The Priestess

Name pronunciation guide

• Hecate - HEK-uh-tay
  Also known as Granny Kate and Katie
• Demeter - dih-MEE-tuhr
  Also known as Mama
• Kore - KOHR-ay
  Also known as Persephone (per-SEF-uh-nee)
• Cernunnos - kehr-NOO-nohs
  Also known as the Horned God
• Hades - HAY-dees
  Also known as the Lord of the Underworld
• Artemis - AR-tuh-miss
  Goddess of the moon and the hunt
• Pan - PAN
  God of the wild, often associated with unbridled lust

Arthur led Francine and Kallie out of the barn, away from the news about Francine's husband, the man who had terrorized their life. It was clear that hearing about Greg Thompson terrorizing Melissa's husband Kevin had upset both Francine and Kallie, and Arthur hoped there was something he could do to put them at ease.

"He's so awful," Francine moaned to him. "He used to beat me, Arthur. And not -- not for sex. I think he simply enjoyed hitting me. He looked for any excuse to beat me. His favorite verse was Proverbs 12:13 - 'If you're stupid, you will be beaten with a stick.'"

"He's a weak man," Arthur mused.

"He gets his power by taking it away from others," Francine said, confirming Arthur's suspicion.

"He won't get it from you anymore," Arthur said, leading her and her daughter around to the back side of the barn.

"And how do you get your power, Arthur?" Francine asked, putting her hand on his chest.

"I...? I don't have power, Francine," he said.

"But you do," she mused, walking her fingers up his chest to his neck. "I can feel it. You're a protector. You're so full of...of love." She laid her hand on his cheek.

"If love is my power, then I guess I get it by sharing it," he smiled.

"You're so different than him," Francine muttered, running her finger over Arthur's lips. "You remind me of my own father. You're kind, you're caring. I can see where Melissa gets those traits from you."

"Did your father practice the Old Ways with you?" Arthur asked.

Francine smiled. "I always felt so special with Daddy's cock inside me," she mused. "Did you fuck your mom?"

Arthur nodded. "I know what you mean about that special feeling. It's...I don't think there's any love that's more incredible than a parent and child having sex together."

Francine put her hand behind Arthur's neck and pulled him down to kiss her. Her mouth was trembling as he pressed his lips to hers.

"Will you fuck us, Arthur?" she whispered against his mouth. "We're both so scared of Greg. Your love, your..." She reached her other hand down to stroke his erection in his pants. "...cock is just what we need to feel...safe."

"Yes," he said, his breath quickening at her touch.

"I have to warn you, though," she said. "Kallie has....certain quirks that some men might find alarming."

She unbuckled his pants and reached down inside his boxers to wrap her fingers around his cock.

"What do you mean?" Arthur gasped at her touch.

"She likes...filth."

"Don't we all?" Arthur joked.

"She likes to drink piss," Francine moaned. "And to lick assholes."

"Wow," Arthur exclaimed, looking over at the eight-year-old.

"Does that bother you?" Francine asked, slowly stroking him inside his underwear.

"No," he panted. "No. On the contrary, it..." He looked at the eight-year-old girl who gazed up at him innocently through her eyelashes. "...It turns me on."

"I want you to piss on my daughter, Arthur," Francine moaned. "I know it won't be easy with your dick already so hard. But I want to watch your golden piss drench my daughter's face."

"Okay," Arthur said. "And do you...you like piss too, Francine?"

"Where do you think she learned it?" Francine asked with a smile.

"Did your dad piss on you?"

"Every day. I was his urinal. I drank Daddy's piss every morning. I never spilled a drop."

"Oh fuck," Arthur moaned, grabbing Francine by the hair and pulling her mouth to his. She squealed happily at his forceful treatment but melted against his mouth, continuing to stroke his dick as he kissed her roughly.

"Mmmmm, you really like this idea, don't you?" Francine asked when he broke their kiss.

"I think it's fucking hot," he replied.

"I want you to take Kallie's cherry, Arthur. And I want her to be covered in piss when you do. I want her first time to be as magical as possible."

"Is that what you want, Kallie?" Arthur asked.

Kallie smiled. He could see that she was trembling with anticipation. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, rising up on her tiptoes as she did so.

"Yes!" she exclaimed in a whisper.

"Will you be my little urinal, Kallie?" Arthur asked.

Kallie nodded enthusiastically.

"Will you piss on her with me?" Arthur asked Francine.

"Of course," she replied. Francine lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off, tossing them into the grass.

"Should we go somewhere more private?" Arthur asked, looking around. "Anyone could walk right by here."

"No," Francine said. "We've been hiding our perversion for too long. Besides, it might be a little humiliating for Kallie -- the thought that anyone could see her -- and humiliation makes sex so much better."

Arthur was taken aback by Francine's statement. "Did your dad humiliate you?"

"He always spanked me in front of the family whenever I did something wrong. He would piss on me, make me lick his ass, even spit in my face. The first time I ever came was just from being stripped naked and made to serve as his foot rest on my hands and knees while he watched football."

"Wow," Arthur breathed. "That's intense."

"Didn't your mom humilate you?" she asked, a look of worry spreading across her face.

"Not really. Everything we shared was very sweet, very nurturing. But, to be honest, I've always been fascinated by the kinkier stuff."

"I love...Arthur, I've never admitted these things to anyone who didn't already know them, but...I love being treated like I'm worthless and put in my place and made to serve a man."

There were tears in her eyes as she looked up at him after blurting out her confession.

"Saying that outloud must be humiliating," Arthur said.

Francine smiled.

"Is that why you were with Greg? You thought that he would be good at putting you in your place?"

"It seemed likely enough," she said, looking down. "There are so many scriptures about how women are to serve men. When I knew that I would never find a man who understood me the way Daddy did, I looked for the kind of man who would at least put me down."

"But when you talk about how Greg beat you, it sounds like you didn't enjoy that," Arthur probed.

Francine looked up at him.

"Because he never included sex in his violence. He was just...mean."

"I see," Arthur said.

"If you can't handle this part of me, I understand, Arthur. I would still love for you to be the one to take Kallie's virginity. I really like you. I like your kindness, and...."

Arthur slapped Francine across the face as hard as he could. She was knocked off her feet by the blow. She recovered herself and looked up at him, holding her hand to her cheek with tears in her eyes from the pain.

"Shut your mouth, bitch," Arthur said, albeit without complete conviction. "I'm the man here, and I decide what I can and can't handle. Do you understand?"

Francine smiled through her tears. She nodded.

"I'm going to piss on you and your daughter," he said, feeling more conviction. "And I'm going to make her lick my ass. Then I'm going to shove my cock into her worthless cunt and take her virginity."

"May I speak, sir?" Francine asked.

Arthur nodded. He was trembling, and his hand hurt. He was out of his depth, but he realized that he really liked Francine and Kallie. He wanted to be a part of their lives. His sweet side, his nurturing made him want to do whatever it might take to be the man they needed -- even if it meant learning to be a completely different kind of man.

"I would like to be allowed to lick your ass too, sir," Francine said.

"Good," he said. "I, uh, need you to show the little bitch how it's done." He scratched his head. "Am I doing this right?" he asked.

"Oh, Arthur," Francine gushed. "You're wonderful. I know this is new for you. The mere fact that you want to try is so touching. You don't have to act, though. I want you to be yourself."

Arthur relaxed a little.

"I'm not sure what that means. 'Myself' would never do these things -- even though, if I'm being honest, I've fantasized about them before."

"I want you to piss on me because you want to," she said. "I want you to let me lick your ass because it will feel good to you and make me feel submissive to you. Your sweet side, your nurturing -- those are the most important features. The rough stuff, that can be learned, but truly caring about someone -- that has to come from the heart. And I don't ever want to be hit by a man that doesn't care about me -- not ever again."

"I want to kiss you, Francine," Arthur said.

"Then do it," she told him. "I'm yours, Arthur, and so is Kallie. I give myself and my daughter to you. I know that you would do anything for me, and that's why I'm okay with you doing anything to me."

Arthur bent over and kissed Francine. He felt her body melt into his kiss. She was his. He opened his eyes and saw Kallie watching. He motioned for her to come over, and she did. He took Kallie's face in his hands and kissed her too, just as passionately as he'd kissed her mother.

"She's yours, Arthur," Francine moaned, watching this man push his tongue into her child's mouth. "Greg may have put her in my belly, but I birthed her and raised her to give to a good man, the kind of man who would deserve her devotion and submission."

Kallie basked in the love that she felt through Arthur's mouth. He held her face, but she did not hold him in return. She kept her hands clasped behind her back. When Arthur broke the kiss, he looked at her, how she stood.

"Look at how submissive she is, Arthur," Francine explained. "See how she stands? She'll let you do anything to her that you want. And that's what she wants -- she wants you to do anything you want. Her happiness comes from your happiness. That's how I've trained her."

Arthur looked the eight-year-old up and down. She was pretty, in a plain sort of way. Her brown hair was straight and long, coming down below her shoulders. Her frame was slight. There wasn't anything "womanly" about her really, no curves -- except for her legs, Arthur noted and her face. She had a plumpness to her cheeks that was enhanced by her dimples. It was mirrored in her legs with dimples around her knees.

Francine watched Arthur drink her daughter in, and she smiled, trembling in anticipation.

"I never got to take Melissa's cherry," he said.

"And Greg will never get to take Kallie's. He wasn't worthy to be her daddy, but you are, Arthur."

Arthur pushed a lock of hair back behind Kallie's ear, exposing her cheek. He ran his finger along the line of her jaw, feeling the softness of her skin.

"She's so delicate, so soft and sweet," he mused. "And, so help me, there's a part of me that wants...wants to break her."

