The Dollhouse

Abby always had mixed feelings when Amelia brought her into her office for what the girls called a "talking session" -- not to be confused with a "fucking session". She played with the edge of her skirt as she sat on the loveseat. Amelia sat down in the chair opposite her and cleared her throat, making Abby look up.

"I just wanted to check in with you, Abby, to see how you're doing. You've been exposed to a lot of new ideas with the other girls' therapy sessions lately, and I would like to find out how you feel about all of it."

Abby unconsciously pulled her skirt up and started rubbing the front of her panties. Amelia watched as the nine-year-old squirmed in her seat. She was a pretty enough girl, but with a strange quality to her face -- almost like an ugly duckling that was going to blossom into a swan. Her ears were too big. Her eyebrows stood out. Her hair was always a mess of locks.

"You mean the raping?" Abby asked, slipping her fingers down inside her waistband.

"Yes, the rape sessions, Abby," Amelia said, watching the girl finger herself unabashedly. "Do I take it from the fact that you are touching your pussy right now that you find the rape sessions to be a turn on?"

Abby nodded, and her blonde locks danced against her cheeks. Her bright, red lips spread into a smile.

"What is it about watching your sisters get raped that makes you horny, Dear?"

"It reminds me of watching my old mommy," Abby said.

Amelia nodded and smiled.

"Yes, your mother was a prostitute. I imagine taking part in Penelope's session last night brought back some memories for you."

"Mamma never had that many cocks at once. But I remember how she moaned when the men paid her."

"And the idea of Penelope getting fucked for money turns you on?"

Abby nodded again and smiled.

"So you watched your mother with her clients. Did she know about that?"

Abby looked down shyly.

"It's okay, Darling. You can tell me anything. I'm your Mommy now, and I promise to take care of you."

"She caught me watching one time. Then she made me watch."

"Why did she do that, Dear?" Amelia asked, scribbling this new information down in Abby's chart.

"She said I needed to see how mean the men were. She didn't want me to be a whore like her."

"Did the men know that you were there?" Amelia asked.

Abby shrugged. "Maybe. One of them kept looking at the closet where I was hiding one time."

"So your mother had you hide in the closet to watch her fuck her clients? To see how mean they were. How did that affect you?"

Abby smiled and pushed her fingers into her warm, wet cunt. She sighed and spread her legs farther apart on the loveseat.

"It made me want to be fucked like that," Abby said.

"And why is that, Abby?" Amelia asked.

"Because I could see how much Mamma liked it," Abby replied. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "I wanted him to put it in me and make me moan like Mamma did. I could tell she had the tinglies."

"Did the men hurt you mother? You seemed to like our slapping exercise the other day. It made me think you had seen that sort of thing before."

"Mamma would beg them to slap her in her 'sexy' voice," Abby crooned. "Hit me, Gary. I'm such a dirty girl."

"When you came here, Abby, you seemed quite afraid of men. Have you gotten over that now?"

Abby smiled.

"I love Daddy," she moaned. "He can teach me how to be a filthy whore like my mamma was."

Amelia watched as Abby played with her pussy. She thought the girl might actually be thrusting her fingers inside of herself.

"You want Daddy to be your first, don't you?" Amelia asked.

Abby nodded.

"He's going to pop my cherry cunt like he did Julie's."

"Do you think you're ready for Daddy's big cock inside your little pussy, Abby?"

Abby shrugged.

"Let me feel inside your pussy, Dear, and see how tight you are. Take your panties off for Mommy and lie back with your legs spread wide."

Abby did as Amelia asked, holding her spindly, little thighs apart. Amelia kissed the girl's vulva and then licked her slit.

"I'm going to eat you out to get you nice and wet before I put my finger in you. That way, in case I hurt you, it will feel better because you're turned on."

"Okay," Abby said, looking down eagerly at the woman between her thighs.

Amelia licked the nine-year-old's hairless cunt, feeling the girl's response. Abby pushed her hips up, rising to meet Amelia's tongue. Once she tasted the girl's moisture and felt her start to shudder under her mouth, Amelia slipped her finger between the folds of the child's vagina. Abby was incredibly tight on Amelia's finger, but as she worked the tip of her digit in and out of the little hole, Abby started to dilate, and Amelia felt the girl's hymen pushing back. She got down, spreading Abby's labia open, and she saw the membrane sealing her off. There was a hole in the middle of it, not big enough for Amelia's finger to pass through without hurting the girl, but it was big enough for Abby's little finger to get in and start stretching it out.

