Title: Girl Milk, Chapter 2 "Homework"
From: jennacone@yahoo.com

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Chapter 2 - "Homework"
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The school day was finally over! Whitney, the young 16-year-old,
exited her bus and began walking towards her house. The events of
her afternoon had been *far* less eventful than the first class
had been; she'd been too afraid to question Jenna's instructions
to her face, but knew that she couldn't actually do it - it would
just be disgusting beyond words!

"Jenna's probably gonna' find out somehow tomorrow..." she
grudgingly thought to herself as she continued down her driveway,
approaching the front door and finding it unlocked; her
twin-sister Hailey must have already been home, surprisingly.

Her parents weren't home yet; Whitney ignored the no-shoes rule
and casually sauntered to her bedroom to toss her backpack on the
bed and talk with Hailey about the unthinkable first hour they'd
had together. She kept thinking it was a dream, only to see Miss
Cone out in the hallway between classes...

Was she doing this to all of her students? HOW was she doing this
to all of her students!? Whitney sat down on the bed and took a
deep breath - with a nervous exhalation and a few minutes of
contemplation about how Hailey might react to bringing up the
subject, she closed her bedroom door behind her and walked across
the hallway.

Hailey heard her door creaking open slowly and jerked her head up
quickly to see her sister poking her head through at her. "You
ok?" Whitney asked, startled from Hailey's jumpy reaction as she
laid on the bed with a school book opened up. "Yeah, I'm - "
*clears throat* " - fine." "Ok..." "... what do you want?" Hailey
said after a moment of annoyance.

"Uh, well. I - I..." Whitney stumbled, feeling more and more
awkward by the unprovoked intrusion into her room. In the
stillness that followed, Whitney heard nothing except the faint
sound of their fishtank's air pump in the living room - except
that it had been moved upstairs a couple weeks ago... In a veiled
reaction to this oddity, Hailey stared back down at her book so
as to hide her expression and then quickly but casually crossed
her legs into a more comfortable position. The air-pump noise
vanished entirely, but she didn't realize that Whitney had
already heard it and that the sudden disappearance would only
serve as a confession.

Hailey glanced up with feigned annoyance and saw her sister's
eyes narrowed as her mouth began to form words accusingly. "You
have... did you find... you stole - " she was cut off by Hailey's
blunt admission: "I took mom's vibrator." she said in a
half-whisper. Hailey took the whispering as a cue and finished
walking through the door, closing it behind her and locking it
despite no one else being in the house. Both of their pulses
began to rise as if they were back in elementary school revealing
their first crushes to each other. They spoke in hushed voices:

"You took her vibrator? Oh my god!" Whitney rushed out all at
once. "And I had to put new batteries in it too!" Hailey giggled,
shedding her initial nervousness and bathing in the joy of
spilling dirty secrets with her sister. "Wow." was all that
Whitney responded with. "It was under her bed inside the
bed-frame where the cat clawed a hole in the bottom - inside that
wooden box." "The locked one that we never found the key for?" "I
managed to jiggle it until it opened by using a letter opener,
haha!"

"Oh my god! What are you plan- I mean, what if the. Um, I mean,
Miss Cone - " Hailey's voice dropped to near-silence as she
interrupted Whitney's blubbering attempt at a question. "My
homework?" "Yeah." "I'm - " her voice became even quieter, so
quiet that Whitney was now kneeling at the head of the bed beside
her sister to continue hearing the words in her conversation.
"...I'm thinking about it." Hailey waited for some kind of
response from her sister, but just saw what appeared to be a
vacant expression in her eyes for several moments. "I just, I
don't know if-" Hailey was in mid-sentence when she was caught
completely unguarded and unprepared for an assault by her sister.

Hailey felt Whitney's fingers already trembling and the lust
billowing out of her nostrils with every breath as her twin ran a
hand across the underside of her face and upwards towards the
back of her neck, clasping her head in one hand and cupping her
hip with the other. With her body so swiftly and romantically
cradled by Whitney, Hailey didn't even have time to properly
respond to the touches on her body as their faces moved closer
together until their lips were suddenly touching.

For the second time that day they began to make incestuous love
to each other; Whitney felt Hailey's hips gyrate as a moan softly
pressed out between their connected mouths - caused by the
vibrator inside of her, Whitney realized. Driven into even more
lust by the vibrating toy, the heated couple began petting each
other heavier and heavier; fingers and hands glided across the
edges of each other's bodies while an all-consuming wetness
destroyed any remaining moral sanity.

Nearly thirty minutes passed as the only sounds in the house was
the frequent gasp, the occasional moan, and the never-ending
ambience of passionate kissing. They were so horny, in fact, that
despite the half hour their clothes were still completely on
while they writhed and ground into each other on the bed - they
didn't even have the patience to stop long enough to take a piece
of clothing off. They were completely lost in a mist of lesbian
lust, rocking into each other as if they had devolved into
animals... until they were blasted into awareness by a sudden,
alarming noise in the room.

"Oh god - Becca scared me to death!" Whitney explained, their
bodies still frozen in startled rigidity by the soft cooing of
the infant. Without another word being spoken, their gazes went
back into each others' eyes and they both thought the same thing
at the same time in a way that only twins can do: "Homework."

Whitney pulled the baby harness out to fully consider what she
was committing to and felt horniness returning in full force just
as it was in the throes of her make-out session. She had serious
trepidation regarding the whole thing, but she was at the same
time getting so eager to do it that her palms were beginning to
sweat. The fact that her parents weren't home yet gave them the
perfect opportunity to set something up.

With Whitney standing in the room beside her she moved her baby
still in her carrier to the floor at the foot of the bed and
wormed her way down until her lower body was hanging off that end
from the waist down, her knees bent and her feet touching the
ground. Her cheeks flushed themselves red under the knowledge of
what her daughter was quietly watching as she moved her hands
down and unzipped her jeans. Her pants were tight and it took
some contorting and flexing to peel them downwards, across her
knees and out past her feet to expose her bare pussy.

Earlier Jenna had taken the students' underwear during class and
she hadn't returned them, claiming that they would be used for
some unknown purpose. Taking off her shirt or bra wasn't
necessary since Becca could only see her lower body - Whitney was
training her daughter to associate meals with a girl's pants
coming off. She hoped Jenna's training suggestions would really
work given enough time and that these weren't silly steps.
Whitney had taken the harness out of her sister's backpack and
was holding it in both hands, adjusting the various straps to
sizes she thought would work most comfortably.

The notches were easy to adjust but it took quite a bit of
deviation from the default settings to get one opening circling
snugly around Hailey's waist and the other two around her thighs
instead of the shoulders and chest it was preset for. Watching
Whitney doing this in preparation of such a sick task gave Hailey
a steady number of small orgasms - with nothing to hold it in,
the vibrator slowly fell out of Hailey's vagina under their
steady squeezes. Hailey quickly sat herself up and leaned over
the end of the bed, picking the still-buzzing dildo off the
baby's chest and smearing it across her lips like chap-stick
before setting it beside her. "Her lips look so cute and glossy
with juice on them!"

"It's too bad that vibrator slides out so easily or you could
keep it in while she's on you." Whitney smirked at her sister as
she pulled her pants down quickly, picked up the abandoned
vibrator and re-buttoned her jeans before Hailey could object.
"You bitch!" Hailey yelped while grinning, surprised but amused
at Whitney's opportunistic actions. Whitney winked, taking a step
towards her sister and opening the prepared harness up to face
her.

A few minutes later the entire device was fastened tightly but
comfortably on, and Whitney hornily picked up her niece. The
child was passed to it's mother and then was fidgeted into the
harness with caution, causing its limbs to be moved about and
waking it up more fully. At this, Becca began to pout
sporadically, but after checking her clean diaper they were sure
it was only one thing... hunger.

Hailey smiled at how clever the device was as she carefully,
cautiously, pulled her arms away from the baby and watched the
upside-down infant suspended in place - the still-pouting Becca
began to smell the musk odor coming from between Hailey's legs.
She'd had all day to let her juices stew around inside of her
while she laughed and flirted and sat in class only to drool even
further with fresh lesbian incest. The smell of her vagina was
strong - she was managing to catch light whiffs of it while she
stood there - it made her want to take a shower to clean herself
up.

Instead of rinsing herself out, she let her daughter appetize
herself on the rancid scent. "And what are these for?" Hailey
said, pointing at two dangling adjustable straps that hung from
the front of the harness, centered towards the middle. "Well I
think Miss Cone added these... the material is a little
different, and they're labeled A and B in sharpie at the ends."
Hailey pulled up a strap and saw the latch at the end marked "A".
Reaching a hand behind her hip, Hailey felt the two plastic nubs
of two matching latches on the rear of the harness, again
centered towards the middle.

"Heh, it forms... an 'X' shape..." Whitney said, pulling the
strap through between Hailey's legs and back up to her back,
latching it into place. When the other strap was looped through
it was obvious that they were meant to wrap around the baby's
head, the lengths of cloth criss-crossing; as Whitney tightened
the straps, the baby's head was held forward, cradled into place
and nestled snugly against vagina without any effort. "Oh! That
way the baby's head isn't just dangling uselessly! Cool..."
Hailey thought, feeling Becca's face snuggled against her pussy.

After a few minutes of excited chatter on the successful use of
the harness, both sisters walked to the kitchen giddily. Hailey
exulted in the feeling of carrying the warm baby around pressed
against her naked lower body while she walked, while Whitney
thrilled with the excitement of knowing that the baby had to keep
smelling her sister's horniness from the long day. They'd only
*just* pulled out some formula and were opening the can when
Hailey glanced out the kitchen window - and saw her mother
walking to the front door! She only had a split-second to react,
and there was no way she could sprint that fast with an awkward
weight between her legs!

In a panicked instinct for survival, Hailey ran out of the
kitchen and into the living room where a couch was positioned
against the adjoining kitchen wall, and hopped into it. The front
door opened and her mother walked through as Whitney grabbed a
blanket from the back of her dad's easy-chair and tossed it to
her. With a pounding heart, Hailey pulled it around herself at
the exact moment that her mother finished taking her shoes off
and walking into the living room.

Hailey quickly slouched into a sitting position, lifting her
vagina slightly and giving her the leverage to grab the baby's
head and pull it downwards, forcefully guiding it towards her
smelly hole. Becca was growing hungrier by the minute and was
going to start crying soon if she didn't eat - whether it tasted
good or not she was going to have to try and make her daughter
eat this meal *without* any formula whatsoever. The little head
struggled and let out a small cry of protest as it's lips were
forced inside the young mother's slick vagina. Meanwhile,
Whitney's mom finished putting her keys on the coffee table and
finally turned her attention to them. "You left the formula out,
Hailey."

With a shock, Hailey felt the hungry child latching onto the
inner folds of her vagina and begin sucking on them, the tiny
mouth sliding around as she tried to find the opening to her
slime tunnel. "Sorry..." she said, Whitney once again jumping in
to save her sister. "I'll get it, I was just about to go get a
drink. Do you want something to drink Hailey?" she said, watching
her sister intently.

Hailey could hardly think straight and ignored the question -
with one hand picking up a couch pillow and casually placing it
over her thighs, the other one moved slowly under the covers to
help the baby find what she was seeking. "Sorry I'm late girls, I
had to pick up your cousins from school since your aunt's car
broke down - they'll be spending the day over here until she can
head over with a rental car."

Whitney came back from the kitchen and plopped herself down on
the other end of the couch; she immediately swallowed a quiet
orgasm under the encouragement of the vibrating *bump* inside her
crotch from sitting down so suddenly. She was going to have to
pay attention to sudden pussy-movements, she realized. Meanwhile
the girls' mom walked out of the room, seeing nothing unusual
with her daughters vegging on the couch, one of them in a blanket
and flipping through the channels.