"Yes," Francine breathed. She loved the way his eyes objectified her daugher. She realized that he was teetering on the border between seeing her as a child and seeing her as a sexual object built for his desire.

"I could break her so easily," he muttered.

"I want you to rip her open," Francine whimpered. "I want you to take her and penetrate her. I've longed to taste my daughter's hymen blood on a real man's cock, Arthur."

"There's a part of me that doesn't want to hurt her, but there's another part of me that wants to slap the shit out of her and hold her down and rape her."

"Yes!" Francine gasped. "She's been terrorized and terrified in her life, but she's never been beaten by a man who loves her. I want you to give her that, Arthur. She wants you to give her that."

Arthur pulled back his hand and smacked Kallie across the face. Her little face turned with the blow, but she straightened back up, tucking her hair behind her ear again and looked up at him with red eyes and a smile as she clasped her hands behind her back again. He saw the resilient determination on her face -- determined to be the soft little girl that he gets to hit.

"Nothing will make her happier than huring for the pleasure of a real man," Francine said. "Hit her, piss on her, humiliate her...and then claim her pussy as your own."

"Oh, Kallie," he breathed. "I want to make you cry."

She nodded, ready to do it for him.

"Do you like this?" he asked.

Kallie nodded again.

"Tell me why."

"It makes me wet," she said quietly.

Arthur felt his cock swell, and with the increase of blood, his muscles twitched.

He spat in her face.

"Does that make you wet, too?"

"Yes!" she said, her face contorting as though she were about to cry.

"It does?" He slapped her again.

"Yes, Daddy!" Kallie gushed. "Hit me, please!"

Hearing another man's child call him "daddy" made both his heart and his cock swell. He smiled, then he slapped her. He grabbed her hair in his fist to keep her from falling over, and he slapped her face three times in a row.

"Yes, Arthur! Yes!" Francine gasped, reaching under her skirt to rub her pussy.

Arthur looked down at Kallie. She openly cried from the pain, but she never moved her hands from behind her back.

"I think she actually looks prettier when she's crying," Arthur mused.

Francine threw herself at Arthur, taking his face in her hands and kissing him passionately.

"I love how you hit my daughter," she gushed. "You look so strong and handsome smacking her little face."

Arthur thought about what Francine said -- and about what she had said previously, how Greg never included sex in his violence. He saw that this was what Francine had been yearning for and had been denied: a man who would hurt her and her daughter out of love and lust and sexual desire.

"When you realized it made her pussy wet, you hit her harder," Francine said. "And I love you for it."

Arthur looked into her eyes, at the passion that she was exuding.

"You're wet too," he said.

"Yes!" she cried. "Watching you dominate and abuse my daughter makes my pussy tingle and drip."

As Arthur looked into his new lover's eyes, he realized that he'd never felt more manly. He'd never been tough, was never a jock. He was always average. But right now, with two pussies drenching from his actions, he felt incredible. He wanted more.

He spit in Francine's face.

"Open your mouth," he told her, and then he spit again.

She swallowed it and gushed "Thank you!"

"I want you to lick my ass," he said, unbuckling his pants. "And then I want you to make her lick my ass."

He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants, casting them aside like Francine's panties had been. She leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt. He could see in her eyes that she was eager for his body, but he suspected that she was going to be disappointed at what was underneath.

She pushed his shirt down over his shoulders and ran her fingers through the hair on his pale chest. He watched the expression on her face as she pulled her hands down from his chest to let them rest on the slight bulge of his white belly. Then she looked up at him.

"Your body is so much like my dad's," she said. "And it makes my pussy tingle even more."

Arthur smiled and then lay down on his back in the grass. It seemed like the best position to be in, laying back so that he was relaxed. He could also look down to see his girls' devotion as they licked his hole.

Francine pushed her face deep. When Arthur felt her tongue move across his puckered sphincter, he flinched and then moaned. It was so soft, so wet, and kind of warm. It felt delicious.

"Does it taste good, Mommy?" Autumn asked quietly.

Francine came up and shook her head.

"No, it's horrible," she answered. "And that's the point: to debase ourselves before our man, offering him, in our most vulnerable way, a clear message that his pleasure is worth more than our comfort, more than our pride, more than our dignity."

Francine put her hand behind her daughter's neck and pushed her down. The girl yielded completely, letting her mom force her into position.

"Lick the sweat from his balls, too, Kallie," Francine suggested. "Show him that there's nothing you won't do for him."

Arthur watched in amazement as the little girl's tongue moved over his scrotum. Her eyes rolled back into her head a little bit as she apparently savored his musk. Then she looked at him. Their eyes met over his belly, and he felt it: the devotion she showed him.

"That's it Kallie," he said. "Such a good, little slut. Show me how worthless you are."

"I think she loves you as much as I do," Francine said.

Arthur looked at her. He didn't take the "L" word lightly. In fact, since he and his wife divorced, the only person he'd ever said it to was Melissa.

"I love you, Arthur," she said. "And I don't care whether you love me back. I adore you. I worship you. And I want to serve you. You're a good man. You're the one I prayed to the goddess to bring to me to take my daughter's cunt. I offer you my heart, my body, my love. And I offer you Kallie as well."

There was a part of him that suspected that Francine did not want him to declare his love for her in return -- despite the fact that he actually felt it. She wanted to be used, taken advantage of. He realized that the best way to show her his feelings was through his actions. Looking Francine in the eyes, Arthur put his hands on Kallie's head and pushed her down to his asshole.

"Yes," Francine panted, unbuttoning the top of her dress and pulling it down over her shoulders. She unfastened her bra and pulled it off from under her dress, exposing her breasts to him. Then she lifted her skirt and rubbed her pussy as she watched her daughter lick his ass.

Arthur closed his eyes and savored what Kallie's tongue was doing to him. His dick was still hard, and he started absentmindedly stroking it as he sank into the feeling of pleasure the child was giving him. Then he felt her shove her tongue into his hole, and he moaned. He let go of his cock to put both hands on Kallie's head. He tilted his ass up toward her and pushed her head against himself.

"Yes, fuck it with your tongue, you dirty slut," he grunted.

To order a child to do something so vile made him feel strong. To feel that child obey him, made him feel incredible. He wanted more of it.

He pushed her face away from him.

"Open your mouth, bitch," he grunted as he got up on his knees.

She obeyed willingly, kneeling in front of him with her mouth open and her hands behind her back. Francine watched as he aimed his cock at her child.

"I want you to drink it," he said.

"Yes!" Francine cried out as his stream arched through the air, hitting her baby girl in the face.

Arthur watched as Kallie positioned herself under his stream to catch it in her mouth. The sound of his urine echoed in the hollow of her mouth as he filled her up. Then she gulped it down, causing it to splatter on her face whenever she closed her lips to swallow.

"Yes!" Francine cried.

Arthur stuck out his foot and kicked Kallie over. She kept her hands clasped behind her back as she fell.

"I want you to piss on her too," Arthur told Francine.

He watched as the mother squatted over her daughter's face and let her golden shower fall down on her child.

"This is so beautiful," Francine gushed. "Thank you!" she cried, looking up at Arthur. "My baby girl is going to be covered in piss with the taste of your ass in her mouth when she loses her virginity. That's the most wonderful thing I can fathom."

Arthur loved watching their two streams converge in the little girl's mouth. She was dedicated, gulping as fast as she could, trying to not let any go to waste. He realized that he wasn't just impressed; he actually admired her for it.

When his bladder was empty, he shook his dick off, slinging the last few drops off onto Kallie's dress. He watched as Francine finished in her daughter's mouth.

"She's amazing," he said.

Francine smiled.

"Do you like the taste of piss, Kallie?" he asked.

She shook her head no. Her eyes were closed shut tight because of the piss that had splattered on her face. She didn't wipe it away, though, she kept her hands behind her back.

"Could have fooled me," he said. That made her smile. "But you like the way drinking it makes you feel?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded.

"Does it make you wet?" he asked, lifting her skirt. He was amazed at the wet spot on the gusset of her plain, white, cotton panties. "Wow, I guess so."

He stared at her panty-clad pussy for a moment. Kallie felt the breeze blowing up her skirt as Arthur held it up. She got goose bumps on her legs and belly. He loved how her panties pushed into her hairless cleft.

"Take them off," he said. "And pull your skirt up to your waist. I'm ready to fuck you, Kallie."

Francine got on her knees next to Arthur to watch. When Kallie took her panties off, Francine took them from her and offered them to Arthur. He held them to his nose and sniffed. Despite the pungent aroma of piss in the air, he could clearly smell the arousal. It was so fresh, so clean, so pure. He closed his eyes as he let the aroma of childhood arousal fill his nostrils. It was exactly what he had missed having with Melissa.

He opened his eyes to see Kallie looking up at him. She still had her arms behind her back, and it made her lay strangely. He tossed her panties over onto the pile of his own clothes and then pulled her arms out from underneath her. Her wrists were so thin, so fragile in his big hands, and the skin on them was so soft. He got lost for a minute, watching her pulse move under her skin. He kissed her there, a wet kiss on the inside of each wrist. When he looked at her, she was panting in anticipation.

Arthur put her hands over her head in the grass, pinning them down with one hand. His face was above Kallie's. He felt so large, looming over her, and she seemed so small there, so perfect.

"Keep your hands above your head," he told her. She nodded. "I'm going to hurt you when I take you, and I don't want you to even think about stopping me. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

He could hear the arousal in her voice. She would do anything for him. She was his.

"I'm going to do it hard, Kallie," he told her. "Because I want it to hurt you."

"Okay, Daddy," she said meekly.