"The perforation in your hymen is incredibly small," Amelia told her. They had studied vaginal anatomy in science class, so Amelia knew that Abby understood what she was explaining. "If you want a dick to be able to fit in there, you need to start stretching it."

"I thought the dick stretched it for me," Abby said.

"Well, it will certainly stretch it more. And in cases like Julie's it can even rip it and make it bleed. Many girls find their first sexual experience painful and don't want to ever have sex again after that. But if you stretch it out beforehand, your first time will be a lot more pleasurable."

"But I want Daddy to hurt me. I want him to make me bleed like Julie did," Abby protested.

"Trust me, Abby," Amelia said, looking up from the girl's cunt into her eyes. "It will definitely hurt if you take a cock like Daddy's at your age."

"That's good," Abby said, relaxing and smiling. "I want him to know that I'm willing to hurt for him."

Amelia crawled up the girl's body and kissed her mouth.

"Daddy already knows that, Abby," she said. "If you're serious about this, then we should start stretching your hymen."

Amelia guided Abby's finger to the opening in her hymen.

"Feel this hole? You should finger this hole every day. You're too small still for even my finger to get in there just yet. But your fingers are just the right size. I want you to start finger fucking yourself every time you rub your pussy," Amelia instructed. "Play with your cilt first so that you're nice and wet and turned on. And even when you're wet, it's a good idea to lick your finger to make it even wetter. Just tease your hole until it eventually opens up enough for your finger to start really fucking it."

Amelia watched as Abby touched her hymen. Abby looked up at Amelia with such bright, expectant eyes.

"Like this, Mommy?" she asked.

"That's perfect, Darling. When you get it wide enough, I'll start fucking you with my fingers to open you up even more."

"It feels strange, Mommy. It kind of hurts."

"Keep playing with your clit as you do it, Dear. Yes, like that. Good girl."

Amelia watched as Abby brought herself to orgasm by fucking the perforation in her hymen.

"Oh, God, Mommy! I'm doing it! I'm opening my slutty pussy up for Daddy to FUCK!"

Amelia kissed her and pinched the girl's nipples as she reached her climax. Although it would be a while before Abby was capable of taking John's cock inside her, Amelia couldn't help but smile at the prospect.

---

After debriefing John concerning Abby's therapy session, she was concerned to see John frowning instead of smiling like she'd expected.

"What troubles you, Love?" Amelia asked.

"She wants to be a whore like her mother?" John asked.

"Well, I don't think anyone can truly credit the career goals of a nine-year-old," Amelia reassured him, "whether she wants to be a whore or a mathematician, it's all about fantasy at that age."

"But do you ever wonder if we're just..." John started.

"What, Darling?" Amelia pressed.

"Are we just training them to be prostitutes when they grow up? I mean, I loved making Penelope feel like a whore last night, but if that's all these girls want out of life... Where are we leading them?"

Amelia saw the furrow of John's eyebrows, the pain and worry etched in the lines of his face. She reached up and caressed his cheek.

"We are empowering them to no longer fear sex," she said gently. "Where they go with that once they graduate from here is up to them. They might be waitresses, they might be CEOs, they might be whores. But whatever they choose, they will do so knowing that they are not victims who need to fear sex."

"Even if we victimize them by giving them back to their rapists?" John asked.

And here, Amelia realized, was the crux of his pain: He fears for his daughter's future.

"John, you have to trust me that when Madison gives her body to the man who raped her, she will no longer be his victim. When he slaps her and spits in her face and shoves his cock into her, she will find freedom from the torment of what he did to her before. She'll embrace it as part of herself. She will be free."

"But look at you, Amelia, you overcame your sexual trauma to... "

"To what, John?" she asked. His tone was accusatory, and she resented it. "To play with little girls' twats? Yes. But I have a master's degree in sexual therapy. I was able to go to school and graduate at the top of my class at every level of my academic career. I could have done it on my back if I'd wanted to because I had come to terms with my pussy. But I never once fucked my professors for grades. I worked day and night to learn. I accomplished my goals. And now I'm breaking ground in a new field that nobody would have believed was possible..."

John cut her off with a kiss.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I had no right to question..."

She returned the favor, pressing her hot mouth to his.

"I know you worry about your daughter. I know you worry about your soul," she said, touching his face. "Yes, they might choose to be whores. But they will choose it for themselves if they do."