"God, she's not gonna make it..." Whitney thought, looking over
at her sister and realizing she'd have to provide a sickening
amount of secretions to replace a full bottle of milk. Jenna
recommended using the harness because it let the child slowly
suck out juices all day long as opposed to all at once - it
couldn't satiate a hungry stomach very quickly. "Hopefully
Becca's still patient enough to just feed slowly!" Whitney
thought with alarm.

Worrying along the same lines, Hailey thought about how to ensure
that her baby didn't get annoyed with slowly-oozing vagina and
start crying for "fast food"; she carefully moved her hand again
which was still underneath the blanket and took the two
head-straps, further tightening them to the point the baby could
no longer even turn its head - locking the little girl's mouth
into vagina permanently until released by her mother. The baby
was *imprisoned* with its mouth stuck against it's mother's
actively aroused sex organ, something that would make any
up-standing, god-fearing mother scream in disgust... but which
made her even hornier.

Hailey closed her eyes and held back a moan, fighting the urge to
grind her hips forward in response to the new pulses of pleasure
shooting through her crotch from the nursing baby. Focusing
intently on her sister with a mixture of sympathy and sadism,
Whitney took the remote and changed the channel absentmindedly a
few times before their two cousins entered the room like an
unwelcome tornado of preteen energy. "Hiiii Hailey!! I saw your
baby pictures on Facebook!! She's soooo cuuute!" the 12-year-old
Kara squealed into Hailey's ear, her 13-year-old brother
flinching at the high pitched noises and jumping onto the couch
next to Whitney. "Yeah, are we gonna get to see her while we're
here?" he asked Hailey.

Hailey's palms began to sweat again under their sudden and
unexpected interrogation. "Yeah... sorry... I... she's upstairs
sleeping and should absolutely *not* be woken up. It took me
forever to get her to bed. Maybe when she wakes up in a little
bit?" Hailey managed to respond erratically, her pauses caused by
equal parts of panic and sexual pleasure. Without meaning to, her
child was rubbing its nose up and down against her clitoris as it
siphoned fluid from her cunt, and it was making it harder and
harder for Hailey to breathe normally. "Awwww, ok well in a
little bit then. I hope our mom isn't here before then. It should
be atleast a few hours since she has to pick up our dad on the
way here."

Hailey did her best to ignore the two of them, staring at the
television and mortally regretting her decision to put the baby
harness on. Regardless of the pleasure that kept growing between
her legs, she was going to literally jump at the opportunity to
run to her bedroom if they left the living room for the few
seconds she needed in order to run there without being seen.
Instead of that opportunity presenting itself, the worst
happened:

Her parents walked into the room and sat themselves down also.
Her mother sat DIRECTLY TO HER LEFT in-between her and Whitney
while her dad sat down in his recliner to the right of her. Her
heart was preparing to explode when her mom actually made her
scoot left with her so that her cousins could sit on the right
side of her. Her cousin Kara talked excitedly about something
that she pretended to listen to until she felt her peeling open
the blanket on her end and saying not to hog it...

"Oh god... no!" Hailey thought as she felt her cousin pull open
that end of the blanket and yank it towards herself, wrapping
herself up in it as well, their bodies pushing together. Their
outer thighs touched, their arms tapped each other, and Hailey
could only play along and laugh playfully as she tried to stop
herself from smelling the scent of shampoo and cheap tween-age
perfume she was wearing... the cocktail of sensations was making
her see her cousin in a wholly new light.

At the same time, a hot body-temperature puff of heated air
escaped from the briefly opened blanket; Hailey smelled the odor
of vagina *clearly* and feared that someone might get suspicious!
After a few seconds she realized that nobody could possibly get
suspicious - they'd have to be suspecting something impossible to
even think of. So now she was stuck on the couch with her family
under a blanket concealing her nakedness from the waist down
while her baby nursed slowly from her pussy, AND her cousin so
close to her that their limbs were pressed against each other...
it couldn't get any more disturbing.

For the next twenty minutes the whole family watched TV,
exchanging laughs and telling jokes and eating snacks. Hailey had
done her best to ignore the feeling between her legs despite the
slow, undulating massage of the little salivating mouth drinking
her lust. It was after a short time, though, that the
family-appropriate Disney movie they were watching full of secret
agent teens running around escaping danger - was actually turning
her on!

Every glimpse of the 14-year-old heroine flexing her petite legs
as she snuck down a hallway, even the glimpse of a loving father
next to his daughter... it was making her quiver thinking about
it so uncontrollably. Her heavy, lust-laden eyes slowly turned
away from the television and began tracing their way along the
pair of thighs next to her like arcs of electricity pulling
themselves across metal beams, hugging every crevice and rolling
across every inch.

"Oh my god, fuck.. my baby knows when I'm horny... and sh-she
likes it... oh god..." Britney thought to herself in alarm, her
leg-muscles clenching momentarily as she felt her newborn
cunt-sucker responding to the signs her body was giving off with
a renewed interest in feeding. This spiraled Hailey's sex-driven
imagination out of control; in her almost drug-like haze of
saturated desire she continued lowering her eyes onto the body of
the sensuous cunt sitting next to her. She quickly grew even
wetter by the imagined glimpses of their legs and stomachs
rubbing together, found herself imagining the feeling of the body
heat and lust, the scent and taste of herself and... her mom.

Hailey had managed to work herself into a stupor with the need to
fuck her own mother - her sexual arousal was having the same
effect as a hardening nipple to the child learning how to nurse
from vagina instead of breast; within a couple minutes of the
raunchy thoughts having started she felt the little girl
recovering groggily from her drowsy half-sleep and puckering her
infant lips tighter against her mother's genital opening,
sloppily sucking the horny slime out of it.

Hailey dared not reach down and stop the hungry girl for fear of
making her cry, but the feeling of having her horniness sucked
and swallowed so dutifully from her cunt with the ongoing
presence of her hot cousin and mom, plus the children on the
television... it was pushing her over the edge. Her ears rang to
each moment of silence in the show as she concentrated on keeping
her trembling breath under control. The sticky sounds of her
vagina being fed upon was becoming noticeably loud - she'd seen
her cousin glance at her and then down towards her stomach during
the last silence. "She thought it was my stomach rumbling. I
could get caught at this rate! God..." Britney thought to herself
in distress - but the fear of being discovered by family members
only elevated her arousal further!

In a now-desperate effort to keep the oral sex volume under
control, Hailey carefully wove her hand down towards her crotch,
her bent elbow pressing against her mom's oblivious body as she
smashed her daughter's head forward forcefully. Completely
smothered into her pussy, the thin little lips were sealed
air-tight into a feminine cesspool of immoral juice. As soon as
Becca continued nursing again, however, her cunt spasmed in an
oncoming orgasm...

It was climbing within her like an unstoppable train. The feeling
of her daughter was becoming too exciting - the little baby girl
was clamped so tightly on aroused vagina that she resembled the
algae-eating bottom-feeder in their fishtank, both of them
vacuuming slime into their bellies through their suction-puckered
mouths.

Meanwhile, erotic fire was was coursing through Whitney's veins
just as hard as her twin sister. She'd long since suspected that
the thirteen-year-old boy next to her had a little crush on her.
The danger of fanning those flames wide open with her entire
family mere inches from her - even watching her during this, only
continued to drive her off the edge; she'd asked him to sit on
her lap under the half-flimsy pretense of there being so little
room on the couch. Her parents may have looked at her a bit
oddly, but she was a devout christian, a symbol of purity... they
quickly stamped out of their minds any notion of it being
questionable.

With her eyes closed in the warmth of his body encompassing her,
she let her slender hand easily wedge its way underneath the
waistband of the stretchy black sweat pants he was wearing. She
slowly crept her hand further downwards in an arc across the left
side of his left leg, away from the visibility of someone
casually glancing at them from the right. He had already been
breathing faster by the time she touched her fingers to his thigh
- now flushed face was actually trembling slightly under the
explosion of shock, excitement, and fear hitting him all at once.


He stared straight ahead at the TV, every thought funneled into
the impossible movements of his cousin beneath. Hailey finished
sliding her hands across his sweatpants and easily wrapped her
hand over his absolutely rigid teen erection. She let her mom's
vibrator bring her to an orgasm as she fondled his excitement,
pulsing her fingers around the precum-dripping dick in slow
subtle squeezes.

When she opened her eyes she saw her mom's head turned, looking
at the target of her molestation. Her dad was also glancing over
at him with a look that amounted to something of concern. "Why is
your face red darling?" Whitney's mom asked, staring at his
over-dilated eyes and noticing his uneasy breathing. "Are you
okay? Are you feeling cold dea--" her mom's words were cut short
by a very short but incredibly loud "slllUrrRRRppp!" that came
from underneath Hailey's blanket.

Before she could contain herself Hailey's lips parted, letting in
an involuntary gasp in reaction to the large amount of
post-orgasmic slime being swallowed messily from her spasming
pussy. Everyone had varying expressions of puzzlement,
bewilderment, lust, or panic in the ensuing moment as the TV
continued to air its show, uncaringly slicing through each rising
millisecond of danger.

The doorbell rang like a gunshot signaling a series of
racehorses; in one smooth motion Whitney wove her hand out of her
cousin's pants and stood up to go answer the door, muttering a "I
don't know what his problem is..." in feigned annoyance as she
walked across the living room. Hailey felt the little girl next
to her leap off the couch to greet her mom at the door and used
the moment of complete blanket-possession to quickly get off the
couch and rush towards her room while carrying it wrapped around
her despite the odd stares.

In the commotion that followed the boy eeked out that he "just
had a stomach ache" and Hailey followed the excuse by claiming a
stomach ache of her own that had caused the sound and quick rush
to the bedroom - the food they ate must have been bad! The
excuses were weak and strange, but they could only be accepted as
truth given the lack of any other conceivable explanations.

A couple of hours later the buzzing confusion of the
mass-discovery had passed and normality returned to the house.
Hailey had been planning on a date tonight, and she now stood in
the bathroom putting the final touches on her hair and face, a
frilly white dress on that blossomed out beautifully at the waist
with an antique style. She loved vintage clothing, but more
importantly the shape of the dress completely hid the baby inside
of it!

Not wanting to compromise between doing her homework and
appearing suspicious, Hailey had come up with the idea to wear
one of her vintage dresses to her date, her little girl snugly
wrapped against her from her stomach down to her crotch, it's
mouth tightly plugged up into her vagina for hours straight now.

Standing with her thighs as close together as they would go while
accommodating the baby's head was a lesson of its own; the baby
didn't have much room to breathe and Hailey was slightly
bow-legged but not uncomfortable. Hailey was very considerate and
waited to see if it was okay for Becca as well. Her infant
daughter had little difficulty as she adjusted to the new
position and tilted her nose to a better angle.

Becca tickled her mom for the first twenty minutes as Hailey got
used to the new position she took between her legs - the baby's
nose was actually buried past her labia which meant she could
feel each little breath as it pushed in and out though her inner
folds; the adorable girl was actually breathing through her cunt,
each lungful of air doused in the scent of female reproductive
organ.

"Mmmm, you're perfectly stowed away!" Hailey laughed, looking at
herself in the mirror and seeing only her beautifully-dressed
self looking back at her. Even as she turned in place it wasn't
noticeable that she had a baby strapped against her, Becca's
little head laying comfortably between its mother's legs, sucking
on pussy upside-down.

"It's such a sick way to learn to live, dear, isn't it... and I'm
sure it tastes delicious to you, doesn't it?" Valerie quizzed her
baby in a cute motherly tone as she walked out of the bathroom
and picked up her purse from the bedroom. She was off to go see
Dan, her date for the night. Her parents knew she was taking
Becca with her (but not HOW!) while he had no idea that her
daughter was coming along... it was her and Hailey's little
secret.

