The Cordial Knot Collection

Cherrywood: Moving In

by Dan


CHAPTER 1: FINDING A HOME

It was early evening in the town of Cherrywood, outside the house I was thinking seriously of buying, when I first thought something might be wrong. The realtor was going on about the neighborhood and I was paying close attention to her. It wasn't so much that she was interesting. It was more because her professional suit was short in the skirt and low in the top. So I was looking at her more carefully than the house. In my defense, it had been six months since the divorce, and nearly a year without sex. The realtor continued to extoll the virtues of the house, her breasts bouncing slightly with her feigned excitement. I never would've remembered her name if not for the nametag reading "Sue Mackenzie" bouncing along beside them. I enjoyed the view a little longer, they were at least C cups, lightly-tanned and well-displayed, before I asked my question. "Sue, thanks for the tour, but how is this place for kids?"

Her breath seemed to catch before she answered. "It's a great place for kids, such a nice place to raise a family." It was the sort of thing you'd hear in any small neighborhood like this one. What realtor was going to say that this idyllic little suburban street of small houses and big yards wasn't perfect for a family? It was the way she said it. Her perky saleswoman voice was gone, and this low, breathy voice belonged in the bedroom.

It surprised me so much I finally glanced away from her breasts. She was smiling, but her eyes seemed glassy and distant. Her blonde hair and blank expression reminded me of a Barbie doll. "Sorry, I didn't hear you," I lied, wondering if I was just imagining it.

She inhaled deeply and spoke again. Her eyes stared directly at me, but didn't quite seem to focus. "I said it's a wonderful neighborhood for kids. It's a nice place to raise a family." It was exactly the same tone of voice. I wasn't sure what was wrong, but this was giving me a bad feeling.

Then I got it. It was just after dinner, on a summer evening, on a small neighborhood street. Kids should be out playing, making noise. If it was such a nice place to raise children, there should have been some evidence of that. I asked Sue where all the kids were.

She just laughed. "Oh, most of the families are probably down at the community center tonight. They show movies on Friday." She stepped closer, smiling. Her eyes seemed clear again, and focused on me. "I guess that must've looked a little funny, claiming it was a neighborhood full of families with no kids outside." She laughed, and the laugh did distracting things to her breasts. She put her hand on my arm. "That reminds me, I haven't told you about the community. It's the part that makes the homeowner's association contract worth the trouble."

She began walking toward the street, glancing back for me to follow. "I'm supposed to show you the video in your new home, to help you feel more comfortable there. I forgot it, but my house is right over there." Argue, or follow Realtor Barbie's invitation to her home? Did I mention I hadn't had sex in about a year?

We had a little small talk on the way over. Sue asked about my kids (two daughters, age 8 and 14), and told me a little about hers (twin daughters, both 11). We were both single, and I was starting to think the fantasies her invitation had put into my head might not be fantasies. I'm not this lucky, I thought. Didn't stop me from staring at her ass under the white skirt, and trying to figure out if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose.

So, I ended up on Sue Mackenzie's couch, in her lovely home, with her right beside me, watching a video about the community, Cherrywoode Acres. Nothing surprising, it played up the virtues of a small neighborhood and tried to imply that I and my daughters would make friends with everyone here. I thought it was a DVD, but there were slight flickers and distortions on the screen and in the sound. Maybe it was a VHS? No, I didn't see a VCR anywhere. "Relax," Sue whispered. She'd gotten close, practically curled up next to me now. I was very aware of the heat of her body.

It seemed like the video was repeating. I could swear I'd seen the same view of the neighborhood, and heard the words "Close Knit Community" and "A Nice Place to Raise a Family" before...maybe even three or four times. It was so boring I was starting to feel sleepy. "Just watch." Sue's breath was hot against my ear. I was losing track of exactly what the video was trying to tell me. I saw the gym...fit women and men all working out in rhythm. Then a flash, and I saw a class full of little girls in leotards, stretching and bending together. In a flash of static and white noise, I thought I saw the girls in the same class, with no leotards, just their smooth bodies flexing and stretching.

