Sexual orientation :
I wanted to modify the story slightly and thought that the existing thread would be a good place to do it
It's just punctuation and some clarification.
*This story is fictional, imaginary, in other words not true or based upon truth*
Young Little Girls (requested) [revised]
There were three of them. Each stood beside a strip of fence. A couple of them leaned against its support poles and pressed themselves suggestively backward, onto the cold metal surface. I thought I might burst as I watched them. None of the girls looked to be taller than me. One could see just barely over the fence, not enough to brag about though.
She saw where I was waiting and shrewdly looked in my direction with a grin. Her eyes pulled me closer. Miraculously, my dog led the way. I could have sworn she continued to keep track of my movements. Her tongue journeyed the circumference of her mouth and rested at the corners. I wanted to think she was salivating at the sight of me. It was my idle mind creating a scenario where there necessarily wasn't.
Did she call me over with merely a glance? Was it my overactive imagination? Is it possible that with my better sense my sanity also fled in a hurry to escape the fiery inferno of my mind, smoldering in an untold objective of self destruction?
She squatted down behind the fence. Her frilly white and purple flowered red sun-dress lifted instantly. I saw her wide legged stance.
She beckoned. Stupidly, my dog followed the cute immature sound of her voice. The title of man's best friend apparently was given too freely in his case. I watched him trot happily toward the gap in the fence where I'd assumed these girls entered through.
"There's a nice boy! Yes you are. You're so cute."
A smile broke across her lips. I tried to avert my eyes, her panty clad crotch was blatantly obvious. Underneath the warm summer sun it seemed to be encouraged to show itself hindered or not by its cotton obstruction. I was merely curious. I hadn't seen a pussy as small and pretty as hers since I was her size, though I barely discerned its shape through the sheer fabric. Pouted little lips surrounded her hole and puckered with anticipation for a cock that one day would pry them apart, sink itself deep within her most prized possession and take her.
She glanced up at me innocently and asked me something. I didn't hear it the first time because admittedly my eyes were peering down the top of her dress and at the juncture of her creamy thighs.
"Mister? Is this your dog?"
"Yes. It is."
"What's her name?"
"Sasha. She's a Siberian husky. And do you know what?"
I said, crouching like she was where the two ends of the fence separated. My dog was between us, closer to her by about an arm's length.
"She has a sister just like you do."
The girl grinned and petted Sasha with a renewed vigor.
"What is her name?"
"Is she a Husky too?"
"Yep. Except she is a little lighter than Sasha."
"Wow! She sounds beautiful."
Her hands ran down Sasha's lush coat and with that, she fell onto her side.
"My name's Alexandria but you can call me Aly. Those are my daughters Emily and Madeline."
"You're a mother?"
"What? Isn't it obvious?"
"No. I thought. I-I."
"Oh, I know what you were thinking. I had them when I was younger and here we are. I didn't have a childhood because of them but I wouldn't change any of it."
"They're twins, aren't they?"
"Mm-hmm. My mom says they look just like I did at that age except their hair is more blond than mine as you can see."
She stood when I did and I immediately saw the height disparity. I doubted she was more than five foot three but her womanly curves introduced themselves to my sights.
"You are a beauty. I don't often say that but in your case, I honestly assumed you were underage."
"I've never consumed alcohol, smoked a cigarette or did any drugs. It is the ethics I live by to raise my little ones the right way. Without their father in the picture, someone has to set a good example."
"That's true. My girls are at home while ol' dad takes the dog outside. You know how it is. They want something and when it comes time to care for it, no one wants to."
"So their mother is keeping an eye on them right now?"
She cocked her head to the side as I gazed into her dark brown eyes, her own were squinted slightly to hold my attention.
"No. My oldest is holding down the fort. She's been the mom of our house and I am so grateful. I'm on dog duty, she is helping out with dinner and tonight might be another call to the local pizzeria."
"I can cook. It is something I learned out of necessity, especially when there are mouths to feed."
"Do you want to stop by? I live across the road. Sasha's done her business so we're on our way back now."
She smiled as I waited her a reply.
"I'd love to, if only to have our girls get better acquainted."
Aly followed me down the sidewalk. Her daughters walked a couple strides ahead as I felt the warmth of her hand in mine. It was a feeling I hadn't known, just the same I could get used to it. She gripped me tighter when I let Sasha loose in our front yard, Misha is very friendly and jumped up to greet Aly. I ordered her to sit and stood between them.
"Go inside, girl. Wait for dad in the living room."
She bowed her head a little and did as I asked.
"Are you alright Aly?"
"I'm not used to dogs. She surprised me is all, I don't know how to act or treat them."
"If you want, I'll show you."
"I'd like that. They don't bite do they?"
"Never. I trained them myself and I have girls who like to play around them sometimes. So they are used to being in the presence of people."
She walked in and I sat at the table with her.
