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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
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Story Codes: FFM, (F/D) Incest, Impregnation, Oral, Rom


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.12 : Perfection


"Daddy..."

"Yes, Mistress?" My dad smiled as I pulled his arm around my shoulders
so we could sit close together on the big sofa in our family room.

"No, just call me Susan for a minute, okay?" I looked at him and he
laughed because the last thing he wanted was for me to be was his
little girl probably.

We were naked, or he was anyway, I still had my black thong and shoes
on, for what little difference that made. As his Mistress my father
would accept anything I wanted, but as his daughter he would be a
little guarded, perhaps even reluctant. But I hoped not.

"Uh, Susan...Okay." He nodded and looked down, only to see his erection
straining between us. He wasn't going to lose that anytime soon, but
it was a little obtrusive at that moment...In every sense of the word.

"I have to talk to you...To ask you something." I spoke slowly, hoping I
was very sure of what I was doing, and confident that I was. But still...
I hadn't sounded like this since I'd graduated high school. The
nervous little girl looking for her father's sage advice, and
truthfully I'd played that role only rarely.

"Uh...This is kind of a strange time for a talk." He chuckled nervously.
"What is it?"

My dad and I were in the middle of an incestuous orgy, for lack of a
better phrase. Our whole family had been playing at it for an hour
easily, giving in to our desires and exploring our new relationships.
Everything was strange for us right then, but he'd heard the tone of
my voice and he was my father for the moment, not my slave or my
lover, but my concerned dad more than anything else.

"Katrina and I, we've been talking for sometime about starting a
family." I drew my feet up underneath me, feeling small suddenly. "We
uh, we want to have a baby, dad."

"Uhhh...Okay." He rubbed his jaw and his blue eyes were on mine. "Which
one of you is going to have it?"

He didn't smile at that, but I did. I was worried he'd laugh at me, or
try to find an excuse why we shouldn't and try and talk me out of it.
But those fears weren't justified by anything except my own anxiety,
the little doubts that plague us all when we want something badly
enough.

"Katrina." I nodded, looking at my slave reflexively and my dad's eyes
followed mine.

She was rubbing Jim's back gently and Cheryl was fucking Jim's ass
now, pushing and pulling that dildo quickly from the man's ass while
she slapped him and giggled, Cheryl's voice teasing him. She was
calling her husband a slut and asking him how he liked her cock, but
my brother could only groan into his mother's cunt. It was strange to
see it, and unbelievably exciting as I sat there next to my father,
his cock painfully hard and just inches from my hand.

I could have jerked him off then, if I'd wanted to. We could have sat
there making out and watching as my brother ate my mother to orgasm,
pushing his tongue into the cunt that had birthed him 22 years before.
I could have sucked my father off, taken his cock into my warm wet
mouth and made love to him with my tongue. I could have swallowed the
seed that made me while my father held my long black hair in his hands
so he could see his daughter's loving eyes.

Or I could have fucked him myself, straddled my father's cock and felt
his hands on my ass, lowering me down while I guided his penis into my
fertile womb. I was ovulating, possibly, and not on any sort of birth
control. I fucked men only rarely and always with a condom, but I
could have taken my daddy bareback then, he wouldn't have stopped me.
Even if he'd asked about pregnancy, I'd have told him the truth, or
lied perhaps, I couldn't know until it happened. But he wouldn't have
denied me in either case, not if I really wanted it.

But as much as I desired all of those things, there was something I
needed from him even more.

"We want the baby to be ours, Daddy. Katrina's and mine." I told him,
contenting myself to touch his bare thigh, to feel his hand caressing
my shoulder. "We want our child to have our genes."

"Right, so uh..." My dad nodded and he was quick to understand me.
"You're asking if I'll...What? Donate sperm for Katrina? Is that what
you're asking?"

"Uh...Sorta. We don't want a clinic. I mean, I want to be there, making
love to her while you..." I bit my lip because I didn't know for
certain what he'd say and that sliver of uncertainty was what bothered
me. It was against my controlling nature not to know the answer even
before I asked a question.

