Wishful Thinking Pt3
I
slide onto the bed and haul the flaccid, silent form of Roxy to the centre,
face down, head pointing to the pillows. These I take and pile up into a mound,
bodily hauling Roxy to her knees and then laying her over them. Her small, pert
little ass pushes out and up and I run a thoughtful finger over her unspoilt
flesh. Her cunt still glistens slightly with the spit and saliva of her mother
as well as what little juice Roxy herself generated naturally.
But
it won’t be enough. Not by far.
‘Do
you have any KY or something?’ I ask Janine and she gives me the slightly
stoned look of someone who thinks this really can’t be happening and she’ll
wake up soon.
Janine
nods and reaches into a drawer in her bedside cabinet, holding up a part-used
tube like a trophy.
‘Bree,
bring it here,’ I say and she does so, holding it out in the palms of her
hands. I shake my head. ‘If Roxy’s going to be fucked instead of you, then the
least you can do is learn how to prepare her.’ I lean forward, kiss her lightly
on the mouth and she freezes when I do. ‘And you should pay attention because
one day, soon I think, I’m going to have Roxy do the same to you so I can fuck
you, too.’ And I smile knowingly at her, giving her a little wink and pushing
my tongue into her mouth.
‘Kiss
your daddy,’ Janine whispers in a small voice and her voice is dreamy and far
away.
Hesitantly,
Bree opens her mouth a little and I push my tongue into her small, hot mouth
where her own lies still and timid. I don’t mind. She’ll learn.
‘Good
girl,’ I whisper when I lean back but she doesn’t smile.
I
have Bree unscrew the cap and squirt a thick gob of the KY onto ther finger
tips. It’s funny but the world nowadays is full of all manner of lubricants and
gels and oils. Some got hot with friction, some are flavoured and some are
colored, but, for me anyways, KY is still the best for work like this.
I
part Roxy’s small ass-cheeks to expose the tight, puckered ring of her anus.
‘Smear it in there, Bree. Don’t be shy. Roxy won’t mind, because this will make
it easier for her when I fuck her. Do you understand?’
Bree
nods and her face wears a pinched, faintly disgusted expression, lips puckered
and eyes squinted a little. I find it very appealing for some reason. ‘You have
to get it inside her, too. Unless you
want her to suffer,’ and I say the last as if the idea’s just occurred to me.
‘Do you want her to suffer when I fuck her, Bree?’ I ask in an open,
inquisitive voice.
Bree
looks at me with wide-eyes, shakes her head mutely and then, with a mewl of mild
protest, pushes two of her slim little fingers into her sister’s ass. It is an
exquisite thing to see.
‘Good
girl, Bree!’ I exclaim and I mean it. Again, she doesn’t smile but just
continues to delicately prod and stroke around Roxy’s asshole.
Janine
shuffles up behind Bree and the little girl stiffens slightly when she feels
her mother’s hands on her shoulders. Janine kisses the top of her daughter’s
head.
‘Now
do daddy, angel,’ she whispers.
This
Bree does, still gentle and hesitant but the tentative dislike she showed
lubricating Roxy is gone. She oozes a thin line along the top of my rigid shaft
and then, using the fingertips of both hands, begins to roll and smooth it
around my entire length. Unsurprisingly, it is a delicious feeling.
Janine
smiles at me with wide, liquid eyes, biting her lower lip and generally being
the mother watching her daughter with pride. I smile at her and sigh deeply in
pleasure. Janine reaches forward and folds her hands around Bree’s and guides
her daughter through stroking and massaging my cock properly, folding little
fingers tightly round my flesh, twisting and turning.
My
orgasm boils hot and heavy inside me and I have to pull away before I spill my
seed way, way too soon. There is work to be done, after all. Bree looks up at
me, no doubt wondering if she’s done wrong but I smile and lean forward to kiss
her agan. My cock drips as, once more, she parts her lips enough to allow my
tongue into her mouth and, quick learner that she is, greets it with a few
tentative little flicks and curls of her own.