"Girls," I said. My tongue felt thick. Sue's tongue felt nice against my ear. It must have been distortion, making the leotards look the same color as their skin. It was back to the men and women. That was better. There was nothing wrong with a group of adults working out in the nude. Wait, why did I think they were nude? Must've been on my mind. Sue's hand was resting on my thigh, it was distracting me, making me think about sex. I zoned out as the video moved on to the rules for joining the community. It was a haven for single parents...that was nice. Everything was pretty nice.

"Lift up for a second," Sue said. I was losing track of time. The rules were complicated, weren't they? I had to pay attention to them to be sure I'd be able to follow them. I lifted up off the couch, and let her pull my pants down my legs. That was better. I noticed Sue had already gotten out of her clothes. If I was going to look at her like that, it was better for my cock to be free to grow. I was back on the screen. Mr. Anton, the original builder of the community, was explaining things to a young couple on the screen. He seemed like a nice guy. Salt and pepper hair, a goatee that came to a slight point, and very deep blue eyes. No wonder the couple was having trouble concentrating...when he looked at the camera, I felt dizzy, too.

He was helping them relax, so they could learn the rules too. Just like Sue and I, they were naked. I was sure that helped with learning somehow. The couple onscreen started masturbating each other. After that, they seemed less confused and just stared at Mr. Anton. Sue helped me, moving her hand up and down my cock. So nice of her. I pressed a finger between her legs, noticing she shaved smooth. It was easier to learn the rules now. I wouldn't remember them but I would follow them. The young couple were fervently agreeing that this neighborhood would be a nice place to raise a family. They promised to fuck every day so they could start one. After they'd learned, they both thanked Mr. Anton by sucking his cock. I opened my mouth to ask Sue if I should thank her but she just pointed at the TV.

It was showing me what a wonderful place it was to raise a family here. I hadn't noticed the baseball diamond in the local park, but the video showed boys having fun there. Then it zoomed into the dugout, where the boys didn't seem to need uniforms. They were still having fun, though. They all looked half asleep while their hands jerked their cocks. "Keep your hands on your bats," I said with a chuckle. Mine was. Sue had disappeared, to get something.

So many scenes of happy families. A picnic, Mom and Dad holding hands, kids playing tag, teenagers fucking under the trees. A pool party, so casual that nobody even bothered with swimsuits. I loved this place, and would be so happy to not remember why anymore. My daughters would love it, too. This was such a nice place to raise a family. On the screen, I saw Sue Mackenzie dressed in her pretty white suit. Her jacket was open, baring her breasts, and her skirt was above her hips, showing her pussy. She didn't seem to notice her exposure at all, just smiled blankly into the camera and told me in such a soothing voice how much I wanted to live here.

CHAPTER 2: MOVING IN

A month later, I was standing in the yard again. This time, though, it was my new home. The movers had just left and Jenny, Sam, and I were leaning against the garage door in relief. I was the first to move, I turned to them and pulled my camera out of my pocket. "Smile, girls!" I called. Jenny, the eldest, looked up and rolled her eyes. Like many teenagers, she had the attitude that anything involving her family was impossibly lame. I knew it was just an act, so I just waited while she put her arm around her sister and smiled.

The girls were both looking very nice today. Jenny's dark brown hair was braided, and hung halfway down her back. She wore a cutoff t-shirt that showed her flat belly, which I didn't quite approve of. All the same, I understood that a girl her age wanted to look sexy...and without big breasts, she had to show off her slim figure. Her shorts were the same thing...a little bit of denim above what seemed like miles of long leg. She was still a little gawky, but I was sure she'd be beautiful in a few years.

Samantha, six years younger, was also much shorter. She only came up to the middle of her sister's chest. Her hair matched her mother's, a bright orange-red. It was cut short, to her chin, perfectly framing her cute, freckled face. I realized with a sigh that she'd tied her shirt up to show off her midriff like her sister. Well, with both of them looking like that, it was cute. I snapped the picture before Jenny noticed and the "stop copying me" arguments began again.