"You're right," he said. "If any of them achieve half of what you have, I'll be so proud of them."

"Are you afraid for Madison?" she asked. "Afraid of letting that man abuse her?"

"No," he replied. "I'm afraid of how much it turns me on."

"The fact that it turns her on is all that you need to think about," Amelia assured him.

"I hope you're right."

"When she begs you to eat his cum out of her, you'll know I'm right."

John smiled and pushed Amelia down onto the floor and reached up under her skirt.

"So you never fucked any of your professors?" he asked teasingly.

"Not until after I'd passed their classes," she replied with a smile.

---

Preston still felt weird eating at the table with seven hyper-sexual girls looking at him. He couldn't believe how sexy their school uniforms were. And the way Becky, Hannah, and Tansy kept sneaking in ways to touch his body without Penelope noticing made his dick constantly hard.

"I've invited Preston to stay for the weekend," Amelia announced at lunch, "to thank him for helping us with Penelope's rape last night."

Preston felt his sister's hand reach under the table and find his cock where it was straining in the leg of his pants.

"You were amazing," Penelope told him.

"It was all their idea," Preston said, glancing over at John and Amelia while trying to keep his breathing steady while Penelope gently squeezed and stroked his dick.

"I loved the part where you used me as a mattress to fuck him, Mommy," Penelope said. "It felt so degrading. I came so hard on the cock that was inside of me, whoever it was."

"That would be me, my love," Harrison said. "Your little twat was milking me for all it was worth."

"I thought I felt you cum in me," she said. "It was all so incredible, though, I couldn't be sure. I would have sworn there were like ten different men that used my pussy last night."

"All part of the plan, Precious," John told her.

"By the way, it was all that Hannah, Tansy and I could do not to jump your brother's bones while bringing him back here," Becky told Penelope.

"We had to settle for giving him a handjob in the back of Hannah's car," Tansy said.

"It went everywhere," Hannah said. "I think I even got some in my hair in back."

"Well now that he's passed his STD screening, we can fuck him, right, Mommy?" Tansy asked.

"I granted him a contract employment status yesterday in order to let him legally help us rape Penelope since he's an adult. However, before I let you girls have your way with him, I need to give him a thorough interview," Amelia said.

John noticed the twinkle in her eye.

"An interview, eh," he asked. "Will it be as thorough as mine was?"

Amelia looked at John, trying to judge the level of his jealousy in the matter. He looked almost as turned on as perturbed. She dismissed his jealousy with a smile, leaning over to stroke his leg.

"Yes, my love," she told him. "I want to give him a completely thorough interview. If he's going to be fucking my girls, I need to know his talents in that area. The only way to truly gauge that is with my mouth, pussy and arsehole. Do you have any objections?"

John smiled back at Amelia. She was testing him. He always wondered why he was the only man allowed to fuck the girls -- not that he minded. But having another cock to entertain them would certainly be a relief to his sore member.

"Do I get to watch?" John asked.

Amelia smiled and kissed him.

"Not only that," she crooned, "you get to clean my holes afterwards."

"Oh my god," Preston moaned, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

"You're going to like it here," Penelope told him.

"Are you horny right now, Preston?" Amelia asked.

Preston had to gulp before he could answer. Even after that, he was afraid to speak, so he merely nodded.

"Well, I'm afraid the salad dressing is a little wanting today. Would you mind cumming on it for us?"

"You want me to...?" he asked, his eyeballs wide with shock.

"Jack off onto the salad, yes," Amelia replied. "Stand up, take out your cock, and spray your load right into the bowl. We all want to get a good look at your cock, and personally, I would like to taste your semen as well."

"Holy shit," he groaned.

"If you think you need any help, I'm sure any of the girls would be willing to..."

Amelia was cut off as Becky, Hannah, Tansy, and Penelope all rose from their chairs at once.

"...to offer assistance," Amelia finished, gesturing to the girls who were standing. "But personally, I would like to watch you stroke it yourself."

"It's okay, Baby," Penelope told him, tugging on his elbow to encourage him to stand.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, rising on his shaky legs.

"Awwww, no fair. I wanted to stroke him," Becky said, slumping back down into her chair.

"Can I hold the salad bowl for you?" Hannah offered, unbuttoning her blouse a bit before bending over the table to hold the salad bowl in front of him.

Penelope unzipped Preston's pants and everyone watched as she took his dick out. He reached down and started fisting his raging boner as he looked down at Hannah's cleavage.