"You want me to...Ahem..." He cleared his throat. "...Have sex with
her."

"Yeah." I nodded and smiled. "It's still a donation, just...The old
fashioned way."

I was giggling nervously and my dad chuckled, but he didn't seem
uncomfortable at the thought of having sex with Katrina. He was
looking at her and she was lovely, I knew that, like a dream and he
wanted her as most men did. The real problem wouldn't be asking my dad
to fuck her, it would be the intended consequences.

"Have you talked with your mom?" My dad looked at me and he knew I
hadn't. He could see it in my eyes.

"No." I shook my head. "It won't be her baby, dad. Or yours."

I stared at him, wanting him to understand that I wasn't saying those
words to hurt him, I was saying it because they had to be true. We had
to make that lie become a reality if Katrina and I were to have what
we most desired.

"So you want me to get Katrina pregnant and just...Forget about it." He
sighed, thinking it over.

"No." I smiled at him. "You'll be a grandfather; you won't be able to
forget about it at all. But I'm saying that I won't tell our child who
his father is. He...or she, will know you as Grandpa, nothing more."

"What will you tell him...her, when it grows up?" My dad looked away
at the scene in front of us.

Cheryl was still fucking Jim and his groans had turned into muffled
moans of pleasure it seemed. My mother held Jim by his short brown
hair, gasping and crying out softly as she fucked her pussy against
her son's mouth. Katrina was glancing at us and stroking her new
brother's back, although he didn't need the encouragement any longer,
and Cheryl was content now, her mouth open as she panted for air.

My sister-in-law was going to cum, I thought, from fucking her husband
the same way he'd fucked so many women in his life...Hard and deep. A
few of them up the ass too probably, maybe even Cheryl, which would
explain her enthusiasm as much as anything else. I was always
surprised by the number of emails I received from women, from wives
who wanted to dominate their husbands in precisely that way...By fucking
them in the ass with a strap-on.

"When our child's old enough I'll explain that we're not sure who the
father is. That so far as Katrina and I are concerned it was an
accidental blessing." I shrugged. "Not the best, perhaps, but I won't
be my baby's grown up sister, Daddy. I'll be its mommy or daddy, or
whatever...But it will be my child."

Katrina was getting to her feet and she picked up my brother's shirt
from where he'd folded and placed it, wiping her hands clean of the
lube and walking towards me and our father. She was sexy and bright,
glowing with a perfection only she possessed, and I watched Katrina
with my heart as much as my eyes.

"I think a person has a right to know, Susan." My dad was also
watching Katrina move, and she was as beautiful to him as she was to
me, I thought. I could hear his breath catch in his throat.

"I've thought of that." I told my dad, and then I held out my hand for
Katrina to take and she knelt on the floor next to us, kissing my
fingers.

"And?" My father cleared his throat and looked back at me.

"An element of doubt." I smiled at him. "I want Jim to have sex with
Katrina as well. Both of you, as often as possible over the next
several days, maybe a week if we can stay that long."

"Mistress?" Katrina looked up at me and her sapphire eyes were wide
with surprise. I hadn't told her of this idea, only that I'd found
someone. But it was a logical choice, the best choice, although most
often we'd discussed going to a clinic, looking for a sperm donor.
This was better and Katrina understood that immediately.

"You didn't know?" My dad looked at Katrina.

"No, Daddy." She shook her golden hair. "But it's perfect, thank you
Mistress!" She was kissing my hand again and smiling into my eyes.

"So we won't know who the father is, not a hundred percent." I tore my
gaze away from Katrina to look at my dad. "But the baby will be a part
of me either way."

"It will be ours, Mistress." Katrina sighed and she put her head on my
thighs, smiling up at her new Daddy.

"I guess, uh..." My dad pursed his lips. "I guess that could work, if
it's that important to you."

"You don't have to, dad." I told him. "If you think it's not right,
ummm..." I sighed. "...I don't know for sure what I'll tell our baby when
it's old enough to ask and understand, but we love each other." I
looked at Katrina, stroking her hair gently. "We just can't do it by
ourselves."