He didn't know that was what he wanted until he said it, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew it was true. Seeing her devotion, her dedication, made him want to test it. A girl can only lose her cherry once, and as much as he wanted it to be perfect for her, he mostly wanted it to be perfect for him. The way she looked up at him, he sensed that she knew this. She parted her legs.

Arthur looked down at her virgin cunt. Her little pussy was so smooth, so bald, and so wet. Her labia were swollen with arousal. It looked delicious, like a fragile, little flower.

He felt Francine next to him, breathing heavily as she rubbed her pussy and watched this man get ready to deflower her child. She watched him take his cock in hand and rub his shaft through Kallie's little slit, making her gasp. She watched him tap his weighty meat against the child's clitoris, making Kallie flinch as her belly tightened at the mixture of slight pain and quick pleasure. The she watched him take his cock and smack her daughter's pussy as hard as he could.

"Ungh!" Kallie cried at the blow.

"Did that hurt?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered.

He did it again.

Francine's cunt dripped as she watched this man enjoy making her daughter hurt. It was all she ever wanted coming true. She whispered a prayer of thanks to the goddess.

As Arthur looked down at the child squirming deliciously as he stuck her pussy, he felt such a mixture of desire. He loved her. He knew that completely. This little girl, this beautiful, pre-pubescent child with her bald pussy and dimpled knees, made his heart ache. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, tell her bedtime stories, give her piggyback rides. She stirred the father-heart inside him the way that no other human being had done since Melissa, his Mellie. But on top of that deep and devoted love, he also felt a lust burning with surges of power -- a power that she was giving to him. She held her hands obediently above her head, trusting him. As it charged his libido, it also made him love her all the more.

Francine saw these emotions play across Arthur's face. She knew them well. She had seen them in her own father. She had felt the changing tide of his tender hearted hugs that were the punctuation between forceful blows. It made her feel such a sense of charity to be able to offer her child to him so that these complex and beautiful emotions might blossom in the heart and head of such a good man.

Arthur slapped Kallie's pussy again with his dick. Francine watched the flesh over her daughter's pubic mound vibrate with the blow. Then Arthur rubbed his head between the folds of Kallie's slit.

"Daaaad-ddyyyy," she moaned.

"I need you, Kallie," he groaned. "I never knew until I felt the heat of your cunt, but I fucking need you."

Francine watched her daughter writhe under his touch.

"I'm yours, Daddy," she whispered.

Arthur pushed.

Kallie cried out at the sensation of being stretched -- a cry of both anguish and joy.

"Your little twat is so hot on my dick," he groaned.

"Oh, Daddy," she panted.

"I fucking need you," he cried.

Francine watched the animal lust building in him as his warm heart held him back. She knew, though, that the dam was about to burst -- and so was her daughter's hymen.

"Fuck!" he grunted, and he shoved in. He shoved himself past her childhood. He stretched her painfully open, plowing a furrow in which to rut. Kallie screamed. She cried. Tears poured from her eyes, but she never moved her hands.

Arthur stopped when he felt a new resistance, and he looked down to see that half of his cock was already buried inside of her. He pulled back a bit and saw the thin bead of blood on his shaft, diluted and pink from mixing with her moisture. Her pussy gripped him so tightly that it actually hurt, and it tightened down around him with each sob, making the ache deepen.

He pushed forward a bit, feeling the resistance again, and he realized that it must be her cervix. Each tiny thrust against it made her flinch and cry out. Her belly tightened. She was trembling.

"Does it hurt you, Kalle?" he asked.

She nodded her head as tears poured from her eyes.

"Do you like the pain?"

"No," she whimpered.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Arthur sensed Francine's body tense next to him. She clearly did not want that, but, he decided, it was not her decision. This was between him and Kallie.

"No, Daddy," she breathed. "Please don't stop."

"Why? Why shouldn't I stop?"

"B-be-because," she muttered through her sobs, "I love you."

Arthur smiled.

"I'm not going to stop, Sweetie," he said.

The look on her face was a mixture of both relief and terror.

"Not until I cum in you."

"Thank you, Daddy," Kallie smiled.

Arthur pulled back and pushed into her again. Kallie flinched as his dick hammered into her cervix again.

"It hurts so deep!" she moaned.

"Goddess, this is incredible," Arthur breathed.

Francine laid a hand on his arm. He looked at her to see the expression of care, lust, happiness, and fear.

"Thank you for her," Arthur said. "I've never fucked something this incredible before."

Francine's face spread into a tearful smile at Arthur's words. "Neither has she."

"Her cunt is so tight that it actually hurts my cock, but I don't want to stop. I love it."

"That's exactly how you're making her feel," Francine said, remembering the painful deflowering her father gave her. "She'll remember this pain and this love for the rest of her life."

Arthur looked back down at Kallie. He could see the pride on her pained face at the things he'd said to her mother. He pulled back again and started fucking her. She winced at each stroke, especially when he hit her cervix. It was a pain like none other she'd ever felt -- so sharp that it seemed destructive. She started anticipating each blow to it, longing for the quick flash of light that filled her brain with the impact.

Arthur noticed that with each stroke, she could take more of him into her. Her vagina was expanding to accommodate him, which he knew was an indicator of her arousal -- as was the copious moisture she was producing. Clearly, she was enjoying this pain.

"Your cunt is so hot," Arthur told her. "I'm going to fuck it all the time, Kallie."

She smiled. Her body was beginning to tingle. She accepted the pain, embracing it, and her pussy vibrated with its intensity.

"You're such a tight, little cunt!" he panted.

Arthur felt so alive, so full of need. He needed this hot, little child to get him off. He leaned over her, pinning her hands down above her head -- not to restrain her, for she clearly had no desire to end this torture, but to feel her delicate bones in his grip. He needed to grab her, to control her, to take her.

"Dadd-dy," she moaned.

Francine noticed that Arthur was hammering deeper into her daughter each time. She loved how he pinned her down. Kallie writhed under him, squirming with delight. It was clear now that she had transformed her pain and was loving what was happening in her pussy.

"I'm going to cum in you, Kallie," he moaned.

"Yes, Daddy! Please, Daddy!"

"I fucking love you, Bitch!" he grunted.

Kallie cried at the intensity of the connection she felt with Arthur. She had experienced so many pleasurable moments at her mother's hands, cumming on her mommy's fingers, stinging under her mommy's blows. But nothing in her life had ever felt this -- fulfilling.

"I'm your bitch, Daddy," she whimpered.

"I love you so much, Bitch!"

Arthur was getting close. He sped up his thrusts inside of her. His whole cock disappeared into her pussy, but he still hit her cervix every time.

"I'm so close, Kallie," he whispered, leaning over her face as he pinned her down and hammered into her. "So close, I'm going to...going to...OOOHHHHHHH!"

As Arthur felt his dick swell with the first spurt into her cunt, he put his mouth on hers. He couldn't breathe -- not yet. He held his breath as he mauled her mouth as forcefully as his dick mauled her pussy. She responded to him, opening her lips, pressing back into his kiss, giving herself to him, giving her breath to him.

Then she felt it: the hot, burning, gushing sensation of his cum.

He had used her. He had taken her. He had hurt her. He had loved her. And now it was complete. She was complete. She felt so good. She lifted her hips to him, trembling with pain and weakness, unable to breathe, unable to move. And she exploded.

Arthur felt it, felt her pussy drench him, felt her walls close in on him, tightening even more as she came on his dick. He didn't think it was possible, but it made him love her even more.

He pulled his mouth off hers, and he breathed, dragging cold air into his starved lungs to fuel the squirting spasms of pleasure he shot into her pussy. Then he collapsed onto her, trapping her under his body. He was spent.

Francine shoved her fingers into her cunt one last time and then exploded in her own ecstasy. She fell over onto the grass next to her daughter as all three of them tingled and surged with the sweet sensations of their orgasms.

After a moment of panting bliss, Arthur rolled off of Kallie to lie in the grass between mother and daughter. He turned on his side facing Kallie and put an arm across her little chest, feeling it rise and fall.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Kallie turned to him and pressed her mouth to his, melting away his fears.

"Thank you," she said, her nose pressed to his, looking into his eyes.

"Yes, thank you, Arthur," Francine said behind him. She bent over his body and took his limp, sloppy cock, stained with her daughter's hymen blood into her mouth. He moaned at the soft, warm embrace of her tongue.

"I love you so much, Daddy," Kallie said, tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh, Princess!" he panted, pulling her to him. "I love you too. I love you more than I knew I could love somebody. What you gave me... that... Oh, Kallie, you were incredible!"

"Mommy was right to give me to you. And now I'm yours forever. I belong to you."

Arthur's heart swelled at her words, her devotion, and his cock started to swell as well, in Francine's mouth.

"I want to taste your pussy," he told her. "I've never eaten a girl that just lost her virginity. Will you climb on my face?"

Arthur rolled onto his back. Francine continued to suck his cock, savoring the bloody cum there, reveling in the fact that this was the cock that broke her daughter's pussy open. Kallie got up on her trembling legs and then squatted down on Arthur's mouth.

She was full of his cum. He knew he'd shot a huge load into her, but he was surprised at how much there was. He'd never eaten his own seed before, but he had no revulsion at tasting it out of an eight-year-old's pussy. In fact, he decided he really liked it. Her cunt was so soft against his tongue. He tasted the coppery flavor of blood, hinting at what he'd done to her. She began to moan and wriggle on top of him.

Arthur sighed in bliss, delighted to give and receive oral sex with this wonderful mother and daughter.

---

Tim loved how responsive Audrey's body was to his cock. She looked so sexy writhing under him. Her pussy was so hot and wet, and he loved how she arched her back to thrust her tits up for his view and for his touch.

"Gods, I love you, Audrey," he panted.

