I stepped into the gold-appointed bathroom, gazing at blond little Lydia chained down to the base of the sparkling toilet. Everything was immaculate, including her: frilly white dress, white ribbons in her hair, white knee-socks, black patent leather shoes and a stout length of black iron rings two feet in length and fastened to her slave-collar to keep the little whore firmly secured to the ground.

Well, technically, she was held to the floor by both the chain and by my father, at the moment. With one great hand wrapped around her pale throat and another lifting her slender young leg up at an angle, he slipped his thick cock into her willing, hairless cunt with long, slow strokes. She made soft sobbing noises as I watched his cock, slick with KY, punch into her tight quim.

I had seen my dad fuck many times before, and I knew that he was just getting warmed up for the evening.

"Daddy, I was told to inform you that our guests are beginning to arrive."

My father turned his head slightly, taking me in. God damn, he's gorgeous.

"Kneel, Rachel."

I hiked my ankle-length dress up to my freshly shaved pussy and fell to my knees in the doorway. He slipped his throbbing cock from Lydia with a wet POP and let her leg fall as he stood, straightening his black dinner jacket. As my father stroked a massive erection and slipped it between my slack lips, I watched Lydia curl up around the gleaming white toilet.

"Your cousins have arrived, then?"

I shook my head no, running both of my hands along his huge shaft and trying to suck out the tangy taste of Lydia's cunt.

"Ah, then it must be Reverend Marcus and his family."

I nodded, rubbing my tongue piercing along the crown of his dick as it filled my mouth.

"Very well, Rachel. I assume that your brother has checked the preparations in the other two bathrooms?"

I nodded again, gagging a little as my father grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and speared his huge cock down the back of my throat.

"Good. Dr. Mather and his family will be running late, and I know that he will want to use the little redhead in your mother's bathroom when he arrives. Has she been lubricated?"

I nodded slightly with my head tilted back, feeling my throat open and close around the massive head of his prick. I tried to lick his balls, with limited success.

"If I know your brother, of course, he's probably got her face-down in the toilet at the moment. He fucked that little Japanese slit we got him for his birthday half to death in that bathroom, didn't he?"

I tried to nod, but I don't think my dad noticed. He had one hand on the back of my neck and another cupped under my chin with a thumb against my cheek, thrusting with one smooth motion down my throat like he was slipping on a condom.

"I do hope he's semi-discrete with the redhead, considering that she's for the guests. The maids will have a conniption if he ruins her hair, too - those ribbons, I'm told, are matched to her eyeshadow, the shower-curtain and the towels. What is her name again?"

I pulled off of his dick with a gasp, a mouthful of pre-cum and saliva trailing to his huge manhood, fisting the enormous member with both hands.

"Her name is Stephanie, Daddy. She's eleven years old, four-foot-three, and seventy-five pounds. Her hair color and nipples match the accents for mother's bathroom, she has been dressed in emerald to match the primary coloration in the room, and Reginald has been informed to keep his horse-cock out of her until midnight at least. She can take most of the dogs except for Whore-Ripper, she cries when her nipples are pinched, and she her asshole, while lubricated, is still technically virgin."

"Oh, well, she's not going to like Dr. Mather very much, then. As for you, Rachel, well - you will make your uncle a very fine wife someday."

"Thank you, Daddy."

My father smiled at me, slipped his dick back into his black dinner slacks, and kissed me on top of the head. He walked out, then turned.

"Let your mother know that I'm off to go greet our guests. And find out where your little sister Raina has gotten off to, if you would."

"Yes, Daddy."

I stood on shaking legs, running a finger through my sloppy-wet cunt lips as my father departed. Listening to him casually discuss sex while he fucks my face always turns me on. I glanced down at my dress and at the floor, being certain that nothing had stained my black dress.

No, I was immaculate as always.

After checking the wet bar, the camera and the large plate of pills by the sink, I briefly considered tormenting Lydia but thought better of it. She was, after all, for the guests.