"It's okay if you get some on my face or my tits," Hannah reassured him.

"Oh my god," Preston whimpered.

"In fact, if you want to just aim for my mouth," she said, and she dropped her jaw, opening up to give him a target.

"Fuck yes," he moaned, stroking himself to the gorgeous eighteen-year-old brunette in front of him.

The first blast did indeed hit Hannah's face, and some of it even went in her mouth, but Penelope quickly reached down and aimed her brother's cock at the salad bowl as Hannah laughed and licked the cum dripping down her upper lip.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. "Yes, shoot it out for us, handsome," Hannah encouraged him.

"It's so much," Julie said, standing part way up to look into the bowl and watch Preston's cum coat their lunch. "I can't wait to try it!"

"No fair, you greedy bitch," Becky teased Hannah. "Give me that face and let me lick him off of you."

Preston watched in awe as Becky leaned over the table and slowly licked his cum off of Hannah. He forgot to keep stroking his dick so Penelope helped him to milk the last drops of it out onto the salad as he watched the Becky clean Hannah's face. Becky turned to him and showed him her tongue covered in his jizz, then she sat down and turned to Tansy and shared it with the blonde.

"Mmmmmm," Tansy moaned as Becky fed his cum to her, the two swapped it back and forth a few times as everyone watched them savor Preston's load until they were done playing with it and swallowed it down with a happy gulp.

Amelia took the bowl and tossed Preston's cum using the big fork and spoon. She smelled the bowl, smiling at the aroma before serving it onto her plate and passing the bowl.

"That was good. I want more," Becky said, tasting the salad.

"I've got a load for you, Love," Harrison said, taking his dick out and offering it to the seventeen-year-old.

"Can I, Mommy? Can I suck Grandad off?" Becky asked excitedly.

"You may," Amelia told her. "I've hired my father on as well. And while he's not to fuck any of your pussies without my express approval, you may service him with your mouths as you like," Amelia told the girls.

They all watched as Becky dropped to her knees in front of the overweight, balding, British man. He held Becky's head in his hands and started fucking her mouth with abandon, shoving his dick down her throat and making her gag.

Meanwhile, Madison quietly reached over and unzipped John's pants and took his erection out and started sucking it. She looked up at her father and smiled as she bobbed her head in his lap.

Amelia leaned over to John and said quietly, "We're going to have quite a time finding something appropriate enough to push Becky's boundaries for her rape session. She's such a humiliation-loving slut."

"I agree," John said with a moan, relaxing into the sensation of his twelve-year-old daughter sucking his cock. "Oh, Madison, that feels so good, Princess," he moaned.

Tansy noticed that Preston's cock had returned to life, and she sank to her knees next to him and took it into her mouth. He looked over at his sister, fearful that she would disapprove.

"Shove it right down her throat when you cum," Penelope told him. "It felt so good when you did that to me last night. And then pull it out and squirt the rest all over her face so I can lick it off of her."

Preston merely groaned in response, watching the blonde's head bob up and down on his pole as she looked up at him.

---

"I know this is going to be uncomfortable," Amelia told Preston as he sat down next to her on the loveseat. "But I want you to try to relax."

"No offense," Preston said, clearing his throat. "Because I totally appreciate everything... and I mean everything you've let me do so far, but..." He glanced nervously back and forth between Amelia and John. "I mean, if I'm just going to go home Sunday, do we need all this formality."

"Amelia and I have been talking, Preston, and we'd love it if you came back from time to time to help us when we -- excuse my frankness -- need another cock to fuck the girls with. Would you be willing to come back and have sex with underage girls sometime?"

"Oh, really?" Preston said, immediately perking up and then trying to remain calm once he realized how eager he sounded. "I didn't realized that there was more that... I mean, yeah. That's cool."

"Now that we have that out of the way," Amelia said, running her hand up Preston's thigh. "Let's start with the basics. Kiss me."

"Just like...?" he said, glancing down at her lips.

"Yes. Just like..." she replied, her warm breath tantalizing his nostrils.

He leaned in and tentatively touched his mouth to hers. He groaned in surprise when her lips parted and he felt her tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth to her and moaned as she explored him. Their tongues wrestled for some time. John felt his cock swelling in his pants as he watched the woman he loved give her mouth to this young man so sensually.

"Not bad," she said when they broke their kiss. "I can tell you're nervous. It's natural. Believe me, John was a wreck when he first came here."

