Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

10:23 AM: Unknown male, late twenties, heavyset, dark hair exited Fitzsimmons house in the company of unknown female, early twenties, red hair. Amorous exchange between Mrs. Fitzsimmons and unknown male and female. Unknown female, nineteen, pink-hair observed naked with Mrs. Fitzsimmons. See photographs.

--excerpt from Doug Allard's surveillance logbook, June 7th, 2013

Friday, June 7th, 2013 -- Mary Sullivan -- South Hill, WA

There was a gentle knock at the door and I stirred in Mark's arms. "Hello?" I asked, sleepily.

"Master, Mistress, we have breakfast," Alison said quietly. "May we come in."

Mark brushed a strand of my auburn hair off my cheek and kissed me. I smiled, and purred "Good morning, hun."

"Morning, Mare." He hugged me and couldn't seem to resist kissing me a second time. "Last night was amazing."

"It was amazing," I cooed, and kissed him back. Fuck breakfast, I wanted to have another round with Mark. Everything had almost ended last night. Mark told me the truth. He had sold his soul to the Devil and received the power to control people with his words. I had been one of those people, forced to perform depraved acts I never imagined I would ever do.

Or enjoy.

When Mark set me free last night and told me the truth, I had been hurt and angry. But I loved him. I fell in love with him before he dominated me. And I had enjoyed the things we did, the women we molested. It was exciting. So I came back to him with one condition--I had to make my own Pact with the Devil.

Then we'd be equals.

My kiss deepened, then he broke away, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, I gotta pee real bad."

"Oh," I sighed, letting him go. He sprang from the bed and I caught a glimpse of his naked ass rushing across the room and disappearing into the bathroom.

There was another soft rap at the door. "Master, Mistress, may we come in," Alison asked a second time. "We have breakfast."

I rubbed sleep from my eyes and sat up in the bed. "Yeah, come in."

Alison and Desiree walked into the room carrying silver trays. They were our sex slaves. I felt a little guilty that I was enjoying their enslavement, but my pussy grew damp just thinking about using their hot bodies for my pleasure.

Each tray had a glass of orange juice and plates with french toast, poached eggs and strips of bacon. Both girls were naked, like the good little sluts that they were. Alison had the lithe and nubile body of an eighteen-year-old and I enjoyed ogling her pierced nipples as they swayed on her round breasts. Desiree's nut-brown breasts were even larger, and swayed even more, and I licked my lips.

Mark had definitely awaken my true passions.

Desiree set her tray next to me on the nightstand while Alison walked around the bed, and set Mark's tray on the other nightstand. A toilet flushed in the bathroom, followed by the sink running, and then Mark walked out a boyish grin on his face as he drank in the sight of our naked sluts, his cock rising hard from his dark-brown bush.

"Oh, Mistress, you stayed," Alison said, flinging her arms about me. "I'm so happy!"

I hugged her back and kissed her gently, her lithe body rubbing against me, and her kiss became quite passionate. I tasted something on her lips. Pussy. An image of Alison between Desiree's brown thighs flashed through my mind. My pussy was on fire, and I thrust my tongue into my slut's mouth, spreading my legs and rubbing my pussy against her silky thigh.

Mark, chewing on a slice of bacon motioned to Desiree; the Hispanic slut obeyed, slidding her voluptuous body against my boyfriend, her large tits spilling across his chest.

"Isn't she beautiful," Mark whispered to Desiree--how sweet. "She's getting randy."

I was. So randy.

My hand slid down Alison's hip to grab her ass, while Alison nuzzled at my neck. The slut shifted her hips, then her pussy was kissing mine, and I humped my hips as pleasure burst through me. I pulled on Alison's hips, pressing her hot cunt into mine.

"I love watching girls trib," Mark groaned. "Climb on my dick."

"Yes, mi Rey!" Desiree husked.

I wasn't sure what "mi Rey" meant, but she sure sounded sexy when she said it.

I turned my head, watching as Desiree straddled my boyfriend's waist, her large breasts swinging heavily in his face. Mark sucked hard on a fat nipple and Desiree cooed. Her hands grasped his cock, guiding it to her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck," Mark groaned. "That feels wonderful."

