moment, I got shocked into stopping for a moment as Christy and Eve came from fingering each other and yelled their own joy aloud. Then Laura's insistent heels on my ass pulled me back to her, and I started pumping again, and in only a few seconds, she came again, yelled again, and demanded that I go harder again. Since I was watching as her two sisters fingered each others pussies -- an *incredibly* erotic sight, at least half as intense as watching my wife eat our daughter's pussy -- and had my cock in the tightest pussy I'd ever been in, tighter than I'd ever imagined being in, I was hot and horny and near crazy with sex . . . so I gave Laura what she wanted, and fucked her still harder and faster, now moving with at least seventy-five percent of the fervor with which I usually fucked my wife (who also loved it hard). Impressive, for such a little girl . . . . Eve and Christy, fingering each other's pussies frantically as they watched me fuck their younger sister, a girl not even into puberty yet, both came again, shrieked happily as they came, and Laura came harder than ever as they screamed, clamping and flexing on my dick like a mad milking machine -- and the last little bit I could take. I came myself, thrusting into Laura as deep as I could, spurting into that tight, wet little snatch like I was a fire truck trying to put out a five-alarm fire. When I finished, I let more of my weight down on Laura, pinning her down, my cock still in her pussy, and she didn't complain at all, just licked my chest and clung to me for a long moment as she finished her own orgasm. "Oh, god, thank you, Mark!" Laura whimpered, clutching around my ribs with her arms and my ass with her legs. "Thank you so much! I . . . Mark, I love you!" "I love you, too, Laura," I said, and pulled out of her pussy so that I could move down far enough to kiss her properly. "Thank you, honey -- I loved it, too. And you." "Okay, now, time to switch partners, Mark," Christy said. "I want to eat Laura's pussy, and Eve has some business with you, handsome." I moved up to my knees to find Eve right beside me, kneeling also. She grabbed me and kissed me hard, eagerly -- yet very sweetly, and . . . something else. Even as Christy was pulling Laura up to sit on her face (my wife loved to eat my come out of other girls), Eve pulled back a little looked up at me with a look I'd never actually seen before -- both brazen and pleading -- and said, "I'd like to suck your dick, Mark. May I do that?" "I'd like that," I said. "But let's neck a little first, Eve -- and I want to taste your nipples, too." Eve moved to straddle me as I knelt there, kissed me again, sweet, eager and yet . . . oh. Oh, my! The eager, hard kisses that still somehow managed to be sweet and somehow gentle, the asking so politely if she could suck me, the instant, unquestioning obedience to my request -- even as I was thinking these things, Eve broke our kiss and rose up on her knees to offer me one of her rock-hard nipples to suck, moaned happily and gasped as I did so -- I thought I had Eve figured out. I *hoped* that I had Eve figured out! I moved my mouth to her other nipple, sucked it for a moment, then lifted my head and kissed her again, taking charge of the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, letting her start sucking on it, thrusting harder . . . and wrapping my hand in her hair, tugging her gently back from the kiss, up to let me have access to her nipples again. Eve gasped as I tugged, moved with the tugging immediately, and didn't complain at all about the small pain this must have caused, or the sudden loss of control. I sucked each nipple again, then pulled her head back down, still tugging her by her hair, tilted her head back, began fucking her mouth furiously with my tongue. Eve sighed happily, sucked my tongue eagerly and hard, didn't complain at all when my free hand went between her legs and I slipped two fingers into her with no warning or buildup. Instead, Eve came, rocking against my hand, sucking harder on my tongue, crying out happily. I pulled my fingers out, licked one clean, finding that Eve tasted almost exactly like Christy, then held up the other finger and said, "Suck it clean." With no hesitation at all, almost with a sense of relief, Eve wrapped her mouth around my finger and sucked and licked it until I pulled it out of her mouth. "You're submissive," I said, not asking, just stating. "Yes, sir," Eve said, looking down at my dick. "I am, sir." "How did you find out you were a subbie?" I asked, my tone making it plain that I required an answer. "When I was thirteen, sir, I had a year-long affair with a woman in her late twenties," Eve said softly. "She was very dominant. Since she moved away, I haven't been able to be submissive, sir. Oh, Laura did try, when I asked her, but . . . she's a natural submissive, too, I think, and certainly no dom. And a couple of times . . . just a couple, and only with her, probably only because she's my little sister, I was able to get kind of dominant with her -- and she loved it." "Do you