Bridget, the twins' youngest sister at nine years old, came home
from her friend's house at the same time that Whitney and Hailey
were in the kitchen chatting while they waited for Hailey's date
to arrive. The young girl was late - it was nearly sunset - but
their cousin's mom and their parents were busy talking in the
living room and didn't notice the time.

Hailey glanced out the kitchen window to the driveway impatiently
while Whitney's eyes followed Bridget; she watched her
prepubescent sister walking to her bedroom and felt a sinking
weight churn its way down her stomach as she imagined her little
sister's underwear being thrown carelessly into the hamper
tonight - only to be sucked clean by HER. "She so messy - ugh!"
she thought in repulsion as the imagery of the nasty deed crossed
her mind. She was nine years old and had just finished running
around and playing in a park with friends; her undies were going
to taste absolutely terrible - sweaty and musky, probably
slightly sour from drops of pee and normal vaginal lubrication
rubbing off. Whitney grimaced.

Just then, Hailey heard a knocking at the door and quickly ran to
open it. Her boyfriend was stunned to see her looking so uniquely
beautiful in her puffy dress - she leaned forward and wrapped her
arms around him, kissing him gently and giving him a tease of
things to come. Her bushy dress-bottom and many layers of springy
cloth within successfully prevented him from feeling anything
"lumpy" as he embraced her, and he kissed her back.

They made out for a couple of minutes after walking onto porch
and closing the door behind them, the scent of fresh cologne and
perfume still mingling in Hailey's nose as she held Dan's hand
and walked towards his car. It was still warm outside from the
early-fall day as the sun was setting and her multi-layered dress
kept the baby steamy within. As expected, she got a little bit
wet from the make-out session and felt a small suckling begin
in-between her legs while she finished her short walk and waited
for the car door to unlock.

The drive to the club was a long one, being a 30-minute drive out
of town. Hailey had some relaxed conversation, but found herself
getting drowsy easily from Dan's deep voice and the rhythmic
breathing of her child napping against her. Once, for a short
while, Becca woke up and tried milking; Hailey was fairly dry
given the calm, soothing ride and yet little Becca continued to
keep her lips wrapped on her mother's labia, sucking with a slow
but steady pulsation - her vagina was becoming a pacifier.

Sucking on her "pacifier" calmed both of them even further and
Dan had to wake his girlfriend up after finally rolling into the
parking lot of the building. The country music could be heard
from where they parked, and she eagerly stretched and got herself
back to being excited about their night out. Just the two...
er... three of them. The music and shouting became louder and
louder, and the rudely awakened infant began crying into Hailey's
vagina in protest.

It tried to turn its head to cry louder but the head-straps held
it tightly in place - holding her composure, Valerie quickly got
her hand stamped at the door and entered the crowd, letting the
blaring beats and cacophony of laughter and chatter blur out the
muffled crying altogether.

Dan could scarcely make out the cry of an annoyed baby as he
danced with her - it sounded so muted that it seemed to be coming
from across the room. The rocking and swaying of Valerie's crotch
as it moved with the bouncing country rhythm was even more
irritating to the child for the next few minutes. The persistent
rocking, however, eventually calmed Becca down just enough to
where she began noticing and recognizing the scent of aroused
flesh - Hailey had been kissing her boyfriend again as they
twirled around the dance floor, and Becca's returning hunger
quieted her out of necessity as her infant tongue slithered
around the moist hole, smooth pink lips locking around the heated
tunnel. The dancing duet became a dancing threesome!

The baby girl's face was completely smeared with arousal as a
collateral effect of Hailey gyrating her hips and spinning across
the club, the passion of their dirty dancing and kissing heating
her up and keeping her juices flowing. Hailey would have been a
*little* turned on anyway, but the actions of her baby was like
an amplifier - Becca would nurse harder if she started getting
even the least bit horny, which in turn kept Hailey getting
wetter.

Babies in the womb can be coldly analogous to a parasite - taking
to live and giving nothing in return - but newborn Becca was
becoming a perversely perfect kind of symbiote; Baby wanted to
swallow vaginal slime, and Mother delivered it with her arousal
and orgasms. It was such a degrading way to think about her
daughter: almost like a kind of lower life-form, a symbiotic
organism attached to her vagina.

Meanwhile Whitney was still at home, stuck doing chores that
Hailey should have been doing if she hadn't been allowed to go on
such a long date. She was becoming mad about it and decided she
was just going to skip her homework in order to have a decent
amount of free time. 9:30PM rolled around and Bridget was now in
bed while her parents were in the shower. Whitney shuffled to her
parents' bedroom and knelt down, poking her head under the bed
and supporting herself with one hand. The other hand felt around
the underside of the bed, reaching into the hole sliced open by
the family cat, and found the little wooden box.

It was dangerous to have kept it so long, but it wasn't her fault
that Hailey had stolen it and then left her high and dry. Well,
not "dry" at all... Whitney fished the vibrating egg out of her
crotch, pulling it upwards by the wire that was connected to the
remote control in her right pocket. As she glanced at it one last
time before placing it in the box and locking it, she saw that it
was still glistening with her juices. She thought for a moment,
but then deliberately decided not to wipe it clean on her jeans -
she wanted her mom to fuck her dried pussy juice into her hole
the next time she used it. "That's what you get for grounding me
last week..." she said out loud, touching herself briefly with
sadistic pleasure.

The box went back into the bed-frame and rested in place on the
little ledge put there so many years ago. How long her
god-fearing mom had made a secret fucktoy-box she didn't know -
it made her wonder if the propensity to do such immoral things
ran in the family. She quickly lifted herself up and walked out
of the room, laying on her bed and relenting to do some of her
boring homework after all as she waited for her parents to get
out of the shower.

None of her other classes could possibly compare to her new first
hour - an orgy of sex awaited her every day? She couldn't believe
it was true, and she didn't understand how it was even possible,
how Miss Cone wasn't arrested on sight. Hailey had barely managed
to keep her cover this afternoon (literally) while Miss Cone was
somehow able to make them practically bend over backwards for an
orgasm, all-the-while acting like being caught was out of her
league. Something was amiss, Whitney thought as she tapped her
pencil absentmindedly on a history book.

"Night Whitney!" Her dad shouted, walking past her doorway
towards their bedroom. "Night Whitney... sleep well and dream
good!" her mom chimed at her while following her husband. It had
been a crazy day but it had ended comfortably, Whitney thought,
going over the events of first hour and of their near-discovery
once again. After a short pause of caution, Whitney took another
first step back into the crazy day by getting up off her bed and
walking into the bathroom to take her shower. With her stomach
already tightening with a now-familiar blend of disgust and
excitement, she locked the door.

The water to the shower was on, but just the cold water, and just
enough to make the splattering and splashing sounds of someone
using it. Whitney was kneeling on the floor at this point; she
was in front of the line of hampers that was placed against one
of the bathroom walls. She started with the one most full of
clothing - Bridget's. The lid came up, and Whitney saw today's
clothes at the top, still just *barely* warmed from the heat of
Bridget's body. Picking up the petite pair of shorts nestled
against a cotton shirt, Whitney reached inside and pulled out the
piece of clothing that she needed to... she blushed again under
the thought... clean.

Whitney turned the underwear inside-out and brought it closer to
her face, to where she could begin smelling the concoction her
9-year-old sister had leaked into creation throughout the day.
Whitney couldn't help but think of the terrible fact that her
little sister had thrown this into the hamper as a piece of waste
- something akin to garbage - so that it could be sanitized back
into being useable again. And here, her older sister, was instead
putting that acrid mess into her MOUTH.

Whitney lurched for just a split-second under the instinct to
vomit as she breathed in deeper and forced her lungs to fill with
the scent of her sister's dirty panties. And then, compelled by a
twisted surge of self-humiliation coated in lust, she moved her
lips to the thin cloth and gently kissed the smelly crotch like
she would a lover.

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Three hours and plenty of drinks later, Dan was completely
smashed. Hailey on the other hand had a kid to care for and made
sure to stay under the limit, nothing that would impair her
driving or her safety. She was a responsible, caring mother,
after all. The smoke in the air was like a fog, but Hailey had
never once felt Becca coughing or she would have left the club -
presumably the layers of cloth in her dress combined with the air
passing through her vagina actually served as a passive filter,
keeping the irritating smoke out and keeping the scent of
dripping wet pussy in.

Such a thoughtful parent! Hailey, being 16, had just gotten her
permit fairly recently and so jumped at the opportunity to drive
Dan around in his car. The fact that she was allowed to go out on
a date so late - until 11 - was another exciting facet of the
afternoon. Only a few days earlier she would have arrived home
early, eager to please her parents and keep herself away from the
temptations of the flesh. And yet now, given the tiny bit of
slack her parents entrusted her with... she planned to defile
herself.

Sneaking in through the garage door and then into the house with
her boyfriend was relatively easy, if not for his worried and
simultaneously drunken expression. He was even more religious
than she was, the intoxicating alcohol in his brain not being the
only thing dampening his resolve - dancing for so long with the
highly aromatic JC-10 coming off of the baby harness that Hailey
was wearing was like an invisible perfume that only added to the
potency in eradicating his inhibitions and moral obligations.

Hailey clapped a hand over Dan's mouth to shut him up as she
guided him, by his dick, into the kitchen. He was far too drunk
to resist, let alone argue, and couldn't do anything except fall
backwards as Hailey gently pushed him backwards onto the dining
table. It was a moderately sized oak table and was more than
capable of holding his weight... and hers.

Hailey lifted up her dress like a curtsy so that she could
stair-step up to the table by using one of the chairs as a stool.
Hailey stood over her drunken boyfriend almost menacingly with
her eyes glaring down filled with the same hunger a rapist has
for its victim. She could still hear the TV on in her parent's
bedroom and knew they were still awake only a few feet away. But
she was in a frenzy - she wanted to take his poor little sexual
inhibitions, and burn them down.

He was still lucid enough to pay attention, and it looked like
Hailey was moving her panties to the side as she knelt on the
table and began lowering her bottom towards his crotch,
simultaneously unzipping his fly and pulling his rigid cock out.
He hated the fact that he couldn't stop himself from being hard,
but he would have truly hated it if he knew that in actuality she
was moving Becca's head out of the way despite her insistent and
almost pouty sucking. And that her mouth would return shortly...

Dan's slid against her naked slit easily; Hailey had thought
there might be a bit of friction to rub his cock past, but she
was so wet that it was like sliding across hot vaseline. He
moaned and she quickly clasped her hand back over his mouth
again, silencing all but his staggered breath as she began to
tease up and down on his dick, turning into a rabid bitch in
heat.

"Why do I hear a - a...?" Dan managed to groan out as she let her
hand slip away and his cock continued sliding back and forth just
outside her body. Hailey knew without a doubt that he was
referring to the little bundle of love that was making baby
noises as she kept trying to nestle her mouth on vagina and kept
finding a cock in the way. If this innocent boy knew what he was
in for tonight he'd want to slit his own wrists in shame; Hailey
grinned and rubbed inwards even harder.

For several passionate minutes they dry-humped. Hailey continued
orchestrating the foreplay between herself, Dan, and her
daughter; Becca kept tossing her head about like a slow-moving
fish out of water, trying to reposition herself into the standard
cunt-sucking posture like a good girl, and after a few minutes of
the baby's head-bumps against her and Dan's private parts, Hailey
decided to end Becca's confusion and she stopped slowly, pulling
away from Dan.

Her wet pussy was *just* out of reach of the tip of his throbbing
cock and he was delirious with the thrill of excitement as much
as she was. He might have some serious regrets later but, in his
horny drunken state, now was not the time. They were both hungry
for her in different ways... and they were both going to get
something completely different.