When
I break, Janine is there and we kiss too, her tongue hot and thick and needy in
my mouth, her hand curling round my shaft with greedy fingers. She breaks,
breathless and ever more lost in it all.
‘Fuck
my little girl, David,’ she whispers and my head swims at the words.
‘I
want you against the head-board, legs wide. You know where her mouth needs to
be, don’t you?’ I ask in a hard, ravenous voice and Janine nods, scoots over to
take up the position. We shift Roxy further up the bed and I take thet chance
to check on her. She hasn’t said a word for so long that, again, I wonder if
she’s concious.
‘How
you doing Roxy?’ I whisper, stroking scrubby blonde hair away from a drawn,
pale face. She says nothing but her eyes are open and full of confused terror,
a lamb that knows she’s going for slaughter, so to speak. Good enough. She’s
awake and, I have no doubt, will soon be making plenty of noise.
Roxy
twists and turns her head as Janine pulls the little girl up between her thighs
until her nose rubs the smooth, soaking wet flesh of her mother’s cunt. Janine,
having clearly paid attention to my demonstration of how to correctly
discipline an unwilling child, takes a bundle of her daughter’s hair in one
hand and slaps her, hard and fast, twice across the face, first the palm, then
the back hand.
At
this, Roxy breaks down and begins to cry.
‘Shush,’
Janine whispers and again that dreamy look falls over her face. ‘Shush baby,’
and she eases Roxy’s face between her legs, tight against her sex. Janine looks
at me. ‘She’s ready, master,’ she whispers and I nearly cum at the sound of
those words alone.
Bree
kneels to my side, oily hands clasped in her lap, as I kneel behind her sister,
cock in hand, guiding the tip to her small, impossibly tight looking anus. I
grip her hips in my hand to hold her steady and then push forward, testing the
resistance of her flesh. She gives an instant, muffled wail at the sensation.
There is, to say the least, a great deal of resistance indeed.
In
fact, it’s like trying to penetrate a wall. I let my cock slide away and probe
Roxy’s ass with one thick finger. ‘Wow’, is all I can say, feeling the sheer
grip of her body. I try for two fingers and Roxy gives another cry, sharper and
more miserable than the last by far. I may as well have two fingers in a vice.
Roxy’s cunt is like a fucking Chinese finger trap.
‘What’s
wrong?’ Janine asks with a look of stoned concern.
‘She’s
too tight,’ I reply with a rueful smile.
Janine
smiles knowingly. She tips me a drunken wink. ‘Bree, go to mommys toybag.
There’s a black rubber thing in there with a black tube and a red squishy bit
on the end. Bring it to daddy,’ she instructs and Bree slips off the bed
without hesitation, still firmly in ‘better Roxy than me’ mode and unwilling to
do anything that might see their roles reversed.
She
comes back with a slim inflatable butt plug and I grin at Janine who blows me a
kiss and goes back to stroking and soothing the quiet again Roxy.
I
lubricate the plug and then push it into Roxy’s ass. The girl sobs in
discomfort and anguish as she feels it slip inside but those sobs evolve
quickly as I inflate the bladder. By the time her asshole has been well and
truly spread wide by the unrelenting, expanding pressure of the plug, Roxy is
almost screaming in pain. Janine lifts her head and turns it a little so I can
see the red faced and red eyed look of utter, abject terror on her daughter’s
face.
‘Do
you want me to stop?’ I ask Janine, only because I know the answer.
‘Noooo,’
Janine says in a playful voice, gently kissing the tip of Roxy’s forehead. ‘I
think Roxy’s long overdue for a good fucking. Might teach her to be a little
more respectful,’ and she punctuates those last words with playful little pokes
to the tip of the little girl’s nose.
I
give the pump two more squeezes and Roxy does scream, a full blooded howl of
what is, I have no doubt, utter agony. Janine quietens her a little by grinding
Roxy’s face into her cunt and obviously finds the vibrations to her liking
judging by her wide-eyed surprise.