"And you feel the same way, Katrina?" My dad asked her. "You really
want to have a baby?"

"Yeah, I do." She nodded. "We've talked about it for a long time now,
Daddy. We've saved money for it, planned the future around it as best
we can. I love Susan and we're not young, or naīve, or rushing into
it. We're ready to be parents."

I smiled when I heard Katrina use my name; I think it was the first
time she'd called me Susan in my presence since our first year of
college together. I'd been 'Mistress' for so long I'd forgotten what
it sounded like coming from her lips, and my tummy did a little flip-
flop.

"Nobody's ready for kids." My dad chuckled. "Don't fool yourselves."

"We are." Katrina giggled. "As much as anyone can be, and we'll have
you and Mommy, right? You'll be here for us, won't you, Daddy?"

"Yeah." My dad nodded. "We'll always be here."

"Then tell me you'll do it, Daddy." Katrina reached out and brushed
her hand along my father's thigh, stroking the soft curling hairs and
smiling at him. "Please? Tell me you'll make a baby inside me, a child
for Susan and me to love."

"Heh...Hmmm..." My dad was almost blushing I thought, having this
beautiful young woman calling him Daddy, asking him to make her
pregnant. "I'm pretty old..." He chuckled.

"I've never been with a man." Katrina told him seriously.

"You'll be her first." I nodded. "And I'll be there, of course. I want
to be a part of it."

"Ahhh...Yeah, of course." My dad nodded, but the thought of taking
Katrina's virginity, in a sense, was obviously something that had
surprised him. "So, when did you want to..."

"Right now?" I looked at Katrina and she nodded happily.

"I hope I'm ovulating." Katrina told my dad. "I'm about ten days into
my cycle so, now would be good. If you're in the mood." She looked
pointedly at my father's stiff cock and giggled.

"I guess I can't deny that, can I?" My dad really did blush then and
he laughed softly. "But you're sure about not telling your mom? You
don't think she should..."

"No." I shook my head. "She'd be fine with it anyway, Cheryl is the
one that I have to worry about."

"Hmmmm...Yeah, your mom would be okay, I think. She's certainly having a
good time with Jim."

I laughed at that because 'good time' was an understatement. She had
her legs over Jim's shoulders while he held her lower back completely
off the floor, my brother's arms wrapped around mom's waist while he
was eating her pussy hard. Cheryl had finished with him apparently and
she was sitting back on her knees, red faced and sweating from fucking
my brother's ass with her dildo for a good ten minutes. She glanced at
us and smiled and it was a good one, so maybe she'd just needed to
work some of her frustration out of her system.

Fucking was always good for that.

"Let's go upstairs, to your bed, dad." I let Katrina move, standing up
slowly.

"My bed? What's wrong with yours?" My dad chuckled.

"It's too small, Daddy Bear, but yours is just right!" I grinned at
him, moving my legs and standing up from the sofa. "Cheryl can keep
Jim and mom busy for awhile."

"This isn't what I expected when you told us you were coming home for
a visit." My dad smiled, letting Katrina and I pull him to his feet,
each of us taking a hand.

"Are you disappointed, Daddy?" Katrina asked him with a giggle.

"Oh no, Katrina." My dad looked my beautiful slave up and down and
shook his head. "Not in the least."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"This feels strange." I brushed a lock of golden hair from Katrina's
dark blue eyes.

We were laying close together, side-by-side on my parents' bed, which
was something I would have never expected.

"What's that, Mistress?" Katrina was on her right side, facing me as I
was on my left.

I'd kicked off my shoes and removed my thong, so that we were both
naked in the soft glow of the bedside lamps. I could feel her foot
caressing my calf as Katrina moved it slowly up and down, and I was
petting her left breast, the side of it, which was soft and warm and
firm.

"Just...Everything." I sighed softly. "Being in this bed, with you and
my dad."

"Our dad." Katrina brought a finger to my lips, playing with my mouth
gently.

"Our dad." I nodded. "I never thought I'd share you with anyone."