Hailey smiled slyly and bit her lower lip, staring right into
Dan's eyes as she fished her arm under her puffy dress, sliding a
hand towards and then around his dick, holding it with seductive
softness. A sexy gyration of her waist and a subtle lowering
happened next as Dan felt the tip of his dick entering his
girlfriend for the first time. Except that instead of her "virgin
pussy", Hailey had deliberately re-routed his penis into Becca's
baby mouth.

Hailey lowered herself and Dan fucked into Hailey's "cunt",
moaning her name. "Oh - fuck - you feel good... you're so wet...
tight..." he moaned again in pure pleasure as he humped forward
into the cunt again, ramming the surprised baby's mouth. He was
actually face-fucking an infant girl with his pussy-juice coated
cock! Hailey groaned in heated response to Dan's motions, but not
for the reasons he expected...

After only a few seconds of this despicable treatment, Becca was
making more and more noise - a baby didn't like being
mouth-fucked like a cunt after all - and Hailey knew she needed
to act quickly in order to avoid being caught by either him or
her parents. Pulling him off of the table and taking him with his
pants wrapped around his ankles she led him by the dick once
again, this time to the bathroom.

The door was locked; "Whitney must be taking her shower! Shit!"
Hailey thought in annoyance at the kink in her plans. Whitney
soon heard a soft but insistent rapping at the door, a sound like
a woodpecker or a broken metronome filled with all the patience a
starving succubus could muster.

After several seconds of the drumming onslaught, the door opened
a crack and Whitney poked her head out, eyes wide with
frustration. "Your hair is still dry, must be a long shower?"
Hailey noticed immediately, smirking. "Oh, fuck, it's so nasty
doing this-" Whitney admitted promptly, long since past the point
of hiding anything from her twin sister, "-ugh, ack... tasting
Bridget is the grossest thing I've done in my life! Oh my god,
just fuck, she's so dirty!" she continued on; Hailey was actually
able to detect the smell of Bridget's crotch-juice in Whitney's
breath as she spoke and it made her smile instead of being
sympathetic.

"Earlier today *I* was the shocked one and *you* were the
unleashed one..." "I know, it's just, god..." "But you've been
sucking every single pair of her underwear clean in there?"
"Yes." Dan was still next to Hailey, gripped by the dick and in a
drunken haze when without warning she reached underneath
Whitney's waistband, slipped a hand past her panties and dove a
middle finger right into her crotch, immediately pulling the
finger out and lifting it to her nose. "Are you almost done with
her? It smells like you are."
"Oh fuck, don't say that..." Whitney retorted with shame.

"Smell it." Hailey demanded, shoving the middle finger below
Whitney's nose. "SMELL it." She commanded again as Whitney tried
to push the hand away. "You got wet tasting Bridget on your
tongue, didn't you?"
"Shut up!" Whitney's face was red as she turned her head away
from Hailey in heated embarrassment; her face was plastered with
confusion - she'd given into being attracted to her twin sister,
but now she was actually getting *moist* at being allowed to
swallow the discarded juices of a child... of her own snobby
little sister!

The damning realization that she found children, *including*
familial ones, to be sexually attractive caused her debased brain
to unreel like a camera suddenly pointed at the sun and blown out
of focus. Everything was still blurry to her when the back of
Hailey's head landed in her lap like a sack of bricks.

"What the fuck?" Whitney asked suddenly, trying to gather her
composure again. "Dan... you're going to fuck me right here, on
the bathroom floor," she said to her boyfriend, looking up at
Whitney before continuing "-and you're my pillow... that way I
can watch you sucking each of my panties clean." Hailey
explained, motioning for the stupidly-drunken Dan and seeing him
uneasily kneeling down in front of her, blinking twice at
realizing the sick threesome that was being asked of him.

The gravity of the situation was catching up to him, or maybe the
alcohol was wearing off. The frowny-face on Whitney's mouth
opposed Hailey's plan as well, and in one snapping sentence she
quickly retorted "You will suck them clean right here, RIGHT now,
and you will masturbate." At the same time, Hailey pulled Dan
down onto her by his wrists, causing him to nearly fall right
over and lose his balance. "But your SIS-" a kiss shattered his
thoughts as Hailey forced his weight to press down on her supple
body. Realizing her stern voice and reprimanding behavior, Hailey
finished her kiss and tilted her head up at her sister,
whispering, "I've always been the teacher's pet... and I'm going
to prove it again right now."

The fact that her fellow sister was treating her like a sex-doll
should have done nothing but infuriate her... Hailey had always
tried to take the role of the "oldest" sister despite being
identical twins. And yet, the JC-10 was causing every aspect of
her consciousness to start from within the point of view that a
prostitute in heat has... in this new perspective, she found
herself blushing under the arousal of her sister dominating her.

She opened Hailey's hamper and shuddered in disgust, but her
other hand was weaving its way into her pants; her fingers slid
into her vagina easily - she was sopping wet. Hailey never
stopped staring at Whitney as she brought the first pair of her
underwear into her mouth. "Can you taste it, Whitney? I was such
a good girl yesterday, and it was Sunday... I was in church for a
while. You're tasting only the most *saintly* of crotch stew...
mmmm mmm good!" she taunted her sister, watching Whitney grimace
as she forced herself to accept the pungent mixture by swallowing
it.

Suddenly scowling, Hailey yanked the cloth out of Whitney's
mouth, commenting angrily "Wait! I bet you didn't even say your
thanks when you came in here, did you?! Our panties are like
bite-sized parts of a meal... the best you've had in your life,
I'm sure. You sick bitch." Whitney was dumbfounded. "You... you -
called me a - and you actually want me to - ???" "If you want to
feast on dried crotch juice, you have to give proper thanks. If
you don't, then I won't let you do it." Whitney just groaned
almost inaudibly, her stomach turning like a washing machine from
the level of depravity her sister had reached.

Whitney opened her mouth, pausing, and then: "Dear lord, thank
you for this... food..." Whitney had hesitated, thinking about
how humiliating and WRONG it was to call this food. "Blessed are
those that..." she gasped, touching herself as she continued,
"...prepared it." "Bless it to my... use... and me to your
service" she couldn't shake how twisted this prayer was... "And
make me ever mindful of the..." Whitney paused again, "...the
*needs* of others." she was flicking her clit by this point.
"Through Christ our Lord I pray. Amen."

Whitney then moved the dirty crotch of Hailey's church-going
panties back into her mouth, sucking on them with a renewed
hunger, as if the prayer had actually make her thankful of the
disgusting 'meal'. "Good girl. Our parents taught us proper
manners and respect didn't they?" Hailey commented slyly,
continuing to watch Whitney suck and swallow as she resumed what
she was doing.

Dan had watched their show with growing alertness, his drunken
stupor fading more and more. He should have left immediately,
this kind of sick family thing was bad enough and here he was
losing his virginity, but... the JC-10 hypnotized him into being
too horny to pull off. "I'll... I won't let this... Jesus help...
me..." he thought, trying to muster his moral willpower - only
for Hailey to help him in finding a comfortable position on the
tile floor, a hand curling itself around his dick and demolishing
his weak resolve completely.

"I'm raping him" Hailey thought, "but he's going to return the
favor..." she smirked, neither he nor Whitney knew what Hailey
did as she used her other hand to release the straps on the
harness, rolling the baby around; Becca was now laying flat on
her back on top of her mother's lower torso - but her head was
resting backwards over her mother's vagina like a person laying
their head off the end of a bed. "This is a hot lesbian
lineup..." Hailey thought as she finished the positioning,
holding Becca's chin and gently turning her head to face straight
forward.

Taking a hold of Dan's shoulders and kissing him passionately to
stop him from trying to undress her, Hailey opened her legs wider
and helped him line his hard dick up with her "cunt" - also known
as the baby's mouth! "You might be reluctant, you might be holy,
but you're still horny as fuck... good..." she said out loud,
curling her tongue and licking her upper lip in a wicked grin
from the anticipation.

Hailey used her right hand around his cock as a sheathe again,
ensuring that as Dan began thrusting into her baby, his dick went
no further than just inside her mouth; Becca needed to breathe,
after all. "Oh, yes... wow... you feel perfect... Hailey..." Dan
groaned, complimenting Hailey's 'vagina'. She laughed to herself
inaudibly, "I know I do. Fuck me... show me that you want all the
way inside!" Hailey responded in earnest, the hairs on her arms
standing up from the thrill that she was going to debase her
daughter in the most degrading way conceivable. Little baby
Becca, not even a year old, was going to be used as a cunt - as
literally nothing more than a surrogate vagina, her toothless
mouth a perfectly moist hole for a fully-grown 18-year-old to
fuck.

Hailey wondered how it must feel for a man to forcefully thrust
into a baby's mouth; the tip of his prick pushing its way past
the weightless yet warm lips and feeling the warm saliva from an
infant's high-temperature body. It must feel rapturous to feel
those soft toothless gums from the tiny mouth helplessly
squeezing around your cock as it slides its way into the tiny
oral cavity, the end of your throbbing dick pushing insistently
further and further with each fuck, threatening to wildly plunge
into the newborn...

Hailey snapped out of her sex-haze as she realized that the hand
encircling Dan's dick had been relaxing slightly with each thrust
and that Dan's dick-head had long since bullied its way in
deeper... Becca was beginning to buck and cry with the feeling of
the hot appendage forcing her jaws open as wide as they could
physically stretch just to house his cock. Dan could feel the
inadvertent massage of the little girl's gums squeezing him in
utterly failed attempts to close, and every time his dick pulled
back almost out of the little mouth he gave it room to pout
briefly.

It sounded somewhat like the warbling war-cry of a very small
indian, and it would have been comical if it wasn't so alarming.
"What... is that your baby? Where is she? Do we need to stop and
take care of her?" Dan began babbling, trying to be supportive of
the potential situation. "Shut the fuck up... don't stop... you
wanna help her? Then use it... fuck it... own it with your
dick..." Hailey urged Dan on, her cryptic innuendo going
completely over his intoxicated head. The crying bursts were
getting louder but at the same time Dan was getting more urgent
in his thrusts - so like a horse let off its reigns, Hailey chose
the latter of two ways to silence Becca... and let go of his dick
completely.

"Now fuck me like you mean it..." Hailey whispered to Dan, almost
inaudibly, and the next few minutes passed in slow motion to her;
her crotch rocked back from Dan's dick thrusting forward into the
child's mouth, his penis easily and immediately reaching the back
of her open mouth and pushing against the little bump of a uvula
as it met light resistance on the entrance to her immature
throat. This pressure on the uvula and throat caused the baby to
truly gag in a vomiting reflex...

Dan felt this to be a pleasurable twinge of Hailey's vagina, a
delicious-feeling orgasm inviting him further - like a cobra
about to strike, his whole dick slanted itself upwards slightly
as it reoriented and straightened out with the angled fuck-tunnel
of throat that presented itself. He stared into Hailey's eyes
with his fists clenched full of lust as he pushed HARD into the
firmly constricted opening - and felt his dripping dick finally
entering "Hailey's" body *all* the way to the hilt.

In reality what just happened is that his penis, enormous in
relation to the baby girl, had just FORCED itself past the baby's
inadequately-sized throat-opening, and then slid its way down the
full length of the baby's ENTIRE throat. A baby's proportions
weren't designed for a man - they weren't even petite or
child-like... they were tiny, miniature. Becca's pathetically
undersized throat actually bulged *visibly* to a large degree as
the engorged penis mercilessly pushed inwards, stretching her
throat open to accommodate him like a garden snake swallowing a
chicken egg.

Down the throat he went... and then a tight constricting barrier
was met as his sex organ pushed against the baby's vocal cords.
His brutish thrust was so feverish and lustful that he simply
crammed his way past the muscular blockade, his dick sending him
signals of pleasure as it felt the ring of spasming muscle clench
his dick continuously. Every attempt of her body to resist only
*encouraged* the penis to continue, and every attempted cry of
disapproval was just another tight muscle-spasm around the man
raping her as Becca's stomach flinched in several uncoordinated
reflexes.