"Girls. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, her name is Aly. Say hi."
They said in unison.
Aly looked around at each of them and introduced her own.
"These are my girls, Emily and Madeline."
"And these are mine, Veronica, Mackenzie and Charlotte. Oldest to youngest."
Immediately, the five of them disappeared into another room to play. A series of squeals and screams filled the hallways all the way upstairs.
"If you don't mind helping me, we need to set the table. Usually my girls will have this ready and I'll reprimand them later."
"Sure. Show me what to do and I'll do it."
I reached into a cupboard and took down a few dinner plates. Aly walked in front of me, her brown hair brushed across my face as she stretched for the middle shelf. I hugged her and gently gave her a boost from behind. She gasped cutely, set the glasses down and covered my hands with her own as I embraced her chest. Through the dress she wore, I discerned the rounded bulge of her boobs. My fingers curled around each, given the looseness of her attire I held onto them protectively.
"It's been so long."
I heard her breathing nervously. Her hips were pushed into mine and I discerned the scent of her skin. Between that and her sudden submissive nature, I was smitten. I turned Aly to face me and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted one leg onto my hip and I understood what it was she wanted. I placed both hands beneath her ass. Her legs gripped me and I held her against the growing mound of my shorts.
"Can I please be inside of you? Please?"
She blew on my neck and sucked its skin, her ass rolled back to front stroking the tip of my prick through what tiny amount of fabric separated us. I was at wits end and moved aside the strip covering her pussy, undid my button fly and guided myself inside while holding her in my arms. I saw the tension in her expression as I inched forward, her quivering opening fit over me like a glove. Her pink slit rested around the root of my cock and I didn't dare shift my position. I was sure I'd lose control and release everything I had.
Aly finally opened her eyes. Neither of us took a breath. For a moment, time stood still. I didn't dare thrust an iota.
"Come if you want. I feel you trembling honey, I'm right there too."
I kissed her again, our saliva delved to and fro, mixing, swirling with our tongues in a deadly ritual. My hips moved in a circular rhythm. My mind went on vacation I guess. She was what I needed at the moment and tightened as the first spurts of seed hit her inner walls. I knew she was coming because her wetness dribbled out and my balls were coated in slickness. Aly hugged me and begged me not to pull out. That was the last thing I thought of while my cock spasmed.
Her firm ass settled comfortably on me. We collapsed onto a chair and she yelped as I held her in my lap.
"Won't the girls be coming back down soon?"
"They wait until I call them. It is a part of our routine. And I'll bet anything that my oldest is listening through the vents to see whether I made love to you."
I whispered the last part, heard a giggle and a hushed couple of voices quietly squabble nearby.
"I think they want their dad to be happy."
She kissed me and became limp. I carefully unbuttoned the top of her dress. Aly whimpered as my mouth found her nipples. I handled them and tasted their tiny aureoles. I relinquished my grasp of them and waited for our eyes to meet.
"Maybe we should start dinner."
She pouted and kissed me softly.
"I don't think I can stand yet."
I set her on another chair and slowly withdrew my prick. She saw it in front of her for the first time smeared in cum and her juices. I lingered for a moment, turned and started our meal. While I did, her warm lips cleaned me off.
"You don't have to do that. I'll get a..."
And that was as far as my sentence went. She was down there for no longer than a minute and I already felt like shooting another full load.
Aly stood, offered herself to me and took the wooden spoon away. I tended to her, she assumed the cooking duties.
This went on for sometime. My head was nestled between her legs comfortably and I didn't want to come up for air. She tasted as ripe and succulent as a peach. I was in heaven.
We served dinner an hour or so later. Aly got decent, sat properly and helped to put myself away before the girls happened upon anything I'd rather not show them.
Apparently it occurred to my oldest what we'd done but she didn't let on about it until everyone left except for her, myself and Aly. She and Veronica were at the kitchen table when I took the last of our dishes away. I overheard them talking and listened in.
"Are you gonna stay with our daddy?"
"I don't know. I think he's a very good guy, seems to have raised the three of you up right. I don't know if he feels the same way about me."
"Trust me, he does."
"How do you know?"
"There is this habit he has. When he really likes a girl I've seen him get kind of nervous showing her off to us."
"And he did that when he introduced me?"
"Yes. That's why I had the girls go upstairs. I knew what he wanted to do, there aren't too many secrets in this house. We are close."
"Ask him if you don't believe me. He's right around the corner."
With that, I came back around the bend, blushing.
"You know me too well, buttercup. Now get upstairs. I still have a punishment to dole out so get yourselves ready."
She left the room and Aly turned to me.
"Is it true?"
"What my daughter told you?"
"It is a hundred percent true."
"You more than like me?"
She fluttered her eyelashes teasingly as she spoke.
"I haven't felt like this since their mother was around. It must be l...."
"I know. It's hard to say that word. But I feel it too."