"Alright girls, let's get inside," I called, and started down the front path. When I got to the door, I saw a small envelope taped to it. I recognized Sue Mackenzie's handwriting. It said: "Just a little welcome video for your family. Enjoy! XO Suzie" I took it down, tearing open the envelope before the girls could read it. I'd gone out with Sue a couple of times since we'd hit it off so well on our first meeting, but I didn't want to bring the girls' attention to the fact that I was dating again. Inside the envelope was a DVD. I felt warm, and my heart began to beat faster. "Looks like they left us a welcome video," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. Imagine how lame the girls would think their dad was for being excited to watch a low-budget video about the neighborhood.

"Ooh, let's watch it!" said Sam, practically skipping inside. Jenny smiled at her little sister and tried to beat her to the couch. I guessed I wasn't that lame. The girls had both fallen in love with the place after the first time I brought home the introduction video. I thought I even remembered coming out of my room a few times late at night to find them both in their underwear, watching it again. Nah, that wasn't possible. That was as silly as those dreams I had where I watched the community introduction video naked, just to stare at the shots of Sue while I jerked off. Sure, we hadn't slept together yet, but I wasn't that hard-up.

So, I put the new DVD in our player, turned the TV and stereo on, and sat back in my recliner. The girls were on the couch, Jenny trying to define exactly how close was too close for Sam to sit, and Sam mostly ignoring her. They started to calm down when the video started. I wondered why all these DVDs had weird static in them as if they were a tape, but it had been bothering me less and less lately. The video focused on places all around the neighborhood, while playing the same theme music as the first one, and repeating "Cherrywoode Acres, a nice place to raise a family," like usual. I zoned out, and so did the girls. I wonder why we bothered watching something so boring. I couldn't really concentrate on it...the chair was too comfortable. I glanced over at the girls, and saw they were snuggling down onto the couch, eyes half-shut too.

I felt like I was dreaming by the time the video really started. "Now that you're part of the Cherrywood family," the voice of Mr. Anton began. That was nice, feeling so included. We were part of the family. Part of Cherrywood. Mr. Anton's eyes made us feel safe and secure. We knew we had complete safety and privacy as part of the community. We were safe to relax completely. It was safe to completely relax anywhere in the town of Cherrywood, and especially in our new neighborhood at Cherrywoode Acres. The voice continued to guide us. I glanced over at my girls. Both of them looked completely content, bodies relaxed and eyes blankly staring into the TV. "It feels good to relax after the stressful process of moving here, doesn't it?" We all nodded slowly. It was great, moving was always stressful. Cherrywood was such a wonderful place, helping us relax after all that stress.

"To keep our community safe and private, there are a few rules we all must follow. You will be happy to follow the rules of Cherrywood." That was reasonable. Even Jenny, who was often rebellious purely for the sake of rebellion, was nodding happily along. "You mustn't think too much. To truly relax, you need to let your thoughts empty." My thoughts were going slower now, and I felt better. It made so much sense that if I was able to let them stop, I would feel even more relaxed and happy. The video changed to a pattern of shifting colors. The voice helped us stare deep into it, to put our thoughts down deep into the swirling pattern. Our thoughts were replaced by contentment and obedience.

I was ready to do whatever I was told. The voice on the video explained that to feel truly a part of Cherrywoode, we should completely enjoy the privacy and comfort offered here. "You don't need any modesty, you never need to feel embarrassed. All you need is to feel happy and obedient." Behind the pattern, I saw three people coming into focus. I recognized Suzie Mackenzie staring blankly relaxed into the camera. She was wearing her work suit, and standing at attention. Behind her stood a pair of pretty blonde girls in school uniforms. Those must be her daughters, I thought.

While we watched, Suzie and her girls began to undress. They remained so perfectly calm and blank. In fact, they seemed to be relaxing deeper with each piece of clothing they removed. I understood that Suzie and the girls were enjoying the privacy of Cherrywoode Acres, and getting truly comfortable. The three of them spoke as they stripped, repeating that modesty had no place compared to obedience and relaxation.