I walked out of the upstairs bathroom and glanced over the banister down the spiral staircase at the scene in the foyer. Reverend Marcus was shaking my father's hand, and already had his dick in the moth of our maid, Chloe. Mrs. Marcus, still in her black fur coat, impassively held the leash of their family's large dalmatian Maximilian, who was rutting into Chloe's squishing pussy with abandon. Their 17 year old daughter, Angelique, was dressed and made up like a miniature version of her mother except that a thin Asian girl about 6 years old was at the end of her leash, outfitted in a dalmatian-print bikini with a tiny black spot drawn on her nose. She wore a headband with little black-spotted doggy ears, as well, and cum ran both of her inner thighs.

Although I didn't much care for the Marcus's, primarily because Angelique always calls me a baby and makes me tongue her asshole while my brother fucks her, I had to admire their style. Hours must have been spent on their hair.

I slipped down the hall, to where my little sister Raina was still in the television room. I opened the door and found her sprawled on the couch with a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels pressed against her clit and Whore-Ripper's tongue slurping out the inside of her peanut-butter smeared cunt.

"Hey, sis. Want some?"

And she was drunk. Whore-Ripper looked at me, snorted, and went back to rooting in my sister's slippery pussy. She shuddered and twisted her tiny nipples.

"Rainy, you are almost eleven goddamn years old. How difficult is it to be on your best behavior when dad throws a party?"

"I'm looking to get fucked tonight, Rach. The only way any of the guys here, ung, god yes, will have the balls to fuck Randolph Raynard's middle girl is if they're, fuck Christ yes, sure that I'm proper good and fucked to begin with."

She made a point. I had to physically jam Uncle Horace's dick into myself at the dinner table when I was her age, and that was after squirming on his lap under an assault from three fingers for almost two hours. I thought the poor old guy was going to have a heart attack when I came.

"Be that as it may ..."

"The only ones at this little, oh Jesus fuck me yes, 'soiree' tonight whom I know, for a fact, have the balls to slip it in me are Whore-Ripper here, Daddy himself and our dear brother. Any of them will, oh shit yes, pound the living shit out of my pussy if given the slightest chance, and I feel that a little lubricant, whether alcoholic, orgasmic or canine-salivic in origin, is best called for in such instances."

"Well, Mother will not be pleased that you're neither dressed nor downstairs greeting the guests."

"Mother is eight months pregnant, has already had the, oh shit yes, single glass of red wine she's allowed for the night, and is being taken anally in the kitchen by the aforementioned elder brother at this very moment."

"Oh."

"Yes. Her twenty-ninth birthday is certain to be a, ah fuck yes, a roaring success." Her head lolled to the side as she casually scooped a wad of peanut-butter from the jar on the coffee table and smeared it across her wide-spread cunt. Whore-Ripper continued to lick away.

"If the two of them are in the kitchen, then who is watching Baby Reanne?"

"The girl is nine, Rachel. It's time that you, unh, fuck, oh, got acquainted with the facts of life one way or another."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Raina closed her eyes and flicked at her clit, then sucked the wet mass of dog-slobber and peanut butter from her finger.

"I'm saying that Baby Reanne, as you like to call her, has always been precocious - and she, oh fuck me yes, is no longer going to be the baby around here anyway, pretty soon. Papa is already talking to a very wealthy man from Gibson University who has an interest in Reanne, and I, oh Christ fuck me yes, wouldn't be at all surprised if the littlest Raynard girl was getting her pony tonight. And pulling a train."

I couldn't help it. I pinched a nipple and pressed my still-wet pussy against the arm of the couch through my dress. "You're not serious."

"I am. You're the one who, oh fuck yes, likes to squirm and tell Daddy what he wants to hear while he's fucking you, and Reanne is the one who pisses her panties and flashes the help and acts like a brat until Daddy holds her down and rapes it out of her. I'm the one, shit yes fuck Christ, who makes Daddy talk dirty to me if he wants me getting wet on that thunder-dick of his, and he's very excited about putting on a show with Reanne tonight."

I worked my hands up my dress, pulling at my pussy. "But it's Mother's special day."