"I don't want to be shared, Mistress." Her eyes were so dark, I was
falling into them.

My father, our Daddy, was there, sitting on the bed patiently,
watching us. He knew, I think, he understood that this was special and
more about Katrina and myself than him. It may seem callous, but the
truth of it was that we only needed his cock and sperm filled balls.
We loved him, of course, but Katrina had never wanted a man inside
her, not for pleasure, and I'd never wanted to see her with anyone.

"I know." I bit at her finger gently, catching it in my teeth and
Katrina smiled, letting me nibble gentle.

"We're going to have a baby." She moved a hand down my back, feeling
my smooth skin and I shifted just a little closer, so that our breasts
were pressed together.

"Yes, we are." I promised her.

"Make love to me now, Mistress." She bit her lip. "I want you inside
me."

"Are you ready?" I asked, wanting to make sure.

I slipped my hand between us, coaxing Katrina to spread her legs so I
could feel her smooth sex beneath my fingers. She was hot and humid
and when I touched her soft vulva the girl rewarded me with a tiny
gasp.

"Feel me, Mistress...I'm ready." She closed her eyes briefly as I split
her thin labia, the outer lips of her sex.

They were always shy, much like Katrina's clitoris, and in that
respect she was very much like a young girl. Her sweet pussy was a
hidden treasure that would reveal itself slowly, and only after it had
received proper attention. I loved Katrina's sex, as I loved
everything about her, and I slipped my fingers along the crease of her
sex, splitting those folds and finding her moist within.

"You're so small inside." I smiled at her.

"Because of you, Mistress." Katrina giggled and she squirmed slightly,
pushing with her pelvis to work my fingers a fraction deeper. She was
thinking of her infibulation, four months of enforced celibacy, in
that one respect anyway. Nothing had been inside her pussy for a long
time and she was nice and tight.

"You're ready." I agreed softly.

"Thank you, Mistress." Katrina whispered and my heart was aching for
her.

"Dad?" I turned my head to see him sitting on the edge of the bed,
patiently watching us, and enjoying our moment I think.

"Hmmm..." He smiled at me and I wondered where he'd found all that
patience.

"We're ready, I think." I felt self-conscious and nervous and excited
all at once.

This was going to be very much like making love with my dad, I
thought, but nothing like it at all. I wasn't sure what his opinion
was, but he'd been hard all night, aroused and on the edge and now he
was moving, putting his body close to Katrina's, behind her and
opposite me. He was going to have sex with the person I loved most,
but it would be me making love to her.

"Like this?" He asked softly and we were all whispering, although
there was no reason for it.

"Yeah." I looked into Katrina's eyes and she nodded.

"It's okay." She told me and I held her, watching her face as our
Daddy moved.

He would take her from behind, that was what we'd decided, and so
Katrina and I could face each other, making love to each other and
ignoring Daddy's presence. He didn't deserve that, of course, and I
didn't like the idea very much. Katrina felt a little guilty about it
as well, like we were using him. But dad understood and I'd promised
myself to make it up to him later. Katrina wouldn't love him, not
sexually, but I could.

"I'll put it in." I told them both.

I still had my hand on Katrina's sex and as our dad pressed himself
close to her back, I could feel the smooth round head of his cock
pressing between Katrina's thighs.

"You can touch me, Daddy." Katrina offered, because Dad seemed
nervous, keeping his hands away from Katrina's skin.

I grasped his cock and it was hard and heavy and strong in my hand. I
could feel the wetness from his precum and I angled it upward, coaxing
my dad silently to slide his body down so that we could get the best
angle. It was all done slowly and deliberately and with very little to
say between us. We were all breathing hard and a little nervous,
perhaps even shy just then.

"Can you feel it?" I asked Katrina and she nodded.

Katrina shifted a little, moving her hips as she felt a man's cockhead
rubbing across her thin slit for the first time in her life. I was
moving my dad's cock back and forth, working him across and between
Katrina's slippery folds as her pussy opened slowly, the petals of her
sex splitting around that hard intrusion so that she gasped and
stiffened as the tip found her small hole.

