Category: Bad Boy

by Writing Shark

Alice makes good fuck toys out of her sisters

An exciting day is behind the girls. Japan is an exciting country and during the drive to the cabin in the mountains in Kanagawa Prefecture, they have become all fuzzy in the head from the culture shock and excitement.

Each of the three young girls has taken the overwhelming impressions differently. Alice is in a cuddly mood, Gemma is giggling like she’s possessed, and Elise… Elise is holding back.

Arriving at the cottage, James has been reserved and distant and while Alice has received a long hug, Gemma and Elise have gone blank.

Now it is evening and the three girls have already been sent to bed early. With kind but definite words James explained to the girls that this is a business trip after all. He and the money he earns for the family are important now.

The girls understood and, of course, obeyed.

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Now they stay in their room so that their excited giggles do not disturb the man, and pass the time until they get tired.

All three reacted differently to the new environment and the man. But Elise also recognizes a commonality among the girls.

All three act like lovestruck schoolgirls and it takes no effort to read the lustful thoughts they have in common. The absence of a male presence troubles them and Elise is the last to experience redemption from Mister Winters. Alice is already showing signs of nervous behavior and Gemma, who Elise is now sure also had her father’s cock inside her, is quite calm and composed.

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“Say…” Elise doesn’t know how to say it. She desperately wants to get it off her chest, to be part of the group, to tell Alice and Gemma that her father has taken her in, made her his own. But how? Elise is angry that she is holding back. It’s only sex, even if it’s forbidden. But Elise wants to do forbidden things. All her life her mother has held her back, the woman who has no influence over her. Mister Winters has the influence. On both of them. But Elise doesn’t dare, is too angry and too shy, and just looks at Alice sheepishly.

“What?” asks Gemma from her place on the bed. She’s lying on her stomach, legs in the air, a book in front of her. Alice sits at a table with her legs bobbing, pretending to research something on the expensive Apple laptop her father’s money bought, while Elise sits nervously on the rug in front of the bed.

“Oh nothing…” Elise bites her lips. How can she ask what burns on her heart like white phosphorus, toxic and never going out.

What is it like to sleep with James? How can I make it?

“Let’s go to sleep” she suggests. She already sits down next to Gemma when Alice flips the laptop shut. Then she laughs. Elise blinks. “What… what is it?”

“You’re really cute” her best friend laughs and Elise feels a tingle on her skin. “I know daddy finger fucked you on the plane.” Gemma giggles too while the other one’s face turns red. “Do you really think his daughters would go to sleep without making sure he was satisfied dummy?”

“No,” mumbles the new girl. “Of course not…” How silly she is.

“You’re nothing special,” Gemma says next to her without any negative feelings in her voice. “You just need to learn that daddy takes what he wants.” There’s no point in denying it. His daughters are too smart, and the part of Elise that thought she was smarter than his daughters now has to realize she’s at the bottom of the hierarchy.

“Did he take you too?” she asks Gemma, smiling, a sign of submission. “Like Alice?” But Gemma shakes her head.

“I haven’t earned it yet. Just like you. We’re still thinking about ourselves and others too much.” Alice gets up and sits on the bed next to Elise, enclosing her between the sisters, taking her in the middle. Elise feels fear and anticipation.

“Only when you submit to daddy with everything you have will he fuck you.”

“Yes.” It’s easy for her to admit it. “He said I wouldn’t have another orgasm for a long time.”

“Until you’re all his.” Gemma hugs the confused and excited girl. “Don’t worry. It’s going to take time. We’re stupid and he has to make us right first.”

“You’re going to love this,” Alice says, stroking her friend’s arm. “Daddy will make you right and then you’ll be happy.” And Elise gives up trying to assert herself, to be strong. James is not in the room and yet his aura commands the girls. And Elise understands that she must first learn submission.

“I wish” she admits to herself and surrenders to Alice. She doesn’t know it, but feels that the eldest daughter is the one closest to James. Offering herself to her is only logical. “Can you show me how to make him happy?”

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Elise and Gemma are sitting on the bed, Alice is standing in front of them. The three are only lightly dressed, Alice in her frayed shirt that she takes everywhere, Elise in simple blue pajamas and Gemma in a pink onesie. Elise is nervous, Gemma has already had these lessons and the other girl realizes she is inferior even to the little nestling.

“Actually it’s quite easy to please daddy” Alice begins and grins. “If you want daddy to like you, you have to be perfect for him.” Elise raises her hand, more nervous than she ever was at school.

“But he wants other things from us.” Gemma nods as well.

“Well, sure. Wouldn’t surprise me if he spanks Gemma if she ever says a bad word. With me, he fucks me even harder and deeper because of it. And with you, he even wants it, he told me.”

“He likes me to try to play with him.” Elise knows it’s her being played with.

“But we all have one thing in common, too. We do what he wants us to do. It’s as simple as that. We’re perfect for daddy, that’s what we want.”

“I don’t understand that,” Gemma says.

“That’s fine sister. Daddy wants you silly and naive, just like he wants me loving and adventurous.” That makes Gemma happy but Elise asks how the girls can do it. “Listen to your heart and turn off your head. Really wanting to compete with daddy is ridiculous Elise, you know that.” The girl nods in concern and shame. “We have to want what daddy wants, you know? We think what he lets us think.” She points to Elise. “He wants you to think you can wrap him around your little finger. That turns him on and that’s why we’re here. We’re here to make sure he gets what he wants. If he wants you to think rebellious, think rebellious. You’re only stupid if you think you can get anywhere with it.”

“And what about me? I’m too stupid…” Gemma pouts.

“True. But we’re also supposed to feel what daddy wants us to feel. Owning our thoughts is easy.” Alice grins happily, right where she wants to be. “We’re all too stupid to resist him, too weak. We are women. Gemma, sister, the best thing you can do for him is feel what he wants you to feel.”

“I feel happy to be punished by him” Gemma admits meekly but proudly. “He’s not mad at me anymore and I can be there for him when he wants me.” She looks up happily. “Maybe I can offer myself to him when he’s mad at you, too. I’m sure he doesn’t like hurting you Alice. But he does with me.” She smiles broadly.

Elise can’t believe how the girls are talking to each other, about the man who had his fingers in her virgin pussy a few hours ago. She’s too overwhelmed to even thing about the consequences of loosing her virginity to a man like James. And he is not in the room but still she feels his influence on her, the girls and women in his life. He is so powerful that a girl who barely knows him, fresh in his life, is already willing and happy, excited, thinking about how best to offer him her body, mind and soul. Never was Elise Schoomer so horny as at this moment.

“Elise!” The girl feels the amazingly strong hand of Alice on her shoulder. “You mustn’t touch yourself if he didn’t allow it!”

“So-Sorry…” she mumbles.

“Your actions belong to him too, you know? That’s all that makes you you. Thoughts, feelings, and actions. Daddy wants you to act the way he wants you to act. Even mom wasn’t allowed to touch herself when she was standing over us.”

“I understand.” Then Elise winces. “Wait. Your mom isn’t above you?” But Alice just grins, and even Gema smiles.

“I’ll show you tomorrow.” The grin gets bigger. “Now I’ll explain how to please daddy tomorrow.” Elise swallows hard.

by Writing Shark

You finger fuck Elise above the clouds

“You have sex with your daughters. At… At least with Alice.” Her voice is toneless, barely penetrating over the buzzing in the cabin. A few feet away, your daughters are asleep, behind them the other women are awake. But Elise has eyes only for you. “You’re having sex with Alice, and I want that too!” Then life comes into her body. Elise wheels around and crawls toward you. Her slender arms wrap around your legs, not daring to rise, she rests her dainty chin on your leg. The bulge in your pants gets bigger and bigger but Elise Schoomer… Elise Winters… looks up at you like a drowning woman in the open sea. She’s seen the shark. She knows she’s at your mercy, trapped in her life just as she is in that luxurious cabin 40,000 feet above the stormy waves of the nighttime Pacific. She can’t escape you. And she doesn’t want to escape you. She seeks shelter with you, at your feet.

“I want it so much Mister Winters.” Her voice is brittle, no longer teasing but submissive and loyal. “Alice is so happy with you, and so is Gemma. You have such a perfect life and me and my mother…we’re dying Mister Winters, we are poor and dumb and not so good as your daughters and wife, we…we just can’t.” She presses close to your legs. “But with you, it’s so easy… Sir.”