Audrey smiled and purred as he plowed into her. They built their rhythm, crashing into each other over and over, mounting toward yet another climax. Audrey felt the lightning-like static in her cunt.

"It's happening again. Do you feel it?" she asked.

"It just feels hot. So hot, like...like your pussy is on fire."

"Yes!" she gasped as the magical charge built inside of her canal.

"I want to use the magic to make sure that you impregnate me, but..." she moaned in desperation, "I need to find Kevin. I know I can if I just...OH GOD!"

The charge exploded in her body, and her consciousness was lifted up. She saw the world around them as she had before, able to peer into any place that she directed her mind.

But something was different. Something was nagging. Something near.

Autumn.

Her consciousness rushed toward the barn, passing through the roof to see her daughter lying on the hay-strewn floor, men all around her, ropes of jizz flying about as they covered her body in their seed. It was insanely beautiful to see her daughter as the object of so much male lust.

But something was not right. She wasn't writhing in ecstasy. She was in agony.

Autumn opened her eyes and reached up her hand to the sky.

"Mommy, help! The dogs! They're going to eat me alive! MOMMY!!!!"

Audrey was ripped from her vision. Her consciousness streamed back into her body. Tim was holding her, shaking her, screaming her name.

"I'm here," she muttered, and he pulled her to his chest. Their hearts pounded against each other as they panted.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Autumn," she said, remembering, panicking. "She's in the barn. Oh, Tim!"

They didn't bother with their clothes. They ran through the house. Melissa and Jessica were in the hall.

"Autumn," Melissa cried. Her body was wet and covered in the little purple flower buds of the lavender. She must have just gotten out of the bath.

How did she know? Audrey wondered, but there was not time. They ran, all of them, out of the house to the barn.

---

Arthur, Francine, and Kallie heard the cry through the wall. A little girl wailing, crying about dog, screaming for her Mommy. They got up and ran.

As they rounded the side of the barn, Arthur saw Melissa and the others running in. They converged in the door to find Autumn writhing on the floor, covered in cum, crying as if in pain.

Audrey threw herself into the hay and dirt and wrapped her arms around her daughter. She held her, shushing her, comforting her. Tim and Melissa joined them, wrapping their arms around the pair. Eventually, Autumn's cries subsided.

"It was horrible, Mommy," Autumn said, taking a ragged breath. "She was so pretty and so mad. And when I tried to speak, everything changed, and then...that's when they attacked me."

"Who attacked you, Honey?" Audrey asked.

"My dogs," Autumn said. "My hunting dogs."

Audrey was silent as she rocked her child, contemplating her words.

"Was this a vision?" Melissa asked.

Autumn looked up at her mother with big, startled eyes as though the thought hadn't even occurred to her.

"I had a vision?" she gaped. "But it was so real."

"I think so, Baby," Audrey said. "It sometimes happens for me in heightened emotional moments -- like sex."

"I ate so much cum," Autumn said with pride. "I wanted it to feed my baby. But I also wanted it because it tastes to good. And every cock tasted different. I loved it so much, but then I started drifting..."

Audrey stood up and carried Autumn over to set her down on one of the haybales. Melissa looked around at the crowd of men and boys who had been cumming on Autumn.

"Why don't you fellas give us a little space?" Melissa asked.

"Come on, guys," Jessica chimed in, taking a couple of them by the hand. "I'll pick up where Autumn left off."

Arthur caught Melissa's eyes. He gave her a look that asked whether he should go or stay. Melissa saw Francine and Kallie with him. She was really touched how both mother and daughter were clinging to him. He was their strength. She motioned for them to join her, and they followed Melissa over to where Audrey and Autumn sat and Tim and Noreen stood lingering.

"Noreen, would you mind going around and reassuring everyone?" Melissa asked. "Let them know that Autumn's okay and that we're taking care of her."

"Of course," she replied and set off to intercept some people that were coming over.

Melissa sat down next to Audrey, and Tim sat down next to Autumn. She saw Tim take the girl's hand and hold it, and it tugged at her heartstrings. Autumn looked up at Tim, and it was clear that she was touched at his presence, too. She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arm around her. Arthur, Francine, and Kallie sat down on the barn floor nearby, effectively closing off the circle and providing a little privacy for the group. Kallie wormed her way into Arthur's lap, making both Francine and Melissa smile.

"I'm so impressed that you had a vision, Autumn," Melissa said. "Can you tell us about it?"

She watched as Autumn reached down to Tim's lap and started fondling his cock absentmindedly. It appeared to comfort her, and Tim seemed to enjoy it.

"I saw the lady that was there when you were watching me," Autumn said.

It took Melissa a moment to realize that Autumn was talking about when Melissa, Hecate, and Artemis had been transported out-of-body to view Autumn's deflowering.

"Which one? There were two goddesses with me," Melissa prompted.

"The one with the short, white dress," Autumn replied.

"Artemis?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah. She was naked. I think she was taking a bath, but it was in the woods. I was out hunting," Autumn said, her brow furrowing as she pulled at her memory. "I had lost my dogs, and I was just about to call them when the lady looked up at me. She was so pretty. Her boobs were so tight but so womanly -- a lot like yours, Melissa."

Melissa blushed and pressed her hand to her chest, flattered to be compared to Artemis.

"But she was angry at me," Autumn continued. "She said something to me, but it must have been in a different language. I tried to beg her to forgive me, but when I opened my mouth, I felt...different. I was taller, and my head felt heavy. I heard my dogs in the distance, I called out to them. I just wanted to get my dogs and leave, but...my voice was different. It scared me. I couldn't speak. I could only make a strange noise that was so loud, like a whistle. And then my dogs ran at me. They attacked me. They were..." her face contorted with pain as she remembered. "...they were eating me!"

"It's okay, Baby," Audrey comforted her.

Tim wrapped his arms around Autumn, pulling her body to his. He kissed her on the head.

Melissa noticed her father's looking about, as though chasing a thought. It was a look she was very familiar with. She used to love watching him when she was a little girl as he would pace the living room, muttering to himself as he prepared ideas for his lectures.

"It makes sense, though," she heard her father say under his breath.

"What is it, Daddy?" she asked, startling him from his mental reverie. She noticed how Francine was watching her father. There was a look of reverence there. She could tell that her dad had made quite an impression on the woman.

"Well, it fits," he said, standing up and pacing around a bit. "All of the elements are there."

"Daddy," Melissa prompted, drawing his attention back, as she saw him get lost in his thoughts again.

Arthur knelt down in front of Autumn.

"Hi," he said, kindly. "I'm Arthur, Melissa's dad. Your mom helped Melissa and Tim induct me the other night, remember?"

"Hi," Autumn said, warming up to his kindness.

"I think I know what happened to you," he said. "Or, at least, I think I know what story -- what myth -- you experienced."

He glanced up at Audrey before continuing. The librarian nodded to him to continue.

"I think you were a man named Actaeon," he said.

"Act...act..." Autumn muttered, trying out the name.

"Actaeon," Arthur said. "He was a hunter, well, a herdsman, but in the myth he was hunting. Anyway," he said, bringing himself back to the story. "There's a myth about him that says he saw Artemis bathing in a pool in the forest. She was a virgin goddess and hated him for his lust, so she cursed him. She forbid him to speak. He disobeyed her and tried to call out to his hunting party, and when he did, she turned him into a stag -- a huge deer -- and his hunting dogs attacked him and tore him apart."

"Yes," Autumn said, nodding vigorously at the story. "That's it! That's what happened to me!" she cried.

"Autumn, what magic were you doing when you were sucking off all those boys?" her mother asked.

"I was looking for a hunter," she said, "to help us find Kevin."

Audrey brushed the hair out of Autumn's face.

"That's so kind of you, Sweetie," she said. "But you didn't have to do that. It can be dangerous for you to try magic on your own -- especially with such powerful things like godscum affecting us."

"But Melissa was so sad," Autumn protested. "I could see the pain in her eyes. I had to help, Mommy!"

Melissa reached out and touched Autumn's hand.

"You were very brave," she told the girl. "And I am grateful."

"Well, you found one," Arthur interjected. "Supposedly, Actaeon was a better hunter than Artemis. Or so he claimed." He brushed his chin with his fingers as he thought.

"What's on your mind, Daddy?" Melissa asked.

"Well," he mused. "You keep changing the stories. Hecate and Artemis are no longer virgins. Hades wasn't the first one to sample Kore's pussy," he glanced at Tim with what Melissa saw as admiration.

"You think we can change this story, too?" Tim asked.

"If anybody can, it's you and Melissa," Arthur replied. "Who knows? Now that Artemis is no longer a virgin, perhaps she would be willing to forgive Actaeon. Or maybe it hasn't happened yet. I don't know how mythology works when we interact with it like this."

"Artemis did say she wanted to be bedded by Orion," Melissa mused.

"How do you make that happen, Mellie?" Arthur asked.

"The one goddess who has constantly been looking out for me, Dad," Melissa replied. "Hecate."

Autumn, feeling more relaxed, looked at the little girl in Arthur's lap.

"You have pee all over you," Autumn said, smiling.

"I have cum in my pussy, too," Kallie replied. "Want to play?"

Autumn motioned to Kallie, to come over, and they both knelt in front of Tim.

"Let's take turns sucking Tim's cock and see which one of us he cums in," Autumn suggested.

Kallie giggled, leaning over to take the first suck on his erection. She bobbed down and then came back up, offering his dick to Autumn.

"And when he finishes cumming, then he can pee on the loser," Kallie suggested.

Autumn giggled. "Okay," she said, smiling, and then she went down on him.

---

Officer Henry Webb hung his gunbelt on the coat rack in his laundry room as he came in through the garage.