His penis now went from her lips, through her mouth, into her
throat, and down the entire length of it... his penis continued
on the path provided by her esophagus and into her upper-chest,
where it quickly ended and her stomach began. Dan's penis was
titanic compared to poor newborn Becca - his cock reached halfway
into her diminutive stomach like a lance before he finally
bottomed out with his balls smashing into her face.

His dick hovered in the middle of her belly for a brief moment,
an impossible intruder of unthinkable atrocity - and then Dan
pulled out, completely, his manhood leaving the baby girl's
mouth, giving the infant only a split-second to gasp before the
thick rod slid its way through her mouth again and PLUNGED down
each and every inch of her tight, slippery throat. His penis
again reached into the baby's stomach which was by this time
attempting to heave again - the squeezing, clenched stomach
cavity attempted to deny his massive sex member any entrance, but
this slimy and wrinkly wall of fuck-flesh was an easy conquest
for the man-tool. He pushed into her clenched stomach opening
like someone would push their finger into the opening of a
deflated balloon, causing it to literally be stretched open and
forward into an unwilling skin-tight contour against his
throbbing dick.

Precum isn't cum at all - it's specifically designed to
neutralize the natural acidity of vaginal lubricant so that sperm
doesn't die on its trek to the egg. Stomach acid is far more
potent, but a baby's tiny stomach is also miniscule - the precum
dripping from his dick was enough to significantly lower the
acidity of Becca's stomach lining. He felt only a slight sting as
he bottomed out in her this time, the weakened acid feeling like
a hot rubbing oil.

Once again, the effect only caused Dan to feel even greater
pleasure. It seemed impossible, but Hailey watched with her own
eyes as she saw a baby girl's entire oral tract servicing a
full-grown man towards orgasm with whore-like efficiency - and it
wasn't requiring any pain tolerance on his part - every inch of
the tiny baby from her squeezing gums to her writhing tongue, to
her impossibly tight throat, to her undulating throat muscles, to
her spasming vocal cord ring, even her repeatedly heaving
stomach... felt even BETTER than a vagina.

Perhaps, she thought, babies were meant to be throat-fucked at
birth. Instead of spanking a baby to get it crying after
delivery, the father should gently lower the baby to his groin
and promptly fuck the bitch's throat. Its very first breath of
life should be one taken in-between thrusts of an erect dick.

As Dan continued to fuck Becca's body, the continual expulsions
of her belly resulted in it finally pushing out the fluid that
was contained within... the vaginal secretions that she'd
swallowed earlier. Like a real cunt wetting itself with pussy
juice, Becca gushed half-digested vaginal lubricant up the length
of her esophagus, which only further slickened herself up like a
sex toy.

Cunt juice leaked out of the corners of Becca's cock-filled
mouth, mixing with precum and spit and then drooling down the
front of her face, soaking her skin and hair in a sticky mixture
of bodily fluids. "Say my name when you cum..." Hailey sputtered
out, her heart racing in the panicked pleasure of the unthinkable
happenings and realizations. Dan, hearing this approval to empty
his load inside her, began bucking even *faster* into her cunt
like an unleashed animal.

"God, you're so tight! FUCK! Squeeze me harder!" He said out
loud, trying to hush his voice but still managing to nearly break
into an outcry. Hailey rested her hand on her daughter's throat
and felt the baby's throat swelling FAR past its limit as he
forced his penis inside, then shrinking momentarily with his
withdrawal only to swell brutally again under the next stuffing.
His thrusts were becoming stronger and longer, he was climbing to
the absolute peak of his climax!

The final thrusts caused louder and louder wet gurgling noises as
juices messily fucked their way back and forth from Becca's mouth
to halfway inside her body and back again, all within
split-seconds. At the same time Dan's testicles slapped obscenely
across Becca's face, degrading her ever further and resulting in
the combined sound of extremely wet and sloppy sex. The sticky
sounds of Becca's cunt-juice coated cavity wouldn't have been out
of place in a brothel - Dan was pumping in and out of Becca so
hard that Hailey's lower body was swaying back and forth as if
*she* was the one being fucked.

He pulled out again, and pushed in again, too far-gone with
mind-blowing pleasure to reconsider the cause for the
increasingly wild and desperate spasming around his dick or the
sputtering sound of a gasp while he was momentarily out. IN...
and out... and INNN... and out... and INNNNNN... and out... and
INNNNNNNNNNNN - Dan's penis stayed impaled inside the baby girl
and his eyes blurred under the strain of his body-clenching
orgasm. "H-Hailey... you'rre... cumming so hard..." he muttered,
unwittingly referring to the urgently convulsing and twinging
baby-flesh between his legs.

"...Hailey!" he grunted while Hailey stared directly into his
eyes as he finished throat-fucking her baby daughter. Poor Becca
was held in place by the huge dick, was unable to breathe from
the merciless raping - and then the tiny girl was rewarded for
this use by a surge of muscular contraction from the tentacle
violating half its body - Becca felt a spurt of hot liquid fire
itself straight into her digestive tract.

In an identical fashion to the brutal fucking that had led up to
it, Becca now had to endure the literally breathless humiliation
of taking Dan's entire ejaculation DIRECTLY into her palpitating
stomach: SPPURRTT... and surge... and SPPURRT... and surge... and
SPPURT... and surge... and SPURT.... .... and surge and
SPPURRRTTT! and SPURRT! and SPURT!!! Dan's orgasm seemed like it
would never end - this was his first orgasm inside a girl! He
never masturbated, but now he was here, losing his virginity to a
baby girl and injecting the largest load of his life right into
her belly!

Becca's tiny stomach-volume was made even smaller by the fact
that it had been trying to heave so hard and so continuously.
With with Dan's penis firmly entrenched halfway in it and
unmoving, it began to finally rest uneasily at half it's normal
capacity - slowly filling up with each discharge of the orgasming
man. After what must have felt like an eternity to the violated
baby, Dan panted and slowly withdrew his glistening, slowly
shrinking member from Hailey's "cunt", leaving Becca's stomach no
less than three-quarters full of male ejaculatory fluid.

By the time the baby's throat was unclogged and free the gagging
reflex had completely subsided in lieu of need for air, so she
kept the forced serving of sperm down like a good girl while she
breathed desperately. "That felt amazing..." Hailey moaned,
thinking about the thrusts she'd felt pounding into her little
girl's stomach. "Oh... Jesus... you felt so hot and inviting...
you were orgasming even when I was pulling out just now!" he
whispered in amazement to her, and then kissed her gently on the
cheek.

Hailey smiled back at him like an angel and then used both her
hands to grip each side of her dress in a pinch, and pull it
upwards. Like a curtain being pulled back to reveal the trick
behind a magic act, Dan's face quickly changed from one of
post-sex adoration to one of confusion and then shock, finally
landing on one of horrified awe. He saw a baby girl between
Hailey's legs; it had sweat on its forehead from the heat of
their sexually active bodies pressed against her, it had a trail
of fluids leaking out of its mouth smearing across its face, and
it was still too busy steadying its breath to cry.

The final realization and what it meant knocked Dan straight
backwards into the door, making him sound childish as he hit the
barrier and simultaneously tried to yelp "devil!". He began
stumbling to put his clothes on as fast as humanly possible,
ready to run out of the house naked if the linen didn't
cooperate.

"Devil?" Hailey grinned wickedly, seeming to confirm the
accusation. She chuckled, indulging in the sense of electrifying
power as she watched Dan's pitiful sense of blind morality
imploding on itself. She didn't know it, but the JC-10 he'd
inhaled during sex served like oxygen, fanning a darkening flame
as Hailey began to recount the coupling. Hailey sang in mockery
of the childhood rhyme, "You and Becca sitting on me,
F-U-C-K-I-N-G." Dan's face contorted as if he'd been kicked
repeatedly as she began the song, and she continued steadily,
each accusation like a hammer nailing a sinful piece of lust onto
his skin.

"Did you like fucking my daughter?" "She's sort of into older
men, you know. She's only... zero years old..." "You *owned* her
with your penis, just like I told you to... just like a man
should..." "Think about it. Remember how it felt. If you reach
down now you can still wipe your pre-cum off of her lips." "Do
you think newborns are old enough to fuck??? Do you think... god
would approve of your 'holy' union?"

With her initial heavy breaths out of the way and her lungs once
again full of air, Becca prepared to voice her absolute opinion
on the matter. She had to cough first - an ooze of bodily fluids
quickly spattered from the baby's mouth. Hailey bent down almost
instinctively and clapped her mouth over the baby's, sucking at
the filth coming out. Hailey tasted her own pussy juice mixed
with the array of precum and spit and stomach goo as she snaked
her tongue around in her daughter's infant mouth; their lips
slowly separated and Hailey swallowed eagerly.

As Becca began to cry Hailey picked her up and cuddled her,
rocking her gently and snuggling her against her mother's chest
in a soothing embrace. Becca continued crying as Hailey
continued. "You know why she's crying?" "It's because you didn't
even fuck her as a person... you fucked 'me' and used her as
nothing but a tight wet cunt..." "You raped her throat the same
way you'd fuck a grown woman... I tasted your passion inside of
her... "I could taste how much you loved it." Dan's face was a
stark white billboard painted with all the blackness of sin.

"Let... it... in... touch her... touch my little Becca...
SEXUALLY." Hailey whispered, her mouth directly next to his ear.
Dark compulsions were beginning to impinge on the space that
purity once occupied - a maelstrom of right and wrong, of "I'm
good and you're bad" was tearing itself apart - releasing him
from that bottled-up prison cell of morality altogether. The
JC-10 was like a conduit inside of Dan, allowing the electrical
blasts of her unthinkable commandments to brew within like a
storm - the turmoil boiling inside him was almost palpable.

Sweat was dripping off of Dan's forehead despite the sex having
long since passed, and with a shaking hand he reached out and
tried to close his eyes but found them widening as his fingers
brushed Becca's arm... and then gripped it. The touch wasn't even
remotely sexual in the technical sense, but the intent in the
action was like a cataclysmic event to both of them. "Now you're
born again." she said, like a fallen angel welcoming its latest
member.

Dan used to be even more religious than Hailey had been; them
having sex on the table would have been a powerful feat on its
own accord thanks to the assistance of the JC-10. And yet no
amount of JC-10 could have so perfectly shattered the entire
universe of this young boy like Hailey just had. "So this is what
Miss Cone must feel like..." she said, basking in the feeling of
having completely broken her caring, sensitive, oh-so-charming
boyfriend... into being like her. She had tasted the sweet blood
of absolute seduction, and now she wanted more.

He left quietly, without saying another word. Hailey seriously
doubted he was staying so quiet out of fear for being caught by
her parents; that was nothing but a passive concern of his past
life by this point. No... he was still trying to comprehend the
neurological changes that she'd helped burn into his brain.
Hailey heard him cross the living room and walk outside; as got
into his car and the noise of his engine was faintly audible,
Hailey looked over at her sister. She was nearly done sucking the
underwear clean... all of them.

"Did you enjoy the show, little sis?" Hailey mocked her. Whitney
spoke through the underwear in her mouth with annoyance, "I'm
*not* your little sis! We're a few seconds apart!" Hailey smiled,
"Yes... but you like it when I dominate you, don't you..." she
trailed off. Whitney looked at her sister without any answer, but
her silence served as one. There wasn't any warning - Hailey
grabbed Whitney by a fist in the back of her hair, and pushed her
head down towards her crotch, lifting her dress up again and
exposing her naked womanhood.