Preston glanced at the man. He'd forgotten he was there for a moment. John merely smiled at him.

"There's something else we'd like to talk to you about, Preston," Amelia said, stroking his cock through his pants. "But before we do, your dick feels so warm and swollen. Wouldn't it be more comfortable if we took it out and you let me stroke it for you?"

Preston leaned back and watched Amelia's deft fingers as she slowly pulled his zipper down. He gasped as he felt her reach in and fish his throbbing member out.

"Ohhh, so lovely," she said as she gently squeezed him and started stroking him with her fist.

"You're so good at that," Preston gasped.

"Mmmmmm," Amelia replied teasingly. "Did your mother ever stroke your cock, Preston?"

"Uhm..." he stammered.

"It couldn't have been easy, what she put you through. Using you like that to punish your sister," Amelia told him as she continued to stroke him.

"It was... fucked up... to say the least," he replied.

Amelia bent over and took Preston's dick into her mouth.

"We want you to know, Preston," John continued for her, watching his lover suck the young man's dick, "is that while we value you as an employee and welcome you as another cock to fuck these girls, we are also sensitive to what you've been through. We want to offer you the chance for any therapy you might need to help you overcome what your mother put you through."

"Oh, uh, okay," Preston said, looking down at Amelia's head bobbing in his lap.

"We've found that talking about trauma while receiving positive sexual experiences is a good way transform that trauma and view it in a different light. Things always look a lot sexier when we're already turned on," John continued.

"Uh huh," Preston returned.

"So, what did your mom's pussy feel like?" John asked.

"Wha? Uh, wow. Okay. Well, mmmmmm, it was a lot tighter than I expected, to be honest. I mean -- god this feels good -- sorry. I mean no where near as tight as Penny's cunt. But, nice. She's a good fuck."

"Did you ever fuck her outside of the times she used you to get back at your sister?" John asked.

He could tell by the way Preston was sheepishly glancing about that it was true.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Preston. Sex is powerful. We often turn to it even when we feel it's not right."

"Yeah, I did," he said. "It was fucked up, but I... I mean, I hated her for hurting Penny. But I love her as my mom. And her cunt was just... She knew how to make me feel good."

"That's a completely legitimate response," John told him.

"Are you going to tell Penny?" Preston asked nervously.

"I'm not," John replied. "But I think you should. I really think she'll surprise you with how forgiving she can be."

"But won't it hurt her?"

"Probably," John answered. "But sometimes we have to hurt people in order to help them. Like when you came on your sister's face and called her a whore."

Preston looked down at Amelia's head in his lap and sighed.

"I want you to give in to the fact that you enjoyed fucking your mom, Preston," John told him. "Imagine that Amelia is your mother. Talk to her like she's your mom. Do whatever you did with your mom."

"Even fuck her?" Preston asked.

"Especially that," John replied. "I'll leave if you want. But I want you to use Amelia. Close your eyes if you need to, or don't -- it's up to you. What did your mother call you?"

"She called me her little man," Preston replied.

"Mmmmm," Amelia said, taking her mouth off his dick. "My little man," she crooned with a smile.

"And what did you call your mother? Call Amelia that. Try it now," John encouraged.

"Oh, Mommy!" Preston gasped.

"Do you want to fuck Mommy's pussy, my little man?" she asked.

"Yes, Mommy!" he cried.

John quietly slipped through the side door of the office into the observation room. Standing at the two-way mirror was Penelope, rubbing her pussy inside her panties.

"I knew he enjoyed it," she said with tears in her eyes. "I'm glad he enjoyed it. He's such a good brother."

John stood behind Penelope and wrapped his arms around her.

"And you're a good sister for wanting him to feel happy, Precious," he told her.

"Daddy, will you fuck me while I watch him? I want to cum with him on your dick."

John lifted the back of her skirt and pulled her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them and waited as he took his dick out of his pants. Then he lifted her thigh, and she reached down to guide him into her. He was happy to feel how wet she was.

"Mmmmm, you feel so good, Precious," he told her as he pushed into her swollen cunt.

She gasped at the sensation of his dick pressing into her. She still hurt from what she'd endured the night before, but she ached for more.

"I love you, Daddy," she moaned as his cock filled her.

"I love you too, Penelope," he said as he started fucking her.

They watched through the mirror as Preston lay back and Amelia crawled on top of his cock.

"I both hate and love watching them fuck," she said.

"I know exactly what you mean," John replied.