"Very much so."
"Is there a chance you'll move in with my family? We have several rooms upstairs and a couple down here that have been empty for years."
"My rent's been overdue for a couple months. My job fired me. My landlord doesn't understand how bad the job market is right now."
"Don't worry about any of it. I'll get your rent settled, help you move your things out, anything within reason. Just ask me."
"You're sweet. But I can't take a handout."
"You can work for it."
"Does it involve riding your cock?"
"It's settled. When can you help me move in?"
"Today is open. I have to tend to the girls punishment, then I'll get your things. Do you want to wait down here or see what I'm going to do?"
"I'll wait here. See if my girls will come down though."
Chapter Two of Young Little Girls; The Punishment
I sent Aly's two to her and grabbed a wooden spoon from a rack above their door frame. My girls were waiting in the position.
Mackenzie cried when I rubbed the utensil over her bare cheeks.
"You do know why you're being punished, right girls?"
The spoon caressed Veronica's ass and she got nervous.
"Yes, daddy. We didn't set the table like you told us."
They said in unison.
"And you recall the punishment, right girls?"
"Ten swats each."
Charlotte answered. Her blondish auburn hair swayed as she shifted, bent forward and over as she knelt like the others were on the edge of the bed, awaiting their spankings.
"You remembered that little clause too. You will receive two hits. Your sisters will each receive four extra because neither of them answered my question. Good job baby."
I cupped her ass and rubbed it soothingly, then fingered her creamy wet pussy for a moment while I waited. She was begging me to fuck her quietly to herself and believe me I wanted to.
"Are you ready honey?"
She nodded and braced herself. The first hit slapped her right cheek and the second, her left. I comforted her since I'd made her cry from those couple efforts.
"Aww." I whispered. "Daddy's gonna see you when I'm done with your sisters. Wait in the bathroom for me."
She kept her long black tee on and scampered past me. I teased Mackenzie relentlessly. Every time I moved to spank her, I saw her wince. This went on a few minutes and I loved getting her tensed up.
"I bet your pussy is all nervous too, isn't it? You aren't sure if I'm going to put my cock inside again, huh?"
"You always cum for me. When we get together, I make sure you get off several times before I do. I let you release your tension and still I hear you telling me not to come inside. Your pussy is mine to come in. Mine to use. Mine to pleasure. And mine to make pregnant. Do you know why?"
"Because I'm daddy's favorite girl?"
Her straight blond hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders and covered her face. I undid my fly and eased myself inside of her dripping pussy. She whimpered as I slowly fucked her. My balls slapped her clit tenderly, full from longing and lusting after my own daughter's cunt. Mackenzie counted the strokes. She always did and knew when I'd come.
I laid on the bed and pulled her on top of me.
"Fuck daddy. Come on sweetheart, I won't spank you this time. Veronica will be more than happy to take on another 14 swats for you."
Mackenzie gloated until she fell onto my prick and I forced her to press her bare chest to mine as my meat slid in and out of her.
"Are you coming already? Aww, come for daddy. You're getting so wet. There it is, it's all over my cock."
She hid her face on my chest and tried to pull my hands away from her ass when I held onto it.
"I want to go up your ass baby. Doesn't daddy always go easy up your sensitive little anus?"
"I want your tiny hole to have my cock in it. I love how your feel so much."
"Please? Please don't."
I held her cheeks apart with two fingers, exposing her to the tip of my curious prick. I slid beyond her ring quickly with some of her copious juices rubbed along the crack of her ass and inside of her hole. She cried and every inch I drove deeper, Mackenzie wanted me to stop. I gave her the entire thing until my balls were on her tailbone and she was too preoccupied to refuse me. I made love to her, worked her clit with my thumb and screwed her on Veronica's bed.
"You've always been a squirter baby. Please come for daddy! I want to know you're enjoying our fucking."
She shook her head in denial. It was always so powerful, such a wet messy experience that left her too exhausted for anything but sleep. The head of my cock searched and probed ceaselessly, tirelessly. I was nowhere close to coming and she knew it. I withdrew, her asshole clenched repeatedly. A fountain gushed out of my daughter's hole and flooded the sheets beneath us, my thighs and her entire lower body.
"Ohhhh. Ohhh god!"
She chanted. Her eyes were shut tight, I didn't dare bother her until well after she came off the endorphin rush. Veronica's flawless. firm and round bottom was all I could think of. I picked up the spoon and rubbed her sloppily wet pussy with it.
"You were watching us again, weren't you?"
She nodded briefly and bit her lower lip.
"Don't think I'm going to treat you after I overheard you gossiping about me."
"It helped you, dad."
"Guess who gets to decide what benefits me or not? It's not you."
She whimpered in frustration.
"I'm doubling your swats. Fourteen become twenty eight. See how that works?"
That ass of yours won't be able to sit."
