Outcast (FM, Mmgg, Mg, Oral, Anal, Ped, Rp, Int)
by Osric134

Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, rape, drugs or murder. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my imaginative characters do either. These are
just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT wishful
thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my
tales as anything but strokable fun.



Prologue:

The little girls were both woken up by the big scary men. They
heard their mother's screams and were very frightened. The scary
men laughed as the picked both girls up and took them out to the
van. The girls were crying as they were driven away in their
father's van by the men. Later they were taken to a car and
driven for a very long time. Then they were taken to another car
that the men broke into, that too was driven for ages.
It was morning when they arrived at a remote house in between the
cold mountains. They were taken to the house and down into the
basement, where they were stripped naked and beaten with the
ginger man's fat belt. Then they were left there.
The girls, twin, hugged and cried all night long.
Stomping feet woke them and the girls recoiled in terror as the
ginger man approached the bed.
"From now on you will call me 'Daddy' and if you do not obey me
then I will beat you severely. Understand?" he shouted. Both
girls nodded. The man beat them mercilessly until the said "Yes
Daddy!".
They didn't eat for four whole days, both girls were starving and
needed food badly.
The stomping feet told them that they had another visit from
their tormentor. He stood over the two cowering children and
smiled.
"Who wants to eat?"
Both girls put up their hand like they did in school.
He opened his pants to the horror of the twins.
One girl refused and he beat her until she lost consciousness.
The other obeyed and was fed the thick, white stuff that tasted
strange after the ginger man rubbed his 'thing'. This happened
again later and again in the night. Then other men came down with
the ginger man and also gave the girl the white stuff to eat. She
ate so much of it that she wasn't hungry any more and slept well
that night. The ginger man put her in a different bed, a softer
bed and told her she was a good girl. Her sister watched the
'feeding', still refusing to 'eat'. She remained hungry for
another two days until, weak with hunger, she begged for some of
the white stuff from his 'thing'. The ginger man told her that in
order for him to give her the white stuff she had to make him
happy so that his 'thing', his cock, grew. She nodded and he made
her suck it, lick it and play with his 'balls' until he got
really hard, then he gave her the white stuff and she felt a
little better. She begged the man to let the other men give her
their white stuff too and she'd be a really good girl. He laughed
and told her that the white stuff was called Sperm and that he
would let her have more of it if she was a very good girl. She
nodded and he took her upstairs, leaving her sister alone on her
new soft bed. Then the ginger man came back the next day with the
naked child and put her on the soft bed with her twin. Her crotch
was wet, leaking white sperm from her gaping, red bum-hole and
there was even a little blood oozing out of her plump little
pussy. She was asleep. The other girl looked at the contented
smile on her sister's face an knew she had been fed lots and lots
of thick, creamy sperm.
The ginger man looked at the girl and smiled
"Your sister has been very good. We've given her all the Sperm,
so you'll have to be a very good girl to eat today, all my
friends' cocks are empty and you will have to do lots of things
to get your meal or go very hungry."
The little girl got frightened and pleaded with the ginger man to
let her try. He laughed and took her upstairs too. She would soon
look just like her sleeping twin.