The
deflated pump pops easily from Roxy’s asshole and leaves behind a red, gaping
hole. There is a thin smear of blood there and I find I like the look of it
very much indeed.
‘More
KY on me, Bree,’ I say and the little girl jumps to the task, hands shaking but
fairly confident as she quickly coats my shaft again.
Roxy
is still breathtakingly tight but there is a give to her flesh that wasn’t
there before and I feel my tip manage to push slightly into her. Distantly, I’m
aware of her thrashing and yelling but my grip is enough to see her barely
move. I push forward harder, wincing at the ferocity of her anus as my tip pops
inside her. I’m sweating already and the pressure of her body is eye-watering.
‘Fuck
me,’ I whisper, fighting the urge to withdraw or stop, knowing the first is
unacceptable and the second brings to mind a cigar cutter. I drive on, white
knuckled hands gripping the child’s hips, fingers dug deep into soft, innocent
flesh.
I
look at Janine who has both hands in her daughter’s hair, grinding her into her
cunt, eyes half-closed in almost religious passion.
‘Good
girl,’ Janine says over and again, ‘Good girl for mommy, Roxy. Good girl, good
girl.’ Roxy is senseless with pain and fear and I realise some part of the
resistance and tightness is down to her tensed, terrorised body. Can’t be
helped, but I make a mental note that sedation wouldn’t have been a bad idea
but reflect that it might not have made that much difference anyway.
I
withdraw a little and then drive forward hard. Roxy gives a little more and I
see the first couple of inches of me suddenly slide into her. I push harder
still, teeth gritted, sweat popping out all over me and finally, Roxy gives.
She
arcs as if wired to the mains, her little body tensing as if a length of sprung
steel runs through her. A scream tears from her, tailing off to an agonised,
traumatised series of racking sobs scarcely dimmed by the enthusiastic way
Janine grinds her cunt into Roxy’s face.
I
am in, not all the way but not far from it, either. I look down and there’s
more blood and part of me realises some of it is probably mine. My cock throbs
as I withdraw again and I look at Bree.
Bree
is staring, wide-eyed and with a kind of sick fascination at the sight of my
shaft impaling my sister. I reach out and run a hand down the very slightly
pronounced swell of her chest, and continue down between her legs.
‘Open
for me,’ I whisper and Bree looks at me dumbly before shuffling her knees
apart. ‘Sit up,’ I add and she does so, rising on her haunches so as I can
press my palm flat between her legs.
I
smile.
‘How
does she feel?’ Janine asks and I look at Bree when I reply.
‘She’s
very hot and more than a little wet,’ and, beautifully, Bree blushes.
Without
looking away from her, I ease forward and back into the far more compliant
asshole of her older sister who is now just crying hoarsely.
I
push a finger just barely into the soft heat of her cunt and pull a little.
Obediently, silently, Bree moves closer. I begin to slide with increasing ease
in and out of Roxy’s broken, abused ass.
‘You
know this is going to happen to you, don’t you?’ I ask her. She nods.
‘Tomorrow?’
she asks with a quivering voice.
I
shake my head, knowing that I’m probably going to be nursing a little damage
after the night is finished. ‘No. Not tomorrow. There’s no hurry and when your
time comes, Bree, if you’re a very good girl in the meantime, it won’t be
anything like this. Do you know why?’
Bree
shakes her head and looks doubtful.
‘Because
Roxy’s a whore, a fucktoy and she needs to learn that. But you…’ I push my
finger deeper into her and moan thickly at how wet and juicy her sex is, ‘…
you’re a princess, Bree. You want to be a good little girl, want to make your
mommy and me happy and show us how much you love us, don’t you?’
And
Bree nods, an uncertain smile on her flushed face and I wonder how much she
actually likes being touched.