Elise has arrived.

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Your fingers slide through the girl’s hair, messing it up, something girls don’t like. But Elise closes her eyes, enjoying your touch. Your hand wanders down, to the side of her face, caressing her skin. She tilts her head and smiles blissfully. Then she opens her eyes again as your fingers settle under her chin. Effortlessly you guide her up, toward you, until her upper body hangs over your cock and she has to put her hands on your thighs.

“You want to get fucked like I fuck Alice?” you ask, revealing your secret. Elise nods eagerly.

“Yes please. My mother would never let me do that. She’s sitting back there and… does she know? Does she know what you’re doing to me Mister Winters?” You shrug.

“Does it matter Elise?” She shakes her head as much as your fingers under her chin will allow.

“No. No Mister Winters, it doesn’t matter. This is what I want Mister Winters. I want you!”

“Say it,” you demand.

“I want you to fuck me Mister Winters! Fuck me and make me like Alice! Fuck mehurgh…”

Your fingers close around her throat and squeeze. Elise jerks back.

“Stay!” you hiss, and Elise obeys, more out of girlish instinct than the limited thought processes you allow her to have. Your hand denies her air, controlled just right as you perfected with Hellen.

Then your other hand roughly grabs her shirt between her firm breasts and tugs her body upward. With a soft whimper, suppressed by your fingers, you place her body on one of your strong thighs, her legs to its sides, her face turned towards you. Then you loosen your grip and Elise takes a deep breath, then coughs and grabs her where your fingers have stained her skin red. Your other hand pulls her body towards you until the tips of your noses almost touch and even though she needs the oxygen, Elise forgets to breathe as your eyes meet.

“You’re a horny little slut Elise and I’ve often thought about fucking that cute brain out of your skull. Even when Alice introduced me to you I knew your cunt would feel very different from my daughter’s.” Her eyes widen. “Shall we find out how your cunt feels?” Her nod is eager, anxious and excited.

“Yes please Mister Winters” she croaks, then catches her breath.

It’s knocked out of her in a moment as your hand lets go of her shirt and wander down some. You are not tender, Elise hasn’t earned that yet, but you don’t want to be either. While her face is turned towards you, you roughly penetrate under her leggings and the panties underneath. You know what you’re looking for and even if the girl takes longer, her body reacts faster than her brain while you strain the fabric of leggings and panties and dig welds in her strained sides.

“You are a born slut Elise” you praise her while her abdomen presses and twitches against your hand on your leg. In reality, the girl feels exactly like Alice. It’s just the fact that she doesn’t know you fathered her that makes the difference. You are just a brutally efficient man who takes what he wants, and thus gives Elise what she needs. Control and dominance. Just like any 20 year old girl. “Are you getting this, Elise?” you ask as your fingers start pumping.

“Yes…” she gasps and pushes her abdomen towards you, sliding around on your leg while her own legs barely touch the ground and buckle under her.

“What is that? What’s smacking so loud everyone can hear it?”

“My… My cunt…” You fingerfuck her faster, harder. It’s an exercise you’ve done thousands of times, most recently with your own daughter sleeping not far away in her bed, but to Elise you’re shattering a whole world.

“Wrong you little bitch,” you rumble, “My cunt.”

“Y-yes… Mister Winers…” Her young body trembles towards you, rocking on your leg. 20 years her mother has controlled her, and a few weeks near you, a few hours by your side, and you fuck Amy out of her mind, out of her life, replacing her mother with your presence, your rules, your world. “Your cunt… Yours alone…” Her eyes plead with you to keep going. Elise is lost in you, through you. You’ve taken everything from her. But she didn’t have much to start with either. Her dignity? What dignity has a girl who doesn’t know her sexuality or worth? Her intelligence? Elise is 20, there is not much that could be intelligent or experienced. Her freedom? You look into her eyes. Elise doesn’t want freedom. She has chosen you of her own free will.

“You belong to me now Elise” you say in the last seconds of her free life. “You are nothing. I am everything. I’m just bringing you to the best moment of your life with my fingers.”

“Yes!” Weren’t the engines there, everyone on the plane would have heard her scream. “Yes Mister Winters!”

“Now imagine what only my cock could do to your tight body.” But Elise can’t think. She exists only for you now, whimpering, moaning, trembling, sweating, quivering, breathing and praying just to please you. It is so simple.

Like Alice, you feel the powerful surges moving through her body, the shaking just before the climax, the release. Her eyes implore you, praying to you as to a god, a being who promises her redemption from the mistakes and fears in her life, replacing her failures with delicious joy.

But not yet.

Your hand presses firmly, very firmly, over her mouth. Elise doesn’t even notice it. But that changes as your hand withdraws from her and firmly pinches her sensitive clit. The girl cries out, her voice muffled by your hand. She screams and tears her eyes open… and presses herself tightly against you. She has no escape reflex while you deny her release and the explosive pressure dissipates inside her, leaving only pain and disappointment. And the animalistic fixation on you.

Your hand reaches into her hair and pulls her next to your face, your lips on her ear, her stiff nipples poking into your chest.

“Your sass is just a game Elise,” you murmur in her ear. “It’s fun to see you struggle. You don’t know it better and it amuses me. You’re helpless in any other way and that is kind of cute. But inside you’re a scared little, good, obedient girl, just like I want you to be. You will behave the way I like. You can rebel and I will fuck you for it. And when I want you like a devoted whore you are the best whore for me. You don’t want things, don’t want release. You only want what I want you to want. Got it?” Elise nods. “From now on, you’ll be just as submissive and well-behaved as Alice and Gemma. Then I will reward you.”

“Yes sir,” she breathes in your ear, breath hot and voice brittle. “I’m a sassy bitch for you and a devoted little girly girl. As you want!”

“And now I’m going to melt your brain and make you addicted to me. You will have no one else but me and this will be the last orgasm you will have for a long, long time. Only I will be enough for you from now on and your brain will imprint on me. Is that what you want?” The answer comes immediately.

“Yes sir.” It’s just a whisper. “Please.”

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You give Elise her orgasm. And of course, you’re right. She clings to you like a drowning woman in the ocean and you give her protection. She whimpers as she comes and you bite her shoulder while her juices wet your leg. And Elise gets addicted to you. You can see it in her eyes.

“I love you Sir…”

“Starting tomorrow, Alice will show you what I expect from my girls. And if you’re good and keep me entertained for the week, I’ll give you my cock and an orgasm.” Then you push her off your lap.

Elise tries to climb into her seat, but doesn’t have the strength. You help her and cover her with a blanket. Her eyes radiate pure gratitude.

“I love you Sir…”

Then you leave her alone and sit down at your daughter’s bedside. Even though the rebellious nature of Elise makes your dick twitch as the shy one too, it’s nice to see Alice and Gemma so peaceful together.

Now you have three daughters, even if the third one doesn’t know her luck yet.

by Writing Shark

Power plays in heaven with Elise

“Holy shit!” No one calls Alice to order this time, it’s the same words, more or less, that go through the minds of all the girls around you.

It’s not the latest version, not even the Extended Range (ER), but with a top speed of Mach 0.9, Mach 0.85 in cruise and – and this is especially important when flying over the Pacific – a range of 7000 nautical miles, the Gulftream G650 puts a smile on your face.

Your job as an engineer at Lockheed Martin puts you in contact with a lot of aircraft, but the dream of flying never diminishes for you and comes right after the dream of your perfect family. Now you can combine both dreams in a flight of several hours over a continent, an ocean and a country. You can’t afford your own private plane, but when you started at the company you quickly increased your value there. You had the advantage of a stable home with an understanding and supportive woman there, nothing could stop you in your job this way. As a troubleshooter, you often travel abroad for a few days to reassure doubting customers or resolve technical difficulties. The Japanese government, a returning customer for Lockheed, has often called you across the Pacific and you know the small hut in the mountains outside Kanagawa well. So far you have always traveled alone and you will miss Miko, the petite, polite and obedient teenage prostitute who has always kept you company on the dark nights in the hut, both spoils from Kawasaki Aerospace Company, not so much the Japanese Government, even if they too use this kind of negotiation and reward techniques. This time you have brought your own stable of willing women and Miko will understand that now that she is coming with you, you will give priority to your wife, who, of course, knows and supports your right to feel good when she isn’t around.