Meeting

I had spent fifteen long years in Guyana. My parents had taken me
there when I was twelve and I finally got back before my twenty
seventh birthday. I stayed at a family friend for a week until I
found somewhere to go. She was upset that I had left at all. She
was always trying to get me into her bed. She wasn't really my
type, she was big, fat and I really didn't fancy smokers.
During my last four years in Guyana, I had managed to get
involved in the diamond trade, starting with small scale trades
in uncut diamonds and then working my way up to larger, cut
stones. My last haul had been half a million in cut stones and I
had made seven million selling them to a trader in Trinidad.
Before I came back to the UK, I had obtained an import license
and contacted a dealer who was in the market for newly cut, South
American diamonds. I bought up everything I could get and then I
sold them at a bargain price when I got back, still making a
slight profit and banking the fourteen million in a new bank
account.
I had invested the money with several low-yield funds and decided
to live off the remaining profits, buying the house and a new car
after I got my driver's license. The dark blue Ford Escort was
adequate for what I needed and I was never really into those
flashy sports cars anyway.
My house was a four bedroom, detached property in Beckton, up in
East London. It was a very nice place and the area was quiet. I
liked the trees and the cul-de-sacs and the fact that there was
so few 'rowdys' in the area.
I got a part time job as a security guard and did the six to
midnight shift. Several times they tried to get me to do a
midnight to six shift and I said no.
"I got this job on the very strict terms that I would do three
days a week, Tuesday to Thursday, six to midnight. That's it!"
"But we have no one to cover the other shifts and most of the
people are on your shift." they said.
"That's not my problem now is it?" I said and walked off. They
got someone else to do it.
I eventually got bore doing that and found that a college near me
was doing computing, hardware and repairs. I left the guard job
and enrolled full-time on the computer course.
I found that I had a natural ability with hardware and software,
able to quickly work out what the problems were and how to fix
them. I made some friends among the men and women there, four
really good ones.
Harvey Jones was a short, plump white guy from Walthamstow. He
was the only one there who was on my level of intelligence when
it came to IQ. He was a soft, nerdy young man who was still
single. He had the same humour as me and we got on really well.
Sujit Singh was a British born Indian who managed to finish the
course even though he thought he couldn't. Sujit was a nice guy,
younger than me and Harvey. He was also single, but his future
marriage was already set up for him. He hung around with me and
Harvey and even managed to put in some clever insights of his
own.
Hazel Morris was older than all of us. She was married, but
separated from her husband. She didn't talk much about herself,
but we knew she lived alone and that she had lost her daughters
in a kidnapping years ago. No one wanted to pry so we avoided
saying anything about it to her.
She was very friendly though and even made very rude jokes with
us, taking as good as she gave. I really liked her, she had a
sexual quality about her that belied her chunky appearance. Her
pretty face was appealing and I really wouldn't have minded
climbing between those hefty thighs for a long ride, while
clutching her meaty backside.
We went out together often, Harvey often bringing his sister
Junie along. Sujit sometimes brought a pretty Indian-Brit along
and we all suspected that this was his future wife-to-be. That
only left me and Hazel as singles and we always partnered up
together. By the time we left the course with our City & Guilds
certification, we had all very much bonded as a group.
It didn't take long for me and Harvey to get jobs in IT. Sujit
and Hazel took much longer and they began to become disheartened.
I kept pounding at them to persevere and Sujit got a job at a
company called Eurodata. Hazel waited another three week s before
she was taken on by First Railways as an IT support analyst. She
was overjoyed. We all celebrated by going to a nightclub in
central London, where even I drank a few beers and got really
tipsy. I woke up in the morning, naked in a strange bed. I raised
my head and found the smooth, flawless skin of a plump female
next to me. She groaned and turned over and I was startled to see
Hazel's pretty face and huge hazel eyes gleaming at me.
"Hello handsome!" she said and pushed me back down, kissing me
until I got hard and then climbing on top of me.
"I've been trying to get you in bed for ages!" she told me and I
felt her surprisingly tight pussy sliding slowly down onto me,
making me gasp.
"Ahhhhh! That's so nice and big!" she moaned, then she opened her
eyes and smiled at me, "It's really true what they say about
black men. You're the biggest I've ever had!"
She kept me in her bed all day, sucking my cock each time I
wilted and squeezing me back up into her clutching pussy again
and again.
By the time I left to go home I was hers and she made sure I knew
it, calling me every day and telling me how good I made her feel,
how talented my tongue was and how often she was going to use me.
I admit to getting quite a thrill out of it.
I began to enjoys the feel of her body under me, over me, of
being between her firm, chunky thighs. She loved mothering me,
cuddling me all the time. The others knew we were an item and
accepted it without much fuss. According to them, we had been
making 'goo goo' eyes at each other long before we became an
item. I honestly didn't think I did, but they must have been
right.
It was another six months before I asked Hazel to move in with
me, she moved out of her rented accommodation and into my bedroom
with all of her things. She hung pictures of her two pretty
daughters up on the wall, finally telling me the story of their
kidnapping, her rape and the involvement of her husband and his
criminal past. She hadn't found out until that night about his
links with organised crime and the various pies he had his hands
in. She was horrified to learn that her girls were taken from her
to be sold to a paedophile ring. She was told that if she said
anything to the police she would never see her girls again and
they would come for her no matter where she was and cut her up
into small pieces and fed to the girls before they were send to
some Arab country as whore for a Sheik who loved young, white
flesh. She cried as she gave me the details and begged me not to
tell anyone. That wouldn't be hard for me to do, I didn't fancy
seeing her cut into tiny pieces just before they killed me too.