"DON'T let go of those panties from your mouth, stupid bitch. I
want you to smell. SMELL!" Hailey commanded her sister, like a
testosterone-injected lesbian dyke. "Do I smell wet enough for my
daughter?" she asked simply. A couple seconds passed before
Whitney took another deep whiff of the aroused mistress, and then
nodded her head yes. "Good. Then get her ready. You don't get to
have it - you just get to have filthy family leftovers." she
ordered, letting go of Whitney's hair and watching as she slowly
raised herself and took Becca from Whitney's arms.

Becca was still crying from her manly misuse while Whitney
positioned her underneath the squatting crotch of her mother. As
expected, the darkness of being back under the dress combined
with the scent of cunt slowly calmed her down. "Suck on it little
bitch, mommy needs to get off too now." she coaxed her daughter
gently, her tone veiling the profanity of the words. Whitney
removed a pair of lacy red lingerie from her mouth, attempting to
lighten the mood by adding, "You know, I can actually tell when
mom's been busy with dad... even if she isn't wearing something
obvious like *this*" she said, waving the sexy undergarment
around.

"I can taste a little bit of her dried out pussy juice... she
must ooze really thick when she's horny because it's not even
hard to taste it..." she continued, Hailey grinning back at her
sister. "...not like you." Whitney finished. "What?" Hailey
asked, surprised at the accusation. "Just a tiny bit, a tiny bit
of pussy juice, but I can taste where you got horny... you made
out with him sometime last week didn't you? While wearing...
*these*." she said, picking out a pair of undies from Hailey's
hamper.

Hailey actually blushed, embarrassed despite everything she'd
done that day. "Awww, I got my big sis' all red..." Whitney said,
taking revenge by taunting Hailey. "It's just... hah, I was so
*good* back then. It's - it's just embarrassing for you to know I
still got a little bit wet when I was supposed to be good!" she
giggled again, amused by how ridiculous it sounded out loud. "Aw,
well you poor slutty thing... I think you need a hug..." Whitney
feigned concern, bending towards her sister and holding the pair
of underwear in her teeth while embracing her arms around her.

As their lips pressed together holding the cloth in place,
Whitney relaxed her teeth and the two twins began to kiss each
other sensuously through the dirty garment. "It's too bad there
aren't more... I think I'd like to taste myself back when I was
innocent..." Hailey whispered after the kiss ended and she'd
gently cupped the panties in one hand. "Keep it as a trophy... of
me..." And even though it was meant to degrade Whitney, Hailey
found herself blushing at the same time when Whitney took the
underwear and pushed it into her right pant-pocket, hanging out
halfway like an eager schoolboy after a date.

"...let's seduce mom and dad."

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Hailey stared at her sister blankly for a few seconds, lust
pooling in her eyes almost visibly. "How?" she asked. "Your baby
wasn't in the harness... I picked it up again when I was getting
Becca ready, and it was just like the first time I held it today;
there's something about it. It - I can't think about *anything*
except fucking, it's like a kick of adrenaline." "So... you're
saying Miss Cone did, put something on it?" "I was thinking about
it earlier today. It doesn't make sense any other way." "I've
been wearing it against my skin all day..." "No wonder you've
become even more sick than me......" Whitney said, a smile
curving like a scythe across her face.

After a few minutes of quiet deliberation and touching of the
baby harness for proof, Hailey bit her lower lip, whispering "I
call dibs on dad." "That's fine, I get to rape mom..." "Succubi
to our own parents... god it's sick." Hailey commented, reaching
out her hands and beginning to undress her sister. "No! We do
this in there... we make them watch it." Whitney interrupted
Hailey, revealing more of her plan. "I love you, sis..." was all
Hailey responded with, cupping a hand under Whitney's cunt and
leading her towards their parents' car.

Driving out that late at night was past curfew, and going into an
adult store below 18 wasn't legal either. Neither stopped the two
girls as they arrived at the toy-store and found the boy at the
register to be very... agreeable to their giggly cum-slut flirts.
They begged that it was okay because they weren't buying anything
that was an actual sex-toy - they were only buying  EIGHT pairs
of handcuffs. The cashier was obviously not fooled by this 
obvious and incredible sexual purchase, but fifteen minutes and a
practical lap-dance later he grudgingly allowed the nefarious
buy, asking if they ever attended any of the BDSM shows in town.

"Oh, you know... we're just starting tonight actually." Whitney
said, telling the truth with a twinkle in her eye. "God, those
are a couple of lucky bastards!" the cashier said with a jealous
laugh, watching their asses swaying as they walked out of the
store giggling and bubbling with eagerness. After a quick drive
back home using all the proper turn signals and following the
speed-limits for caution against cops, their shopping mission was
complete. "We better do this right. We only get one chance, or
they'll be able to escape."

The door was unlocked to their parents' bedroom. It usually was,
but every now and then they locked it when they were feeling too
frisky. This was, ironically, *going* to be one of those nights
whether they wanted it or not. And they most assuredly did *not*.
The excited teens tip-toed into the room and walked carefully,
although the ambient noise of the television drowned out any
sounds they were making regardless. The cat was sleeping at the
foot of the bed between their legs.

Whitney scooped up the sleepy feline and moved it to the floor,
letting it slowly shuffle out of the room with annoyance at the
intrusion. 'It's not the only one about to be intruded on...' she
thought with wet anticipation. As Hailey walked to stand beside
her father, Whitney was soon in place beside her mother. They
were both still sleeping soundly, and the girls each had four
handcuffs in their hands, squeezing them tightly so as to avoid
any metallic clinking sounds. With a slight nod between them,
they rushed to commit the unthinkable.

Gently holding her mom's wrist, Whitney latched a handcuff around
it. The other end was left unattached to anything. Quickly
Whitney reached for her other wrist, doing the same, then racing
to the foot of the bed and locking cuffs around her mom's ankles.
The handcuffs just barely fit - ankles were slightly larger than
wrists. Both of the girls were breathing erratically by this
point - they would be hard-pressed to explain their actions if
either of the two adults woke up and found themselves covered in
handcuffs.

This, however, didn't happen, despite them tossing and flinching
a couple of times. Whitney took each unattached end and began to
latch it to the metal frame of either the headboard or footboard.
Doing this necessitated the movement of arms and legs, causing
the groggy parents to begin shuffling and waking up confusedly.

But it was too late for them. By the time Chelsea and Jason had
fully awakened and were aware of their strange positioning,
Hailey was clamping the final ankle-cuff around the footboard.
"What.... what? What the hell?" Jason's voice progressed in
slowly-increasing levels of perplexity and astonishment as he
realized his limbs were actually bound against the ends of the
bed. Each of them began to struggle more earnestly, their brains
putting together more and more wild ideas for what had happened
to them.

Their two twin daughters climbed up the foot of the bed and stood
towering over them, immediately turning towards each other with
flushed faces and quivering limbs. They were nervous, they were
shot full of adrenaline... and they were beginning possibly the
worst crime a child could commit upon its parents... and doing it
eagerly.

Hailey bent down and pulled the comforter and then the sheet off
the bed with a whip-like motion, revealing the fully bound bodies
of her parents. She was already staring at them like a wolf looks
at a piece of tender meat... as something to consume with
impulsive hunger. She wondered why she hadn't always lusted after
her parents, why she hadn't always wanted to handle them with a
wet cunt. Like tossing a match into a pool of gasoline, Whitney
tossed the baby harness between them and then wrapped a couple of
straps around their forearms, starting the inevitable and
morally-incinerating chemical reaction...

Whitney began by unclasping various parts of Hailey's dress,
sliding them out and off as Hailey returned the favor in
unbuttoning Whitney's jeans, then unzipping her fly. For a full
minute both parents just watched in stunned bewilderment, their
bodies still reeling from the donkey-kick feeling that coming in
direct contact with undiluted JC-10 first causes. They kept
seeing more and more clothing being discarded; Whitney's shirt
was off now, and her bra was being unclasped - the only thing
left on her body was the little golden cross that everyone in the
family wore.

Hailey's dress came with a white garter-belt, and she left it on
despite the rest of her body being naked. The effect made her
look like a cheap slut. "Am I your little angel, daddy?" she
asked using a deliberately over-the-top little girl voice.
Jason's eyes were beginning to widen, although Hailey had no way
of knowing whether it was from the mysterious chemical in the
harness or from her horrific actions. Hopefully it was both.
Hailey walked backwards a step, taking her off the bed and
standing at the end. She bent down with her elbows touching the
mattress, her dad watching her with growing alarm as her lips
moved towards his dick... she fingered open the crotch to his
pajama bottom, leaving nothing to her imagination and causing him
to instantaneously yell "OH GOD! NO! NO!!!!!"

Hailey swatted her father's warning aside like an annoying fly
and licked up and down the shaft of his cock in one smooth
incestuous motion. His penis was still soft, but her warm nimble
fingers and her hot mouth breathed steamy lust onto it with each
exhalation. Even a trained monk wouldn't last long given the
insatiable onslaught of her sluttish incantation combined with
devilish aphrodisiac. Jason struggled as hard as he could now,
straining the handcuffs and causing the entire headboard and
floorboard to creak threateningly.

Hailey became concerned that her dad would quickly free himself
in his wild struggles and worked even harder at her job, milking
and sucking at his penis like it was the last one on Earth. At
this point she would have made even a die-hard porn star proud,
especially one that didn't mind the incestuous female rape she
was going through with; Jason was soon panting, far more from the
effort to suppress his sexuality than the short time he'd spent
straining the metal in his cuff chains.

Meanwhile Chelsea continued to scream louder and louder at
Hailey; at first it was in the form of questioning, and then
begging, and now it was angry and full of profanity. Chelsea
couldn't and wouldn't believe the insane actions of her daughter
were voluntary, but there she was - and her husband was beginning
to visibly harden into his daughter's mouth! Chelsea screamed
with redoubled effort at seeing this, "What the FUCK are you
doing, you sick bastard!!! You fuck! You stupid FUCK! I'll never
see you the same way, BOTH of you! God oh my god oh my god Hailey
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!??!!? WHAT THE F-" she bellowed,
interrupted and caught completely off-guard when she felt
something plunge into her lower body. "I hope you don't mind that
I used it earlier today, I put new batteries in it for you
though."

Chelsea felt the vibrator embed itself deep inside her vagina,
already vibrating wildly, and then felt her panties snap back
against her body, a simple covering to keep the device lodged
inside. "Oh..... *god*....no..." Chelsea gasped and trailed off,
a surge of pleasure washing through her body despite her every
attempt to block it. Her body was already cumming against her
will, responding at last to the JC-10 in her blood. She closed
her eyes and pretended the entire event was a bad dream, a
terrible nightmare, even while her vagina betrayed her in every
way imaginable; she re-opened her closed eyes and saw her
daughter on her knees at the head of the bed, her legs open and
straddling her face and pushing her bare vagina to within half an
inch of her face!

"Suck." was all that her daughter said. Copy-catting what Hailey
had done to her earlier, Whitney used one hand against the
headboard to steady herself while the other one took a fist of
Chelsea's hair by the back of the head and pulled forward cruelly
- *forcing* her mother's face to bury itself between her legs.
Smearing her unwilling, gagging mom's head around in grinding
motions against her crotch, she repeated her demands: "I said
SUCK. That's how this family works now... we have a sexual
hierarchy. And you're at the bottom. The very fucking bottom. Now
suck." Whitney explained to her mom, smashing vagina against face
and feeling Chelsea struggling for control under what she felt
was an impossible assault.

Chelsea felt like her head was locked in a grotesque wrestling
match, her neck craning back and forth and up and down repeatedly
as her mouth ground over and over into her own child's vagina.
"WHITNEY! You - *disgust* me!!! You're actually WET!!! My God,
you filthy pig!" Chelsea screamed during a pause in her
rape-treatment. "That's right mom. I'm wet. And you're going to
suck on me or else I'm going to choke you with my cunt. Isn't
that right sis?" Chelsea's mind went blank under the sudden
threat, unable to comprehend such inhuman actions by her own
progeny; Hailey resumed grinding her mom's face after a moment,
reaffirming herself, "Now suck, unless you want that to happen."