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The takeoff went smoothly, the slim landing gear retracted and just now you watched out of the big round trademarked windows as the Gulfstream broke through the thin cloud line and headed west. Soon you will get ‘feet wet’ and be over the sea. The right time to turn to your girls while the pilots turn on the autopilot and sit back. You know them and usually you would join them, which is against the rules but common practice in the company. There is no stewardess, you are not important enough for that and besides, you have enough distraction for the flight.

Since you took off in the evening, your family has spread out in the spacious cabin and is preparing for the night. Hellen sits in the back of the plane on a comfortable armchair reading a book, Japanese Cooking Recipes and Best Places to Relax in the Tokyo/Yokohama Metropolitan Area. Amy sits behind her in the jump seat, staring absentmindedly into the distance. You’ve seen that look often enough and surely she’s struggling with the lust inside her caused by the excitement of being near you while her chastity belt prevents her overheated brain from resting. Alice and Gemma have moved closer together after your family sex and now share the bed where you are supposed to sleep. They look like two little angels, high above the clouds, content and peaceful, arm in arm under the thin covers, smiling contentedly, dreams of you in their little heads.

In front of the bed with your first litter of daughters, there are two seats on the side of the plane that are hard to see from the back. And sitting on one of them, a leather jacket over her shoulders and a white skirt, gray leggings underneath, is Elise Schommer, your third, unsuspecting daughter.

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“Hello” she greets over the whistle of the turbofan engines and smiles at you. Of course you know she was rubbing her little cunny when you were leaning against the toilet wall, but judging by the look on her face, she’s already in need again. She takes too long to turn her innocent nervous look into a cheeky grin, but you give her the illusion that she’s in control. You like it. It’s not her fault she doesn’t have the tools to deal with you, and unlike with Hellen, you have no problem judging Amy for that, and so it’s your job to give Elise the opportunity to take the next and most important step, to fall in love with you.

“Hey.” You lower yourself into the seat across from her.

“Thank you for letting us come with you,” she says immediately. She’s a fast learner, inheriting your intelligence and the fuckable looks of Amy. “I’ve never flown in an airplane before.” She looks around in wonder and you realize she’s like a little baby seal, fresh off the beach into the deep dark water. And you are the shark beneath her. You’ve already eaten her mother and now it’s her turn. Controlling Elise is easier than you think and you enjoy the feeling of playing with your prey, making the girl think she is in control. Her control is just another means to have your fun.

“You don’t really deserve it,” you say sternly and she looks at you like you’re about to kick her out the door. You smile and even put a little uncertainty in the corners of your mouth. “But you’re just impossible to resist I guess.” Elise jumps at the bait and dives into the darkness, oblivious to the danger.

“True enough,” she says, sitting up straighter and thrusting her small breasts out at you. Under her thin white shirt, her black bra stands out clearly. “But it looks to me like my best friend also knows that for some guys…” she waits, considers and risks it “and men too… she’s just irresistible.” You nod.

“I’m very proud of my daughter that she knows her worth. And that she keeps it for the right man.” Elise and you are working on the same level, which pushes the girl further toward you.

“And what do I have to do to prove my worth to you?” She smiles cheekily, insinuatingly, but she’s not powerful enough that you can’t see behind her facade. She’s pining for an answer from you, a way, a solution. And you’re a nice man.

“Who says you have any value to me?” A man whose time you have to work for. Elise looks at you, not hiding her wounds. “Go on,” you tell her, indicating that you are flirting, and that you know it, and that you approve of it.

“I’m the same age as Alice,” Elise says softly. Then she looks at you. “And I can do the same things as Alice.”

And then she spreads her legs slightly, showing you the seam in her leggings, right in the middle of her crotch. Her voice betrays her desperation, fear, and resulting murderous determination to sleep with you. She plays the game almost as well as you, but only almost.

“Is that so?” you ask, leaning back, making room on your lap. Elise nods and lust floods her head.

“I know…” She’s careful in what she says, you like that. “I know you’re a good father to your daughters. And I know you’re too strong to be forbidden anything. Whether it’s by your wife or…the law.” Her eyes sparkle.

Of course you know she’s been watching you with Alice. A happy coincidence that now, as always, works in your favor.

“Careful young lady,” you say, but don’t move. “I lead a life that you and your mother cannot comprehend. So don’t even try to force your way into it or judge my wife and daughters.” Then your voice softens. Carrot and stick, you’ve mastered both. “But there’s always room for good girls with me.”

“Alice is certainly a good girl” smiles Elise. She’s easy to be with. She responds well to alternating between tough and caring father. “And Gemma definitely.”

And then Elise can’t take it anymore. You’ve given her a target, and she seizes the opportunity. A little wobbly, she swings herself up from the seat and comes toward you. It’s a primal instinct that guides her and you cultivated it, the need for a female to get a strong, dangerous male to protect her. And especially Elise with her poor upbringing knows only sexual favors as a payment for that.

Then you feel the soft flesh of her firm butt on your wide lap. Where Alice is sexy shy, Elise has no time and immediately goes full on it. And yet she gasps briefly as her butt flattens the big dent in your pants. Then she catches herself again.

“But something tells me that you also like to turn your daughter’s world… upside down.” Her back is turned to you and she turns her head, giving you one of her most beautiful smiles. “And that’s the kind of girl I can be for you Mister Winters.” Then she realizes she just sent you an invitation. “If you’re not too busy with your beautiful wife.” That makes her wince even more. As hard as she tries, a girl like Elise will only ever play the bitchy beast around you. Inside, though, they’re all lovely little fluffy creatures who are only in this world for your pleasure.

Your hands wrap around her slim hips and you feel her gasp softly as you push her down on top of you instead of away from you. Elise feels your erection in your pants pressing into the soft fabric of her leggings under her skirt. As if by itself, her butt moves half an inch to one side, then the other while she feels you against her. She may want to be the wild one, but you’ve done this hundreds of times, she never has. But you’ve taken the lead in her life anyway.

An audible whimper escapes her throat as you push her off you. Your stiff cock grazes the fabric of her leggings, sending an electric tickle through her body that paralyzes her legs and leaves her cowering on the floor. Startled, Elise spins around to face you, her legs bent beneath her, her hands on the Gulfstream’s expensive carpet, fingers splayed, eyes wide.

“You’re a smart girl Elise Schoomer,” you rumble menacingly. “Maybe too smart.” You watch her swallow hard, then her mouth stays slightly open. “You’re my daughter’s best friend. You know a lot about my family.” Elise nods dully. “What do you know about? Tell me. Tell me what’s going on in that little head of yours.” You smile with pleasure. Of course you already know what’s going on in her head. “Speak it out. Admit it to yourself.”

And Elise does.

by Writing Shark

Elise falls for you

It feels good to win, even though it wasn’t exactly the Normandy invasion, but more like the conquest of Tenochtitlan. But still, winning feels good. Alice jumps up and down like a bunny on extasy and her backpack flies over her back while Elise looks like she’s seen a ghost. You step up to her and put your hand on her head reassuringly.

“Don’t worry about little kids like Valerie” you say and smile. “I think you’ve earned a ride. Look at my daughter.” Elise does as you tell her. “You’re a good influence on her.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, looking up at you. In her gaze you recognize everything you want to cultivate in her. “Can I go to the bathroom first?” You nod graciously and Elis hurriedly goes on her way.

As soon as she disappears, Alice takes a running start and flies against your chest. She clings to you like a happy, hyperactive sloth, shrieking excitedly as her breasts press into your chest. You reach under her butt and hold her against you.

“My god daddy that was sooo cooool” she shouts happily. “The way you kicked her ass, and Mrs. Hoover too! Awesome! I have the best daddy in the world! When we get back the whole class will be talking about it.” Your daughter presses her face against your body and muffles her shrieks. Then her reddened face reappears. “I can’t wait when you finally make Elise a good girl, too.” Alice is a good daughter. “And I can’t wait to fuck your brains out for this show in Japan.” A really good daughter.