I had turned thirty and Hazel was soon to be thirty five years
old. We had been together for three years and she had divorced
her scumbag husband. We got married that same year. We only
invited our close friends and immediate family. We spent our
honeymoon in Hawaii and had sex all the time. The one thing I
found was that I loved her very high sex drive, she always seemed
horny and knew how to get me hot. She finally told me that her
ex-husband hat met her when she was eleven, romanced her until
she let him 'bed' her and took her virginity. He taught her how
to please him and then his friends for many years before he
eventually married her and she gave him twin daughters.
It was apparent to me that, even though she didn't admit it, she
had been a child sex slave as her daughters must be now.
For some strange reason I found the thought of a young Hazel, not
yet with breasts, being used by a continuous string of men, very
erotic. Sick, but very erotic. I got an erection every time she
smiled at me in that certain way that her twin girls smiled in
that picture on the wall behind her head. It had a very sexy leer
to it, she must have passed that on to them.
Then we had news. It was December and the TV was awash with news
of a child sex ring being smashed and it's link with organised
crime uncovered, netting nearly four hundred arrests. Hazel
screamed and I saw the police dragging a man from a house in
Wembley. It was Frank Morris in his underpants and dressing gown,
they were also leading a young child out behind him, covered in a
sheet. She was about fourteen or so and being led away by two
police women.
The report said that he was caught in the act and had tried to
shoot the policemen, who were upon him before he could line the
gun up.
She called the authorities and begged them for information on her
twins. They told her that they still were looking into the case.
Then it happened.
The doorbell rang and I went to open it. A policeman and woman
were standing there.
"We're looking for Hazel Morris?" the big policeman said. He hid
his thoughts well.
"She's Hazel Hinds now, my wife. She's out shopping and will be
back in five minutes. She's only gone for bread and milk." I
smiled. "Can I help at all?"
"We we have some very good news for your wife Mr Hinds, we've
found her girls!"
I grabbed the door frame to stop myself from collapsing. They
found my Hazel's girls!
He caught my shoulders.
"Are you alright sir?"
I shook my head, tears in my eyes.
"You don't understand how much this means to her, how much she's
suffered. I just can't believe it's over!"
I invited them inside and they brought the girls in from the car.
They were older than their photographs on the wall behind where
they sat. Even the policewoman was looking at the pictures and
back at the girls, then smiling at them reassuringly. They kept
looking at me with big brown eyes, the same hazel colour as their
mother's. One smiled at me, then the other.
"Are you our new Daddy?" one asked.
"Well, I'm married to your Mummy, so I guess I am!" I smiled. The
both smiled too. Just then the door opened and Hazel came into
the room.
"Keithy, why are the Police he..... " Her voice faded as she
stared at the twin girls sitting together next to the standing
policewoman. She seemed unable to believe her eyes.
"Mummy?" asked one girl. The other got to her feet and the they
both ran over to her. She fell to her knees, hugging the girls to
her and crying.
"My babies!" she sobbed, "My beautiful babies!"
The policeman took me aside and told me that the girls had been
recovered when they broke the child sex ring. They had found them
in a remote house up in the Scottish mountains that one of the
gang had owned. The man and his cohorts were caught in the act of
sodomising the children in different rooms. They had been with a
counsellor for several weeks and she told them that a family life
was the best thing to get them de-programmed.
We spoke for a long time and then I asked him to let me explain
this to my wife and he agreed, almost relieved that he didn't
have to deal with it.
We were left on our own, the counsellor who had accompanied the
police to the house, told us that she would visit to see the
girls' progress. She also told me that she could not get them to
talk about their abuse and that she was hoping that we could
eventually get them to talk to us about what happened to them and
help the healing process.
We were soon left alone and I went back into the room to find
hazel sitting in the chair, a girl on each thigh, hugging them to
her, whispering to them as they giggled at whatever she was
telling them.
I smiled as I saw how quickly they all re-bonded with each other.
She looked up at me, smiling like I had never seen her smile
before and I felt a slighty jealous, but shook it off quickly.
"Girls, I want you to meet my husband and your very new Daddy,
Keith Hinds." she told them, "Keithy, this is Cassie," she
indicated the girl on her left with the scar on her top lip, "And
this is Polly!" she said looking at the other girl. Both girls
gave me that big leering smile that their mother always turned me
on with.
"Hello Daddy!" they said together, still grinning.
"Hello girls, I'm very pleased to meet you." I told them. They
giggled again and turned and looked at each other, giggling once
again.
"I think they're excited to have such a handsome black hunk as
their new Daddy as much as they are to be back with me.”




First Joining

They were very intelligent for girls of eleven years old, much
smarter than they had a right to be. The seemed to have picked up
a language from some of their captors, I wasn't sure what it was
since I was shit at languages anyway. I had the impression that
it sounded a bit Russian, even their mother got a bit perplexed
when the whispered to each other in their special tongue.
"Girls, please don't do that, it's bad manners to speak another
language in front of people."
They just giggled and continued. She shrugged, exasperated.
"What can I do?" she said to me, throwing up her arms. "They
don't seem to want to listen to me."
I didn't know what to say to that. They had been away from their
mother for nearly four years now and I didn't think they knew how
to respond to her any more.
"Girls!" I said sternly, "Your mother asked you not to do that!
Stop at once!"
We were both surprised when the fell silent and then started
speaking again in English. They chatted away now in exactly the
same manner that they had been doing in whatever that as before.
Hazel looked at me with wide eyes, we were both taken back by
their sudden obedience. Was it just my tone? Or something else. I
guess we would find out.