By this time Jason was rock-solid with his prick buried in his
daughter's mouth. He *hated* himself for it but he could only
think about how skilled she was; she was driving her mouth back
and forth like a master, using her lips to suck and slide along
him as if he was the center of her life, her only care in the
world. He held off as long as he could, but he felt the first
jerk of his penis as a surge of pleasure waved outwards from his
genitals. It was his first twinge towards orgasm... he was
inching, however unwillingly, towards ejaculation. Into his
teenage daughter. "Ffffuckkkk...." he moaned out, opening his
eyes and staring at the masterpiece between his legs.

The fighting was going to have to come to an end soon - he was
going to have to cave in to the onslaught of incest and JC-10
battering his body. He had no choice - his senses were being
acutely sharpened towards every physical desire, even on the
alluring scent of female flesh surrounding him on all sides. It
was overpowering him - the handcuffs were just a parlor trick
compared to this. It was as if every thought couldn't help but be
about sex, every notion was becoming tainted with a craving...

"Have you ever looked at me and wondered how my vagina tastes?"
Whitney began her interrogation against her mother, again copying
her sister's dominating technique that she'd used on Dan only a
short while earlier. "Look at me. You gave birth to me. You
brought me into the world. Now treat me right and slather me with
your tongue. Eat me. Don't you want to be a good mom and make me
cum?" she asked her mother, considering the situation and her
mom's urgent struggles before continuing: "You've never eaten
cunt before, have you? It's so *romantic* to start with your
daughter!" she clapped her hands, bending over with her thighs
firmly squeezing her mom's face like a vice before reaching for
the TV remote.

Whitney pointed the control at the TV, changing the channel
towards the satellite-TV's musical  channels. Soon enough,
Whitney settled for a sultry song played by saxophone, something
that an overzealous boyfriend might play as a cheap romantic song
for his girlfriend their first time in bed. "Hear that mom? Isn't
that romantic? Isn't it romantic to eat your daughter out for the
first time? Roam around inside of me... taste every crevice of my
vagina - put your tongue into it. I want you to explore me better
than you've ever explored yourself."

Hailey began grinding in circles against her mom again, only
opening her thighs when her suffocating mother *finally* relented
and jabbed a tongue out against her vagina. "That's right... you
have to cooperate or else you pass out and we start *allllll*
over again." she taunted her mom, gyrating her hips in sensuous
circles - rhythmic movements which would have gotten her money on
a stage somewhere else.

"Pretty soon you're going to come home from work and say hi, and
I'm not even going to answer. I'm just going to grab you by the
hair, drag you down onto your knees and force your head between
my legs and say 'suck.' And you're going to take off my pants,
take off my underwear, and then keep sucking as for as long as I
feel like getting off, until I tell you to stop. You'll follow me
around the house on your hands and knees like a dog on all fours
just to keep licking me." Whitney was getting very colorful in
her derogatory remarks, but moreover she was telling the *truth*
in all of them. She was planning on actually using her own mom
like that. Like a cunt-mop, as something to put between her legs
while she did homework or watched TV, or even while she was
making out... with her sister.

Chelsea was half-unconscious from the delirium of asphyxiation;
her precious daughter was actually suffocating her with her
vagina as she'd threatened, depriving her of air if she didn't
comply by doing the most inhuman thing she'd ever been asked to
do in her life. To not only perform a filthy lesbian act... but
perform it on her own DAUGHTER. The thought made her want to
recoil into a cave somewhere and die. And yet, as her thoughts
began to thin out in the haziness of oxygen-deprivation, the
heated sensation of the vibrating in her own vagina began to feel
like ripples in a pond, and then like waves in an ocean - sending
waves crashing against her feelings of disgust and eroding them
with a force garnished from the gaping chasms of her own sex
drive.

Even the most self-righteous of women have a sex drive, and when
it's exploited like this... hyper-activated and brought forth
without any restrictions - the result is delicious. Chelsea
finally lunged past the broken control of her moral walls and saw
the truth: her daughter was sexy. She'd always known it. She knew
that other boys liked her and she'd kept her eye on them - she'd
told her daughter she was cute as a button and she'd told her not
to walk alone if it was getting dark.

And the reason for all this was *because* she was sexy. She was
just afraid... to really open up and let that sexiness appeal to
her. Whitney's body was so nicely crafted, a beautiful hybrid
between her own body and the features of her husband; how could
she not find a body like that attractive? If the only thing she
had to do was submit to this dark desire and taste the juices of
a girl she found so attractive... that wasn't so bad... was it?

Whitney was still thinking about how much she wanted her mom to
have to taste how hot she and Hailey got each other. Whitney's
vagina squeezed out an orgasm under that thought and was met,
surprisingly, by the first roving licks of slick flesh. Her
mother's tongue... it was beginning to probe around her hole like
she'd demanded. "Oh yes... that's good... she's eating me out
Hailey!" she exclaimed, exulting in the feeling of her dear
mother finally breaking down to the abuse of JC-10 and forced
cunt-smothering.

Hailey was too busy frantically working her hands and mouth on
her dad's dick to hear the gasps and moans coming out of her
sister's mouth as Chelsea fell into the depths of lust; in the
throes of her own busy affair, Hailey felt Jason suddenly rise to
orgasm in her mouth like a thermometer being overheated and
popping at the top. With a sudden urgency his penis swelled
slightly for a couple seconds before spurting forth semen into
her waiting, hungry mouth. She sucked dutifully on his pulsing
member like a good girl and could imagine him stroking his hands
along her hair in a gentle line, calling her his little angel
like he still did occasionally. Perhaps he would, eventually...

"Thank you, daddy..." Hailey said, again using her best
little-girl voice. She climbed back up onto the bed and crawled
on her hands and knees towards him, holding her face in front of
his and waiting until his eyes met hers before opening her mouth
and revealing the sperm bottled within. She sloshed it around
with her tongue, giving him a show, letting it collect on her
tongue and then licking it across her lips before sucking it to
the back of her mouth and swallowing - making sure that Jason saw
his sperm being accepted and swallowed by his growing young
woman.

He shuddered thinking about what she had just done... what he had
just done. He turned, and saw his wife looking straight at him.
"You have no room to say anything..." he found his mouth
muttering in defense before his brain had time to catch up. But
it was true... her face was glistening like a donut from the
amount of orgasm-juice she'd licked out of her daughter.

Just when she thought it was over, Chelsea saw her oldest
daughter press herself down onto her husband in a full-body
embrace; Hailey nestled her budding breasts against Jason's chest
and dove her tongue into his unresisting mouth, and they made
love like they were a couple. The sight of this was too much for
Chelsea, who finally opened her mouth: "You're cheating on me!!
With... with Hailey! You're cheating on me with our DAUGHTER!
Does she feel good?! You're going to burn in hell for this so I
hope she feels really fucking good!!!" she yipped like an angry
bird.

If that wasn't repulsive enough for her, Hailey began to tease
his softening cock against her dripping-hot love-hole; to her
pleasure and Chelsea's horror, he began hardening again! "God
you're hot dad... did you know I had a little crush on you when I
was in 2nd grade? I knew it was wrong, and it didn't last long...
but now it's back... now it's back and you're mine." she seduced
the words into his ear, loud enough for Chelsea to hear. The
words were shocking, overshadowed only by the terrifying actions
taking place. Jason felt the tip of his dick making circles
around the opening of her heated hole like water circling a drain
- she was actually succeeding in seducing him... his own little
Hailey.

She watched with smug triumph as a look of lust built in her
father's eyes in stair-step increments, until she finally felt
him hump into her body... felt him thrust his cock towards her.
"Dad... tell me you *want* me." she whispered into his left ear,
watching his eyes the entire time. His pupils struck out as if
he'd been hit with a hot poker, the unfathomably dark request
sending him spiraling into a tailspin like a broken airplane.

There was nothing he could do to avoid this anymore... nothing he
could do to avoid the sinful *need*. "Fuck - Hailey - please."
his breath shuddered and Chelsea gasped in horror as she saw her
husband begging the touch of her own daughter! "Hailey... I want
you. I want. Your. Body." he said, grinding his dick into her and
feeling her suddenly reciprocate with a counter-thrust into him,
sending his cock sliding fully inside her vagina. "Thank you
daddy..." Hailey moaned into his ear.

Chelsea watched with a glazed glamour, like a hypnotized subject
in a psychotherapist's lab... her gaze was filled with undeniable
lust despite her craving to resist... she couldn't even
physically resist anymore. She looked at the crazed teenage lust
in her daughter's eyes staring back at her father deeply, and
watched her husband finally get what he deserved of Hailey. What
any father deserved of their daughters - a passionate fucking.

An orgasm went up her body like the chill from seeing a ghost as
she ran her eyes across their mating organs - her eyes focused in
the dim light watching his penis entering Hailey's slender body
again and again and again, fucking her with a starving,
*pounding* desire that he hadn't had since their honeymoon.
Whitney had been watching as well, and now she needed to cum
again; Chelsea felt a hand jerk her head around and face it
forward to look at Whitney's vagina again. "Suck." she said,
again using the demeaning one-word command.

And this time Chelsea began to obediently lick, twirling her
tongue around her clit and smearing her tongue across her hole
while Whitney arched backwards and used one arm to support
herself, the other arm plunging two fingers back and forth inside
her mom. There was no stopping it, or her, or them... Chelsea
gasped and admitted defeat, licking hungrily for several minutes
while listening to the sound of her husband fucking her daughter.
She ground her face into Whitney with abandon, feeling two
slender fingers rubbing into her G-spot and turning circles
around her slick clitoris with expert rhythm... until a new
orgasm rocked her body. It was the strongest orgasm of her life -
and both her daughters' sinful deeds were the reason for it.

"Um, what are you all doing?!" Bridget asked, standing at the
open doorway to the bedroom. Hailey and Whitney had neglected to
close the door; the loud moaning and sultry saxophone music
easily awakened the sleeping 9-year-old. The question was halfway
rhetorical - children  were learning earlier and earlier what sex
was: between television and video games and students at school it
was inevitable. Both of the twin sisters stopped in their tracks,
staring at each other with sudden alarm. Bridget hadn't been part
of the plan, what were they going to tell her? The truth, of
course...

They were on a roll like unstoppable juggernauts - no meager
interruption was going to slow things down. 'Bridget just walked
into the wrong place a the *wrong* time', Hailey thought with a
wicked smirk as she slipped off of her dad, his dick leaving her
tight hole with a thin trail of juice that quickly snapped. "Well
little sis, it's time that you learned what sex is." she said
bluntly, not even attempting to smooth the subject over or wean
her into it. "Whoa! What!? What!?!?" she retorted as her naked
sister quickly snatched her and held her tightly in her arms,
carrying her towards the bed with her night gown flailing around
over her swinging limbs.

"Come on Whitney! I could use a hand, Jesus Christ she's quick!"
she yelled with annoyance, Whitney swinging off of her mom's face
and helping take a hold of the struggling little girl. "She's
feisty, isn't she?" Whitney said, talking about their little
sister as if she was a stranger. "No time to explain properly,
Bridget. You're just going to have to learn the hard way... or
the easy way. They're both the same depending on how you look at
it. Hahaha..." Hailey told her sister as the two of them carried
her struggling body onto the foot of the bed and began dragging
her forward across her father's body.