She reached up behind to touch his face and stroke his neck. John leaned over and kissed her as she turned her head to him. Her warm mouth was trembling.

"You can cry if you need to, Precious," he said.

"That's okay, Daddy," she said. "I'd rather moan instead."

John smiled at her and thrust into her harder. They heard Amelia cry out through the glass. They turned to watch Preston's cock thrusting into her vagina over and over.

"When you go to suck his cum from her pussy, can I come with you and clean him off?" she asked.

"That's a beautiful idea," John told her.

"And then, maybe, I'll make him eat your cum out of me like my mom used to make him do. I used to hate how she used my pussy to hurt him, but the idea of feeding your loving cock juice to my brother makes me so horny, Daddy."

"It makes me horny, too, Precious," John said.

He lifted her up by both her legs. Her knees draped over his forearms, and he held her there as his cock pistoned in and out of her fourteen-year-old pussy.

"Yes!" she cried.

She heard her brother moan and watched as he stopped fucking Amelia and held his dick in her. She could see her brother's balls clenching as he sprayed his semen into the woman she called Mommy. Then he called her that, too.

"MOMMY!" Preston cried as he came in Amelia's pussy.

"My little man," she crooned, and she looked over her shoulder at the mirror so that John and Penelope could see the smile on her face.

"I'm cumming, Daddy!" Penelope moaned.

Watching Amelia receive the eighteen-year-old boy's seed pushed John over the edge. He groaned as he came in Penelope's cunt.

"Yes!" he gasped. "I'm filling you so you can make him eat my cum, Penelope!"

---

Preston gasped as John and Penelope walked into the room, hand-in-hand. Preston's cock was still out, deflating, and Amelia was settling her skirt into place.

"Penny!" he said, rushing to try to put his dick back into his pants.

She rushed to her brother and fell to her knees in front of him. She took his cock and opened her mouth and sucked him in. He looked down at her in astonishment as she smiled up at him. She sucked the cum from his shaft, then she let his cock slide out of her mouth with a plop.

"Mommy's cum tastes so good on your dick," she told him. "I loved watching you fuck her!"

"You... you saw that?" he asked in astonishment.

"Daddy fucked my pussy while we watched Mommy ride your cock," she told him.

John sat in the chair opposite the loveseat, and Amelia got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to take his dick into her mouth.

"Holy shit!" Preston exclaimed. "You're not mad?"

"Never," she told him. "I love that you love fucking Mommy," she said, hinting at the secret he'd kept from her.

"Penny, I..." he stammered.

She sat down on the loveseat next to him and lifted her skirt.

"I want you to eat Daddy's cum from my pussy. Just like Mommy used to make you do," she said.

Preston looked from her sloppy, exposed cunt to the playful glint in her eye. She was biting her lip, waiting for his reply. He didn't say anything. He just got down on his knees and buried his face between her thighs and started licking John's cum from her vagina.

John and Amelia switched spots in the chair, and she spread her legs and fed John the boy's cum.

"Isn't he delicious, John?" she asked. "His young seed is so virile, and it's sloshing around in my fertile womb. What if I have his baby, John? I'll make you raise it."

John moaned as he licked his lover's sloppy pussy, fantasizing about watching her belly grow and knowing that the child in her was anyone's but his.

"What?" Preston asked in astonishment, his head whipping around toward Amelia.

She smiled as she looked down on the boy's cum-smeared face.

"Don't worry, Preston," she said. "I'm only teasing John because he loves the torment. There's no way you could get me pregnant because I already am."

"What?" John asked, looking up from Amelia's cunt.

"I didn't say anything this morning because you were in bed with Penelope, but I threw up first thing. I haven't taken a test yet, but I'm almost sure, John."

John crawled up Amelia's body to kiss her mouth, smearing Preston's cum all over her lips.

"Oh, Amelia!" he gasped. "Is it...?"

"I don't know whose it is," she said. "But I hope it's Daddy's. I want to bear my father's child so badly, John."

John kissed her again. He felt his cock growing back to life. He was going to be a father -- of someone else's child!

---

Everyone watched as Amelia squatted over the bowl in the kitchen floor and let loose a stream of golden urine. She had called Jillian to come back and do a blood test, but it would be a while before the doctor could get there, so she sent Hannah out for an over-the-counter pregnancy test. After she finished, she set the stick down on the counter to wait for the result.

"I want to taste your pregnancy pee, Mommy," Becky told her.