I stood up, and heard my girls doing the same thing. I was glad they were getting comfortable too. If I didn't feel so safe and secure in my privacy here, I might have worried if I was naked in front of them and they were still dressed. The clothes came off easily, and I enjoyed the coolness of the air conditioner on my bare skin. Glancing down, I remembered it was a little more bare than it used to be. Suzie liked smooth cocks, so I kept my cock and balls shaved bare now. Sue's never seen my cock drifted through my head, and I knew that was correct. I knew I still kept it smooth for her approval.

Looking over to see that the girls were comfortable, I realized I'd never seen either of them like this since I'd bathed them as babies. Jenny's tiny breasts were nicely shaped...something I'd never noticed under her clothes. Her aureoles were almost the size of a silver dollar...out of proportion with her breasts, just like her height was out of proportion with her figure. The cold air had her nipples erect. Lower, I saw a light covering of brown hair above her slit. Clearly my little girl was growing up. Once her figure filled out to match the up she'd already grown, she'd be a stunner. Sam was just cute. She practically looked like a little boy. Her chest was flat except for the hard pink nipples, and her waist barely curved at all. She was completely bare of hair down below, and seemed curious about her sister's pubic hair.

That curiosity faded, along with my curiosity about my girls' bodies, when the music changed. It was time to relax again, and I sat back in my recliner. The screen was back to only the pulsing colors now. My consciousness barely understood the voice that was coming through the speakers. The words just sunk deep into my head. It told me that whatever I felt right now was perfectly natural, that I should begin to feel aroused. Being naked was arousing, and I was so relaxed and obedient that arousal was a natural consequence. Fading into the foreground again, I saw Suzie and her girls. Their smooth pussies were shining with wetness, and their nipples were all erect. Never losing their blank expressions, the three of them went slowly to their knees, spreading their legs, and began to touch themselves.

After seeing that, I realized that my girls and I had the same arousal problem. They both had their legs spread, rocking back and forth. My cock stuck straight up. If Suzie and her daughters could masturbate together, we could too. So, we did. I rubbed my cock, and the girls rubbed between their legs. I think images of other people in the community drifted on and off of the screen. There were men, boys, women, girls, and all sorts of sexual activity flashing on the screen. It was arousing me more, but making me worry for the girls...I thought it might make them uncomfortable. I glanced over at them to see the most adorable thing. Sam was staring blankly at the screen, not a single thought...her mouth even hung open, grunting in pleasure. She was kneeling on the floor, legs spread, using one hand to open her little slit, and the other to rub a fast as she could up and down it. I looked at the screen, wondering what had got her so excited. The video currently melting into our minds was a scene of two brothers, I guessed they were about 11. I didn't know why they were fucking for the camera, but they seemed just as happy to be doing it as Suzie had been. I chuckled, guessing my daughter thought the boys were cute. I checked on my other daughter as well. Even though she was fourteen I had never thought of Jenny's sexual desire growing with puberty. Seeing her now, I knew she must have been masturbating when she got time alone. She worked at her pussy with practiced experience. While her little sister rubbed herself frantically to small orgasm after orgasm, Jenny just let it build, like I was doing. The scene had shifted to a group of girls...it looked to me like the naughtiest preteen slumber party in the world. A few seconds after the girls appeared on the screen, I heard gasps and screams from Jenny. I looked at her to see her eyes rolled back in her head, her legs spread completely, and her juices soaking the couch. I'll have to put a towel down if this happens again. Whether looking at my girls or at the TV, I kept going, rubbing my smooth cock up and down, until the end. The other visuals cleared, and it was only the colors focusing my eyes on Suzie's beautiful breasts. "Now," she said, "if you promise to be a good member of our little family, any mommies or daddies watching this video may cum too." I did, hard...spraying up into the air, landing on my chest. Still out of it, I went to the bathroom to clean up, and heard the girls beginning to dress. The swirling colors were still on the screen when I came back, and my girls were dressed again. "Daddy," said Sam, in a voice that sounded like she was asleep, "Put your clothes on, silly." I did, and sat back in my chair, relaxing with the pretty colors.

A little while later, the video was over. I yawned. "Well, that was pretty good, for a lame little welcome video, I guess."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Sure, Dad, whatever. Can I go check out my room now?" I laughed and shooed her away. Sure, she'd nearly fallen asleep watching it, but she'd have left before it was over if she really hated it.