My father gave a soft grunt and he was unable to keep himself from
giving just a small thrust with his hips. He'd been excited for so
long, his manhood denied any touch, any stimulation whatsoever, and
now he could feel Katrina's hot sex surround just the smallest part of
his cock and he needed more.

"He's inside me...." Katrina licked her lips and she was breathing hard
suddenly, her heart picking up speed.

"I know." I kissed her lips. "I can feel it, he's your Daddy...He's
going to give us a baby."

"Yeah." Katrina smiled at that, but she was nervous.

She'd often spoken of her desire to be with a man, an older man who
would be her father and love her, but this was the reality of it. It
was very much like a rape fantasy might be for another woman, nice to
fantasize about, but hardly pleasant in truth. Katrina had a fear of
such things, one that she was helpless to overcome since her
childhood, since her real father had abused her. She couldn't find the
trust she needed to be intimate with a man and so she'd turned to
women, she'd turned to me and found what she needed there.

Now my dad, her father-in-law for all real purposes, was inside her,
pushing his maleness inside that most private place, into the feminine
heart of her body. It was frightening for her and I felt Katrina's
fingernails digging into my skin, her flushed body pressing harder
against me as if she sought escape from the man behind her.

"Shhh...It's okay, it's your father...He won't hurt you." I kissed her
mouth gently, looking into Katrina's eyes and she moaned into my lungs
as my dad pushed inside her again.

We could hear his breathing, the soft grunts in time with Katrina's as
he worked his thick cock deeper. She was tight for him and wet, I
knew, she was afraid and nervous, but I was there and she could endure
anything, I thought, so long as her Mistress was with her.

"I know...Ugh...It hurts a little..." Katrina smiled weakly and her eyes
were big.

"That's me inside you now...I'm making love to you, Katrina..." I rubbed
her clit gently, pressing my fingers to her little button, which had
stiffened for us now.

"Yes Mistress..." She nodded and hitched a sharp breath as my father
pushed with his hips. He was holding Katrina by the waist, pulling her
small body against him. Her eyes were wide, staring into mine all the
while, like she was afraid that if she closed them even for an instant
I'd be gone. Katrina's body was tense and I tried to soothe her.

I could feel his cock under my fingers, moving wetly in and out, a
little deeper each time. My father was very gentle, very careful with
the girl, sensing how fragile she was. Katrina could take any form of
punishment I could devise, beg me to spank her ass, or whip her tits.
I'd clamped the girl and tied her down a hundred different ways, and
Katrina had loved it. Now this simple thing, taking a man's cock
inside her womb was pushing her to the limits.

"He's all the way in." I smiled. "Can you feel it?"

My dad's cock was as far inside Katrina as it would go, impaling her
sex from behind until his balls were pressed against her flesh. He
held her like that for a long moment, letting both of them get used to
it and he kissed the back of Katrina's neck softly, pressing his lips
to her hair and stroking the girl's hip.

"Yeah..." Katrina blinked at me, seemingly surprised that it had
happened. "...I...It's okay, I think. It just hurts a little."

"That's just your imagination, slave." I laughed lightly. She was
tight, but certainly not a virgin. "I love you."

"Mistress." Katrina nodded. "I'm sorry...I don't know why I'm so
scared."

"I know." I kissed her then, wanting to steal that fear and doubt away
from her.

Her Daddy was moving again, fucking her slowly now, sliding his hard
wet cock in and out of his new daughter slowly, wanting to prolong his
pleasure. He was panting and his hands were caressing her, squeezing
Katrina's body while he moved. That was okay, it was fine, my father
did love us and I enjoyed the feel of his cock moving beneath my hand.
I pressed Katrina's clit to the shaft as much as I could, wanting her
to feel pleasure from it.

I slipped my tongue eagerly into Katrina's mouth, playing across hers
and determined that she would know how deeply I loved her. I was
making love to her then, moving my body back and forth, not much, but
enough so she could feel it. Our breast rubbing together, damp and
sticky with sweat. Our legs entwined and our mouths locked in a kiss
that seemed both tender and desperate all at once.