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Meanwhile, Elise slams open the door to the cubicle and rushes in. She is tugging at her school uniform even before the door has slammed shut behind her. She almost falls over as she unbuttons her skirt and pulls down her pink panties at the same time. Finally she leans back against the door, her panties hanging to her knees and her skirt around her black shoes and white socks.

“Fuck…” she moans and tugs at her blouse, desperate not to rip her buttons off but her nipples are screaming for attention just like her twitching pussy. “Fuck…” What would Mister Winters think if he saw her coming out of the bathroom with a broken shirt and unkempt? “Fuck…” Her fingers brush over her wet crack and penetrate her languidly. She’s so wet for him. The thought of the man, her best friend’s father, a married man, drives Elise crazy and she doesn’t care about the buttons.

It’s horrible. Several times a day she sneaks out to the bathroom or gets excused from class to give her needy cunt relief. And at home it’s even worse. She almost doesn’t come out of her room at all, and all she thinks about all day are the cold stares and the iron voice of Mister Winters.

“Come on” she moans, rubbing faster and faster over her swollen, twitching clit while little drops of pleasure juice fly through the cabin. Her knees soften and threaten to buckle, and images dance around in her mind’s eye, clouding her girlish, fevered mind. Alice, upside down, her father’s intimidating cock in her mouth. The pressure of his hand on her head, the feeling of being possessed, protected and appreciated. The fear of being near him, the even greater fear of not being near him. The panic of not pleasing him and the feeling of superiority when he bestows her with praise. “Come on you bitch… come on….fffffuckkkkk…”

And then it’s time. Elise feels the first waves of relief between her thighs, deep inside her. She feels the twitching of her labia around her fingers, the goal of her hasty effort to rub herself to an orgasm before…

Then the door to the girls’ bathroom flies open and Elise bites her lips painfully to keep from crying out in fright. She knows exactly who is standing in the room, she feels the presence even through the closed door. Then, with tears in her eyes, she has to restrain herself from crying out in frustration as she withdraws her hand and sits down on the toilet seat, pulling her legs to her chest.

Naked and sweaty, unappealing and wide-eyed, she sits there, pressing her chin against her bare, cold knees, listening to Mister Winters walk across the room toward her door. Her lower lip begins to tremble at the thought of him finding her in this miserable state. She’s afraid to disappoint him, knows full well he wants her, but thinks she doesn’t deserve him, doesn’t deserve to satisfy herself. She wants his permission. Needs it with all her being.

“What’s taking you so long?” his voice rings through the thin door. He could just push it open, break the thin lock, push her legs apart, snap her panties and… Elise shakes her head.

“Nothing…” she mumbles.

“Nothing?” The thin wall of the cabin bends as Mister Winters leans his strong body against it.

“Uh…” She swallows hard. “I mean, what are you doing here?” Then her eyes grow wide as she hears his laughter.

He knows! Doesn’t he? He knows all…

Her hand jerks down. She wants to reach out, touch and caress herself while Mister Winters stands there, not with Alice, but with her. But she mustn’t, can’t.

“I’m proud of you Elise.” Immediately her fingers part her labia, filling them with fiery warmth as she listens to his words. Her mouth stands up and she dares not to breathe. He can’t know what she’s doing here. Or he already knows. Elise can’t think. She doesn’t care. His praise feels too good. She misses the recognition of a strong character too much. She’s too invested in him… “Even if you are a naughty brat, your influence on Alice is undeniable.”

“Yes?” Her voice almost rolls over as her stomach rises and falls.

“Alice has a loyal friend in you. That’s why I’m taking you and your mother to Japan. You wouldn’t endanger Alice, no matter what you find out about her.”

“Never,” Elise gasps, strained and desperate but unable to control herself. The pressure is too much. She’s hooked on Mister Winters. “I respect her too much for that. And you too, Mister Winters.”

“You can call me James.” This time he must hear something while her hand rubs over her pussy like a whirlwind. Pain flashes through her lips as she bites down on them.

“Tha…thank you…” Again, Mister Winters laughs. Knowingly.

“I have no problem with you, Elise. Yes, I am strict, but I appreciate loyalty. You have the values I like in Alice too, it’s just no one ever showed you how to cultivate these things.”

“No.” Her words are choppy, toneless, strained. “True. Thank you.”

“If you keep being this good to my daughter, then… who knows…”

Elise comes with squeals like a tiny mouse. Quietly. And it almost kills her not to scream, to stomp, to bang her fists against the wall. She’d give anything in her life for Mister Winters coming into this dirty little cabin right now and making her as happy as her best friend. Who cares that they fuck if Elise has even the tiniest, slightest chance of a single fraction of the sheer joy he invokes in Alice?

“You don’t have to pretend with me Elise. You’re welcome to be rebellious, I can handle that and you wouldn’t be the first girl I’ve had to break for her own good.”

“Yeah…” she just breathes, wincing under the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“I like your sassy ways, as long as it’s clear who’s in charge in my family. And if you don’t behave, if you endanger my family or yourself, then I’ll grab you, spin you around and… And stuff you so full of my truth that it’ll come out your nose again, got it?”

In her stall, Elise looks up at the bare ceiling, exhausted, confused but happy. Her legs hang limply from the toilet seat and her hair is disheveled, just like her clothes. She smiles.

“Who says I wouldn’t want you to, Mister Winters?” she whispers, unable to speak louder, not trusting herself. She doesn’t see it, but feels his victorious smile even through the closed door.

“I. Because I know you’re a good girl for me.” Then the thin wall of the cabin trembles again as he breaks away from it, and his footsteps echo in the room as he leaves it. “And Elise?”

“Yes sir?” She doesn’t even notice the salute.

“It’s a long flight.” briefly he waits and she literally sees him in front of her, cold smile, iron voice, victorious gestures. “I’ll give you ten more minutes.” Then he leaves the room.

Elise already has her fingers deep inside her again and is pumping into herself, imagining it’s James who’s going to do her in that bathroom, take her mind away. She gets all hot, as she always does when she fingers herself. But there is another heat, the one in her heart.

She won’t need ten minutes.

by Writing Shark

You visit your daughters at school

Gemma is already waiting for you, excited and happy. You get out of your car – you hate driving a family car but you can’t fit enough people in your sports car for your plans – and hug her. A quick kiss on the cheek on tiptoe and Gemma is satisfied.

“Where’s your sister?” you ask her.

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Yes school is important and also you want your daughters to be smart enough so no one suspects what you are doing with their tight cunts, throats and asses. But you are more important than the plan of Mrs Hoover to have an extra class for the class and the reasons couldn’t be less important to you.

You don’t knock, of course you don’t. Grace Hoover is a woman, younger than you, and you know how to deal with such creatures.

“Who are you?” You’ve rarely seen her. Teacher-Student-Hours have always been your wife’s business. But you know her, know all the women in your daughter’s life. On paper, the young, intelligent, married teacher should be your worst enemy, a danger to you, your girls, and your plans. But the look she gives you as you simply step into the classroom, her realm, tells you that you could bend Alice over her desk right now and fuck her senseless without this woman doing anything to you. It’s all about how you act and you act just right. “What do you want?” Her voice betrays concern and nervousness, and her blue summer dress only makes her more inferior in your eyes. And in those of the class.

“Dad!” Alice jumps up. Here, she would never call you by your pet name. You don’t care if Alice knows what Mrs. Hoover teaches her, you’re proud of the intelligence she has inside her, not the stuff they try to hammer into her head. Most of it is useless anyway.

Ignoring Mrs. Hoover, Alice jumps up from her seat and hugs you.

“Get your things packed. We have to go.”

“Okay.” It’s clear who’s in command of your daughter’s life. You turn to the teacher, the eye of the entire class on you.

Alice is in the same class as Elise, which works to your advantage. And there’s also Valerie, the head cheerleader and daughter of Grace Hoover who’s giving your daughter a hard time.

“I’m the father of Alice,” you explain.

“The husband of Hellen.” The two women maintain a friendship, as close as women can be, and you allow it. You nod.

“I’m going to take my daughters out of school for a week and take them on a business trip.”

“But…”

“It will benefit their education and worldview.” Your education and the worldview you want them to have. “We’re leaving tonight and time is already short enough.” While you explain the world to Grace, Alice is already excitedly packing her things. As she does so, she keeps squinting at Elise who looks at her nervously, but keeps turning to you and watching you dominate her teacher in her classroom.