"Henry!" he heard his wife's voice cut through the house followed by the sound of her feet approaching. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

"Sorry, Beth," he grunted, kicking off his boots. "I've been working the case about the fire."

Elizabeth Webb furrowed her brow as she scrutinized him.

"And that takes all night?"

"All night and then some, Beth. We haven't had anything like this in Lone Pine since... Hell, I don't remember."

"Watch your language, Henry," she admonished, "Bethany's in the house."

"She's heard curse words before, Beth," he grumbled, pushing past his wife to head into the kitchen.

"Well, she shouldn't! And certainly not from her own father."

"Hi, Dad," Bethany said, meeting him in the kitchen with a glass of iced tea in her hands which she offered to him.

Hank was startled for a moment. While Bethany had always been a sweet girl, she was usually pretty aloof now that she was a senior.

"Mom's just worried. We both were," she said as he took the glass from her hands.

"Thank you, Princess," he said, smiling at her. "You didn't have to."

"I just figured you'd like to..." Bethany was cut off by her mother storming between them to get through the kitchen, muttering about how filthy his boots were. "...to relax a minute," she continued, rolling her eyes as her mother passed.

Hank looked at his daughter for a moment, trying to figure out her motivation in being so kind right now. What had caused her aloofness to so instantly dissipate?

"I'm sorry I worried you two," he said, and he mussed her hair. Normally she would have protested about how hard she had worked to get it to look just right, but she simply smiled at him. "What's up, Honey?" he asked. "You're acting awfully nice for a teenager."

"Dad," she blushed, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "I just missed you is all." Then after a pause, she blurted, "Is it true that the preacher went missing?"

Ah, Hank thought, So she's fishing for gossip. Oh well, at least she's not acting like a stuck up... His thought were cut short as he noticed that Bethany's blouse was not buttoned all the way up. His eyes lighted on the smooth curves of her full breasts.

"Your shi..." He cleared his throat. "Your shirt isn't buttoned up all the way, Princess," he said.

"Oh, I..." She brushed her hair back over her shoulder, thrusting her breasts outward as she did. "I didn't notice. Thanks, Daddy."

She blushed as she looked up at him and buttoned her blouse.

Hank blinked to clear his head.

"I'm going to be out in the shed pressing some more cartridges. Call me when it's dinner time," he muttered, and he quickly headed out the back door, forgetting that he was in his stocking feet. His cock was still throbbing in his pants as he got to the shed and closed the door behind him. He opened the old refrigerator that he kept out there and got a beer and threw himself into the chair in front of the table where he cleaned his guns.

"What the fuck," he muttered, pulling the tab off the beer can. "Oh my goddess." He started to take a sip, but his words made him hesitate. He opened the window and poured a sip of beer onto the ground outside.

"Please, Goddess. Please! I want to fuck my daughter so bad."

Then he guzzled down his beer and bode his time until dinner.

---

"Well, I think it's just awful, the things they say those people did," Elizabeth prattled as she served the meatloaf.

"Now, none of us were there, so we don't know that any of it is true," Hank cautioned.

"And Pastor Greg's wife hasn't been seen! I just thank the heavens that Bethany and I weren't there that night. I've never been more grateful that something made me skip church."

Hank looked over at his daughter. Bethany rolled her eyes. She too remembered how much of a fuss her mother had made at having to take her daughter to a drama club meeting on a Sunday night. He watched as Bethany started to say something, but he cut her off.

"Well, I'm glad I could rest assured that both of you were safe. How did the play thing go, Honey?" he asked his daughter.

"Good," she replied. "I didn't get the lead. The director said..." she looked down at her chest and then whispered the rest, "that my boobs were too big to play a fairy."

Hank nearly choked on his mashed potatoes. He and Bethany both glanced over at Elizabeth who apparently hadn't heard.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do great, Honey," she said. "But what on earth is going on in this town?"

---

After dinner, Hank headed back out to the shed. Dinner had been tense between his wife's moral judgements against the town and Bethany grilling him for gossip. He was glad to just sit in the quiet for a while and wait for the girls to go to bed so that he could slip of back to Noreen's house. Thoughts of his daughter's chest kept playing through his mind, though, and he was about to take out his cock and rub one off to his little girl when there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Daddy?" he heard Bethany's voice on the other side.

He zipped his trousers back up and opened the door to see her standing there with a beer in her hands.

"What are you doing?" he whispered. "If your mother sees you..."

"She fell asleep watching Who's the Boss," Bethany said, and Hank pulled her inside.

"I got you a beer," she offered, batting her eyelashes.

"Sit down," Hank said, feeling tired of her ploys to get information out of him.

Bethany sat down, and Hank took the beer from her and took a pull off it, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He'd had about enough.

"You have to stop this," he said. "This is an active investigation, and I can't tell my teenage daughter what's going on."

He pulled another chair out and threw himself down into it.

"I brought the beer because, I could tell you were stressed," she said. "And I learned that the alcohol will help release oxytocin in your brain, and I just wanted you to feel better."

Hank glared at her through slitted eyes. "I have beer out here. But thanks."

There was silence for a moment before he said, "I like that you're putting your smarts to good use. And it means a lot that you care."

"I'm sorry I was asking so many questions. I don't want to get you in trouble with your job, Daddy."

"I know, Sweetie," he said, relaxing a bit.

"Honestly, I'm worried about some of my friends from school who haven't shown up since the fire."

"I'm sorry, Hon," he said.

"It's okay, Daddy," she scooted her chair closer and laid her hand on his arm and rubbed it.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Touch is another way that we can get oxytocin," she explained. "It makes us feel closer, bonded, and it helps us relax. That's why hugs feel so good."

"How did you get to be so smart?" he asked. "I think you might be the smartest person I know." Bethany blushed. "Which friends are you worried about?"

Bethany scooted closer again until her chair was right next to her dad's and then she leaned over onto his arm and put her hand on his thigh.

"Tim Cooper. I thought he was going to be in the play with me. He's really smart, and he seemed into drama last year. He's really young, but I like him. And a couple other folks. This girl Jessica. Everyone says she's a slut, but I think she's really nice. I guess a girl can be a slut and be nice at the same time."

Hank sipped his beer.

"Tim's at his mom's. He's okay. And I saw Jessica, too," he said, thinking about just how much of her he'd seen, "when I interviewed some of the witnesses."

"I'm glad they're okay," Bethany said, rubbing her father's thigh. Hank felt his cock beginning to swell, and he was acutely aware of just how close Bethany's hand was to touching it in his pants.

"I think you're right about Jessica. She's nice, but she probably is a..." he couldn't bring himself to say the word "slut" in front of his daughter.

"I think she's really pretty. Don't you, Daddy?" Bethany asked.

"Uh huh," Hank agreed. Bethany's hand moved closer to his cock. "Do you know Jessica very well?"

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Bethany asked.

Hank scooted back, breaking the spell that Bethany was casting over him. He set down his beer and took both of her hands in his. He didn't want to answer her question directly, but he couldn't leave something like that hanging when a young woman's self esteem was on the line.

"I married your mother, mostly, because she was pretty. She had a great figure back then," he glanced over his daughter's body, "almost as good as yours. And, of course, I was thinner and had hair."

Bethany giggled.

"You know some girls find bald men attractive because they look distinguished," she said. Then she put her hands on his belly. "And I think this makes you look like a big teddy bear. I may be seventeen, but I still love my teddy bear."

Hank took a deep breath and watched as Bethany's hands rode up and down on his belly.

"Wh-why were you asking about Jessica?" he said, taking her hands in his and holding them in his lap.

"Well, she hasn't been at school since the fire, and..." Bethany's hesitation made Hank incredibly suspicious. He wanted to prompt her, but he decided to just wait to let her fill the silence. "They say she's...um...slept with older guys before."

"R-really?" he asked, clearing his throat and remembering how tight Jessica's pussy was on his cock.

"They even say that she sleeps with her own dad, but people are just mean sometimes."

Hank took another deep breath. As much as he felt like it was improper to continue this conversation with his daughter, considering how much he wanted her, he had to at least ask:

"Are you still a virgin, Betty?"

"Of course, Daddy," she said, blushing. "I'm saving myself for the right guy."

She sounded offended, but there was a smile on her face that made Hank feel like he'd made one step closer to connecting with his daughter. How he longed to be the "right guy" to her, but knowing how her mother had raised her, he had no hope that it was truly possible. Just the thought, though, that her pussy still held its cherry made him thicken.

"I just mean," he started, "I know guys your age have a hard time keeping their hands off of pretty girls."

"So you do think I'm pretty?" she countered.

Hank, still holding her hands, pulled her toward him.

"I think you're gorgeous, Princess," he admitted.

The way her face brightened at his words made his heart swell as much as his cock.

"We're getting more oxytocin from each other," she said, looking down at their hands.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"I love you, Daddy, and I want us to feel connected with each other," she replied.

"Pretty and smart. You're going to make some guy very luck," he said.

"Ha," she chuckled. "Except guys are intimidated by smart girls."

"Not the right guy," he said.

Then Hank let go of his daughter's hands and got up and went to the fridge. He returned with two beers, and he handed one to Bethany as he sat down.

"Don't tell your mother, but let's have some oxytocin," he said with a wink.

"Isn't this illegal?" she asked, her eyes big and bright with excitement.

"Very illegal," he said with a wink.

"But maybe this isn't a good thing," she said, tapping the top of her can of beer with her dainty finger. "Because although it will increase our oxytocin and even dopamine, it lowers our serotonin."

"You lost me, Sweetie," he said.