We were advised not to place them back into school for two
reasons, because they were far out of their years for even
secondary school, and because they didn't seem to be able to
associate with children any more. They had effectively become
outcasts. We got a private tutor instead to teach them, but
because Hazel was so paranoid, she would only let them teach the
girls when either of us was around. The woman who taught them
seemed to be getting through, the girls just soaked up knowledge
like a sponge.
I started staying home more often as Hazel wanted a career in IT
and I didn't really have to work. I started doing small
networking jobs from home for a small cost to them, I could VPN
into their networks and fix many problems, only occasionally
having to go in to do physical stuff.
I became very uncomfortable when the children's tutor started
getting overly friendly with me, going as far as inviting me to
dinner at her place for a 'chat' about the children's progress.
"There's no reason for me to go all the way to your house to hear
what you can tell me right here!" I told her. She looked
disappointed and gave me a brief report on the obvious. I then
suspected a ruse of some kind and spoke to Hazel about it. She
didn't seem surprised.
"You're gorgeous! For heavens sake Keith, don't you expect women
will try to bed you?"
"Well, no! I'm married!" I said. She just laughed.
"To some women that's a challenge!"
After the tutor actually tried to kiss me in the kitchen, I
sacked her and we got a young man fresh out of college and eager
to impress. But he soon stopped coming, leaving a message on our
answer-phone saying that he felt very intimidated by the two
little girls. In the end I took all of the work the two tutors
had left behind and taught them myself. It was hard going at
first, I had no idea what I was doing, but I got the hang of it
and soon had them interested and attentive. By the time the
schools inspector came and checked their work and what I had been
teaching them, she congratulated me on what I had done and even
suggested that I had a future in teaching. I smiled politely, but
declined.

The girls were home almost three months before I became very
disturbed. Hazel's job was going well and she had to go up to
Wales on a Management conference. She would be spending three
weeks with about thirty of her work colleagues and she brought
home the letter and the leaflets for the conference.
"I'll be back in three weeks, everything will be fine!" she
smiled, rubbing my crotch. She had pretty much fucked me
constantly since we first got together. Now I was expected to do
without any sex for three whole weeks. I was going to have very
hard time.
She hugged the girls, who started crying. She spoke to them at
length while I got her bags in the car and then I drove her down
to her office and watched the coach drive off with the girls
clinging to my waist. We drove home and they clung to me all
evening, Polly climbing into my lap and dozing off for a bit
until I sent them up to bed. I sat there and watched their fat,
meaty bottoms in their tight, stretchy shorts they loved to wear,
as they ran out of the room and up to bed.
I watched a few late shows and then turned everything off, going
up to bed after locking up the house. I stopped to check that
they were in bed, and the closed the door, going to my lonely
room. I stripped off, climbed into bed and fell into a troubled
sleep.
"Daddy!"
I was having a really nice dream.
"Daddy!"
My dream was fading and I had a very groggy head.
"Hmm?" I grumbled.
"Daddy I'm scared. I want to sleep with you!"
"Uh! OK!" I yawned and I heard a rustle of cloth and then a
smooth, warm body slipped under the sheets next to me.
"I'm a good girl Daddy!" she said.
"I know you are Baby!" I yawned again, sleep once again taking
hold and everything faded into a dream where Hazel had sweetly
sucking lips. She sucked my cock and felt so wonderful. She was
so good at sucking my cock that I erupted quickly into her mouth
and she drank it all down hungrily, lapping my cock for ages
until I drifted into a different dream.

Tight. Very very tight. It squeezed my cock in a strong grip. The
warm body I was hugging was pressed back against me hard. Firm,
plump little bottom was pressed hard against my crotch,
occasionally clenching around my cock. Then the buttocks started
moving, pumping my cock in and out of the very tight hole. So
tight. I gasped, unable to keep quiet.
"Mmmmm!" a soft voice moaned. The tightness felt so damned good,
I didn't want it to stop. A dream, it must be another dream. But
it felt so real.
I hugged the small body against me tighter, earning another
clenching of the chunky buttocks and a wriggle of those wonderful
hips, making me gasp again. Such sweet little hips, so active,
energetic. They pumped and pumped back into me, slipping my cock
in and out, in and out of that oh-so-tight hole.
"Mmmmm! Ahhhhh!" the soft female voice sighed again, her hips
getting excited as my cock throbbed, as if sensing that I was
going to cum. They rammed back at me, once, twice, three times
and I lost it, shooting my sperm deep into that wonderful, sweet
and tight bottom, those delicious hips rotating and rubbing
against my groin as it clenched and squeezed the last drops out
of me. I lay there for a while, hugging the small, soft flesh
against me, loving that little cooing sound she was making as my
cock throbbed in her bottom. Such a tight, delicious bottom. I
drifted back into another, much more forgettable dream...