“You… you can’t do that” the young woman cries out. She’s about your wife’s age but you don’t care. You stare at her and out of the corner of your eye you see Elise squeeze her thighs together. It’s the same look that makes her go weak too and it works even better on a grown woman who knows what danger looks like.

“We’ll discuss this outside,” you say, turning around. The whole class watches as Grace trots along behind you without protest, realizing too late that she separates from the pack, to be alone with the shark. Not that the pack would save her. Outside, you turn to face her, but don’t close the classroom door. You just embrace the defeated look of a woman who thought she can control the world. “I can and I will, Mrs. Hoover,” you say loud enough for the class to hear.

“The door…” murmurs the woman who doesn’t dare close it herself, despite standing right beside it. You ignore her.

“My daughters’ affairs are my business and I don’t care if you are friends with my wife or if your naughty daughter is bouncing around the sports field with mine. It’s my responsibility to make sure my daughters have a good life.”

“Your wife…”

“It’s just me, Mrs. Hoover,” you resent.

“Yes…okay…”

“You will not interrupt me in front of Alice or Gemma ever again. Nor will you defy me or imply you have any say in my daughters’ lives. I am their father.” Grace looks like she’s about to cry. An (sort of) grown-up woman who thought she was strong. You have to stifle a laugh.

Actually, you like Grace. She’s beautiful, kind, polite and reserved, and she has good taste in clothes and a sense of humor that appeals to you. But you are a man and you don’t let the throbbing in your cock distract you as you think about taking off the woman’s blue dress and humiliating her further in front of her class. You can put those feelings to better use.

Her breath catches as you lean past her and close the door. Then your facial expression changes.

“Excuse me,” you say a little more kindly, and pain creeps into your expression, feigned, of course. “Things aren’t going so well with me and Hellen right now and I need to be a role model for my daughters.” The nice way only confuses the anxious teacher more but as a woman she responds to kindness instinvtivly.

“I didn’t know that Hellen…”

“She’s a good wife and mother… but… But sometimes she does wrong things… and that hurts.”

“I’m… sorry about that… Mister Winters.” Grace even manages a smile. Time and time again, you’re surprised at how well this play works. First you attack them and then you make them feel grateful that you don’t anymore. You show yourself vulnerable and the women get the idea on their own that it was them who did something wrong.

“Please, call me James.”

“Okay, James.” And Grace does everything on her own.

This is easier than anything before.

“You can take Alice and Gemma with you.” Another smile, proud of her work.

Hubris.

“Those two are excellent students anyway. A week you say?” You nod. “I can answer for that to the principal.”

“He’s your husband, isn’t he?”

“Yes but he also helps out as a teacher. You know, cutbacks and all that.”

If you wouldn’t just teach our kids political crap and your own agenda and focus on your real job we wouldn’t have this problem.

“Yeah, I’ve been there. Maybe we can get together as a group sometimes?” Again, you play sad. “If it works out with Hellen.” Grace Hoover, who is probably underfucked and lonely, still as confused and scared as any woman, lunges for the hook that will be her downfall. Voluntarily.

“That would be nice. I hope it works out with your wife. You’re such a beautiful couple. I’m rooting for you.”

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Back in class, you enter before the teacher and all the students look at you in disbelief, you nod your head toward the door.

“Alice, we’re leaving.” Your daughter nearly bursts with pride and presses her lips together to keep from laughing. But you’re not done yet. “Elise.” The girl jerks her head up and stares at you. You see that she’s tense, just not for the reasons the others are. Or maybe for the same ones, you glance at some of the other girls. And Mrs. Hoover. A determined man has the same effect on most women. “So do you.”

Grace Hoover opens her mouth, but then closes it again. Wordlessly, she watches you remove another student from her class. As Elise packs her things, a silence spreads through the room that you already know and have come to expect. And it doesn’t surprise you that it’s Valerie who can’t take it anymore.

“Can you even afford this trip?” she asks Elise mockingly who winces at the attention. But only the two friends of Valerie laugh, and that quietly. The rest of the class looks at you expectantly. You move into the room, into the realm of Grace, without asking, and put an arm around Elise.

“You’re Valerie, right?” She’s as beautiful as her mother. Only dumber.

“I’m…”

“Too stupid to read the room” you interrupt her and take the backpack from Elise. She’s your daughter, and even if you don’t like her mother, Elise deserves you as a father, and you feel the same way you do when you defend Alice or Gemma. That’s just what a father does.

“Mom!” screeches Valerie.

“Your mommy won’t help you, kiddo,” you say, sounding disappointed. It could have been a good fight. “She’s smarter than you.”

“He can’t do that.” You turn to the class.

“There you have a girl who doesn’t know anything about the world. Isn’t she the leader of your little gang? You should choose your leaders more wisely.” Then you shake your head and lead Elise and Alice outside. “Kids,” you grumble.

And as the door closes behind you, you hear first giggles, then laughter.

by Writing Shark

You enjoy freedom and liberty with your family

When your daughters come into the kitchen you and Hellen have already discussed everything important and Alice immediately sees the barely suppressed smile on her mother’s face.

“Good morning daddy” she greets you, hugs you in your chair and gives you a big sloppy but loving smack on the cheek.

“Good morning daddy.” Gemma follows her sister’s example and sits down at the table as well, giving her mother an icy look that she still has to practice. She is not yet starved enough for her frustration to be felt outside the bed. But the surprise you have in store will surely change that.

Then the girls look at each other and start to giggle. Hellen joins in as well.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, and Alice speaks up.

“We’re just happy. Everything is the way it’s supposed to be.”

“It’s nice the way it is now daddy,” says Gemma whose hair is still tousled from the night. Her sister’s hair is still wet from the shower. You smile at your family.

Alice is right. It’s nice the way it is now. Your three girls are finally happy and you have everything under control.

“Alice,” you say as you prepare roll of bread. As always, your girls wade in for permission to start eating. “Today you decide when the others can start.” You hand her a bun and your daughter looks at you like you’ve put a loaded gun in her hand. She swallows hard and looks to the others. And she does nothing. Instead, she turns to you.

“Thank you daddy.” Then she starts to eat breakfast with you while Gemma and Hellen sit in front of their prepared plates.

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“And then what did she say?” You didn’t know Alice was such a gifted storyteller or it’s just that you can relax now. No more plans. Just a daughter in love with you talking about her experiences at school. Not the grades, but her life.

“She thinks I’m being a smartass and sucking up to Mrs Hoover.” Alice giggles happily and lightheartedly. “Valerie just doesn’t get the subject. Yet ancient Greece is quite interesting.” Her eyes narrow and she grins conspiratorially. “Zeus mounting everything that presents itself to him.” She’s happy at the thought.

“And Oedipus, don’t forget him,” you remind her, looking to Hellen who is staring longingly at the food.

“I don’t want to mount my mother,” Alice laughs, stroking your arm. “I’d rather ride my father.” You kiss your daughter on the hand and she beams at you. She gets all the attention.

“You’ll sleep with your mother too if I say so.” Alice grins at you.

“Oh come on dad,” she says like an annoying teenager. “I’ll only sleep with mom if it makes you horny. After all, I am your dear little daughter.”

“You’re my good girl” you grin back. “My little whore in bed and my angel on the street.”

“I can be your whore on the street too,” she says cheekily, feeling free. Then she purrs, “Please daddy, be nice to me and give me your cock.” It’s good to see how free and happy Alice is and Gemma also giggles at the thought one of your daughters might actually resist you. “You can eat now” Alice then announces without taking her eyes off you.

While Gemma and Hellen rush over their breakfast, you and Alice talk like a married couple.

“What are you doing at work today?”

“Good girl,” you praise. Alice beams. “Something important happened. I need to talk to your teacher too.” You look at Gemma who has only eaten half a bun and shove the leftovers into her mouth. You care for her and allow Hellen to chew as well. With puffy cheeks, they continue to listen to you. “I have a trip aproad for my work again.”

“Oh.” Alice sounds disappointed, but doesn’t dare express her displeasure. “We’ll miss you daddy.” You grin slightly.

“I want you both to stay at school today. I’ll pick you up.”

“Wow…” murmurs Gemma, stunned. She has rarely experienced so much affection. “May we ask why daddy?” You nod and answer.