"Well, that's the chemical in our brains that makes us feel good, like happy. Although, we can get it from other things, like eating starch, or..." She looked over at her dad, glancing at his belly then up at his face. "...or from looking at someone we find attractive. Here." Bethany started braiding her hair.

"What are you doing, Princess?" he asked.

"You always say I look pretty with my hair in braids," she said, smiling. "So I'm making myself prettier for you -- to give you serotonin -- to make you happy."

Bethany kept her eyes on her father's as she watched him watching her. Her tummy felt tight as she realized that he was drinking her in. When his eyes lingered for a moment on her chest, she reached down and undid two buttons and pulled her blouse open.

"Bethany," he breathed.

"Am I pretty, Daddy?" she asked.

"Oh fuck, Sweetie!" I he gasped.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked letting her deep breaths cause her chest to rise and heave.

"You're so pretty," he whispered. He realized that she was making herself into a sexual object out of love and concern for him, and it touched him beyond belief. "So pretty and so smart. You've got the body and the brains."

"Both are at your disposal, Daddy," she said.

Hank's cock was at full attention, trapped in the leg of his pants. He saw Bethany stare at it as he adjusted himself.

"Bethany," he panted.

"I wonder how Jessica feels when she fucks her daddy," she whispered, looking up from his cock to his face. Then she leaned forward and put her hand on his dick. "Does she feel as happy as I do right now?"

Hank grabbed his daugher behind the neck and pulled her to his mouth. She squealed at the surprising sensation of being jerked toward him, but when she felt his mustache tickle her mouth and his lips press to hers, she melted.

"Do you want to be a slut like Jessica?" he asked.

"I just want to be your slut," she said, and she leaned in again to kiss him.

Hank lifted his daughter up out of her seat and set her ass on the edge of the table. He knocked the beer cans off, letting them clatter to the floor and spill. He leaned her back and reached up under her skirt, letting his hand slide up her thigh.

"It might hurt your first time, Princess. But I promise it will feel good in no time."

Bethany nodded. "I don't mind hurting...for you," she said, and she pulled his shirt, untucking it from his pants and started to unbutton it.

"I'm not that small, so it might hurt a lot," he said.

"I want to hurt for you, Daddy. I want you to be the man that rips me open."

Hank fumbled with his belt as Bethany kept unbuttoning his shirt. Soon he had it off of him, and was helping him pull his undershirt over his head. When she saw his chest and his big belly, all covered in hair, she ran her fingers up his body, savoring the way his hair tickled her fingers.

"You feel so big and powerful," she breathed.

Hank reached up under his daughter's skirt. She spread her thighs to him.

"I'm already so wet," she said. He could feel the heat of her pussy as his fingers neared. Then when they met the gusset of her cotton panties, he felt the moisture there soaking through. She gasped at his touch. "That feels good," she purred as he ran his knuckle up and down the length of her slit, pushing the fabric into her. Then he pulled the fabric aside and pushed a finger into her, making her moan and tremble. He felt the resistance of her hymen just inside, and it drove him wild.

"I saved it for you, Daddy," she breathed.

"Really?" he asked. He couldn't believe what his daughter was telling him. "How did you know I would even..."

"I was with Grandma in the hospital before she died," Bethany explained, panting. "And she told me how you and she used to...uhm...fuck. That it was like a family tradition, but that Mom wasn't in on the traditions because of her christianity. She made me promise to keep my cherry for you."

"You were twelve when she died," he said, incredulously. "All this time, I never knew that you..."

"I wasn't sure I believed the stuff she told me," Bethany interrupted. "But I never really met any guys that made me feel the way you, do. Nobody is as strong or brave or loving as you. And then when I heard about the cult, I wondered if Grandma maybe had been a part of it. She told me that she loved fucking you, Daddy, that you were the best cock she ever had. I've...I've masturbated to you ever since."

"Oh, Bethany," he sighed. "I can't tell you what this means to me."

"It means the same to me, Daddy," she said, leaning forward and holding his face in her hands to kiss him.

Hank fingered his daughter's pussy, rubbing her moisture up from her hole to her button as she kissed him.

"I want it so bad, Daddy," she begged.

Then she reached down and unfastened his pants. The sound of his zipper being pulled down filled the tiny shed as she watched in anticipation. When she reached in and took ahold of his member, she gasped at its girth.

"It's so fucking big," she moaned, "and beautiful."

Bethany looked down in awe at her father's member, amazed at how hot it felt in her hand, so hard inside, but soft and supple on the outside. She stroked it, gasping in wonder at how the skin slipped under her hand.

"I want to feel your mouth on it," Hank said.

Bethany looked up to meet her father's eyes.

"You want me to suck your cock like a little slut?" she asked, eagerly.

"Yes."

"Does Mom suck your cock?"

"Your mother never has," he replied.

Bethany slipped off the table and sank to her knees in front of her father. She held his cock in front of herself, examining the veiny texture of his shaft. Then she brought it down toward herself and began to caress her face with it.

"I want to be the slut for you that Mommy never was," she said.

"I fucking love you, Bethany!" he moaned.

He watched as his daughter put her mouth on the base of his shaft and started licking up toward his head.

"Holy shit, you're good at this," he moaned.

"I told you I saved my hymen," she said with a sly grin, "but I've used my mouth before, Daddy. Mr. Jones, my math teacher, also taught me a few things besides math after class."

"I may have to have a talk with Mr. Jones," he said, teasingly.

"Please don't arrest him, Daddy. He also taught me to do this..."

Bethany took her father into her mouth and started bobbing slowly up and down on his length, taking more and more of him into herself each time. Very soon, Hank was hitting the back of her throat, but Bethany didn't stop. He felt her gag a little, but she pushed herself down more, and he felt her throat closing around his head. Looking down at her beautiful face, as she gazed back up at him with tears in her eyes from the pain in her throat, Hank realized that he loved her more than anything in the world.

He held her head and started to gently fuck her face, letting her breathe periodically, but enjoying the fact that his seventeen-year-old daughter was able to let him use her throat. Eventually, though, Hank was ready for the main attraction. He pulled Bethany's mouth off him. Wrapping his hand around her braid, he pulled her up to her feet and kissed her.

"Was I good, Daddy?" she asked.

"Let me show you how I feel about it," he said, kissing her hard. He felt her little body pressed against his big belly as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Bethany moaned at her father's forceful kiss. "Take your panties off for me," he ordered.

Just hearing her father utter those words made her even wetter. Watching his daughter reach up under her skirt made Hanks' erection throb. When she bent over to slide her panties down her thighs, her face was right at the level of his cock. She let it press against her face, savoring its warmth and size and firmness and loving that it was wet from her saliva.

When she stood up, holding her panties, Hank took them and hung them on a nail on the wall.

"I'm going to keep these, Betty, to remember this day by."

She smiled.

"Now, I should warn you," he grumbled, picking her up and setting her on the edge of the table, "that I can get a little rough sometimes. I'll try to be sweet with you, Princess, but..." He pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist. She spread her thighs for him, exposing the blonde, curly tufts of her pubic hairs and the wet, pink slit nestled within. "...I'm not sure I'll be able to contain myself for long."

"I trust you, Daddy," she said, leaning back on her elbows.

She watched as her father took his cock in hand and pressed the head against her labia. Between the moisture within her and the saliva and pre-cum on him, her lips parted for him. He rubbed his head up and down her slit, moaning at the sensation.

"Does that feel good, Honey?"

"Oh my god, Daddy," she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Which one?" he asked.

"Which what?" she absentmindedly pondered, confused.

"Which god?"

Bethany opened her eyes in surprise as his question sank in.

"So it's true?" she asked. "It's not just the kinky sex stuff, but real paganism too?"

Hank nodded as he continued to tease her pussy with his cock head.

"What gods do you worship, Daddy?" she asked.

"Well, lately I've been kind of partial to Hecate, the goddess of choices where path converges. She also bears the keys and opens the locks."

"Like you're about to open my lock?" Bethany teased with a smile.

"Precisely," Hank grinned.

"How do we worship her, Daddy?" she moaned, her breath quickening from the sensation of his dick tantalizing her pussy.

"She says that all acts of love and pleasure are worship to her."

"That's so beautiful," Bethany groaned. "I love you so much, Daddy, and you're giving me so much pleasure. And we can worship her this way?"

Hank nodded, leaning in to press his cock in toward her entrance. Bethany drew in a quick breath as she felt her hymen stretch.

"Is there a goddess of pain?" she asked, looking from her pussy up to meet her dad's eyes.

"Persephone," he thought. "She was raped as a little girl by her Uncle, Hades. Then he took her down to the Underworld, and now she's his queen."

"I want to worship her, too," Bethany said, looking into Hank's eyes.

"We worship her by letting others hurt us for their pleasure."

"Yes!" Bethany gasped, feeling her father pressing harder. "I want to hurt for you, Daddy! I want my virgin pussy to make you feel good."

Hank leaned in and kissed his daughter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, feeling the heat of passion growing between her thighs. She felt so heady, committing incest with her father, worshiping pagan goddesses. Everything that she'd been told all her life was wrong suddenly felt so right.

"Show me how to worship your goddesses, Daddy," she purred. "Make me hurt for you in Persephone's name. Then we'll drown in love and pleasure for Hecate."

"I love you so much, Princess!" Hank cried out.

Then he thrust his cock into his daughter, ripping her open with one swift stroke and stretching her hole with his sizable girth.

"FUCK!" Bethany cried out at the pain.

Hank held himself steady inside her, feeling her tremble in his arms.

"Are you okay, Honey?" he asked.

She took a few quick breaths and looked up at him.

"Does it feel good, Daddy?"

"Your pussy feels incredible," he moaned. "You're even tighter than Jessica."

Bethany laughed. "So she really is a slut?" she asked.