want to be submissive with me?" I asked. "I'd like that very much, sir." She let her eyes flicker to my face hopefully, then looked back down, smiling, apparently liking what she saw on my face. "How do you feel about pain?" I asked. "Is that a turn on, girl, or is it only domination?" "If sir wishes to cause me pain, I ask only that sir limit himself to using his hands and his cock to do so," Eve said softly. "And . . . sir, bleeding does not make me excited, quite the opposite." "So . . . let me be sure that we are on the same page, girl," I said. "If I were to stand up, keep hold of this handful of hair I've got, and use it to hold you, force you to move as I want, while I fuck your mouth . . . you'd enjoy that?" "I . . . sir, I have never so much as touched a cock, save when my pussy brushed against yours a moment ago," Eve said, blushing. "But . . . I have seen that in movies, and found it very exciting. And I have been . . . forced to eat pussy very, very vigorously, while my mistress ground herself against my face very, very hard. So I think I would like it if sir were to fuck my mouth." "Did my wife tell you anything about sucking cock?" I asked, pulling Eve back a little farther and grabbing one of those perfect breasts, pinching the nipple, feeling Eve writhe happily as I did these things. "She did, sir," Eve said. "She spoke on that subject almost the whole time you were fucking my younger sister, sir." "Very well," I said. "Back up enough for me to stand, girl." Eve walked backwards a little ways on her knees, and I stood, stepped forward so that my cock was less than an inch from Eve's mouth. Like a good subbie, she made no effort to move closer or away, or to touch my cock with her hands. "Listen to me, girl," I said, and Eve's eyes rose to fix on my face. "I'm going to fuck your mouth, very, very hard -- I love that, and don't get it very often. So that's what you're getting now. But . . . I would not cause you distress. So if I go too hard, you need only place a hand on my thigh, and I will slow down until you take that hand off of my thigh. "Other than that . . . you are not to do anything with your hands. You may not pleasure yourself in any way while I fuck your mouth, do you understand?" "I do, sir," Eve said. "And . . . if sir approves, there was a position I was taught by my former mistress, one that prevents me from touching myself sexually, and would in no way interfere with sir fucking my mouth." "Show me." Eve put her arms behind her back, bent them at ninety degrees, and cupped her left elbow in her right hand, her right elbow in her left hand. Not only did this keep her from touching herself sexually, it caused her breasts to be on display more prettily than before, and I nodded. "Yes, that will do." I caressed Eve's cheek with the hand that wasn't still in her hair. "But remember . . . if I go too hard, you are allowed to take your hands from behind my back to touch my thigh to tell me to slow down." "I will remember, sir," Eve said solemnly. "Good. Now, girl . . . open your mouth and prepare yourself to have that mouth fucked." Eve opened her mouth, and I stepped forward, shoved my dick in her mouth, felt her lips close and her tongue begin working. I moaned, appreciating the sheer wetness of her approach to cocksucking -- then tightened my hand in her hair, and started fucking Eve's wet, eager mouth. I took it up to pretty hard and fast right away, being eager as hell and three times as horny as usual, only being careful not to shove too deep – I've never liked gagging a woman on my dick. Eve made no complaint, only sucked hard, whimpered in a fashion that somehow made it clear that hers were *happy* whimpers, and tongued my cock fast and furiously. When, after only thirty seconds or so of this, Eve had a hard, violent orgasm (and screamed in pleasure, which is a wonderful thing to have happen while your cock is in a woman's mouth), and Laura, rocking and moaning on Christy's mouth, came and yelled only a second later, I started fucking Eve's mouth even harder, and she responded by sucking my cock even harder, and increasing the speed with which her tongue ran over my dick. I took that as a positive sign, a very positive sign when coupled with the sheer volume of saliva (mixed with a proportionately far smaller amount of pre-come than usual -- Eve was, well, drooling) that she was swallowing, and how often. Then Eve came again, harder than the last time -- and I lost what little control I had left. Her joyous scream on my cock, her manic suction and mad tonguing of my cock, the way she let out happy little whimpers of pleasure-pain -- these things combined to turn me into a mouth-fucking-animal. I twisted my hand in her hair, tightening the pressure on her scalp, and started virtually *slamming* my cock into that eager, whimpering mouth (though still being careful not to make her gag). Eve responded by sucking still harder (I was starting to have thoughts about being sucked inside-out), and moving her tongue at speeds I'd never experienced before, even from my cock-hungry