“It’s nice that you will miss me. But that won’t be necessary.” You pat your daughters’ heads paternally. “I won’t leave my family now after making you the way I wanted.”

“Does that mean…” Alice can’t believe it and Hellen struggles not to burst with happiness while Gemma still needs some time.

“Japan is cold this time of year. Pack winter clothes for a week and…” Alice almost throws you off your chair and you just manage to catch her, then her tongue greedily presses into your mouth as her arms close around you.

As you and your daughter are locked in a passionate French kiss, Hellen turns to Gemma.

“Your father has rented a cabin and we are all going to live there.”

“Daddy…” says Gemma, turning away from her mother. Shortly after you have two girls on you with your youngest just hanging on your arm, enjoying your closeness.

“But Mrs. Hoover won’t like this,” says Alice as she has to part with you for lack of air in her little lungs. You wipe your saliva from her lips.

“Mrs Hoover doesn’t have any say over my family,” you say firmly and that settles the matter. “I’ll talk to her about it after school.”

“Will we find out then why mom is being punished by you?” Gemma also feels free enough to ask a question, and it’s even directed at you. But Hellen gets to answer it.

“Only Alice has a right to know what is happening between me and your father Gemma. She’s above us now.” She sounds so affectionate as you stroke her arm. “What I can tell you is that I made a mistake, a bad one. I wanted to do something good, but I broke the rules that govern the happiness of all the women in this house. For that I must be punished.”

“Then I’ll have to make a special effort in Japan to suck the secret out of my daddy,” says Alice, her eyes twinkling. But you steer the conversation in another direction.

“For all of you, it should be more important that even if you think you know the solution, you should always ask me for permission and advice before you decide anything, understand?” You look sternly around the room.

“Yes James.” Hellen will never make that mistake again.

“Yes Father.” Alice has a tone of voice that says in her own way that she would never have thought of such an idea.

“Yes daddy.” And Gemma understands too, just looking at you and knowing who she belonged to.

“If you confide in me in your weakness and your strength, then we can only win as a family.” You stand up and your girls do the same. “This is the only way something good can come from your weaknesses.” You look to Hellen.

“Pack the things. We’ll leave in the evening.” Your wife nods. Then you send your girls off to school.

“Alice,” you say and your muffin turns around, “There’s one more thing.”

by Writing Shark

A new normal morning

With a satisfied smile, you wake up as you do every morning, looking forward to the new day. The rising sun penetrates through the curtains at the window and you lie still for a while, feeling the energy of the day flowing into your body.

You wait for your wife to serve you with a cup of coffee in bed, but Hellen lies next to you, nestled against you, naked and happy as a newborn child. And newborn she is, just like you. She looks so beautiful with her angelic smile and the silent sniffle when she sleeps. It’s just like before, everything is good.

Everything is better. You used to have Hellen by your side.

“Good morning daddy.” Now you have Alice. Your daughter has taken the liberty of borrowing your shirt, with your scent in the fibers. Otherwise she is naked and the shirt is open and just falls over her young breasts. Her shaved pussy gleams between her thighs as she leans against the door frame, a large cup of steaming coffee in her hands. “Coffee and pussy for you daddy.” Alice beams, literally floating across the room. “May I?” You nod and your daughter sits her petite body next to you on the bed. She hands you the cup. “Careful, please. I still don’t know exactly how hot to make the water.” Her cute little fingers peek out from under the long fabric of the shirt as you take the cup and sip.

“You are a natural” you praise and kiss her gently on the forehead. Never in her life will Alice part with you, you can see that in her gaze. Your daughter is wholly yours. And as a reward you give her another kiss, and then your fingers move lower, gently and carefully stroking her opening. You don’t want to be too rough in the morning. Maybe Alice isn’t wet yet. You’re wrong. “I had a minute to warm up for you daddy” she beams at you with youthful glee. “Shall we?” Your free hand gently reaches into her hair and makes her purr. Then you lovingly turn her head to the side.

“Wake your mother up,” you say, “she deserves a good morning too.”

“Yes daddy.” Alice carefully moves behind your wife and crawls under the covers. You watch Hellen wake up while Alice repays last night’s oral favor at your direction.

“Good morning honey,” you say as Hellen opens her eyes with a cute moan.

“Honey,” says your wife in love, caressing your cheek as Alice works under the covers. “What did I do to deserve this?” It’s a serious question, even though her voice seems as soft as a warm rain shower that morning. You smile and kiss her deeply, too.

“We’re married darling,” you say with a grin. “What kind of man wouldn’t offer his beloved wife his daughter’s tongue.” A happy giggle escapes from under the covers. “All is well between us again. You continue to get your punishment, yes, but what I said all those years ago is true. I love you and you are a perfect wife to me.” Hellen sobs and wipes her wet eyes. You smile and nod to the side. “And you give me everything a man could ever want.”

Hellen and you look to the side. There’s Gemma, curled up in her chair, asleep and leaning a little to one side. Last night’s stimuli was too much for your little girl and you had to tie her to the chair with the underwear of Alice and Hellen. Her hands and bottom of her elbowsare tied against the back of the chair and her legs are spread wide so she wouldn’t rub herself to orgasm.

“The words she said” Hellen murmurs admiringly. “I’m so proud of her.”

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Even you didn’t know what brutal curses Gemma could utter in her lustful frenzy. While you had fucked Hellen and Alice in a 69 position, your cock moving from your wife’s mouth lying on the bottom to your daughter’s cunt kneeling on top, Gemma had cursed her mother with a fury and rage that made you shudder and when you stuffed your cock down your wife’s throat, Gemma had gone berserk.

“You fucking whore!” she had screamed while you had widened her sister’s throat. “I wish I had ripped your useless cunt when I fell out of you!” And Hellen was so happy. “When I get out of here I’m going to fuck daddy out of his mind so you’ll never even see his cock again! You bitch! You fucking useless whore! You’regarbage!” Hellen had smiled at you, drops of cum on her face as your juices spilled out of Alice. “Let me out of here and I’ll fuck you all!”

At one point Gemma had begged, wistful and pitiful. Then she had bargained.

“I’ll lick you for three days if you untie me and let him fuck me Alice! For five days! And I take your chores! Just let him fuck my cunny sis!”

But finally she had understood and her madness had given way to something else as your daughter had arrived at the destination of her journey you wanted her to be. In the end she just sat there, her juice glistening over her thighs and dripping over the edge of the chair onto the carpet. Shaking and whimpering, she had gone limp and watched with glazed eyes and tilted head, disheveled hair, as you had pressed her isster’s cheek against her mother’s cum-smeared cheek and the two of them had pleasured your cock until you had erupted in their faces. And while Hellen had licked Alice clean, you had looked to your other daughter. And when Hellen had let your cum run into her daughter’s mouth, when Alice had come from the taste of you on her greedy, twitching pink tongue, you had looked at Gemma.

“Welcome to the family my princess. Now you’ve done it.”

And when Alice had rubbed her cum-smeared face against her mother’s large breasts and spit your collected cum onto her skin, Gemma had smiled.

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“Untie her,” you say to Alice as she comes out from under the covers with a smeared mouth and chin. Hellen is a squirter and Alice is proud to be able to satisfy her beloved mother almost as well as you. Today maybe even just as good but you are just proud of that too.

After Alice has loosened the bonds, her sister’s tired body, cold with sweat, falls numbly into her arms.

“Sister, “Alice says affectionately and kisses Gemma on the cheek, salty from lustful tears. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

“Clean her up and take her down to eat. Make sure she’s awake” you command, “I have an announcement to make.”

“Yes daddy,” Alice says lovingly, draping her sister’s arm over her shoulders. You look at their tight swinging butts as they stagger out of the room, the one of Alice smeared with dried cum.

“And what can I do for you my one and only love?” Hellen wants to know. “Now that our daughters are finally yours?” You look at her, kiss her again, smell her closeness and feel her warmth. Then you pull back your covers, and the happy giggles of your amorous wife are music to your ears.

by Writing Shark

Your wife licks her daughter to orgasm

“Are you happy?” Alice looks over her shoulder, her hair brushing her bare shoulder blades and veiling her eyes. But the joyful, excited, maybe a little nervous glow is clear.