She squirmed as I ran my hand down the crack of her ass and avoided her pussy.
I swatted her hard ten times on each cheek and switched between them every second, third, fourth, seventh, tenth, thirteenth, sixteenth, and twentieth spank.
She was sobbing uncontrollably by that time. I set the spoon down above the door frame and returned to my place behind her. Both Mackenzie and Charlotte had left the room.
I had her sit up and asked her to lay over my lap. She complied, still teary eyed as I rubbed her vulnerable bare pussy.
"I feel bad about giving you the brunt of it all. You didn't follow the rules and have to learn thee values upheld in this house."
"So, what are you going to do with me now daddy?"
"There's a choice. I can dole out the eight swats, or grab some icy hot and some lotion then spend a few long moments rubbing it on you."
"I like the second option with the lotion, please."
"Would you mind getting it out of the bottom shelf?"
She bent completely over and let my eyes rest upon the welts. I felt loads of remorse but again I justified my actions. It might not be right but it gave me the results I sought. Veronica got on all fours and lifted her hips high. I spent the better part of an hour soothing her reddened cheeks, rubbing on the icy hot then the lotion, with gloves on.
Charlotte followed me downstairs once I tucked the other two girls into bed.
"What about me daddy?"
We have to help our new friend Aly move in. After that, I want you to come and sleep in bed with us. I don't want your sisters getting you back during the night.
Chapter Three of Young Little Girls; Moving Day
In the meantime, she took an outfit from her bedroom and carried it down when the two of us met Aly in the kitchen.
"What happened? We heard screaming."
"I disciplined my children. They weren't behaving as I've showed them and it is a father's right to keep his young little girls in line."
"Then why is she here?"
"Charlotte is my youngest. I am keeping her with me so there isn't any retribution for having all but negated her share of the punishment."
"I understand. I was my dad's favorite too, that was until I upset him."
"I had no idea you-"
"Yes. My petite figure got him off many times. He dreamed that one day him and I would run away and get married. It's silly, I know. But another man came between us."
"This other man, was he a friend of the family?"
"No. It was a boy I dated in high school. He always kept himself in the mix and offered me the emotional stability I so craved. The day after my dad and I got into a fight, he picked me up from school. We spent the entire night making love all over his house. I had no clue he'd film us together. My dad got angry and found this guy, beat him to death and left him in a ditch. I never confessed to my dad what happened between us. Our video is at my house, in a box in our attic. That is why their father isn't around."
She gestured briefly, looked in the direction of her demure girls and kept my gaze.
"And your father?"
"He died soon after I found out I was pregnant. I knew he suspected, but not once did he ask about it."
"I'd like to know if a guy got one of my girls knocked up. I wouldn't hate them for it because it isn't entirely their fault. My girls are everything to me, I live for them and without hesitation I'd die to maintain their safety. Just because their little tummies are showing, I'd hope to still be a part of their lives."
"That's sweet Bryan."
"Knowing me, I'd be the one to knock one of them up."
"It's every father's right to do so."
"Not everybody thinks like that, Aly."
"And I'm glad you do. But we should get going, the night is wasting."
Aly followed Charlotte and I to the car, got in the passenger's side while our girls took the backseat. We drove about ten minutes down the road to a sprawling mansion.
"Is this your place?"
"No. It's the duplex across the way."
"Should we park in the driveway then?"
The five of us exited the vehicle. Aly went ahead to open the front door. Her girls rushed to their room upstairs, Charlotte stayed with us and awaited my instructions.
"Go up with them if you'd like. I'm sure they want a little help loading their things into our vehicle."
Aly smiled as my daughter ascended the stairs.
"She is beautiful."
"Thanks. I won't argue with you there. She reminds me of my ex sometimes."
"You must miss her."
"Charlotte's only upstairs."
"No, I mean your ex. From the way you talk about her, I bet she's on your mind constantly."
"Yes. I can't help it. She was gone before the start of our life together. Once my youngest was born, she already had health problems and the doctors advised her against carrying to full term. That it would be the death of her. She was against having an abortion and I wouldn't dream of ever suggesting such a thing. But I lost their mother. It hurts."
I wanted to cry but the tears had long dried up. I'd spent years feeling sorry for myself and now there was no sense in dredging up the memories of something I couldn't change.
"So you can relate to my situation?"
She pulled me close as we stood inside the doorway, not moving or speaking for as long as we could stand it. Charlotte came downstairs with a box in her arms, brought it to the doorway and was followed by both Emily and Madeline. Soon a stack of boxes were waiting there. We'd loaded what we could of it inside of the car, took trips back and forth, and unloaded the vehicle at my house. The girls remained at Aly's place to pack what they could into more boxes and Rubbermaid totes.
Eventually it came down to Aly's room.
She stopped me at the door. As we entered, the scent of her sex permeated the air above us. I knew many a night she must have lusted for someone or something to relieve her, much like I had. Though at the back of my mind, I believed I was imagining the aroma of her pussy. Aly pushed herself back into me and put my hands around her.