I woke up lying on my side. The warm body in my arms, pressing up
against me felt so nice, my arms were wrapped around it and there
was a small lump in my hand that felt like a budding breast,
plump, warm buttocks pressed up hard against my crotch. I was a
bit disoriented and didn't understand where I was, still
remembering that wonderful dream that seemed so real. Then I felt
something squeeze around the base of my cock and I gasped. The
small, meaty buttocks moved back and then pressed against me
again and I gasped again. I suddenly remembered where I was and
who as in bed with me. Cassie had come into my bed during the
night, afraid. I had fallen back asleep and now she was still
here, but she was naked and I felt my cock being squeezed by her
very tight young anus.
"C...Cassie?" I gasped as that tight, tight bum-hole gripped my
rigid cock. Somehow I must have pushed my cock into her during
the night, that was probably why my dream felt so real. I was in
serious trouble here. I gently let go of her budding breast,
unwinding my arms from around her and eased my throbbing cock
very slowly out of her tightly gripping little bottom. She gave a
soft groan, but didn't seem to wake up. I got up off the bed and
stood watching the sexy curve of her smooth young hips and the
plump, meaty chunks of her eleven year old arse. Between them I
could see the slippery sheen that was probably my sperm from last
night. I was distraught. What the hell had I done? Was she awake
when it happened? I was scared now, she would view me as she had
done her captors, never trusting me again. I grabbed my robe and
rushed into the bathroom, washing myself and the coming back to
my room to change.
"Daddy? Come back to bed!"
She was sitting up, her fat nipples on show. She rubbed her eyes
and looked up at me.
"Come back to bed!" she repeated, a slight frown on her very
pretty young face. I came over to the bed.
"Daddy is a little concerned, Honey," I said, "Did you sleep
alright?"
"I was a good girl last night Daddy!" she smiled suddenly, "I
made you sleep really good and hugged you real tight!"
I stared at the girl wondering what she meant.
"Come back to bed Daddy, it's still very early!"
I looked at the clock. It was only four in the morning.
"Come back to bed and hug me!" she said kicking her feet
excitedly under the sheets. She reached for me.
I felt my cock hardening as I moved closer to the bed. She pulled
at my robe and I felt it open, my cock lifting into her face. She
smiled up at me and leaned forward sucking it into her warm mouth
before I knew what was happening. I gasped as she grasped my
hips, pulling me towards her incredible sucking lips, lips that
felt so familiar, so damned good.
"Gahhhh!" I gasped, her mouth moved, slipping on and off my cock
in a tight vacuum. I suddenly realised that it had not been a
dream last night, these were the same sweetly sucking lips that
had been in my dream, the same lips that had suckled and drank
the juice of my balls.
She pulled back from me and smiled.
"Come to bed Daddy, you didn't finish yet!" she said moving over
and pulling me along by my throbbing cock. I numbly climbed in
and she turned to back me, pulling my arms back around her small,
soft body and then pressing her plump bottom back as she angled
my cock, sucking it back up into that very tight young anus
again.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed. I gasped too and felt my cock sliding
slowly right up into her bowels. She squirmed and I sank deeper
until she had her buttocks pressed hard up against me as she had
when I woke up.
"Mmmmm, nice!" she moaned, then her bottom started to move
slowly, on and off me, sliding my thick, stiff cock in and out of
her sucking pre-teen bottom. "Ahhhhh! Lovely!"
I lay there, my arms wrapped tightly around the little sex
machine, her budding breast and plump, fat pussy in my hands
where she had placed them, the little white girl riding my cock.
I gasped as I felt her anal muscles clutch, and squeeze. Her
small hand pressing my fingers into her slippery pussy,
encouraging them into her wet little hole.
"Ahhhhh! That's it Daddy, finger me nice!" she gasped, laughing
softly, "Your going to be my favourite Daddy of all!"
I felt my own hips moving gently to her rhythm, my fingers began
to delve into her wet, plump slit. She was so wet, so tight, so
fucking sexy as she rode my cock and pressed my fingers into her
slippery little vagina. I couldn't hold out much more, her hips
moved faster as if sensing that I was nearing the end.
"Ahhhhh! Yes Daddy, come for me! Come for Cassie!" she gasped. I
groaned, gasped and gave a strained cry, unloading into her
tight, clinging backside. My cock jumping in that deliciously
tight grip of her meaty bottom.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned happily, "Niiiiice!"
She wouldn't allow me to pull out of her, keeping me in her until
I felt her bottom moving again, wanting more of her 'Daddy'. I
came three times in her that morning before we got up.