wife, even while Christy was riding the mouth of an eleven year-old girl, the youngest we'd ever shared before last night, and coming her brains out while she got eaten by little Rose and her mouth fucked (much more gently than this) by me. And *Laura* was coming faster now, her eyes having opened at some point and seen what I was doing to her older sister. I was afraid Laura would be freaked, but no -- her stare was . . . not *hungry,* exactly, but very, very interested. She was rocking faster on Christy's mouth now, and coming with even greater frequency. Eve herself had started coming almost as hard and fast as Christy had while Dawn was eating her pussy the night before, and that set me on to my "final approach," as it were -- I started that final build-up to coming myself. I didn't speed up any, or fuck Eve's mouth harder -- I don't think I could have done either, at that point -- but I did groan aloud, trying (and failing) to say, "I'm going to come," and give Eve some warning. Didn't happen. Instead, I started shooting my load, and my hand automatically pulled Eve to the maximum depth on my cock at which I'd been fucking her mouth, held her there -- and dumped what felt like an oil drum full of come into the sweet, eager mouth, even as Eve came again herself, and Laura shrieked her own orgasm and clutched at my wife's head as she came. Eve gulped crazily, swallowed, and kept sucking and tonguing like a good little submissive, not having been told to stop. I let her suck until I was sure she'd gotten the last drop of my come, and a few seconds longer, then slowly pulled her mouth off of my cock, my eyes closed in delight as she fought to maintain some contact between her mouth and my dick, extending her tongue to its maximum length, whimpering when she lost that last contact. Then I heard Laura say "Damn that was hot!" A moment later, my wife was kissing me frantically, mouth tasting of her nine year-old sister's pussy, and I heard Eve and Laura moan, assumed (correctly) that it was a moan of pleasure as they kissed. I finally opened my eyes, and Christy broke our kiss a moment later, and said, "Wow, Eve's way more submissive than I am, even when I'm in that mood, huh?" "Seems that way," I said. "Do you mind, love?" "Not at all, Mark," Christy said. "I've known for years you had a streak of the dom in you, and always sort of felt bad that I couldn't go subbie enough to totally satisfy it -- looks like my sister can help you out with that, though, and I'm glad for both of you." "Eve said that Laura leans towards being submissive as well," I said, testing the waters of my wife's tolerance. "Mmm, I'd love to see you fuck Laura's mouth," Christy said. "I didn't see any of you fucking Eve's mouth, but if you fuck Laura's mouth, I'll definitely be watching." "If she asks for that, she'll get it," I said. "And given how hard I fucked her . . . ." "You think she'll ask for it." Christy smiled, kissed me, stroked my cock. "Cool." "But right now," I said, gently disengaging myself from my wife, "I'm not done with Eve just yet." "Oh, good," Christy said. "Eve," I said, watching as Laura kissed her sister repeatedly, sucked Eve's tongue played with her sister's breasts. When Eve looked up at me, her arms still behind her in that incredibly submissive fashion, I smiled a slightly predatory smile and said, "Do you want fucked, girl? Hard? And in a position where you can't really resist me?" "Yes, please, sir," Eve said, her voice sounding suddenly younger, more breathy, like she was Laura's age. "I would be forever grateful if sir would take my virginity, though my little sister took my cherry years ago, much as I took hers. "And to be unable to resist sir, not just *unwilling* to resist . . . that would only make it better, sir." "Good girl," I said, and Eve promptly straightened and squared her shoulders at the compliment. The girl wasn't just submissive, she was damned good at showing it! "Laura, you'll need to move, honey." "Yes, sir," Laura said, and moved aside quickly, far enough to be sure that she wasn't in the way. Christy noted this, and the way Laura had picked up Eve's calling me sir, and grinned as she whispered in my ear, "Looks like Eve was right -- Laura's a little subbie, too." I nodded, then stepped over to Eve, where she knelt on the padding around the Jacuzzi. "Now, come here," I said, and started for one of the massage tables placed midway along the long side of the pool. I glanced behind me, saw Eve get up without moving her arms, and silently thanked the woman who'd dominated her for training her so well. At the table, I said "Lie down on your belly, with your pussy just off of the edge of the table, and leave your arms as they are." Eve did as I told her, and found herself with her toes just touching the ground -- which I ended immediately. The height wasn't right, but that was easy to fix. I bent over, unlocked the table's height adjustment crank (using an electrical motor in a pool area would have been a bad idea), and cranked the table up some, until Eve's pussy was at the