"Do you want to defile me? Fuck me good and raw, right here where our girls might find us?"
"You don't need to answer. I feel him pressing against my ass and want to show him a good place to hide."
She reached between her legs and unzipped my fly. Her hand felt cool around me as it pumped the shaft.
"Try and tell me you don't want to fuck. Your cock is drooling. My pussy is dripping wet for you baby. Just move aside my panties and shove it in."
I touched the front of them and moved the strip of cotton over enough to expose her goodies. She held her breath as the tip of my prick grazed her pussy. I pushed forward. The heat of her loins enveloped me and wrapped like a glove around the middle of my prick.
"Am I too big for you, Aly?"
"You are. You're stretching me!"
"Remember which one of us initiated this and think better of it next time."
"Oww! Please pull out!"
"Nope. Your pussy is mine right now and I'll go as deep as your tiny hole will fit."
She whimpered like a little girl, her hands clenched around my torso and tried uselessly to separate us. Aly was crying and kept whispering for me to stop as I took her down onto the floor beside the bed.
"Bend over the edge of the bed and don't move unless I tell you."
"Do as your daddy says."
She giggled immaturely under her breath and went limp when I held her arms down above her head. The playfulness ceased as I fucked her and my length stroked deeply inside.
"I want you to beg for daddy's come."
She tensed up as I rammed my prick roughly in and out of her, withdrew all of it and gave her everything I could when I inched entirely forward.
"Please, shoot in me daddy!"
I blew my load. Her cute ass moved in small circles and trembled. Aly was insatiable and tried to reach between her legs.
"Why are you squirming? Huh? Tell daddy what you need."
"My pussy needs to come too!"
"Aww. I have just the thing for you."
I pulled out and lifted her knees onto the bed. Obediently, she bent over and my tongue went to work on her cummy cunny hole.
"Daddy! Keep tickling my clit! God! Yes!"
She pushed herself back and I nibbled her folds, using two fingers to probe her hole. Aly's moans and trembling got me hard again. I couldn't resist the urge to fuck her and stood while I rubbed myself between her lips. She got silent. My head eased inside and instantly met her slickness.
"Touch yourself. I want you to cum on your daddy's cock."
Her hands worked as I screwed her into submission, the ends of her dress now slid higher up and exposed her ass, lower back and tummy.
"I love seeing your little hole, baby. Come for me!"
She gasped repeatedly as I drove myself inside. I didn't realize how close I was and shoved hard into her, my cream poured out in strong spurts which quickly became empty rounds.
Aly reached her peak too and laid out. The stirrings of her pussy kept my exhausted prick hard, though I withdrew in the hopes of becoming soft enough to get dressed again. I rolled her over and straddled her hips with my own, kissing her tenderly as she stirred under my weight.
Charlotte peeked in the door and smiled sweetly.
"Are you done packing yet?"
"We could use a little help if you're willing."
She entered the room and closed the door.
"Nothing's packed, except for Aly."
She laughed and fell into my arms as I stood to chase her.
"You're a funny one."
I pulled her against me and reached my hands down the back of her jeans.
Charlotte winced as a finger crept inside of her.
"Do you want to fuck me later on?"
She bit her lip and looked up at me sadly.
"Remind me later. I'll have recovered by then."
My daughter didn't dare move away until I'd released my grip on her ass.
"Can you help us get this room packed up?"
"Sure. Anything for you daddy."
Aly stood from her position on the bed and moved to assist my daughter. We worked as a team, throwing as many items into each box as would fit. I folded the panels so they would remain closed and didn't require tape to seal.
"Start bringing some of these downstairs. Aly and I will continue making new boxes until everything has been collected."
Charlotte took down a box with Emily and Madeline. The two of us discovered a stockpile of sex toys in the back of her closet and I noticed the first blush flash across her cheeks.
"I'd like to see you use a few of these someday. It's a beautiful thing when a woman masturbates."
"I'll keep that in mind."
She grinned and pressed her ass into my cock as she loaded many of the toys into a box with clothes in it. Aly grabbed her lingerie off the hangers and threw those on top, then folded in the flaps. The rest of her things were packed. We brought those boxes to the car and took one last stroll through the house for anything we might have forgotten. Every cupboard was bare, as were the closets, shelves, rooms, and the attic. Those items were thrown in a box with her lingerie since it consisted of a fireproof safe which contained her 'video' on VHS.
We said goodbye to the duplex and took the drive back to my place where hopefully she'd stay indefinitely.
Chapter Four of Young Little Girls; A New Place Called Home
Emily, Madeline, Aly and Charlotte helped me unload the car and all of its boxes. Aly took her daughters to a spare room on the side of mine where they would sleep.