Pretty Polly

I kept watching her for signs of damage. But she laughed and
played normally, coming to sit in my lap occasionally with her
twin as they fought to be 'Queen of the mountain'. Twice she had
followed me upstairs and insisted on sucking my cock, demanding
her 'drink' as she called it, for being a good girl. Once I could
have sworn it was Polly and not her, believing that I saw the
tiny scar on her top lip. I wasn't really sure as the light
through the window was a little dulled by overhead clouds at that
time.
Hazel phoned and we talked about how her management 'thing' was
going. She asked about the girls and I told her that Cassie had
climbed into bed with me, but nothing more. She seemed pleased
and asked to speak to the girls. I sat watching TV, and heard
lot's of "Yes Mummy"s and saw them giggling a lot. I was
inquisitive to know what they were talking about.
"Thank you for being there for them, they seem to think the world
of you." Hazel told me when I was given the phone back.
"They're my stepdaughters now I have to be there for them." I
said, feeling pangs of guilt as I thought about my sperm
dribbling down Cassie's lip before she licked it up, grinning at
me. "Anyway, I'm missing you and they're so like you."
That actually had been quite true, except they were smarter than
their mother by miles, scarily so.
"I miss you too darling. By the way, it's alright if they want to
sleep with you. Look, I know it might feel strange, but they've
been through a lot and you're the closest thing to a normal
father they have." she told me. "You're their Daddy now. Not
their Stepfather, their Daddy!"
"Yes Hazel!" I said in resignation.
When I hung up the phone the girls were grinning at me.
"What?"
They giggled again and then ran off. I sat there shaking my head,
watching their plump buttocks wriggling as they ran out of the
room, my cock stirring. I collapsed back into the soft cushions
seat, exhausted mentally. It had all been too much for me.