perfect height for me to fuck her from behind without bending my knees. "Spread your legs some," I told Eve, looking at how her toes now dangled a few inches off of the ground. Eve did as ordered, making little whimpering sounds of anticipation as she moved, making me crazy with that and the sheer delight of having this fifteen year-old hottie give me such complete control over her so willingly. I stepped forward, guided the head of my cock to Eve's pussy (which was still sopping wet from her recent orgasms), and thrust into her hard. Eve shrieked and came, even as I marveled over how tight she was even as I bent over her, pressing my chest against her back and folded arms, gripping the outside edges of the table and holding myself down, pinning Eve thoroughly . . . and leaving her helpless. Even came again, screamed her joy aloud again, before I'd done more than pull back and thrust in twice more, and I knew that I was going to enjoy pretty much *owning* my wife's fifteen year-old sister, at least in a sexual fashion. Eve's pussy was very tight, though of course nothing like as tight as Laura's, and only a bit tighter than my wife's (Christy took care of herself, did some sort of exercises that kept her pussy tight, despite having had a baby), and her happy little cries as I fucked her from behind had me in a constantly-escalating state of excitement. I fucked Eve hard, much, much harder than I'd fucked little Laura, harder even than I'd ever fucked my wife. I pounded my cock into that wet, slippery, near-constantly-convulsing cave, loving every rippling squeeze as Eve came over and over again, screaming and yelling, crying out loudly and joyfully as she came . . . and came . . . and *came.* I managed to keep going for longer than five minutes, maybe as long as seven minutes, but even three previous orgasms in a very short order could not keep me from coming for long, and I spurted my come into Eve's sweetly tight pussy even as she came and shrieked one final time. I slowed to a stop, kept my cock in her for a moment, though I knew I wouldn't be able too for long, as I was actually softening, this time, finally. "Good girl," I said, moving my mouth down by Eve's ear. "That's a very good girl -- but don't you move yet. You stay right where you are, in this position, until I tell you otherwise." "Yes, sir," Eve said, her voice still that of a much younger girl. I stood up, pulled out, and looked around to see Laura sitting between Christy's legs, Christy's fingers idly stroking her little sister's clit. Thinking back, there'd been some definite screams behind me, but I'd been too wrapped up in what I was doing to Eve to pay much attention, then. "Christy, you haven't eaten Eve's pussy yet, have you?" I asked. "No, dear," my wife replied. "And Laura, you haven't eaten Christy yet?" "No, sir, I haven't," Laura said softly. "Let's fix both of those -- I need a little break, and watching the three of you will definitely get me ready to go again," I said, grinning at my wife and her prepubescent little sister. "Christy, you like to eat a girl's pussy from behind -- come over here and kneel down, but stay low, don't move up to where you can eat Eve. I'll lower her to you, once you're situated. "Laura, come here, honey." The little girl scrambled to her feet, came to stand beside me, looked at me with an open, relaxed eagerness that showed her willingness to do whatever I asked of her. "Lay down right here, sweetie," I said, "on your back, with your head close to the table, not touching it . . . yes, like that. "Christy, you come sit on Laura's face, dear, let her eat you while you eat Eve." My wife moved over to the massage table almost at a run, lowered herself slowly and carefully over Laura's face, gasped when Laura's hands came up to wrap over and around her thighs, and Laura's tongue darted up to flicker over my wife's labia. I chuckled, stroked Christy's hair as she gasped in delight at her nine year-old sister's oral attentions to her pussy, unlocked the height adjustment crank on the massage table, and lowered it slowly, until Christy's crazy-eager mouth could reach Eve's still-sopping pussy. As soon as she could reach, Christy put her hands on Eve's delectable ass, leaned in with her head cocked back, and reached under with her tongue to flicker-lick Eve's clit. After only seconds of this, Christy and Eve both came, and, a couple of minutes later, Laura came from her own excitement at eating her oldest sister's pussy. I sat in a chair a couple of feet off, and watched this highly illicit, even illegal, lesbian mini-orgy, letting my cock slowly come back to life as I watched and appreciated. After a while, all three girls came simultaneously, and I said, "All right ladies . . . may I suggest a little change?" "Yes, dear," Christy panted. "I like how you think, Mark -- suggest away!" "I don't want Eve leaving submissive mode, not yet," I said. "So what I want you to do is get up on the table, Christy, and put your pussy under her mouth so she can eat you. Laura, I want you to eat Eve, from behind like