Amelia handed the bowl of warm fluid to the girl and watched as Becky tilted it up and took a couple of swallows of her piss. Tansy took the bowl from Becky next and groaned as she took a swig.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, stupid," Becky teased, but she was beaming with pride at how the younger blonde girl was choosing to be kinky.

Penelope took it next and took a slip, wrinkling her nose. She handed it to Preston who looked Amelia in the eye as he swallowed her piss. She smiled at him to let him know she was proud of him. Julie took several swallows and smacked her mouth after drinking it. Madison looked at John as she swallowed a sip. Abby held her nose and took a tiny sip before handing it to Hannah who took a swig as well. John tipped up the bowl when Hannah handed it to him, savoring the bitter, salty taste of what he hoped was the proof of Harrison's child inside Amelia's belly. Amelia kissed him when he set the bowl down, licking her urine from his lips.

They waited the few minutes that it took in trepidation, counting down before looking to see if the second blue line had appeared. Amelia gasped when she picked the stick up off the counter. She handed it to John and turned immediately to kiss her father.

"You're going to be a grandfather for real!" she told him. "And maybe a father, too!"

"Oh, Millie, my sweet!" he exclaimed, pulling her mouth to his.

"Is it really Grandad's baby, Daddy?" Madison asked her father.

"I hope so, Princess," he said with a smile.

"But don't you want to put your own baby inside Mommy's belly?"

John squatted down next to Madison and held her hands.

"No, Princess. I want to put my baby inside your belly. When you're ready."

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly. He hugged her back pressing her young breasts to his chest.

"I want that, too," she whispered. "I want all my babies to be yours. And then you can fuck them, too. Just like you fuck me."

John's cock stirred in his pants. He'd have to be sure to ask Jillian when she came how old Madison needed to be before she could have his baby.

---

That night, as Amelia and Harrison headed off to bed, Hannah gave her bedroom over to Penelope and Preston, and the remaining girls started bickering over who would get to sleep with Daddy in the therapy room now that the rape table had been set aside.

"It'll probably be Madison," Becky groaned. "Daddy's favorite little cunt."

"She was already his favorite. I get that it means a lot to them that they're really related and all," Tansy said. "But I just want him, too, you know?"

"You guys are being snobs," Hannah said. "Daddy loves us all. Besides, you guys at least get guaranteed fuck sessions with him for your therapy. I'm just hired help."

"Yeah, but you're brunette," Tansy said, throwing a pillow at her.

Madison sat in her bed, feeling the resentment of her sisters building like a burning behind her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" she screamed. "Okay?!"

The other girls turned to look at her in shock. Quiet, happy, little Madison was crying.

"I don't mean to! I just..."

Julie came over and rubbed Madison's back. Becky and Tansy were looking at Madison in shock, with their mouths agape. Hannah felt like she should do something, say something, but she was at a loss.

Abby came in from the bathroom and saw Madison crying and Julie comforting her.

"Why is Madison sad?" she asked Hannah.

"It's our fault," Hannah admitted. "We were being mean. We shouldn't have been." She turned to Madison and said, "I'm sorry."

"We don't really resent you," Tansy said, sitting down on the edge of Madison's bed.

Becky plopped down on her bed as well and took Madison's hand.

"We were acting like bitches. We're sorry, Mads," she said.

"You guys are mean sometimes," Julie told them.

"Look at you, Red!" Becky remarked. "Sticking up for the littles. I like your balls, sister."

"You're proving Julie's point," Hannah told Becky.

"Look, we say mean things sometimes because we're frustrated," Becky told Madison. "It's not right for us to take it out on you, though. I know Daddy loves me. The way he fucked me the other night proved that. It's just..."

"We get jealous sometimes," Tansy said. "You're so pretty and sweet."

"You progressed through your therapy faster than any of us," Becky added. "And, well, you're hot and lucky and that makes me insecure next to you."

Madison looked up at Becky with red eyes. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and let out a chortle.

"You're insecure? You're like the hottest girl I've ever met. You two are so grown up and cool," Madison said, looking at Tansy too. "I wish I was as sexy as you."

"We all have things we're insecure about," Hannah said. "I'm jealous, too. You get to fuck your actual Daddy. And that's so wonderful and beautiful."

"You're one lucky little bitch," Becky told her. "But you're our sister, and we don't hate you."