‘I
need to cum so fucking bad,’ Janine says with hard, sharp need. I look at her
and wonder how she’ll feel afterwards, once passion and need and the sheer
seductive sway of perverse indulgence have passed. I wonder who she’ll see in
the mirror when her demons have been fed and, for now at least, sated.
‘Shall
we make your mommy happy?’ I ask Bree and there’s a momentary look of panic
before she gives a definite nod. I lean forward and kiss her small mouth again
and this time she seems to welcome it. I push my finger up into her and get a
small, breathless gasp.
I
slide out of Roxy, who gives another cry of pain at me leaving her body, and
shove her aside. Janine sits their, legs wide, cunt glistening and wet, and
looks at me in anticipation.
I
lay on my back, battered shaft still throbbing and erect. I need to fuck my
slave very badly and Janine sees it clearly in my eyes, straddling me while her
hand holds me shaft and then settling down onto me. Her cunt folds me into its
hot, sensuous depths and I sigh in pure bliss. Janine sits across me and just
slowly, langorously moves her hips back and forth, back and forth. It is
exquisite.
‘Come
here, Bree,’ Janine says to her daughter and she does so, standing alongside
her mother, resting her hand on Janine’s shoulder as she balances on the
mattress. Janine moves Bree like a posable doll, lifting her leg to stand over
me, feet splayed wide, before pushing on Bree’s shoulders until the little girl
understands what’s required and slowly, gently, sinks down, one knee either
side of my head, her smooth, hot, juicy little fuckhole coming to rest full on
my mouth.
Little
girls, as a rule, don’t taste of much of anything, compared to older, more
mature girls anyway. But Bree… Bree had a musky tang to her, subtle but
definitely, unmistakably there, and the taste of her was like nectar to my
inflamed, almost senseless passions. I reach up, clenched her ass cheeks in my
hands and pulled her hard to my mouth, drnking and pushing and licking and
probing the sweet, soft flesh of her pussy. I can remember looking up along the
reclined length of her, to the wide-eyed, unashamedly fascinated eyes looking
down at me, lower lip slightly sucked in, her own hands folded in her mothers
as Janine stroked and caressed her daughter even as she fucked her master.
It
was, purely and simply, heaven.
But
it couldn’t last. It was amazing, in retrospect, that we both lasted as long as
we did but when release came it was of
an intensity that made me wonder if I might black out. I had never cum so hard
before then and rarely since.
I
drove up into Janine who ground herself down to meet me, eyes wide with bright
delight, mouth slightly open as she felt me surge into her, the first hot,
thick jet of my seed feeling like it had been torn from me. My hands left bree
and clamped around her ass, holding her hard against me as another shuddering
wave of pleasure cascaded through my senses and another spasmed jet left my
body.
Janine,
needing no further encouragement, fell into her own pleasure, eyes closed,
mouth open, head back until, as I watched in rapture, she leant around Bree to
the side and kissed her daughter with utter, unrestrained passion.
To
the side, still shuddering with heavy, almost silent sobs, Roxy lay, discarded
and unwanted for now, violated and damaged, while her sister was in the midst
of pure passion. Bree may not have understood fully what was going on but,
judging by the wondering, stunned look of something akin to surprised delight,
she knew enough to know who she’d rather be, princess or whore, and what she
would do in order for things to stay that way.
And
later, when Janine and I lay shattered and drained, passing a joint between us,
we were tended to by our loving children. Roxy, laying between her mother’s
legs with her ass freshly beaten, red and bruised due to her reluctance to
attend to her duties, lapped and slurped at her mother’s cum-dripping cunt.
Bree, meanwhile, lay curled alongside me, tongue and mouth working almost
contentedly in cleaning me to a spit
shine.
‘Don’t
waste a drop of daddy’s seed, Bree,’ Janine had whispered in a voice of pure
mellowed relaxation.
And
Bree said nothing, just shook her head while I stroked her hair and diligently,
attentively, embraced her new life.
And
that was our first evening as a family.