"Oh, this will be special for Mother. She gets to watch the, fuck fuck fuck yes, the girl who has stolen her husband's heart for the last nine years finally take a dicking that would turn most whores inside out. Mom will be bent over the cake table with our big brother pounding her sloppy pregnant pussy from behind while she massages the balls of the next man in line to, oh shit yes god, rape her baby. By the end of the night, Reanne is going to service a whole lot of dogs, a whole lot of guys, one very happy pony with a big pink pecker and at least one Reynard girl: me."

I flipped my dress up to my belly button, threw a leg over the couch, and settled my steaming cunt onto Raina's face.

"So let me guess: Reanne is out in the back with the gardeners and the landscapers getting warmed up."

Rain nodded with her tongue against my clit, bucked her hips against the dog's assault on her fuck-hole, and then brought her hands up to grab me by the butt cheeks and draw my over-heated sex into her mouth.

It wasn't until it was too late that I realized she had slipped a fingerful of peanut-butter into my asshole.

After having my colon cleaned-out by Whore-Ripper while he plowed into my sister's frothing cunt, I told the little bitch to get clean, get dressed and get downstairs in record time.

In the kitchen, cooks and caterers scurried around, and dozen gleaming pots roiled away on stoves. On the floor, my mother was bent over with her pretty face against the linoleum next to an empty glass of red wine, her dress hiked up to her swollen tits, and several inches of my brother's huge dick slowly easing in and out of her grasping pink shit-pipe. Both of her hands disappeared beneath her belly, and I could hear the sound of her slapping her meaty cunt.

"Mother, the guests are being greeted."

"Uhg. Good. Will you tell this bastard to stop raping my naked, vulnerable asshole?"

"Of course, Mother. Reginald, will you please stop raping Mother's tight, hot, gaping asshole?"

He seemed to consider for a moment, then beamed that bright, toothy grin that has been the ruin of so many young ladies. There are single mothers in every grade from sixth to Seniors who fell for that smile.

"No, probably not. This churning little fuck-hole of hers is amazing. Watch: if I twist on this titty right here, her whole ass clamps down on my dick like she's trying to suck a nut out of me."

She did, in fact, appear to be trying to suck a nut out of him.

"Reginald, I hope that you're not intending to rape Mother all evening. She does have guests to attend to."

"Whores get fucked in this house, Rachel. You know that. Mother has just seemed extra whorish tonight."

"Rachel, you tell this son-of-a-bitch to take his huge, throbbing cock out of my shitter and stop calling me a whore. I'm not one of his little starry-eyed, eleven-year-old fuck-dolls."

"But you have the nicest ass I've ever raped, Mom. Seriously, Rachel, come feel this."

Mom was going for her nut now, panting on the floor and working both hands into her pussy.

"Reginald, if I run my hands along your beautiful cock as you penetrate Mother's wet and steaming asshole, will you please dump your hot fuck up her colon so that she can go mingle with the guests?"

"You got it, sis. Here, slide underneath her so you can see it better."

"Excuse me, Mother. I'm just going to move under you so that I can use both hands to work this magnificent prick as it rapes you."

I hiked up my dress to my armpits so that it wouldn't get dirty, laid down, slipped my head between my mother's knees and ran my hands along the incestuous intersection of their pumping flesh, feeling my mother's wetness roll down my arm and I slipped half of my fist into the gaping folds of her sex.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh-fuck!"

She spasmed on my hand, spraying her juicy girl-cum across my bare chest. With a low 'umph', Reg emptied his balls into her, then pulled out and wiped his cock on her ass-cheek.

"Thanks, sis. Have a good time at your party, Mom."

Nine inches of glistening wet, semi-hard cock still flopping out of his fly, my brother casually walked out of the kitchen to the dining room. Along the way, he snagged a bread-stick off of a platter and groped a teenage girl on the wait-staff.

"I swear, Rachel, that boy will never learn."

"I'm so sorry, Mother. All the Raynard men are like that, I suppose."

"Yes, indeed. It is the burden we bear. Why, your father did nearly the same thing to be on our very first date, fifteen years ago. Now, sweetheart, if you don't mind, I don't want any of your brother's hot, sticky fuck to run out of my ass and stain this lovely dress. Would you be a dear and suck it out for me?"