Madison leaned into Becky, resting her head against the older girl's breasts. Tansy wrapped her arms around both of them. Julie and Abby joined in, and Hannah came last to wrap her arms around all of them.

"Wow," John said, coming in on the group hug. "I love watching my girls love each other."

Hannah reached out her hand and pulled John into the love as well.

"How was your cum eating?" Hannah asked.

"It was humiliating and disgusting," John replied with a smile.

Becky grabbed his face and kissed him, tasting Harrison's cum on him.

"Mmmmm, you taste like old man jizz," she commented.

"Do you like being cuckolded, Daddy?" Tansy asked.

"I hate it, and that's why I love it," he told her.

"I know what you mean," Becky replied.

"So, who gets your cock tonight, Daddy?" Julie asked.

"Well, actually, after talking to Mommy, I think I want Abby to join me tonight," John said.

Abby's eyes got big.

"Don't worry, Angel. We're not fucking tonight. But there are lots of ways that your pussy and my dick can make each other feel good other than penetration."

"You should take Madison, too," Tansy suggested.

"Yeah, she and Abby are like best buds," Becky agreed. "She can reassure Abby and make her feel comfortable around your huge rod."

"That's very wise of you girls," John said. "Remind me to punish you for your kindness later, Becky. And, Tansy..."

Tansy looked up sheepishly.

"You're so thoughtful. How can I reward you girls for being so kind?"

"They weren't kind earlier," Julie tattled.

Becky glared at Julie, but Tansy looked down at the floor.

"I know," John said. "I was listening. I appreciate that you came to Madison's defense, Julie, but I don't like how you ratted out your sisters. You should all be sticking together, even when you don't always agree or get along. Nobody else in this world is going to understand what you've been through better than your sisters."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Julie apologized.

"I won't hold it against you, Red," Becky said, leaning over to kiss Julie.

"The best part about tonight was how you guys helped each other get over your hurts. I'm going to take Abby to bed tonight because she wants to be able to let me penetrate her soon, and I want to help her to get to know my cock tonight. But tomorrow, I want all of you girls. I want to feel and taste and fuck each one of your beautiful pussies."

The girls watched as John left their room, holding hands with Madison and Abby.

"God, that made me wet," Becky commented. "Who wants to lick my cunt?"

---

Abby loved the sensation of sliding her wet pussy back and forth along Daddy's hard cock. Madison would lick his shaft to get him nice and wet for her. When Abby felt tingly, Daddy threw her down and started rubbing her clit with his cockhead. Madison spit on her pussy for him to make sure Abby was nice and slick.

"Your pussy is so beautiful, Abby," he moaned. "I'm going to cum all over your pretty little cunt, you sexy kitten."

Abby just panted and whimpered as John diddled her with his glans.

"Cum for me, Angel. I want to see your sexy body cum."

Abby arched her back, thrusting her flat chest to the sky as she held her breath and let the fire burst in her pussy and wash over her body.

Afterwards, she watched as John pushed his cock into Madison's pussy.

"I was almost as small as you when my step dad raped my pussy, Abby," Madison told her cheerfully. "And Mommy helped me open up my cunt so that Daddy could fuck me on his first day of work."

"Didn't it hurt?" Abby asked as John started thrusting into his daughter.

"Only in good ways. Like when we slapped each other and played with our pussies. That kind of hurting feels good, and when Daddy's gigantic cock stretches me open, I loooovvve the way it hurts."

"I'm so close, Princess," John told Madison. "I'm going to cum in you!"

"Yes, Daddy!" she cried out. "I want you to put babies inside of me, Daddy. I want to marry you and get knocked up and have lots of sexy babies for you."

"Oh, god, Madison!" he groaned. "I want to breed you so bad. My little breeder slut! My little girl!"

Abby watches as their bodies crashed into each other. She'd seen John fuck girls lots of times before, but this was special because they wanted her up close to watch how much fun they were having. It sounded like clapping, the way their bodies crashed over and over. And then they screamed.

"DAAAAAAAAADDDYYYYY!!!"

"PRINCEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!"

When they turned out the lights to go to sleep, Abby wanted to hold John's cock. She kept squeezing him to life and then letting him deflate in her hands. It was incredibly frustrating to John's libido, but he loved the fact that she wanted to play with his dick, so he let her. When she finally fell asleep, John begged Madison to suck him off so that his blue balls would go away. The sound of his twelve-year-old daughter slurping and swallowing in the dark put him to sleep as his orgasm and its resulting fatigue washed over him.