"She's the sweetest slut I know. She offered me her pussy since I couldn't fuck you yet."

"Awww," Bethany sighed. "I've always kind of liked her. I like her even more, knowing that she was taking care of my daddy."

"You're not jealous?" Hank asked.

Bethany shook her head, biting her lip as she adjusted to the pain.

"I think it's hot that you fuck other little girls," she teased, lifting her pussy up toward him, gasping at the mixture of pain and pleasure she felt in doing so. "But I love knowing that my pussy is tighter than hers."

"I've cheated on your mom a lot," he said, pulling back and pushing into her again. "But I have never felt a pussy like yours, Betty. It's like I've waited all my life to feel you."

"Me too, Daddy," she said, meeting his thrust.

He pulled his cock back and looked down to see the pink sheen of her blood mingled with her grool.

"That looks so cool," she said, looking with him.

"In the cult, the mother would be there to lick your virgin blood off my dick," Hank explained.

"That's so fucked up and hot," she said. "Can we taste it together since there's no way in hell that Mom would?"

Hank pulled out and made Bethany get on her knees to suck him. He rubbed the head of his shaft around her lips. Then he set her back up on the table and licked her pussy. Then he kissed her. They both moaned, tasting the blood and the flavor of her pussy mingled together. Then he pushed his dick back into her.

"Thank you, Daddy. That was so cool. I feel so dirty, but at the same time, it feels so right. I loved tasting my pussy and blood on your lips."

"That's what the Old Ways are like, Honey. It's fucked up and scary sometimes, but always in a way that turns you on."

"Can I join the cult like you?" she asked as he started fucking her again.

"Technically, I haven't joined yet. I mean, I ate Melissa's pussy and then sucked Tim's dick after he fucked his mother in the ass. But I haven't been officially inducted yet."

"Holy fucking shit!" Bethany gasped. Then she covered her mouth, embarrassed at her outburst.

"It's okay, Honey," he laughed. "It literally was holy fucking shit. As our priest, anytime Tim fucks, it's holy fucking. And I definitely tasted some of Noreen's shit on his cock."

"His own mother. That's amazing," Bethany mused.

"Noreen's a pistol, too," Hank said. "That woman knows how to use her body."

"I want to be a part of this, Daddy," she said.

Hank kissed her then pushed her down to lie on her back on the table. He lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, amazed at how long and shapely they were.

"You will be, Baby. I'll make sure of it. Maybe we can be inducted together: father and daughter at the same time."

"I like the sound of that," she sighed.

When Hank pressed into her in this new position, Bethany felt him go even deeper.

"Oh goddess!" she cried out, making Hank smile at how she was embracing his world.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "Sorry, Persephone. I'm only worshiping Hecate now with my pussy."

Hank got into a rhythm inside his daughter. She was so tight that he knew he wasn't going to last as long as he normally would. But he wanted to make sure that she came with him. He wanted their first time to be as special as possible. He focused on his breathing as he pumped in and out until he felt her squirming beneath him.

"It feels so good, Daddy! Oh, your cock feels incredible!"

"It feels good to me, too, Princess. You're the best pussy I've ever had."

"I'm your pussy," she moaned. "I'll always be your pussy, Daddy."

"Fuck yes, Bethany!"

"Oh goddess, Daddy! I'm going to cum. I've never cum from a cock inside me before! It's so hot!"

"I'm going to cum, too, Betty! I'm going to fill your little pussy with my seed!"

"DADDY!" she cried out, arching her back. "DADDY! YES!"

"Cum for me, Princess! I want to feel your pussy cum so hard!" he grunted.

"DADDY, I LOVE YOU! I...I...I'M CUMMING!"

Hank felt the warm rush of juices inside his daughter, coating his dick. He felt her tightening down on him, massaging him as she contracted around him. The sensation was incredible, and the expression on her face of pained ecstasy was too much for him. He'd made his little girl cum.

"FUUUCCCKKKK!" Hank grunted, and he shot his seed into her.

"I feel it! I feel your cum inside me, Daddy!" she gasped.

Hank thrust with each spurt of his cock, pushing his seed deep into her, moaning as he filled his daughter. When their orgasms finally subsided, they looked at each other and smiled.

"That was so incredible, Daddy," she sighed.

"That was the best fuck of my life, Honey," he panted.

"Can we do this every day?" she giggled.

"With pleasure."

"With love and pleasure," she corrected him, and they both laughed.

When Hank pulled out of her, Bethany felt the cum trickle down toward her crack.

"You came so much, Daddy. It's leaking out of me."

Hank bent over and licked up the semen and then kissed her, letting her taste their orgasms mingled together. She felt so relaxed, almost limp in his arms, and the flavor of their love, she knew, was something she'd never forget.

As he took his cock in hand, ready to tuck it back into his pants, Bethany reached up for the panties hanging on the nail.

"Leave them," he said. "They're mine now."

Bethany felt a thrill at her father keeping the panties from the time he took her virginity.

"But what if Mom sees them?" she asked.

"She never comes in here. But if she does, I'll just tell her the truth -- that I use them for polishing my gun."

Bethany got a mental picture of her father stroking his shaft with her panties, and she loved it. She took them down and wiped her cum from his dick, then hung them back up.

Hank tucked his cock back into his pants, and got two more beers from the fridge and opened them. Then he sat down and patted his lap for Bethany to sit there. She leaned sideways against his chest, and he wrapped his arm around her.

"Aren't we supposed to smoke a cigarette afterwards?" she asked.

"Smoking's gross," he said. "All that ash, and the butts everywhere. Beer's better. You just throw the can away when you're done."

"Plus it makes your daddy belly nice and round," she said, rubbing it.

"You don't think I look disgusting with this thing?" he asked.

"No!" she replied. "I think it makes you look strong and manly. I love it."

"And by the gods, I love you, Betty."

They sat in silence for a while, sipping away. Bethany was already feeling tired from cumming, and the beer was adding to that.

"Bethany, will you help me with something?" he asked after a while.

"Anything," she replied.

"I need you to be my spy," he told her, "at school. Keep your eyes and ears open."

"Yeah," she nodded.

"We still haven't found Pastor Kevin," he said. "I think Greg Thompson kidnapped him when he burned down the church."

"Pastor Thompson?" she asked, startled. "But why?"

Hank told her what he knew about the night the God and Goddess came into the church. Bethany listened with rapt attention.

"I asked Melissa and Audrey, the witch, if they had any magic that would help us find him. I hope they do. Kevin was always kind of a pussy, but he doesn't deserve what Greg is going to dish out on him, especially if Audrey's vision of him being sodomized is true."

"I remember Stacey," Bethany mused. "She was a couple years older than me. She was always so pretty, but kind of shy. And she never came back from Hades?"

"As far as I know, she's still there."

"I'll help in any way I can, Daddy," Bethany promised. "But when can we go to the cult and be inducted?"

"I think you should stay here tonight and go to school tomorrow," Hank replied, to which Bethany frowned. "But maybe tomorrow night I can steal you away and take you out there."

Bethany pictured in her mind what it would be like to let Tim fuck her while Melissa sat on her face. It sent a shiver up her spine.

"Don't let your mom smell your breath when you go in," he said.

"I snuck out the window," she replied, getting up out of his lap and almost falling over. "Ooops."

"I don't think you're going to make it back in that window."

Hank gave her a stick of gum and helped her back to the house. Elizabeth was in the shower, so they were able to get in and get Bethany to her room without being detected. When Elizabeth came out, she found Hank sitting in his recliner, with a beer.

"You're drinking an awful lot," she commented.

"Got an awful lot of reasons to drink," he replied.

Elizabeth let out a "hmph" and stormed back to their bedroom.

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Audrey sat down at Noreen's table, joining the women closest to Tim: his mother, his fiancee, and his girlfriend. They welcomed her with smiles. Noreen looked out the window in the dining area to see Tim running around naked with the two little girls in front of the house.

"Autumn is so amazing," Melissa said, watching him chase the girls, catching them, kissing their naked bodies in different places before he released them.

"Tim and I are trying to get pregnant," Audrey blurted out. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She felt, somehow, that it might cause tension with these women, and if there was going to be conflict, she wanted to get it over and done with.

"I'm so glad," Melissa said, laying her hand on Audrey's.

"Awwww," Jessica said. Sitting next to Audrey, she leaned over and hugged the woman.

"We'll both be carrying his child together. Our children will be siblings," Noreen said, reaching over to take Audrey's other hand.

The librarian took a deep breath, and let it out. She had braced herself for jealousy, for a fight, but she found instead comfort and acceptance.

"He has such a strong urge to be a dad right now," Melissa said. "I'm glad you want that with him."

"I...I think I'm in love with him," Audrey said, looking up to meet Melissa's eyes, still worried. "But I don't want to get in the way of your love with him."

Melissa leaned over and kissed Audrey.

"You're part of that love," Melissa said, "so it's simply not possible for you to get in the way."

Audrey's eyes brimmed with tears. "I was worried you'd all be mad at me -- or jealous or..."

"You're in the company of three pussies that all drip for him," Noreen said. "Welcome to the club."

"Are you using magic to make it happen?" Melissa asked.

"No," Audrey smiled. "We're doing it the mundane way: fucking every chance we get. And I won't let another man inside my pussy until I know that I'm quick with his child."

"After I have Daddy's baby, I want my next one to be Tim's," Jessica said. "I just wish we could all marry him."

"Married to my own son. Fuck that would be hot," Noreen said, smiling.

"Well," Audrey said, feeling their attention turn to her. "I mean, the state would only respect one marriage to Tim, and that should be you, of course," she said to Melissa. "But we could all handfasted with him."

"I haven't heard that term in a long time," Noreen said.