"I thought it was nice," said Sam, hugging me. Her body felt very warm, and I worried she might be coming down with something. I felt strangely aware of her soft, smooth body below her clothes.

"Why don't you check out your room, sweetheart? I'm going to make sure the TV works right. Maybe after, we can all watch a movie, maybe order some pizza." As she ran off to look at her room and tell her sister about the pizza, I felt my thoughts about her body fading. I was happy to be in Cherrywood, it would be such a nice place to raise my girls.

CHAPTER 3: CABLE PROBLEMS

We had an uneventful week settling in to our new house. The movers had already set up most everything, so all that was really left was for the girls to get their rooms the way they liked them. Sam went with a "pink and ponies" theme, while her sister opted for "posters of bands I really don't approve of." It was a great place, and the only real problem was with the cable.

It was included in a special deal for Cherrywoode Acres homeowners, which made it cheap. Occasionally, there would be static and strange noises, but that didn't really bother me. The trouble was, I'd found that, late at night, there were a few extra channels available. Premium channels. Hell, I'll just come right out and say that they were porn channels. The first time I saw them was the third night after we moved in. I figured it was some kind of error in the system. After all, the channels turned on in the middle of the night, and seemed to disappear by 3AM. After they disappeared, I gathered my clothes and went to bed, not thinking much more about it.

The next night, I went to bed early. Sometime early in the morning, my sleep was interrupted by sounds from the living room. I started down the hall in the traditional style for investigating a strange noise: boxer shorts and a baseball bat. As I approached the living room, the noises became clearer, resolving into moans of sexual pleasure. I put down the bat and sighed, wondering which of my daughters I was going to have to have a talk with. I felt too tired for that kind of discussion, and was considering going back to bed. For some reason, though, I crept forward instead.

When I'd found the premium channels, the only one I'd checked had been called Fuck TV. The logo in the corner of the screen proclaimed this station to be called Teen Sex Party. Looking directly at the screen was dizzying. It had the pace and intensity of a music video, images flashing by quickly, thumping bass, music, and moans assaulting my senses. I found myself getting aroused even before I noticed that none of the girls or boys in the video seemed to be quite of legal age. "Just like their target audience," I thought, as clearly as I was capable of.

Their target audience, my daughter Jenny, was lying back on the couch with her legs spread wide. One foot was over the back of the couch, one foot on the floor. She was completely naked. I drank in the sight of her long legs, her sweet, smooth body. As expected for a horny teen girl watching other horny teens fucking, her fingers were busy between her legs, rubbing her pussy. They danced in and out, wet and shiny, to the beat of the music on the TV. I noticed that she still had her pubic hair, and wondered why I was surprised. The lights and colors of the Teen Sex Party shone off of her wet pussy and fingers.

I looked away from my daughter as I noticed my cock hardening in reaction to her exposed body. She was maturing, making boys horny, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way. My eyes returned to the flashing TV, where I saw the show was named Spring Break Fuckfest '07. A group of cheerleaders...were those Cherrywood High uniforms, it was hard to tell with most of the uniform missing...were getting banged from behind by a group of muscular young studs, probably one of the sports teams. The music pulsed and the lights flashed with each thrust, each bounce of the girls' perky young breasts. Every minute or so, the boys traded spaces, sinking their cock into a different well-fucked pussy. It kept my own cock so hard I had to release it.

I supposed I didn't need to talk much to my daughter about what was going on. Obviously the porn was too hot to resist. I couldn't very well talk to her about how inappropriate it was to masturbate in the living room when I was doing the same thing, now could I? I was thinking about whether to just buy a bottle of lube to hide under the couch when she sat up. I hadn't noticed her eyes before, and felt a little guilty for just staring at her body while I was jerking off. They were wide and staring blankly at my cock. Looking into them, I couldn't imagine a single thought was going on in her head. It should've worried me, I guess, but then not much was going on in my head either. Those blank eyes focused on my cock and suddenly my smooth member was sliding between Jenny's soft lips. She wasn't the skilled cocksucker some of the sexy teens on the screen were, but her enthusiasm quickly made me spurt in her mouth, where she swallowed it all.