“Yes daddy. How about you?” You grin and squeeze with your hands. Hellen knows the position well and you just have to push her forward a little with your weight and the pressure of your cock deep inside her. The soft ‘Ohfuckyessss’ of your daughter shows that Hellen has found the spot between her daughter’s spread legs.

“Honey your dad has widened you so much” she murmurs admiringly as her fingers pull her daughter’s labia apart.

“When I… oh yes… When I think of you having him inside you… ha… so many times…”

“You will have too darling.” Hellen kneels between you and Alice, your girl on her back, legs spread and leaning against the wall, fingers in her mother’s hair, you behind your wife, hands on her ass. Together with your daughter, you push Hellen back and forth between you while looking into each other’s eyes. It’s a familiar moment, the family united in the pleasure you’ve created. It is perfect.

Alice is doing well. Hellen rubs her swollen clit with her fingers and spoils her daughter. Your wife needs her mouth for something else because you haven’t taken care of your whole family yet. As her walls tighten around your cock you feel more powerful than ever.

“Gemma my princess, would you like what your mother and sister have?” You and the women on the bed look at the lost girl on the chair against the wall with mocking pitty. Gemma is meek and tense. With her mouth slightly open, she stares over at you, her hands resting convulsively in her lap with white knuckles. She nods her head meekly.

“Hellen honey, tell your other daughter why she’s sitting in the chair while you eat her sister out.” With moisture on her mouth and chin, Hellen turns her head to Gemma.

“Because you were a bad daughter.” Hellen shows no mercy, as you will, and so will she. “Because you thought you were something without your father’s cock inside you.” While Alice throws her head back and enjoys her mother’s fingers, lost in their incestuous game, you know Hellen well enough to see how much the words she speaks scare her. Not because they hurt Gemma, your daughter knows she deserves the truth, but because Hellen fears she can never make up for her mistake.

“Look at your mother Gemma,” you command, and your princess turns her blurry eyes on her. “She failed me, and yet she’s the one I’m fucking.”

“And yet you put so much effort into it” says Hellen. A cry of pleasure from your other daughter interrupts your play briefly.

“Gemma it’s so fucking awesome to sleep with my parents” Alice moans, pressing her hips against the other woman’s head. “There is nothing better. Daddy is so good and big and strong and perfect and mom is such a horny little whore for me when he fucks her. Shit Gemma it’s so gooood!” And Gemma knows her mom and sister are right.

“So why is it you who sits there alone, wet and horny and unable to do anything?” Your brutality has a purpose. You would never be harsh on your daughters without a reason. And Gemma knows what you want from her.

“Because I deserve it” she moans in agony, rocking around in her chair, desperate not to stick her fingers in her tight tight cunny. “I deserve it because I didn’t understand what was important.”

“And what is important Gemma?” You look to her, pressing Hellen against Alice while you fuck your wife quickly and skillfully.

“You daddy!” sobs your daughter. “I was so stupid.” Then her voice brightens, excited despair replacing her grief. “But I know better now! You made me better daddy!” Hellen moans into her daughter’s wet folds as she comes. She is happy for Gemma. “I’ll do better daddy.” Then her eyes wander to her mother’s sweaty tens body and you see one half of the miracle.

“Speak Gemma,” you say, giving her something special, something big, something only you can give her. A purpose.

“I hate my mother.” And Gemma is happy with that. “I hate her because she took me away from you. I hate her because she thought I would be happier with her. And I hate her because she made me stupid and useless.” Then you fill Gemma, your lovely princess with the second part of your gift. Love.

“Go on.”

“But I’ll be better daddy, for you. I’m going to be the daughter you see in me. We’re gonna have so much fun together.” And Gemma knows it’s true, you won’t leave her again. “I will obey you, only you. And Alice when you’re not around. I’ll help her make you happy, Daddy. You are the most important. I’m so glad you saved me daddy.” Hellen comes again and you caress her bottom while pushing her between your oldest legs.

“Good sis.” Your muffin is also happy about the change. She has her hand in her mother’s hair and beams contentedly at you and Gemma. “You finally got it. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Please help me hate my mother. Please help me have only your pleasure in my head. Please teach me how to fuck and suck and jerk off and everything Alice already knows how to do.”

Gemma goes wild. She slides around on the chair until it almost topples over, she thrusts her little breasts at you, her nipples poking through her nightgown. She rubs her legs together while her eyes lose focus.

“Please daddy… I can’t take it anymore. My holes are all yours. Fuck me where you want daddy! In my conny and…and everywhere! Please… I can’t take anymore I… I’m going crazy… I can’t do this daddy… please… help me… help…”

You swing out of bed, your cock withdrawing from your wife’s smacking cunt, pulling strands of pleasure nectar out of her that fall against her thigh. You walk across the room, standing in front of your daughter. Her eyes grow wide, your slimy cock bobs mightily in front of her face, reddish and throbbing. As if of her own accord, Gemma opens her mouth, stretching her pink tongue towards the pole she wants to impale herself on. But you crouch down.

“You’re ready Gemma,” you whisper.

“Daddy…” she is desperate, so desperate.

“Your mind is open to me, just like your body. You know everything you need to know.”

“Thank you daddy… thank you…” Your hand strokes your cock, collecting the juice from Hellen and your precum. Then you lift a finger and Gemma goes quiet as you rub the warm secretion under her nose and onto her cheeks.

“Take it inside you princess” you whisper, “take it in and let it clear your head.”

And Gemma is quiet, still. Her big eyes fix on you, her mouth is still open but she breathes through her snub nose while her brain changes to your liking, imprinting the scent of sex with your caring immage.

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl.” You kiss her forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

by Writing Shark

Hellen is rewarded for her sacrifice

“My God daddy,” Alice gasps half an hour later. “Daddy! I love you daddy! Oh Go… Oh Go.. Oh Go…hod…” Three times she has come and never has Hellen separated from her sweet firm ass. “That was so…ha…ha… dirty…” She laughs, childlike, carefree, contentedly fucked. “I love it.” She turns around and you’re proud to see her copy your behavior, pulling her mom away from her tight butt by her hair, though not as harshly as she likes. “Thanks mom.”

“You’re welcome honey,” Hellen says, licking her lips and smiling shyly. “It’s so good to see that we can get along as a family.”

“Your mother and sister are beneath you from now on Alice,” you say “You answer only to me now.” Your daughter looks at you in fascination. “You’ve earned it.” Alice hugs you, but then asks you a little shyly what that means. 20 years she’s experienced a family dynamic, and in the space of one night, everything has changed. You kiss her lovingly. “It means that from now on you can rule over them. New rights, new responsibilities, remember?” Alice giggles and looks at Hellen.

“Pinch your nipples.” Hellen immediately raises her hands and twists her nipple until her face contorts. “Harder.” Hellen obeys and moans under the pain. “Nice.”

“You’re right under me now. You get to control your mother and sister’s sexuality as long as you don’t contradict me.”

“Of course daddy…father.” She is serious.

“And you may use them when I don’t need them or you. When I’m not around you have to take care of them and you tell me everything you’ve done with them in my absence, understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. We’ll work together from now on.” Alice waits a bit, thinks, looks at Hellen and Gemma, then at you. Then she puts her arms around you and presses her cheek to your chest.

“Thank you daddy,” she whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, stroking through her hair. Then you turn to your wife. “And between us, all is well again. I forgive you.”

“Thank you so much honey. And Alice I promise to be a nice toy for you, you will see.” Hellen smiles angelically, content with the world, the taste of her daughter in her mouth and her scent in her nose. But you still have a surprise for her.

“And can you forgive me?” Hellen almost swoons.

“What?”

“For not doing my duty to control you?”

“It was my fault honey,” she says. “It’s me who needs to be punished. You should be taking care of your daughters, and all I did was cause more troubles for you.”

“Come here.” Hellen purrs beneath you as your lips touch her forehead. “Fuck the punishment. I want you.” It’s nice to hear your wife’s carefree laugh, the sound you fell in love with.

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“Oh god James! James! Fuck I’m not worthy! James! Thank you!” Fast and hard you fuck your wife the way she wants. Deep thrusts into her, your hands tightly closed around her shoulders, stretching her, pulling her towards you, impaling her on you with raw trusts. In the corner on her chair sits Gemma, nervous and small while her mother does not dignify her a glance. In front of you and your wife, legs spread, her fingers twitching wildly, Alice puts on a show for you. Your girl has no problem letting her mother look deep into her pink shiny pussy.