"What is it?" Melissa asked.

"Well, originally," Audrey explained, "it was a form of trial wedding where the bride and groom would be bound together symbolically with a ribbon or rope during the ceremony, and then they would live together for a year and a day to see whether it would work. But now a lot of pagans use it as a type of wedding ceremony. It can be coupled with legal marriage, or it can be purely a ceremony of commitment where they pledge to stay together for as long as love shall last."

"As long as love shall last," Noreen said with Audrey. "I remember my grandmother telling me about it."

"That's beautiful," Melissa said.

"I want that," Jessica said. "I want to pledge my love to him. Gods, my pussy is wet just thinking about promising my body, my love to him, he's so..."

They all looked out the window to see Tim pick Kallie up in his arms and kiss her on the mouth as he swung her around. Then he set her down and did the same thing to Autumn. The girls were giggling with glee, and it was clear by his solid erection that he was having a good time, too.

"Yes he is," Audrey murmured, not even knowing what Jessica was going to say next, but agreeing with the passion in the girl's voice.

"Fuck him right now," Melissa said, overcome with emotion. "Jessica, go get Tim. I want to watch him take your pussy," she said to Audrey, "right here on the table. I want all of us to watch as he hammers your cunt and fills it with his semen."

"Goddess, yes!" Audrey cried.

Jessica got up and ran outside, bursting through the screen door. She grabbed Tim's hand and dragged him back to the house. The two little girls followed. He came inside to see Audrey stripping off her clothes and lying down on the table. She spread her thighs to him.

"Fuck her, Tim," Melissa groaned. "Fuck her as hard as you can."

Noreen, Melissa and Jessica all started stripping off their clothes as they watched Tim walk up to where Audrey was spreading her legs on the kitchen table.

"Can Kallie and I suck your dick first to make you wet?" Autumn offered. "Is that okay, Mommy?"

"Yes," Audrey replied, smiling. "I would love to watch the girls take your big, beautiful cock into their sweet, little mouths."

Autumn and Kallie, clearly still aroused from playing with Tim outside, closed in on him. They were short enough that they didn't have to kneel. They just bent over. They took turns putting their lips around his dick and bobbing on his cock, trying to make him as sloppy as possible. Autumn went first, and then she offered his cock to Kallie.

Watching the girls, Jessica remembered how she had shared Tim's cock with Stacey, holding out his dick and offering it to the other girl. The memory made her heart hurt, and she looked up to see Melissa watching her, smiling. It made Jessica feel better to know that she wasn't the only one remembering that they'd lost one of their own. She missed Stacey. Watching Autumn control access to Tim's dick made Jessica proud of the little ten-year-old vixen who not only was controlling Kallie's access to Tim but her own mother's access.

"Jessica," Melissa offered, "you're Tim's first girlfriend. Why don't you be the one to guide his dick into Audrey's pussy."

Jessica beamed at the chance to resume her role.

"Fuck, yes," Tim moaned as he watched Jessica kneel down next to the girls and wrap her fingers around his wet shaft.

"Okay, back off, you cute, little cocksuckers," Jessica chuckled as she had to pull his dick away from their hungry mouths.

"Awwwww," the girls moaned together, saddened at the loss of his cock in their mouths.

"Now watch your mom take our boyfriend's beautiful dick into her hot, wet pussy," she said. The girls looked longingly on as Jessica kissed his dick and then aimed it toward Audrey's cunt. "Tim's going to get your mom pregnant. You're going to have a baby brother or sister."

"I hope it's a girl," Autumn said. "So we can teach her to suck her daddy's cock, too. But if it's a boy, we can all have fun fucking him."

Jessica smiled, appreciating Autumn's slutty desire.

As Jessica guided Tim to Audrey's opening, she moaned at the sight of his sizable cock spreading the woman's labia apart. The sound of Audrey's wet pussy parting around his head made everyone in the room gasp.

"Don't push in yet," Jessica told him. Then she got behind him and held him by the hips, pushing him until his dick was completely buried inside of Audrey.

"Thank you, Jessica," Audrey moaned. "I'm so happy to be able to share your boyfriend."

"Our boyfriend," Jessica corrected, and she leaned over Audrey and kissed her. "Now fuck the shit out of her, Tim," Jessica said, and she stepped back.

Tim was clearly frustrated at having to to wait to start fucking Audrey. His breathing was ragged, and he was almost trembling. He looked into Audrey's eyes, and she melted at the primal way he was devouring her with his gaze. He pulled back, holding onto her hips, and then he started fucking in and out of her.

The women moaned as they watched.

"God, he's so primal," Noreen panted as she rubbed her own pussy.

Melissa pulled Jessica to her and started fingering the girl as they watched Tim plunge his dick into Audrey.

"I loved how possessive but giving you were with Tim and Stacey," Melissa said to Jessica. "Just don't get overly possessive, and you will stay at the top the hierarchy."

"I don't mind being pushed further down," Jessica said, holding her hands over belly as if she were already showing. "I can enjoy being submissive, too."

"Then maybe Audrey should be his main girlfriend," Melissa suggested.

Jessica nodded as she watched Tim pump into the woman's cunt.

"She deserves that," Jessica said. "Just look at her. She's so beautiful. So sexy."

"Do you really want to be submissive?" Melissa asked.

Jessica nodded. Melissa turned Jessica's face away from the sight of Tim fucking to make the girl look at her.

"Then stop watching them. Get on your knees and eat my pussy," Melissa said.

Jessica whimpered at the thought of not getting to watch Tim's gorgeous cock fuck Audrey's beautiful pussy, but she nodded. Melissa put her hand on the girl's head and pushed her down to her knees. She parted her legs and pulled Jessica's face to her wet, hairy cunt, moaning as she felt the girl's tongue slip up through her folds.

"When you're done with me, I want you to make Noreen cum, and then Autumn, and then Kallie. After you've serviced us, then you can eat Tim's cum out of Audrey."

"Yes, my priestess," Jessica moaned, savoring the taste of Melissa's cunt as much as the delicious thrill of being denied what she wanted most.

"You're Tim's girlfriend, but you're his last girlfriend. Everyone in this room comes before you sexually."

"Oh, yes, my priestess," Jessica moaned, the humiliation of being lower than the little girls washing over her, but mostly, feeling blissful about how Melissa was taking control over her.

Melissa watched as Tim furiously fucked Audrey. Autumn reached up and took her mother's hand, and it touched Melissa to see the close bond between them. She hoped she would have that with her own daughter.

"Fuck me, Tim!" Audrey cried out. "My pussy is yours to fill. Give me your seed, please! Breed me, Tim! I want to have your baby!"

Tim grunted with guttural ecstasy as his climax approached.

"OH FUCK!" Audrey cried. "I'm cumming, Tim! I'm cumming for you! FUUUCKKK!"

Tim grabbed Audrey around the neck and pulled her up to him, pressing his mouth to hers as he closed his fingers lightly around her throat.

"Yes!" she cried, "I love you!" between kisses, but Tim didn't speak. He just fucked and kissed and held her until suddenly he cried out. Then he thrust hard into her as he shot his cum into Audrey. She felt it, the hot flood of his semen. She gasped as he hammered into her with quick, deep, pausing thrusts, timing it with the ejaculation of his balls into her.

When his orgasm finally started winding down, he looked into her eyes as his cock continued to spurt bit by bit into her.

"I love you so much," he panted. "You're such an incredible fuck, Audrey."

The woman blushed under his praise. She looked out of the corner of her eye at Melissa and Noreen, fearful of their jealousy, but Noreen leaned over the table and kissed Audrey.

"My son is right, you're one hot little bitch," she said.

Melissa was nearing her own climax as Jessica's tongue bathed her clitoris.

"You're so fucking sexy, Audrey," Melissa moaned. "I love sharing my fiancee with you."

"Can Kallie and I lick the cum off your dick?" Autumn asked.

Tim pulled out of Audrey to put his still-throbbing cock into Autumn's little mouth. She felt the last few spurts onto her tongue, and she moaned. She sucked him, her eyes rolling back into her head as she tasted his cum and her mother's. Then she pulled off and pushed Kallie's head to his dick.

"Taste how good my mommy's cum is," she told the younger girl as she made Kallie go down on Tim.

Watching the two girls share Tim's cock as he deflated finally pushed Melissa over the edge. She put both hands on the back of Jessica's head and shoved her cunt hard against the girl's mouth. She could feel Jessica struggling for air, but she didn't relent, rubbing her pussy against her soft lips.

"YESSS!" Melissa cried, cumming.

Jessica opened her mouth to drink the flood of juices that Melissa poured out. She felt so wonderful, having made her priestess cum. Then Melissa shoved Jessica's head away. The girl was in shock for a moment until she saw Noreen smiling down on her. She let the older woman pull her face to her cunt, and Jessica readily opened her mouth to please yet another woman.

"Mommy, is Jessica a slut?" Autumn asked, making Jessica whimper at the humiliation of a ten-year-old questioning her sexuality.

"Yes. She's a slut and a bitch," Audrey replied.

"Jessica has a problem sometimes of thinking that she deserves Tim more than others do, so we're going to put her in her place," Melissa chimed in, still trembling from her orgasm. "Will you help me put Jessica in her place?"

Autumn nodded.

"Good. She's yours to use after Noreen cums. Yours too, Kallie."

"I don't want her to lick my pussy, though," Kallie said, watching Jessica eat Noreen out. "I want her to lick my asshole."

"I think that's wonderful," Melissa said.

Jessica whimpered at the thought of being debased beneath a little girl. Her pussy was so wet, but she was certain that nobody was going to be fucking it tonight, and that thought made her smile. She realized that she loved being put in her place.