At around three in the morning, neither I nor Charlotte were ready for bed. I brought her to the kitchen and she put on a pot for tea.
"Things are going to be different, baby."
"What do you mean?"
She stirred uncomfortably in her chair and gazed across the table at me.
"With Aly and her girls around, you and I have to be more careful. Our little love-ins need to happen on the sly. Even more than they used to before."
She giggled and took my hands gently in her own.
"That's okay with me. Let's rent a room so we can have our own time together."
I studied her eyes, the expression on her face and touched her lips lightly with my thumb.
"After we get some rest or before?"
Charlotte wrapped her feet around one of mine.
"My panties are sopping wet. I've been waiting all night for you, but if you want me to I'll hold out a while longer. I will."
I rose and poured water for us. Both cups were empty before I answered her. The trouble was in pondering my options.
"I don't want you to wait a minute more. Come on. We'll go to bed."
She followed me and closed the door behind us.
Upstairs, Veronica and Mackenzie sat up in bed. They weren't happy to have been punished. Neither teen wanted to deal with the consequences of insubordination in their father's house.
"You're lucky. All dad did was fuck you. I got swatted with the spoon."
Mackenzie sighed, confused by her sister's thinly veiled anger.
"Only fucked? Dad's probably got the hugest cock I've ever had and it hurts when he goes deep. I'd take the beating over sex anytime."
"You're a fool."
"I hate it when he forces me to come. It is almost painful when he coaxes it out of me and I can't refuse the stroking of his thick dick. Then he screwed my ass. You've got some nerve thinking I got off easily. The little brat got two swats and is being treated like a queen."
Veronica sat up in bed. The stinging of her cheeks was uncomfortable though she had a point to make.
"We should figure out a way to repay our little sister. Maybe one of the footballers would like a piece of her. I need to call Shaun."
"Mackenzie's blond head peeked out from beneath the covers, her nudity obscured for merely a moment.
"We can't involve other people 'cause then more of them know what we're up to. If one of them tells on us, we'll be done for."
Her sister winked and leaned against the wall behind her bed.
"You're right, there. Dad can't know what we're planning. I'm sure he suspects us since Charlotte got off without half of what we got."
"Let's sleep on it. I'm sure something will make sense in the morning."
Chapter Five Young Little Girls; Breakfast
The next morning, Aly was awake bright and early. I smelled bacon cooking and eggs frying. I was sure it was a dream I dreamt and didn't yet wake from. She snuck into my room, crawled beneath the covers and cuddled against me.
"Your breakfast is ready when you want it."
I tiredly questioned.
Aly grinned. Her eyes burned with a clear greenish hue.
"I'm used to breakfasts starting late on the weekends."
I said and kissed her. Charlotte was out like a light.
"I will remember that next weekend. My girls were hungry so I took the initiative since you weren't up and your girls are all sound asleep."
"That was thoughtful of you."
She may have woken up early but her hair was mussed. I wanted to fuck her again and again. And again. At least in my mind. My body however wouldn't tolerate multiple expulsions without first killing me.
"Can you run the shower for me? I'll jump in and wake Charlotte up when I'm finished. If you want to join me I could use an extra set of hands in there."
I felt her pussy dripping on my semi-erect cock and hugged her tight. She held onto me as I walked naked with her to the bathroom adjacent to my bed. Her ankles clung to my back and I heard her gasp. My hands were holding her round little ass, I was getting harder and she had given up trying to avoid my prick's entry. I slipped inside until we were inseparable.
She bit her lower lip and begged me to go slow. I was still too big for her. I stepped into the water's spray, it cascaded down her bare back and the brownish locks that covered part of it. I made love to her there. We sat on an inlaid bench so she could guide the depth of my probing.
I heard her breathy moans and rested my hands on her thighs. Aly closed her eyes. Half of my cock gently glided inside, the remainder was teased every now and again with the edges of her labia as they struggled to take more and more shaft between them. I couldn't help myself. I don't know if it had to do with her moans or my total desire for elation but I started firing off my load. She cried out and sank the rest of the way down my shaft. Her ass quivered nervously with every spurt of my creamy warmth. A dense accumulation all her own bathed me. I pulled Aly to my chest and let her ease off my cock. She showed me her pussy. I fingered her pink hole, inside her walls were clenching at the newly vacant space. I licked clean her filmy cum from my fingers and went back for another helping. Some of my own slightly bitter milky gruel was mixed in. I shared it with her. Aly daintily nursed on my fingers and eventually managed to stand.
We washed up and got dressed. I woke Charlotte. The three of us enjoyed some breakfast while my two oldest daughters slept the morning away.
Chapter Six Young Little Girls; The Mall, A Plan in Action
When they decided to get their sleepyheads out of bed, I left them a note.
Be back in a little while. Gone to the mall.
There is food in the fridge.
Love you, Dad
"When they return, I want to try and get Charlotte alone. The only thing I need you to help me with is providing a distraction."