Bridget was facing forward; Whitney went up on the bed, crawling
in-between her parents and getting a better grip on Bridget's
right thigh and arm while Hailey took the grip of her left limbs,
causing her feeble body to be completely at the mercy of her
older sisters. She knew all about the basics of sex, and found
this entire situation, this forcing by her sisters to be
completely infuriating more than it was scary. Her sisters always
picked on her and called her dirty, and now they were just
bullying her around! Making her dirty! She was angry and was
still struggling when she felt something pinching her underwear
and pulling them aside. She looked down and saw her dad, with his
head under her nightgown and her undies in his teeth!

This next step should have been a step too far, a level too
far-gone... but Jason had long since passed the point of no
return when he started having sex with Hailey - this opportunity
only quickened his bloodstream. His youngest daughter, only nine
years old... he finished moving her panties aside with his teeth
and hungrily moved his mouth onto her preteen vagina. She was
delicious, he decided immediately, his dick throbbing even harder
than before - something he didn't know was possible. Bridget was
mumbling incoherently - she hadn't realized that her parents were
going to be *ok* with this kind of gross treatment!

She was angry and she was starting to become scared now, but a
deluge of feelings between her thin legs was starting to
completely confuse her. "My god Jason... you're tasting her as if
she's the last meal on Earth..." Chelsea remarked to him, not
even concerned that Bridget was forced into a kneeling position,
her struggling limbs held taught and pressed downwards into the
sucking, licking face below.

"How does it feel, Bridget? Do you like it?" Hailey asked her
sister, seeing her head turn around and glare at her with a
crinkled up angry nose. "This is gross. This is just gross. If I
tell someone about this I bet you're going to get in a *lot* of
troub-" She got a slap across the face by her sister, "You're not
going to be telling anyone. You're going to stay right here and
learn to be a proper little girl all the way until you've learned
your lessons *completely*." Hailey finished interjecting,
motioning her chin at Whitney in a downward gesture.

Following her sister's lead, Whitney helped Hailey pull Bridget's
arms forward and then down so that her wrists were next to her
dads. Letting go of one leg resulted in immediate kicking, but it
was necessary for Hailey to use the other arm to reach onto the
nightstand and pick up the key to the handcuffs, unlocking the
end bound to her dad's wrist and then moving it up to Bridget's.
The metal clicked several times until it finally encircled the
small wrist snugly - and then the same procedure was done to her
other wrist.

"That's right Bridget. We're going to keep you here, and dad is
going to get to rape you... *repeatedly*. Over and over and OVER
again, until you learn to be a cum-slut... Little. Preteen.
Slut..." Hailey told her sister whose bounds wrists were holding
her face forward against the pillow helplessly next to her dad, a
gasp coming from Chelsea at what they had planned being revealed.
"You CAN'T! This is TOO MUCH!! PLEASE don't do this to Bridget!
For GODS SAKE SHE'S NINE! She's just a CHILD! Jason! Jason
they're letting you go, stop them!" she pleaded, but watched in
disbelief as Jason rubbed his unbound wrists and made no effort
to stop the girls.

He watched in quiet contemplation as they unlatched his left
ankle, replacing its victim with Bridget's ankle. By the time
they unlocked his other ankle Jason had once again sealed the
door on his inhibitions - he looked up at Hailey and told her
exactly what he knew she needed to hear: "You're such a good
little angel..." he coaxed her, holding her hand on the last
handcuff gently, and together they closed the latches around the
girl's slender wrist.

9-year-old Bridget was now completely bound on the bed with her
horny father sitting right next to her, staring at her with a
look that could almost devour! "God you're hot." he told Bridget
simply, and then wasted no more time. With his shins resting on
the back of her ankles he turned around and took the key from
Hailey, "These handcuffs won't do..." he muttered, half-panting
from the excitement of his first felony-offense about to begin.

With her legs immobilized by his weight on her, he unlatched both
of the handcuffs that chained her legs to the footboard; he moved
off of her ankles for a moment - gripping her thighs in both his
hands and using forceful jerks driven by animalistic lust, he
lifted the child's rear-end upwards until she was laying forward
doggy-style.

Before Bridget could kick her legs out again he once again
pressed the knees of his spread legs into the mattress on either
side of her with his shins pressing hard enough into the back of
her legs to pin them down. The position was dangerously
inviting... even if he'd had concerns and second-thoughts they
would have evaporated seeing a sexy little girl poised on her
hands and knees, doggystyle with her ass in the air, legs open
and wearing only a thin night-gown.

His arousal heightened to another level as he pulled up the
bottom of her pink night-gown in fistfuls, eventually bundling it
over her ass and onto her lower back, leaving her legs exposed.
Next he ripped her  little panties open across the back with a
visceral tearing jerk, allowing him to simply toss them away from
her quivering body. The little bitch was bent over on the bed
with her cunt helplessly open and inviting to her father now as
he circled his dick around the opening to her hole just like
Hailey had done to him earlier.
"Is this a nightmare!?" she said nervously, the full gravity of
the situation finally donning on her - a nine-year-old can't
quickly grasp a rape-scenario in any case, let alone by her own
father with family watching. "No, princess... it's a dream come
true." Jason quipped off, barely finishing the sentence before he
*plunged* his dick forward, Bridget's unimaginably delicious
preteen cunt squeezing him like a fleshy sheathe every millimeter
of the way.

"It's just a matter of time until you come around again, mom."
Whitney told Chelsea, noticing that her eyes looked like a deer
in headlights. Whitney lowered her head down and began to eat her
mom's cunt the same way she'd eaten hers - as cruel and mocking a
time to reciprocate as could ever have been chosen. The vicious,
viscous wet slapping sound of Jason raping his preteen daughter
quickly occupied the air, overpowering the mockingly-romantic
music that was still playing in the room.

Bridget began screaming after a few seconds once the initial
shock of a large penis opening her tight inner-folds passed, but
she found her mouth quickly stuffed with the ripped-apart panties
that she had been wearing. Her head was then held down into the
sheets by a hand on the back of her head, gagging her. "Tastes
good, doesn't it? Filthy bitch, that's what I sucked clean
*dozens* of times today. Now you get to do your own laundry for
once." Whitney scolded her, smirking as she felt Bridget struggle
to spit out the cloth filled with her own genital taste. "What's
that? Not a lezzy... yet?" she asked, turning her head and
looking at Chelsea.  "Please help her with that tomorrow." she
said, in a gentle voice that betrayed how twisted the request
was.

Unthinkingly her mother nodded before she had a chance to process
the request. Her vagina was too busy sending her pleasure-signals
from Whitney's licking to think quickly of anything else - she
blushed immediately after, and her chin began to tremble as tears
pooled up in her eyes. "Jason... she's only nine!" she pleaded
again, but her pussy humped upwards off the bed slightly and
sexually when she heard the thick slapping of sex to be her only
answer; as she continued to watch the little 3rd grader taking it
in the cunt Chelsea thought about how she had felt Jason fuck her
countless times during their marriage - so it seemed like an
out-of-body experience to watch him having sex with someone else
right in front of her.

She knew almost instinctively the telltale signs of him
approaching his second ejaculation for the night - the little
tensing jerks in his fingers as he gripped Bridget's ass-cheeks
with both hands and squeezed, then let them unravel and run down
the length of her inner thighs. "You're so fucking hot... so
fucking TIGHT..." he told the bound child that Whitney was still
gagging into silence.

Jason's thrusting grew steady and heavy, the ultimate signature
before his load - and then it finally came. Nobody could see it,
but Bridget's mouth flung wide open against the pillow in stunned
delirium as her petite female body responded automatically,
biologically, to the semen suddenly filling her vagina. And with
the JC-10 that had a small amount of time to affect her, the
result was unavoidable; she had her first orgasm.

Jason felt the tiny cunt squeeze around him in rapid-fire
convulsions and knew what it meant. He'd been fucking for many
years and he too knew telltale signs when he ran into them - and
feeling a nine-year-old cunt orgasming around your dick for the
first time of her life was as subtle as a fucking freight train.
He nearly cummed again feeling his 3rd grade daughter milk his
penis with *hungry* biological imperative. Even as a child, she
was full of sexual genes just waiting to be coaxed alive - a
little fucking machine waiting to happen.

As if on cue with that thought, Jason turned his head and saw
that Hailey had apparently left the room just after he had
cummed, only to return now with her daughter Becca. He stared at
her in puzzlement, not understanding why Becca was here or what
was supposed to transpire next. Hailey walked around the bed and
beside them, and used one hand to gently pull Jason back,
encouraging him to leave the child's vagina and sit back at the
foot of the bed. When Jason pulled out of her a soft yet audible
pop accompanied the exit of his wet member from her body - and
she made no movements to immediately kick or struggle.

"That's a good girl... lay there and think about what you've
done. Think about what you were born to be used for." Hailey
mockingly coaxed Bridget, patting her gently on the left
ass-cheek. Hailey smiled to herself and then began to pile
pillows underneath of Bridget, even using the comforter that
she'd thrown off the bed to help form a soft crib underneath her
vagina. And to both Jason and Chelsea's absolute disbelief they
watched Hailey lay Becca directly underneath Bridget's crotch,
propping her head forward with her hand, angling her mouth right
*into* the freshly raped elementary-school student. "This is what
we learned at school today dad... how to feed a baby right."
Hailey explained using her seductive voice again.

The baby was plugged into Bridget's labia, an interest in food
quickly emerging: earlier she had choked up plenty of vaginal
secretion only to have it replaced by a single, albeit large,
serving of semen. Of course she was hungry again... and after
only a few moments she began to slowly drink the mixture of semen
and preteen orgasm right out of the tight hole, not caring how
unwilling the sex had been for the female partner involved.
"That's good. I thought she might not be able to eat for a while
because of sore jaws - Dan throatfucked her before he left, you
see. It was really quite brutal... he didn't even let her breathe
until he was done shooting cum down her throat." Hailey explained
using a casual voice, as if such an admission was nothing more
than mentioning she'd gotten her nails done.

Whitney had paused in the intermission but quickly dove her head
between Chelsea's legs, forcing her into another rollercoaster of
pleasure despite hearing such disturbing news... both she and
Jason watched for a minute in silent paralysis, unable to
comprehend how the nights events were even occurring. Jason
absentmindedly stroked his fingers through Hailey's hair as she
continued to cuddle Becca's head gently, nursing the baby into
Bridget's raped fuck-hole.

This continued for nearly fifteen straight minutes, nobody saying
another word until Whitney raised her head up from Chelsea's
crotch and announced "Mom has been cumming while watching Becca
nursing... three times now." Chelsea's eyes were wide as saucers
again from being revealed, but she continued staring right at the
innocent baby sucking on her innocent daughter. Her body shook in
her fourth orgasm, even while knowing her family was watching her
- she'd given into the lust completely...

"What about Bridget?" Chelsea raspily asked her husband, noticing
that Bridget had turned her head to the side and spit the panties
out of her mouth finally. Bridget's face was a splotchy red,
flushed into shock and embarassment by the first orgasm and then
deepened even further by the ravishing feeling her niece was
causing her. She still didn't struggle, but instead layed there
with unfocused eyes, letting all the forbidden rapture penetrate
her body - it was like her own pleasure was another rapist,
invading her against her will and making her girl part do things
it had *never* done before.

"It's like the girls said, dear... I'll keep her here on my side
of the bed for atleast a couple nights, just for easy access.
I'll call her in sick at school. And then I think I'll call
myself in sick at work also - she'll need to be raped every few
hours in order to start feeling better, I think..." He answered.
There was only silence for a couple minutes, broken finally by a
sticky gurgle as Becca siphoned out a large wad of sperm that had
been buried deep within the child's sex tunnel.

Jason looked up to see what Chelsea's reaction was to his
criminal declaration, but saw her buried between Whitney's legs
again, making obvious licking motions and... fingering herself -
she'd been quietly unlocked by Whitney and was making no attempt
to escape the cunnilingus. Whitney looked over at Hailey
approvingly and grinned. "I think our homework is done."