Christy just did, okay?" "Yes, sir!" Laura chirped, even as Christy said, "Yes, dear," and got up on the massage table, sliding forward so that her hairless pussy was in Eve's face. Laura immediately got up on her knees and started lapping at Eve's dripping pussy from behind, whimpering in delight as Eve began moving under her tongue. Laura's hands wrapped around the outside of Eve's thighs, came up to clutch and squeeze her sister's ass, and I thought about that for a second, then tried an experiment to see if little Laura was as much the submissive as Eve thought, and Christy and I were coming to think. Christy and Eve both hollered in the delight of orgasm as I knelt behind and slightly to one side of Laura, leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Take your hands off of Eve's ass, sweetie," I whispered against Laura's ear -- and immediately, the little nine year-old let her hands fall to her sides. I grinned at the thought of how much fun I expected to have with an almost-ten-year-old subbie, and said against Laura's ear, "That's a good girl." Laura wiggled in delight at those words, and I grinned wider. "Now, if you'd like to make me very, very excited," I said softly, "you could put your arms behind your back, like Eve's got hers, each hand holding your opposite elbow." Laura moved immediately, and soon was leaning forward a little more, to counter not being able to touch Eve as she ate her, tilting her head back farther to get her mouth more easily onto Eve's pussy. "That's right," I said. "That's a very good girl." Laura whimpered and came, triggering an orgasm for Eve in her momentarily increased fervor, which of course triggered one for Christy as Eve ate *her* more frantically for a moment as she came. I went back to my chair a few feet off, and watched happily, getting more excited with every one of the girl's orgasms, After a while, the three came in near-perfect sync again, and I said, "That's enough for now, I think. Eve, Laura, you can relax and stretch, let your arms recover for a bit." All three girls stood, and I was struck again by the resemblance as they engaged in a long moment of three sided necking. I grinned, watched them, and said, "Laura, come over here," when they broke. Laura immediately came to stand in front of me, eyes down like a good little submissive, and said, "Yes, sir?" "Go lie down on the mat by the hot tub," I said. "I want to eat your pussy." Laura almost ran to the mat, where she lay on her back with her legs spread. I looked at Christy and Eve, still standing with arms around each other, and said, "After I eat her, I'm going to have her suck my cock -- and if she asks for it, I'm going to fuck her face. If you want to watch that, I'd suggest getting anything else out of your system while I eat Laura." Eve whispered in Christy's ear for a moment, and Christy grinned at her oldest sister, said, "I like how you think, sugar. We'll do that . . . where Mark can watch while he eats Laura." And they moved to a place a foot or so from Laura's head, where Eve lay down on her back, and Christy lowered her self over Eve's face, bending forward to push her face between Eve's legs and eat her sister, even as Eve went to town on Christy's pussy. So I watched my wife and the oldest of her younger sisters sixty-nine while I ate little Laura, loving the feel of Laura's bald, undeveloped pussy under my lips and tongue, the light, still-womanly taste of her pussy, the way she writhed and came for me as I ate her. I kept this up for a while, made Laura come several times, even as Christy and Eve did for each other, then lifted my face moved up and kissed Laura. "You haven't sucked my dick, sweetie," I said, loudly enough that I knew Christy and Eve would hear. "Do you want to do that?" Laura blushed, nodded, then blurted, "Will you fuck my mouth, sir?" "Are you sure you want that, Laura?" I asked. "Once I start, while I will stop, or even slow down, if you need me to, it won't be easy for me to do. And if I have to slow down or stop, I won't try it again." "I'm sure, sir," Laura said, looking down and still blushing. "I don't think I could take you doing it as hard as you did it to Eve, sir, but . . . maybe half that hard? Is that enough, sir?" "That's enough, little one," I said, then added, "And that's a good girl." "Thank you, sir!" Laura said as I stood up. She moved up on her knees, even as Christy and Eve came around to watch, sitting together a couple of feet away. Laura saw them watching, blushed more, but looked proud of herself, and said, "Should I put my arms behind my back, sir?" "Yes, girl," I said. "And . . . listen, if you take your arms out from behind your back lace them behind your neck, I will go no faster or harder than I'm going when you do that, and, after you're sure I'm aware, you can put your arms back behind your back. And if you put one hand on my leg, I'll slow a little, keep slowing until you take your hand away. If you put both hands on my legs, I'll stop fucking your mouth. All right?" "Yes, sir," Laura said, putting her arms behind