Teen Sex Party disappeared from the TV a few minutes later, and Jenny tucked my cock back into my pants and kissed me on the cheek. “Goodnight, daddy,” she said with a wink, her bare bottom swaying as she walked back to her room. Silly girl, forgetting her pajamas when she snuck out to watch TV.

I went to sleep, very tired after such an interruption. The next day, before work, but after the girls had left for school, I called up the cable company. After a few rings, a recorded female voice came on. “Our caller ID shows you are in Cherrywoode Acres. Allow us to transfer you to the correct support line.” There was a tone, and then hold music. It was surprisingly pleasant, not elevator music, just something relaxing and classical. “Please hold, a representative will be with you in five minutes. Find a comfortable, private place to relax, while you wait.”

“Yes,” I said with a smile. Privacy wasn't a worry, so I could just relax. I put the phone on speaker while I unbuttoned my pants, to relax more. After my pants and underwear dropped to the floor, I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, and settled the phone against my ear once again. I knew how to relax now, just like I had when we moved in. I felt nearly asleep when the music was finally replaced by a pretty voice. “Hello, are you a relaxed resident of Cherrywoode Acres?”

“Yesss,” I said, in a blissful sigh. I felt like I was floating in soft clouds. It was nice of them to help people who called their complaint line relax so deeply.

“And how are you today? You may answer completely honestly,” the sweet voice said in my ear.

Completely honestly was the phrase that sunk into my mind. “Happy and horny,” I said. I did have a cable problem, but that seemed unimportant right now. I just felt so nice, and my cock was so stiff.

The operator gave a small giggle. “You are definitely one of our residents,” she said. “I know it is difficult thinking anything is wrong now, but can you remember what you called us about, sir?” She was right. Everything felt wonderful. I think I could still hear the music in the background, behind her voice. It took a few minutes to remember, and when I did remember, it made my cock twitch. It seemed a shame to let such a hard cock just twitch there. I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it. “Are you masturbating, sir?” she asked, after a minute or so.

“Yes,” I said, slowing, but not stopping.

“I need you to tell me about the problem,” she said, sounding exasperated. Or was that her voice going lower as she got horny too?

“I watch porn channels on the TV at night,” I said. How was that a problem? “Oh, right, my daughters shouldn't be seeing them. “I worry about my daughters seeing me. I mean, seeing them,” I said. I didn't really feel worried about either now. I told her how I'd caught my daughter watching one night.

“I understand,” the wonderful operator's voice rang in my ears. “Your daughters shouldn't stay up so late to watch porn. How about if I turn it on 24 hours?” That would make it easier to watch. I thought there was something wrong with it, though. But it came to me that jerking off like I was now would be much better with the porn on. “I want you to turn on the television, to Fuck TV. Can you do that, sir?”

“I only need one hand for the remote,” I said with a slight giggle. This girl was nice, like Suzi.

She gave a low laugh. “And I only need one hand to help you, sir.” Thinking of this sweet young girl rubbing her pussy as she talked to me made my cock feel even thicker.

I turned on Fuck TV, as always it blinked and flashed for a few seconds before focusing in on the porn. A woman was on her hands and knees in front of the couch, while a man fucked her. On the couch sat a younger girl, pretty with red hair and freckles...I wondered how they were allowed to air porn with girls who were clearly only teenagers. She was masturbating and watching the couple. My cock felt like a hot bar of iron in my hand. “Fuck, I love this channel,” I said to the girl on the phone.

“Me too,” she said, her breath heavy, “but you need to look at all the channels. Do you have Teen Sex Party?” I pressed the button, moving up by one, to see what appeared to be a high school girls' gym shower. I thought it was too bad that most of the girls were showing a light fuzz between their legs, but there were a pair of blondes with completely bare cunts who were obviously horny...I focused on them. I wondered if Jenny had any friends as hot as that. I wondered why they both had little cherry blossoms tattooed next to their pussies.

“It says Live Experiments is on,” I said, as the title flashed by in a swirl of color. As I watched, the showers all shut off. Most of the girls looked angry, but the pretty blondes both moved their hands between their legs. A moment later, the showers started up again, spraying a pinkish mist down on the girls below. Very quickly, the blondes weren't the only ones masturbating.