“Turn around” you command your wife and your hand casually slams down on her ass. Hellen obeys and lies down on her back. “And you, come here.” Alice rises and crawls toward you, the fingers of her hand on her tongue, tasting herself. “What do you want to do with your mother?” you ask, giving her freedom. “Be perverted.” But it’s you who’s important. Alice considers, then grins like a child allowed to wreck the living room.

“Do you mind if I sit on her? Valerie told me about that once.” You pull your daughter to you, grab her hair, and kiss her while your thrusts make your wife’s breasts bounce wildly. Then you help the giggling daughter into position. It’s really fun to see that she wants it, but doesn’t know exactly how or what to expect. She laughs out as her mother runs her tongue over her pink nub like it’s tickling her. “You’re better daddy” she laughs, already getting red in the face while Hellen puts her hands around her daughter’s thighs.

“You’ve been on my mind for 20 years, angel,” you confess. “You’re a perfect daughter.” Daddy and daughter tie a bond between them while pleasuring their wife/mother. “Punish your mother for not thinking of you. She only had Gemma in her useless little head.” Beneath you, Hellen moans lustily. Finally you can talk to each other like this again without feeling guilty, and you see in Alice that your wife is redoubling her efforts to please her daughter correctly.

Your muffin lifts her hand and lets it bounce on one of her mother’s breasts. Hellen jerks and shrieks into her daughter’s opening, smearing her juices over her delicate chin, her belly squeezes and you use the angle to work her G-spot while Alice giggles childishly.

“Mom has such big boobs” she laughs and slams again. “I like it when they jiggle that much.” Then she looks at you, her face flushed but a little concerned. “Do you like my boobs too?” She slaps again without looking.

“Of course darling,” you say lovingly but firmly, making your point clear. “Your breasts are wonderfully tiny and cute and like my daughter should be, touchable.”

“But they’re not that big.” Another slap. Alice is not so strong and too careful. It doesn’t really hurt Hellen, your plan is working.

“They are perfect darling, really. Believe me.”

“Yes daddy. Thank you daddy.” Again you kiss, long and intimate for making up 20 years of longing from both sides. Your fingers slide through your daughter’s hair. Then you separate as you notice Hellen trembling beneath you.

“Do you feel that, darling?” you ask Alice. She nods. “Your mother will come soon.”

“Can she?” Her eyes flicker. Your daughter is getting there, too.

“That’s up to you. Either you let her come or you pinch her hard, and I mean really hard in her nipples.”

It’s important to teach your daughter that she’s on your side now. What better way would there be for her, but also for poor little horny Gemma, than to decide about her dear mother’s orgasm?

by Writing Shark

You fuck your family’s new hierarchy into their heads

The two women look alternately at your face and your cock swinging before their eyes, mesmerizing them. First you turn to Alice, of course. A father has to love his daughter after all.

“You are the best of my girls. Faithful, obedient and intelligent.”

“Thank you daddy,” she says, losing herself in your eyes.

“How do you want it?” Hellen gasps and you don’t even have to explain to Gemma what it means when you allow a girl to decide for herself how she climaxes through you.

“I want to ride you daddy,” Alice grins. “Then I’ll always feel you so deep inside my cunny.”

First you help Alice undress in front of her family and watch Gemma as her eyes curiously but with contentment wander over her sister’s naked body. She sits on her hands, soaking up every detail. Then you lie on your back and pull Alice close to you. After a long, intimate kiss, you release her and she immediately swings wide-legged over you, giggling and happy.

“You’ve earned this Muffin,” you say as Alice gently grips your cock with her hands.

“You are so good to me daddy.” Under the gaze of her family, your daughter raises her pelvis, arches her back, strains her leg muscles and lifts herself onto your tip. Your glans parts her labia, spreads her tight opening and your hands caress her bare hips to soothe her as she lowers herself onto you. “My God… My God… My Gohohodha…” she whimpers, laughing stupidly.

“I love to stretch your little pussy darling” you murmur, giving the rest of your family a show.

“Fuck daddy you are so big. You are destroying my little whore cunt and I love it. Your little whore is made to be impaled by your fucking cock and get fucked.” Next to you, Gemma gasps.

“Good girls have the right to swear when they fuck daddy” you explain to her. Your voice is calm as Alice continues to fall into her sweet madness with every inch she impales herself on you.

“I understand daddy” your princess whispers. “Can I swear too if I’m really good for a really long time?” You nod your head and then look at Hellen who is also struggling not to touch herself. She also wants to do everything right, especially now that things are going so well between you again. Her obedience comes back to you as well.

“And your mother, even if she made a mistake, was a good girl.”

“Thank you, James.” Hellen is genuinely grateful.

“Tell Gemma why you can touch yourself again.” Immediately Hellen jerks her hand down between her thighs under her white panties and her fingers stretch the fabric as they dig into her wanton overflowing opening.

“Because I understand that you belong to your father alone Gemma darling” she moans without looking her in the eye. The sight of your wife makes you horny and her eyes are on you as she tells her favorite daughter that she has no place in her life anymore. But Gemma wants it that way. Your family is whole again. “And because I know neither you nor I can come close to your sister.”

“Fuck daddy!” moans Alice in a rusty voice, jerking half of your cock that is still outside of her. You feel your glans pressing against her inner walls, ramming along her G-spot and making her quiver. “I’m your favorite daughter…you love me.”

“That’s right,” you say, pushing her down a little further. A louder moan fills your bedroom. You look to your wife. “Hellen,” you command, and her head snaps up to you, “my cock is about to ram into her belly.” You grin devilishly. “Be a dear and distract her so I can fuck her cervix like a cunt.” Alice doesn’t understand but your loyal puppy-wife does and she leaves Gemma behind and turns around on her butt to face you.

“Daddy what…”

“Hush darling,” you tell Alice, stroking her trembling hips with your thumb. Then you pull her close to you. “It’s time for you to learn what it means to be my favorite.”

“Daddy…” Then her eyes widen “Fuck… Shit…Fuckingshit!”

Your wife is as completely devoted to you as any of your girls. And for 20 years she’s known that one day the day would come. Today it has come and Hellen fulfills her maternal duty with the devotion you know from her.

You see your daughter’s cute eyes almost fall out of her beautiful head as she feels her own mother’s tongue on her tight butt hole. It’s forbidden and dirty but so is sex with her own father and you love to see the conflict in her eyes, overwhelming lust for you, love for you, shame and you give her the perverse pleasure of knowing she’s above her mother from now on.

“Leave it to Muffin” you murmur in her ear and push her deeper on top of you. Your cock pushes through her cervix and gives your daughter the first, stifled by your kisses, orgasm of the evening. “Your mother is exactly for that. That’s exactly what I married her for. So that one day she can serve my daughter while I fuck her the way I want.”

“Daddy…” And it’s Alice who wraps her hands around your head and presses her lips on you again with animalistic fury. Behind her, Hellen presses herself deeper into her own daughter’s butt crack, pulling her ass apart with practiced fingers, pushing her own back through to lick her daughter deeper, running her tongue over her twitching little puckered opening.

It is such a great honor that Alice now serves her man and Hellen feels validated as a mother when she feels her daughter’s sphincter slowly relax under the wet tip of her tongue. She tastes Alice, smells her, the sweat and the scent of her lust honey rises in her nose just like the aroma of her skin. She feels the warmth of her skin on her hands. And then she feels Alice shudder as her father thrusts his cock deep into her belly. Briefly she loses contact as Alice is thrown up. She shrieks but then rams down on her own, making a muffled, animalistic sound as her father sinks deep into her body again, making her a perfect fucktoy like she always dreamed of.

Fueled by lust, Hellen pushes herself deeper into her daughter, flattening her nose against her body and sticking her tongue through her opening as her husband fucks her daughter’s vaggy and gives her the greatest pleasures a girl can dream of.

It feels so good to know where her place is and she also knew that one day she would lay under her daughter, licking her ass and serving her. Alice is better than her and Hellen is grateful that her beloved husband found a place for her even after she disappointed him so much. Everything goes as James wanted and Hellen is happy.