I took the girl shopping for our weekly households, and even
bought some clothes for them too, which got them very excited
indeed.
"Daddy! I love this one! They would scream and dragged me along
to show me, to the amusement of the staff and customers.
"They are so adorable!" said a blonde woman who was shopping with
her son. "Your daughters?"
"Eh, well my wife's girls, but they insist on calling me
'Daddy'." I told her. She was smiling at me way too much.
"Your wife is a very lucky woman to have such a caring husband.
If she ever disappoints you, give me a call!" she grinned and
pulled her frowning son along after her.
"But Mummy, he's black!" the boy said aloud.
"Yes Honey! And gorgeous!" she told him, shooting a long look
back at me, smiling as she pulled him along. Her bottom twisting
sexily behind her. I did love my arses.
"Daddy! No looking at sluts!" Cassie scolded. The shop assistant
burst out laughing and I blushed.
"That's enough of that course language young lady!" I told her.
She and Polly giggled.
"Sorry Daddy!" they chorused.
"Aww! Aren't they sweet?" the shop assistant said.
Then Polly came over to the counter with two thonged panties, one
pink, one blue.
"Daddy, we want these!" she said holding them up at me. I blushed
and shook my head.
"Not on your life!" I told her and they begged and pleaded. I
wasn't prepared to let them wear those around their mother.
"Oh, go on!" the shop girl smiled, "It's just one thing each."
"Yeah, but what will my wife think?" I said nervously. In the end
the three of them won and they happily hugged their bags of
goodies.
We got back home finally after a few more possessive outbursts
from the girls and red faces for me. They were happy and chatty,
occasionally slipping into that Slavic sounding dialect that I
heard from them now and then. They would glance at me and giggle,
then I'd tell them off for it again.
"Sorry Daddy!" Polly said, "We were just talking embarrassing
girly stuff!"
"Oh!" I said, "OK then."
Once the things were stored away and I started cooking, they
vanished somewhere in the house. I made lunch and called them
down. They screamed all the was down into the dining room,
giggling as they rushed up to me and hugged my waist tightly.
"We love you Daddy!" they chorused.
"You don't even know me yet." I laughed, "You'll need at least a
few months to make that decision."
"No!" said Cassie firmly, "We love you now!"
"OK! OK!" I laughed, hugging both girls back.
I fed them and they scoffed down the food until I told them to
slow down. They giggled.
"Sorry Daddy, it just taste so good!" Polly told me, "We just
want to eat it all up!"
"Well if you eat slower you can taste it longer and it won't hurt
your tummies later." I told them.
"Oh, we didn't think of that! You're so clever Daddy!"
They helped me clean up all the wares and then we went into the
living room, where Polly climbed into my lap and Cassie snuggled
up against my side.
Later on, I went up to do some work on my computer and managed to
get quite a bit done before Polly came in and stood next to me.
"Daddy?"
"Yes Sweetie!"
"Can I stay with you for a bit?"
"Of course you can!" I said and draped my arm around her, hugging
her against me. She snuggled up to me and caught my hand, pushing
it down to rest on her very plum, very meaty little buttock. She
squeezed my hand against her chunky rear and sighed. I got the
feeling that she liked men playing with her bottom, probably
broken in by her captors. I wondered if she too liked anal sex as
much as her sister seemed to. I gave the lovely cheek a nice,
firm squeeze and she moaned.
"You like that Sweetie?"
"Yeah!" she sighed. Looking deep into my eyes, her pretty little
mouth with it's full lips, pouting for a kiss. I felt my passions
raising and could not stop myself from pressing my lips against
hers for a brief little kiss.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned as her lips parted, opening against mine,
inviting, waiting. I nearly did it, nearly gave her my tongue. I
had to stop myself. I had already committed a terrible act with
her sister the previous night. I didn't want to continue like
that. These were my wife's children, now my stepchildren. I had
to control it and stop it from getting any worse than it was.
I pealed my lips from hers, hearing a disappointed groan from her
and again when I let go of her bum.
"I'd better finish this up and get Jeremy system checked before I
lose his company as a client. You don't want Daddy to lose work
do you?"
"No. I want you here with us all the time!" she said.
I grinned at her, giving her cheek a kiss and then going back to
what I was doing. My cock was hard and bulged off to the left of
my lap.
Polly remained with me, chatting about her new clothes and her
'school-work'. I found it easy to split myself between her and
the work I was doing because a lot of it was spent waiting for
things to happen or to run. Polly kept hugging me and her hand
rested on my thigh, uncomfortably close to my crotch and my
semi-hard cock. Every now and then I would hug the girl and she'd
find a way to get my hand back down onto her very lovely bottom
again.
I looked down at her pretty young face to see her grinning up at
me and I'd "tut-tut!" at her.
"You naughty girl!" I smiled. She giggled delightfully.
I worked for another hour and then shut the connection off,
logging out of the other domain, then I leaned back in the seat.
Polly hugged herself against me and I hugged her, finding my hand
back on her bottom and her hand dangerously close to my cock.
"I'm a good girl Daddy, aren't I a good girl?"
I turned to look at the sweet child, who was now radiating sex
from every pore. My cock became hard as she gave off a very
erotic smell.
"Of course you are!" I told her, turning to face her. My hands
cupping that delightfully chunky buttock that she seemed to be
pressing into my hand.
"You're both very good girls and I am very proud to be your
Daddy." I said.
She pouted for another kiss, her mouth plump and inviting. As I
leaned closer, she reach up with her free arm and hooked my neck,
pulling my mouth onto hers. Her lips were so soft, opening
against mine again, inviting me in. I felt her small hand found
my cock and squeeze, I gasped into her mouth. She rubbed and
squeezed it through the cloth of my stretchy-waisted gym
trousers, making it grow harder.
"Kiss me!" she whispered into my mouth, stroking my cock with her
very talented hand, "Kiss me Daddy!"
I moaned and pressed my tongue into her mouth, feeling her
sucking on it as her hand somehow slipped into my trousers and
was now caressing my cock as she held my neck with the other
hand. I found myself melting into her mouth, her sucking tongue,
wanting her to suck my cock as her sister had done. I caressed
her bottom, wanting to bugger her now just as I had done to her
twin.
I finally pulled my tongue out of her mouth and looked into her
hooded, lust-filled eyes.
"Will you give Daddy your bottom?" I suddenly said before I
realised what I as saying.
"Yes Daddy, anything for you!" she sighed. I led her over to the
bed, sitting down and pulling her between my thighs. She smiled
at me as I hooked the band of her panties and pulled them down
over those plump, firm thighs. She stepped out of them and I
caressed the meaty flesh in my hands and swooned. I pulled her
onto the bed with me and rolled her onto her stomach. She lay
quiet as I reached for the pomade on the night table next where
her mother kept it when we had anal sex. I used it to grease the
girl's bottom and pulled her against me as I lay on my side,
pressing my cock up between those wonderfully chunky cheeks of
the girl's bottom. She reached back and grasped my cock, rubbing
it against her anus and then she pressed back hard.
"Ahhhhh! Daddieeee!" she gasped as I felt my cock squeezed up
deep into her very tight little bottom.
"Unghhh!" I groaned and wrapped my arms around the juicy little
eleven year old's body, pulling her against me and feeding more
of my cock into her gripping rectum.
"Ahhhhh!" she gasped again. She was tighter than her sister, much
tighter. I held her belly and slowly fucked her, enjoying the
sheer tightness, the sweet grip of her wonderful arse.
"Goodness!" I gasped, "Tight...!"
"Yesssss Daddieeee, tight just for yooooooou!" she moaned as I
buggered her on my bed.
I slipped my fingers into her crotch, finding the fat meat of her
young pussy, slipping inside in her wetness and fingering her
tight little hole.
"Oooooh! Daddieeee!" she squealed softly. I sucked on her ear and
clutched her firm hip.
"Daddy's girls!" I gasped into her ear as I felt my balls
tighten, "You're both Daddy's girls!"
"Yesssss Daddieeee!" she squealed and I gave a gentle cry as I
pumped what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her tight, sucking
bottom.
Cassie stood at the door watching us and smiling.
"It's my turn now!"