My father moved faster, feeling the urgency now. He had a beautiful
young woman wrapped around his cock, his daughter in everything but
blood, and he was stretching her pussy nicely, feeling Katrina's cunt
squeeze him, molding itself tenderly around his cock. I could imagine
all of that and more, it was described in my father's impassioned
moans and Katrina's breathless sighs. They were moving together, and
moving with me; all three of us fucking together, making a child
perhaps, and making love.

"Ohhh...M-Mistress..." Katrina groaned and I lowered my head as she pushed
me down.

Katrina was going to cum, she was on the edge of an orgasm, and she
needed something to push her over. The fear was still there, it would
never go away, but the nervousness was gone, replaced with pleasure as
her body awoke to the physical joy of being fucked by a real cock. She
just needed something more, some small sensation and I gave it to her,
taking Katrina's left nipple in my mouth, sucking at her tit hard and
flicking my tongue over it and playing with her ring.

And when I felt her fingers in my hair, begging for it, I bit her
breast hard, just behind her nipple, giving her a sudden shot of pain
that she loved. It was what she wanted and needed and she moaned
loudly then, holding me hard to her breast and fucking her cunt back
on her father's cock. Katrina was cumming, finally and for the first
time around a man, and it was good for her. It was special and the
spasms that rocked her pussy must have felt good for my dad because a
few seconds later he grunted and stabbed his cock as deep a possible
into her womb.

I could feel his cock pulsing, the base of it beneath my fingers, the
rest buried inside my lover's hungry sex. He was filling her with his
cum, shooting sperm inside my beautiful Katrina and trying to make her
pregnant. The thought was intoxicating and I moved my head even lower,
kissing my way to Katrina's taut stomach, pressing my mouth to her
quivering flesh and imagining I could feel my father's cock inside her
there. He was cumming inside her womb and I was kissing her belly,
hoping that one of those tiny sperms would find her egg and give us a
child.

"Stay inside her, Daddy." I whispered to my father. "Stay hard inside
her, can you do that?" I was moving around, turning my body so that my
head was between Katrina's thighs and I was presenting my pussy to her
mouth.

Our Daddy groaned something unintelligible, he was still inside
Katrina, and still hard enough for the moment. He was kissing her neck
and hair gently, stroking her skin and loving his new daughter while
his cock continued to leak baby-making sperm inside her clasping womb.

I pressed my lips to their wet union, feeling the heat between them as
Katrina spread her thighs for me and wrapped her arms around my waist,
pulling my own sex to her panting mouth. I licked at the girl's
clitoris, kissing it blindly and then my father's cock, that small
part of the shaft growing from out her swollen vulva. I could feel my
father's balls against my nose, smell the pungent aroma of their
fucking and I used my tongue and lips on every part of their joined
sex that I could reach. I tasted them together, rich and salty and
tangy-sweet, a heady mix of sex for my palate that I savored.

Katrina made love to me at that same time, taking my cunt against her
mouth, desperate to have me as it had been far too long for either of
us. She licked around my pussy the way I liked it, but soon her thirst
became too much for patience and Katrina stiffened her tongue so that
she could split the soft walls of my cunt and taste the hot interior.
I hunched my hips, grinding myself towards my first orgasm of the
night.

Our Daddy's cock had begun to soften, inevitably I suppose, as he
wasn't a young man any longer, but I strove to keep him excited. I
moved my mouth to my dad's balls, taking them in my mouth one at a
time as my chin rubbed Katrina's soft mound and hard little clitoris.
I sucked and washed Daddy's testicles gently and then nibbled at the
base of his cock, using my pursed lips and teeth to keep him
stimulated. I brought my finger to his anus, teasing him with it,
licking the tip and pressing it inward slowly.

I think it worked, at least as much as the obvious pleasure he was
getting just from being with us. My father's cock had softened, but
remained inside Katrina long enough to grow strong once more. And
after five minutes or so he was moving once again, fucking my slave's
sperm filled hole and I came at last, shuddering with the pleasure of
being loved by my Katrina's tongue, and being able to kiss her own
beautiful sex as it was again being fucked lovingly by our Daddy's
thick cock.