I heard a grunt from the phone. “Hot as those are...gotta check more...” she sounded very distracted. I clicked the remote, and a station called BANG appeared on the screen. I had thought Teen Sex Party was a riot of color...wow. I could barely think watching BANG. I was watching some kind of cartoon. Nothing special, just cute little kids having adventures, having sex, and learning valuable lessons. Mostly about sex, I think. I couldn't really tell, all of the kids were doing things with pretty colors, and they seemed to go right into my head. “It might be a...ummm...Rainbow Briiite ripoff, but woah, it totallly fucks yer head,” said the beautiful girl on the phone.

“Fuuuck yeahhh,” I managed to get out....I dropped the remote, my attention on my cock, and the moans of the operator. The girls were so cute. They all had jewelry in the same pretty colors as their hair. The leader, who couldn't have been more than twelve, had a pair of diamond nipple rings that she was using to make such wonderful, pretty colors wrap around the naughty teacher who'd been trying to punish the girls. And now there was a boy, with a diamond cockring, helping his sister fuck the teacher.

I don't remember much more. I called in sick to work, because I felt it was vitally important to understand the TV shows my girls would be watching. Plus, I was fucking horny, and I knew there would be some porn waiting for me on Fuck TV.

CHAPTER 4: ONE BIG HAPPY (FUCKING) FAMILY

Everything seemed better after we got the issue with the cable fixed. Suzie came over that afternoon and caught me watching porn. At first I felt embarrassed, but it turned her on to catch me like that. We had sex for...I think...the first time. We started dating more seriously after that. Jenny was old enough to watch Sam most nights we went out, but occasionally we left Sam in the care of a wonderful babysitter; a pretty, tall girl with strawberry-blond hair. The sex after our dates was always fantastic...Suzie could be a really hot slut when she let herself. I wanted more, though. My daughters needed to get to know their dad's hot, sexy new girlfriend. And Suzie told me exactly how to make everything go perfectly.

The next night, my girls and I were watching one of the evening shows on BANG, as we'd started doing most nights. We were all so relaxed, naked and masturbating together, I thought this would be the best time to tell them about Suzie. Kids are always more perceptive than you expect, they already knew it was getting serious. Jenny rolled her eyes at how hesitant I was being while she pinched her hard nipples. Both girls rubbed their bare pussies, looking between me and the TV while I explained they should be on their best behavior when we invited Suzie and her girls over for a cookout. I don't quite remember what I said “best behavior” was, I think I repeated something Suzie had told me the previous night. By the time we were all putting our clothes back on, I was sure the girls were excited about meeting Suzie, and we'd all behave just as we should.

It was still late summer, a perfect time for a cookout. There was a grill already in the backyard, and the community office was happy to lend me a picnic table. I started working on the grill before anyone showed up, wearing one of those silly “Kiss the Cook” aprons I'd found packed away. The first batch of burgers was already sizzling when Jenny came out of the house. She was sizzling too. She wore a small bikini top that covered most of her small breasts, but didn't conceal one bit. It was a nearly-transparent white, and looked like she'd gotten it soaking wet and even easier to see through before she came outside. Her perfect, flat belly was on display below that, and her tiny denim skirt rode low enough that I could see the little pink cherry blossom tattooed next to her cleft.

“When did you get that?” I asked, my cock hardening beneath my apron at the sight of her. I vaguely remembered that tattoos like that were popular with girls on TV.

She pressed her body to me in something more sensual than a hug, and kissed me on the cheek. “After a party, some girlfriends and me were a little drunk,” she giggled. I couldn't help imagining all those sexy teens, giggly and uninhibited. There was a small flash of worry about my daughter, but what she told me next obliterated it. “We were playing around, experimenting, and I saw they all had this little tattoo.” She kissed me again...more than a kiss, her tongue was working on my earlobe. “I had to do some naughty things to get it, but I'm totally a Cherrywood Girl now.” My cock was stiff, as she pulled away.