Nocturnal Visits

When Hazel came back home from her management seminar, the twins
and me had bonded like nothing imaginable. They followed me
around like they were magnetised and constantly wanted fondling
and caressing. Hazel was exhausted and sank into the sofa,
dropping her bags on the floor. I got her a cup of tea and the
girls snuggled against her, telling her how much they loved her.
"Have you been good girls for Daddy?" she asked them.
"Oh yes Mummy, very good." they turned to me, "Haven't we Daddy?"
I laughed and nodded.
"Yes they have. I couldn't keep them out of my bed at night
either." I chuckled and set the tea down in front of Hazel. She
looked relieved and reached for the cup, taking a timid sip. Then
she drank when she saw that the tea wasn't too hot.
"I'm so glad. I thought you'd have some issues with them, but
from all I've been hearing everything went very well." she
smiled.
"They wrapped me around their little fingers," I told her and the
girls giggled, "I didn't lack for company."
"Good!" she smiled reaching for me. I knelt in front of her and
she kissed me. "We're going to be such a happy family!"

That night, after I licked her to several orgasms, fucked her to
another two and then buggered her sweet arse, she sighed and
hugged me tight as I fell to sleep. I woke when if felt something
squirming against me and found one of the twins in the bed
between me and Hazel. She was hugging her mother and talking to
her in hushed tones, I could feel the child's naked bottom
pressing against my crotch.
"His cock is hard Mummy, can I push it in?"
"Yes Baby, show Mummy how you took care of him for me!" she said.
I was shocked, but very aroused. Hazel had known about me and her
children all the time. I felt the small hand reach back and grasp
my cock, feeding it up into that very, very tight arsehole. I
gasped as it gripped my cock-head, then I felt it slowly
squeezing me into it's gripping depths until the anal muscles
clenched around the root.
"Ahhhhh! It's in Mummy, he's so big and hard!" Cassie gasped in
delight. I knew the feel of Cassie's bum very well. It was tight,
deep and very active.
"Good girl! You've been a very good girl, just like you were
taught. Did Daddy give you your 'drink'?" she asked the girl in
the whisper they had been speaking in.
"Oh, yes Mummy. Daddy give us lots of lovely sperm to drink. He
knows how much we love it, don't you Daddy!"
I was caught flat-footed. The sweet young arse gripping my cock,
those wonderful plump buttocks pressed up against me. I should
have known that I would give something away.
"Yes Baby!" I gasped as she clenched her bottom on me, sending a
thrill through me.
"Daddy gives us lots of cock when we want and he loves us very
much all the time." she told her mother. Hazel raised up and
looked into my face in the semi-darkness. She smiled at me.
"Good! I've spent too much time training you for your role as
their new 'Daddy', I would have been very disappointed if I had
to get rid of you now."
I stared at her. What was she saying?
"You look surprised Darling? Since I was a young girl I was
taken, trained and broken-in. I was turned into a pleasure slut
for the sole purpose of pleasing men. My training didn't end when
I grew up, I was just put into 'holding' until a man could be
found to replace my 'Husband'. But I became pregnant for him and
he kept me as his wife while I brought up his children."
I felt my heart thudding in my chest. Cassie's bottom stated
moving on my cock.
"His 'employers' were upset and told him that he had taken away
their property. They said that they would be coming for the
children soon. He took us and ran, moving far south to London and
we hid for a long time. Then they found us and beat him half to
death, took me into the bedroom and made me understand that I was
still their property, they took pleasure in breaking me in once
again while they took my babies away from me to begin their
training back in Scotland. By the time they had finished with me,
I understood my place and continued to serve them whenever I was
needed. They told me that the girls would be returned to me once
their training was complete and I was to report the whole thing
as an abduction so as not to arouse suspicion. Then they made me
kick Frank out, telling me that he was responsible. They still
used him though, he was a good recruiter and trainer."
I remembered that girl they had escorted from his house. Cassie
made me forget with a clutching of her anus and a twisting of her
sweet hips. I gasped and grasped her sexy, moving hips.
"That's a good Daddy!" she giggled, "Cassie's broken you in!"
Hazel laughed and I came deep inside the child's energetic
bottom.
I spent the rest of the night in the girl, Hazel telling me how
things were going to be from now on.

I was sitting in the living room, Polly in my lap. We were both
naked and my cock was buried deep in her very tight, very sweet
little bottom. Hazel had left for work after dictating to me how
many times I was to sodomise her girls. This was the forth time
for the day that I had a girl on my cock and I as going to cum in
her again.
"Arrghh!" I cried and spermed her sweet bum. She remained where
she was, loving the feeling of cock in her tight arse and wanting
to be close to me. I hugged her and we watched TV.
I no longer went out, I no longer worked. I spent all of my time
in our gym getting fit and eating lots of healthy, building food.
"Your sole purpose is to train and breed." she told me, finally
telling me why she had married me. "Now that the gang is smashed,
I want to create my own. We will use you to breed the girls and
start a whole new organisation. We will use girls to make men do
what we want, what I want."

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