Some one of us was moving after a few minutes, perhaps it was my
father's idea, or Katrina's, but it hardly mattered. We shifted slowly
and carefully, with sighs and giggles and soft moans, until Katrina
was straddling my face and kissing my charged clit while she fingered
my hole gently. And Daddy was behind her now, on his knees, fucking
his beautiful young daughter from behind so that their juices ran
thickly from Katrina's stretched cunt, down her thighs and even
dripping onto my face.

I could see old sperm and precum and Katrina's orgasmic juices being
fucked into a bubbly white froth, escaping from her dark sex with
every thrust of her father-in-law's cock, for that was what he was. He
was fucking his daughter now, and hard, much harder than he'd been
able to do it while laying on their sides. He was slamming his cock
inside Katrina's cunt easily and she was taking it without complaint,
her body jerking with each thrust. My father was holding her by the
ass, looking down so he could see his cock sliding in and out, and see
his daughter beneath that, lapping hungrily at their juices.

"Let me taste..." I breathed at one point, unable to help myself as I
grasped my father's cock, wanting to have one good sample of his cock
covered with Katrina's cunt.

Daddy pulled out of her and then pushed his cock into my mouth,
staring at me with his eyes wide, smiling and damp with perspiration.
His daughter was sucking him, if only for a moment, loving the cock
that made her, and I was happy doing it. I could have sucked my Daddy
dry, I think, but right then I wanted him to cum inside Katrina once
more. To give us another load of his potent sperm.

And so I pulled my father's cock from my tightly stretched lips
reluctantly and guided his hot wet shaft once more to Katrina's sex.
She moaned into my cunt as our father penetrated her once more,
sliding his heavy cock all the way inside with one long thrust and I
busied myself once more with the delightful task of cumming into
Katrina's sweet mouth. She was bringing me off at will by then,
knowing precisely what I wanted and needed and doing everything she
could to make it wonderful for me.

Somewhere in the middle of what must have been my fourth really good
orgasm, one which found Katrina's fingers fucking my ass while she
nibbled my labia hard with her lips and teeth, my father groaned, his
breathless voice telling us between groans that he was cumming again.
He was pushed as deep into Katrina as he'd been all night and his
balls seemed to contract and spasm before my eyes, pumping their
precious fluid into my slave's receptive womb. I lifted my head,
taking them in my mouth, wanting to feel those orbs in their soft sack
emptying into my slave's belly.

He held himself inside Katrina for a few minutes, enjoying all the
various sensations we were giving him, before he finally softened,
enough so that just the pressure of Katrina's sex was enough to push
my father out, and some wetness spilled over my face. I licked at it
even as I turned us, rolling away from our Daddy so that Katrina was
on her back, giggling and happy and I grabbed a pillow, elevating her
ass and telling her to keep that sperm inside. I didn't know if it
would make any real difference or not to her chances of getting
pregnant, but it was funny anyway. Katrina covered her pussy with her
hand obediently, licking her lips and watching my face for approval.

"Thank you, Daddy." I smiled at my dad who was laying down, grinning
and red faced and watching us with a slightly amused look on his face.

"Yeah..." He breathed and then laughed lightly. "...No problem."

"Let me clean you up." I giggled, wondering if I could make him hard
again.

"Thank you, Daddy." Katrina turned her head, smiling and then reached
out with her hand to squeeze his.

"Katrina," My dad looked at her seriously, "A girl...A woman, like you...
You're truly beautiful."

"Thank you, Daddy." Katrina actually blushed, laying there soaked in
the man's sperm, her pussy raw and pink and stretched from our
father's cock. She'd just fucked him and Daddy could still make her
blush.

That was why I loved them, both of them, and I giggled like a teenager
as I put my mouth on my dad's soft penis, determined to lick him clean
and if he got hard...I'd give him the best blowjob of his life. He might
like that, I thought, since I was his little girl again.


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