her back and rising up a little on her knees to get her mouth at the right height for me. "Thank you for thinking of those things, sir." "You're welcome, girl," I said. "Are you ready?" "Yes, sir," Laura said, sounding very young, a little afraid -- but painfully eager. "Fuck my mouth, please, sir." I grabbed a handful of Laura's straight, strawberry-blond hair, stepped forward, and thrust into her little mouth. Laura immediately started sucking my cock as hard as Eve had, tonguing it more swiftly than her older sister, and her mouth started to fill with saliva as I thrust firmly into it. I kept steadily increasing the pace of my fucking, slowly, but steadily, and watching for sign's of discomfort from Laura. None seemed evident -- and in less than a minute, the little nine year-old cocksucker came, came hard, and shrieked around my dick. I kept thrusting, involuntarily moving both a good deal faster and a good deal harder in a single jump in my excitement at having such a young girl come so easily from me fucking her mouth. Laura made no protest, only sucked harder. By the time she finally moved her hands up and laced them behind her neck, signaling me that this was as hard and fast as she could comfortably take me fucking her sweet little mouth, Laura had come three times -- and I was fucking her mouth around three-quarters as fast as I'd fucked Eve's. Amazing! I kept it up for quite a while, having come five times already that morning, four with no significant break between them. After maybe ten minutes, and at least a dozen orgasms for Laura, as well as a few for her sisters as they sat watching and playing with each other's pussies, I finally felt myself begin to build up towards coming myself, and I involuntarily pumped a little faster and harder into Laura's mouth as I did so. The lovable little thing made no protest, only sucked me more ferociously, tongued me crazily, and came hugely herself just as I started shooting my own come into her wet, eager little mouth. I finished coming, and, like her sister before her, Laura continued to suck my cock until I pulled it out her mouth, tried to follow my dick and maintain the contact. Once I was out of her mouth, Laura opened her eyes, looked up at me, and said softly, "Thank you for fucking my mouth, sir." "You're welcome, honey," I said. "You're very welcome. You were a very good girl!" Laura smiled up at me, then let her arms fall from behind her back as Christy and Eve appeared on either side of her, started kissing her crazily and offering their nipples for sucking. Me, I just fell back in the chair I'd been in when this mini-orgy started, relaxed completely, and watched my wife and her two younger sisters make out passionately. I was done, for a while at least. "I think we should all shower and go inside," Christy said. "It's almost noon, I want to start lunch." We did that, helping each other get clean with some petting involved, but only a little. When we got back to the house, Christy ran upstairs to the playroom, checked on Dawn and Belinda, came back down and said, "They're fine -- watching "Toy Story" on the DVD player up there. Said to call them for lunch, so we can talk." Immediately, Eve spoke, and said what I'd been hoping to hear. "So, how would you two grown-ups feel about the lot of us trying to seduce Belinda?" Eve asked. "I *so* want to eat her little pussy -- and see her suck Mark's cock." "Oh, I'd be fine with that," Christy said, getting out a skillet and starting to brown some ground beef for sloppy-joes. "Mark, is that okay with you?" "Better than just okay," I said, looking at my wife, seeing that devil-in-my-blood look in her eyes, knowing what she wanted to do -- and giving her a tiny nod of approval, so small that only my wife could see it. "I want to do it, too." "Sweet!" Eve said, and Laura nodded frantic agreement. Eve continued, "I've loved eating pussy, and being eaten, since I was five, so I'm all for seducing Belinda." "Yeah?" Christy said, interested. "Who taught you at five?" "Missy Sanders," Eve said, blushing, but her nipples jumping to full hardness. "She was eleven, and babysitting me and Laura. Said her sister Jenny taught her when Missy was just five." "I can believe that," Christy said, laughing. "Since Jenny taught *me* when I was five!" Eve stared for a moment, then laughed herself. "Man, why did Missy have to be the youngest?" Laura said. "I coulda been eating pussy and being eaten a whole year longer!" This set the girls to laughing hard, and me to chuckling, but Christy ended it pretty quickly, shocking (and turning on hugely) her younger sisters with her next words. "Well, until we figure out how to seduce Belinda," Christy said, watching her sisters' faces with anticipation of the shock she knew she was about to cause, "do you think you might want to join me and Mark in having sex with Dawn? She wants you both, she told me so." Eve and Laura could only gape in open shock, their eyes going hungry at the thought of seeing my wife and I having sex with our five year-old daughter -- and in joining in.