Mackenzie nodded and began to reply but was interrupted by her sister.
"Even better. If we could think of a valid reason to do something together, the three of us like it used to be. Hmmm."
She went to sit on a chair in the kitchen and remembered her sore ass.
"What if we. No. It would never work."
"No, come on. Out with it."
"Just trust me, okay? It will work if you trust me."
Veronica huffed and relented.
"I'll trust you."
They changed into swimsuits and made use of our pool. That's what it is there for, right? Mackenzie had been an athlete a good deal of her childhood and well into her teens. She competed in swim meets, ran track and played lacrosse. Though looking at her one wouldn't think she played. Other than her slim body, of course. Veronica was the complete opposite. While also an athlete, in the past few years sports took a backseat to her taking it in the backseat. Yeah, simply put she liked having sex. I didn't let her out of the house and kept her curfew early every night so the sex was with me, her dear old dad.
At the mall, Aly led the girls through one of the clothing boutiques. I followed along for titillation purposes. She convinced the girls to do a sort of fashion show. One by one, Aly handed them an outfit and it was their job to put it on. I heard a disagreement happening between Emily and her mom.
"It's too short!"
"I've seen what you girls wear to school."
"That's not the point."
"It IS the point. Come out and show us what you look like."
She whined and the door opened suddenly. For a while I gazed at her slack-jawed. She blushed like I'd never seen especially when I walked up to where she was standing with her hands crossed in front of her lap.
"Put your hands at your sides. I want to see how you look in that."
Emily hesitated. Her embarrassment heightened as she stood impatiently, the frill of her skirt barely covered her ass let alone the front triangle of her black thong. In the air-conditioned climate, her nipples were like diamond tips beneath her matching sky blue cotton bikini top.
"Good girl. Now turn around, I want to see how that fits you."
She gave me a quick twirl and I stopped her.
"No. Slower. Much slower. Or I could have you walk through the store wearing that."
She whined again in defeat and faced me, then carefully turned with her arms positioned slightly away from her body until she came to face me. I let her go change.
Next, Madeline came out of her cubicle without any hesitation. Her mom chose a button-up black shirt and a pair of pink short-shorts. I took in the sight of her. She was a sight to see. She reminded me a lot of her mother. The same petite stature, her hair obviously was much blonder but it resembled the same thick texture and came to the tops of her shoulders in slight curls. While she was reluctant to show off, she didn't possess the same shyness when I asked her to turn. I looked her over momentarily and let her return to where she'd been to change.
My daughter didn't want to come out. I went into the area where she'd gone and knocked on the door lightly.
"What's wrong baby?"
"I can't come out of here wearing this."
"Why? Is it-"
"We've had sex so I don't see why it's a problem honey."
I whispered and pushed the door open so I could peek in.
"She will see me in it."
"Oh. I get you. Well can I see it on you?"
I asked and felt her step from behind the door. I walked in, she shut the lightweight barricade.
It was little more than a miniskirt made of sheer white lace. She didn't have anything on beneath it and Charlotte showed me as much when she bent down to pick up what she'd been wearing from the floor. I got a good view of both of her holes and couldn't avert my eyes.
"We need to get somewhere secluded before I do something that will ruin that outfit of yours."
"Oh? You want to ruin this?"
She giggled but kept her tone serious.
"Well, I can't think of what would possibly...ruin this outfit."
I grabbed her ass and pulled her hips into mine.
"I have a very good idea of what I want. If you want to give it to me willingly, or not, it doesn't matter."
She shuddered and felt me fingering her asshole. Charlotte worked at loosening my belt to the point where I could slip out of my shorts. I led her to the floor and placed her knees close together. As I kissed the backs of her thighs, my daughter squirmed. She's extremely ticklish there and hated how I spent the most time behind her knees and on the insides of her thighs.
I ran my tongue over her puckered brown bud and immediately heard her shriek. Again, I pressed the tip of my pink phallus up her ass. Saliva dripped profusely into her. She whimpered aloud when my cock eased deeply in her cunt, fucked her good and hard for a minute, then withdrew. My head dropped lower to her ass and lapped at her squinting hole. Charlotte tensed, reached back and felt my cock easing inside of her ass.
The wettest sloshing noise met our ears as I buried myself halfway. She took me further and waited for me to fill her balls deep. I slowly thrusted, my balls teased her vulnerable clit relentlessly. My pace increased and I knew the seed was rising out of my prick. My daughter tried to scream as a jet of cum spattered her sphincter. I withdrew, fired off a few thick ropes across the fabric covering her back and wiped clean on the lacy abrasiveness.
Charlotte turned around and knelt in front of me. Her hungry mouth cleaned my prick, sucked it clean and offered it a place to rest inside of her cunt.
"We should go. Aly's girls are buying their outfits and we're buying this one."