From behind me, I heard Suzie's voice. “Oh, you are looking hot,” she said. I turned around, and she frowned with mock-disappointment, then smiled again when she got a look at my hard cock under the stupid apron. “And so's your daughter,” she said with a wicked smile, pulling Jenny close and giving her a deep kiss. Suzie was wearing even less than Jenny, a spiral-patterned bikini barely containing her lush curves. She didn't need that to hypnotize me with her body, I just stared as she continued across the yard to me. The kiss she'd given Jenny was hot. The kiss she gave me? So much hotter, it could have lit the grill all on its own. Her hand rubbing my cock through the apron didn't help matters much.

When the kiss was over, and I could see straight again, I saw Tiffany and Teri, Suzie's girls, affectionately greeting my daughter. One on either side of her, they were embracing her. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through her top, making it easy for the twins to lick and suck them. “Mmm, I love your girls already,” Jenny moaned, lifting the twins' tiny skirts to fondle their asses.

I took the burgers off the grill. It made me happy to see my family and Suzie's getting along so well, and turning around to see Sam coming out of the house made it even better. Her glazed eyes and shiny, slick pussy made it clear she'd been watching BANG just before she came out. She smiled blissfully, staring into space, moving slowly across the yard, unsteady on her bare feet, until her eyes focused on her daddy. Like her sister and Suzie, she obeyed the message on my apron too, lifting it and pressing her lips to my stiff prick. 'What was she wearing?' I thought to myself. Something was unusual. My little girl was completely naked, her bare pussy as wet as if she'd just been masturbating, the nipples on her flat chest hard as if she wanted to keep going. Jenny was topless now, Teri and Tiffany sucking her nipples eagerly, their hands up her skirt to stimulate her smooth pussy. Unable to stop myself from looking, I realized the twins were topless too, and had been the whole time. Their skirts were so short I couldn't help seeing their own smooth (slave)pussies. I wanted to taste them. I took my apron off and set it aside. I needed to think. I was lusting after little girls. That couldn't be right. Suzie pressed herself against me, and I realized the bikini was just body paint. I could feel her bare tits against me, her smooth (slave)pussy wet against my thigh.

She took my smooth (slave)cock in her hand. “Why don't you do more than just kiss daddy?” she spoke softly to my disoriented, sexy youngest daughter.

Sam looked up at me, smiling. Her freckled, smooth skin was so beautiful, so sexy to me now. I'd never noticed the freckles went all the way to her smooth little slavepussy. “Can I fuck him now?” she asked in a small, nervous voice.

Suzie pushed me back onto the picnic table. I realized the apron was all I'd been wearing as I felt the wood on my bare ass. She lifted my daughter up, and my little girl spread her legs to place her knees on either side of my hips. 'I can't do this,' I said inside my own mind. My cock disagreed, and stayed stiff. Sam lowered herself, pressing her little slavepussy against the head of my cock. I thought it would be impossible, but she was so wet. She was tight, but I didn't hurt her...memories surfaced, coming home and seeing her and the babysitter practicing with cute pink sex toys. My slavecock pushed into my daughter's sex and...

Then everything was alright. It was a celebration. We were really part of Cherrywoode Acres now, and my Sam was fucking me for the first time to celebrate. I put my hands on her hips and thrust up into her. She almost passed out from the pleasure, her body falling against mine...I couldn't believe I'd never enjoyed my girl's warm, bare body pressed against me like this before. I was going to make up for it. My girls needed fucking. So did Suzie's, especially if we got married.

A shadow passed over me, and I was being kissed, hard and sensual, on the mouth. It wasn't Suzie, I knew. When she stopped kissing me and pulled away, I was able to focus on Jenny's face. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much.” She was crying a little bit. I pressed a hand to her cheek, concentrating on her, letting her sister do the work of fucking for a minute. “After mom left...” she trailed off, and just smiled at me. “I never thought we'd find a place that felt like home again.” I'd never been so happy either, and it only made me happier when she climbed up on the table, her skirt lifted, pressing her slavepussy to my lips. I lost myself in the taste and feel of my girls' pussies, and realized there was no better place than Cherrywood to raise a hot, fuckable, sexy family.