She helped me get dressed and peeled off her makeshift stocking skirt. I nearly drilled her again with the door to our room open. I sure was hard enough for it. Once she got dressed, I paid for the girls things and left to return to our car with them. Aly surrendered the front seat to Charlotte and spent the entire ride back making sure her girls would wear those clothes sometime during one of our barbeques in the next couple weeks. They agreed, Eventually.
Chapter Seven Young Little Girls; Home is Where The Hearth Is
Upon returning home, Mackenzie grabbed me abruptly. I assumed it was for a good reason so I didn't say anything.
"I had to tie Veronica up while you were gone. She's in the den over your work bench. She wanted to get some sort of revenge on Charlotte for not getting her beating. I convinced her that I had a plan and it involved her being tied up. Maybe you'll be able to take things from here?"
I thanked my daughter for confiding this to me.
"You get a free pass next time something happens. Okay?"
She nodded and went inside ahead of us.
"Charlotte, baby? Go to my room and shut the door. I'll be there in an hour or so."
My youngest went where I told her and locked the door. I headed downstairs to the den. Veronica was mouthing off. She swore that she'd find Charlotte and didn't stop when I knelt beside her immobilized body. I intertwined her hair and my fingers, twisted and tugged her head back. She screamed and finally shut up.
"You are going to do what to Charlotte? Tell me again."
She shook her head and attempted to deny she had said anything.
"I heard something and my daughter's name was mentioned. I'd love to hear it."
Again, she refused to speak. I untied her and ordered her to stand.
"On your feet."
She got up and swore at me under her breath. I slapped her cheek hard and made her look right at me.
"If you want to call me a name, say it loud because you're getting another beating."
I caught her as she darted for the stairs. She twisted around and ended up on her back at the foot of the stairs with all of her clothes off.
"Now, you were at the part where my youngest is going to feel the wrath of you? Are we about right on that?"
She wouldn't answer me. I slapped her bare ass and asked her again.
"Are we right on that?"
Veronica shook her head in denial.
"Will you ever learn that there is a price to pay for your disobedience? Right, I don't expect an answer to that one. I want you to apologize. And I want to know that you mean it because your punishment depends on it. Help me believe that you're actually sorry. Say nothing and I'll start the caning. I don't think the spoon works on you anymore."
"I'm sorry, daddy."
"That's a good place to start. Now, tell me why you're sorry."
"I'm sorry because I've been a bad girl. Not only to you but to my sisters also. I felt like I was getting an unfair share of the punishment and that is why I acted up. I didn't mean to be such a bitch, daddy. I swear."
"You are certainly off to a good start. Now, beg me not to punish you and there's a possibility that if you do it well I won't have to leave your blemish free skin with welts."
"Please? Please daddy don't hit me."
She dropped to her knees.
"I promise I'll be good from now on. I'd be lying if I said completely, but better than I've been lately. Please? Daddy?"
I let the woven bamboo rod tap my hand and stared at Veronica as tears flowed heavily down her cheeks.
"I think you're faking it. Start counting off each hit."
She shrieked and pleaded with me.
"Pleeeease? I'll do anything. Don't hit me with the bamboo. The marks you left on my butt are just beginning to fade. Please daddy?"
I brushed the hair from her eyes and held her face in my hands.
"Flush all of your contraceptives tonight."
Her eyes went wide.
I stressed the importance of my statement by repeating it.
"Flush all of your contraceptives tonight. Don't do it behind my back, let me see all of them first. We're gonna make a baby together, sweetheart."
She didn't dare speak against my orders. Her head hung shamefully.
"Yes. You and I. Like I've wanted to do since forever."
I motioned for her to stand.
"Right now. You're gonna bring these clothes upstairs with me to your room. Together we are finding all of your contraception. I mean unless you'd like the alternative, it can still be arranged."
I allowed the bamboo to graze the skin of her ass. She swore and humped the air to escape its touch.
She gave in and bent over to collect all of her clothes. Mackenzie passed us in the hallway en route to her bedroom. Veronica gave her sister a dirty look and I whacked her thigh. The pinch of pain made her apologize. She dropped her things at the foot of her bed. Little by little, she discovered stashes of pills and other kinds of birth control remedies. Even condoms. I scooped them up and placed every piece in a bag.
"I hope this is it. Because you'll get the beating and I'll still make a baby with you on top of it."
"That's all I have, dad."
I patted her ass and tied the bag doubly.
"Good. So, tonight our sleeping arrangements will be modified. You are with me in my bed and Charlotte can return to her room if she wishes. You no longer have your own room, actually. Not until you've given me a child. Then it will eventually become his or her place to sleep and you'll be daddy's cum catcher indefinitely."
She backed toward the bed reluctantly and tried to find an escape route. There wasn't one. Veronica fell backward onto her bed and invited me between her thighs with disdain and suppressed ardor.
Without cruelty there is no festival.