"Thank you, mi Rey," Desiree purred, sliding slowly up and down on his cock, moaning with her sultry voice.

"How does the slut feel?" I asked.

"Like silk wrapped around my cock," Mark groaned. "How's yours?"

"Umm, her pussy is driving mine wild! Trib me harder, Alison."

"Yes, Mistress," she purred, sucking on my ear. Her hips ground harder, her clit sliding through my labia. "I'll make you cum so hard!"

"You're so big!" Desiree moaned, "Mi hombre hermoso!"

Desiree arched her back and fucked Mark harder. Her tits bounced deliciously, so heavy. I wanted to bury my face in them. My hands roamed Alison's firm ass and supple back as the slut ground her cunt into mine.

"Ride my stallion and make him cum!" I gasped.

"Yes, mi Reina!"

She rocked her hips on his cock faster and faster, moaning lustfully. Mark grasped a full breast and pinched her nipple. I couldn't take my eyes off her heavy face as Alison's tribbing brought me closer and closer to exploding. Her clit nudged my button, and fireworks detonated inside me.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, writhing beneath my slut. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

I closed my eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of Alison's body. The slut humped me faster and faster, her lips and eyes squeezed shut. I groped her delicious ass, enjoying the feel of her muscles rippling beneath my fingers as she neared her orgasm.

"Oh, Mistress," she gasped. "Oh, yes!"

"Cum, my little whore," I whispered.

"Yes, Mistress!"

Her body shook atop me, and her warm cream flood against my pussy. This was intoxicating. How could I ever give this up? I know I'm a hypocrite for being angry at Mark for enslaving me, and yet I can't help how much it excites me to dominate Alison and Desiree. I wanted to keep that excitement. I wanted to play with all the women Mark controls.

And maybe a few men. I knew Mark didn't want me fucking other men, but if this was going to work, we couldn't stop each other from taking our pleasures where we found it. We had to be completely open, not fearing the lovers either of us take.

I pushed Alison off me and rolled over, snuggling against Mark. He glanced at me and smiled as I kissed his neck and played with his chest hair. Alison slipped behind Desiree, pressing against her back and kissing her shoulder. Desiree smiled as Alison humped her cunt into her plump ass.

"Fuck, that's hot!" Mark moaned as Alison wrapped her hands around Desiree, cupping a heavy breast with one and sliding the other down to play with the Hispanic slut's clit.

"Are you getting close to cumming?" I whispered. "Are you going to cum in that dirty whore's snatch?" I licked his ear, and my hand trailed down his chest and stomach to his curly pubes.

"¡Yo estoy correrse!" Desiree moaned in Spanish, bucking atop Mark.

"Oh, shit!" Mark groaned. "Her cunt's throbbing about my dick!"

"Cum in the slut," I hissed. I loved this! I am so glad I stayed.

"Yes!" he grunted, his entire body tensing against me. Then he relaxed, panting. Desiree rolled off, cum staining her pussy.

"Did you have a good cum?" I asked him.

"Yes," he murmured and kissed me.

Desiree moaned as Alison buried her face into her cunt, eating Mark's cum out of her pussy like a good slut. I smacked Desiree's ass, "You sluts take that out of here."

"Yes, Mistress," Alison said, face sticky with cum and juices, and she pulled Desiree out of the room.

We lazily fed each other cold bacon and french toast, spilling syrup on each other, and then licking the syrup up. I discovered how sexy it was to lick syrup off Mark's chest. And when he licked some off my tits and nipple, that was even sexier. And then we kissed, lips sticky with sweet syrup, and belly's full of Desiree's delicious breakfast. We cuddled; Mark stroked my hair and warmth spread through my body. I was happy. I wanted us to stay like this forever.

Sadly, my bladder had other ideas.

Mark Glassner

After making love to Mary in the shower, we dressed in the clothes that Alison or Desiree had laid out. Mary pulled on a pair of lacy red panties and a white, corset dress with a short skirt. The dress and panties must have been some of the clothes she bought at Goth Topic while I was behind the register, dick deep in Lillian's cunt--she was a wild slut. Maybe I should have kept her. Mary looked hot and trashy in the dress. Finally, she placed the heart-shaped locket I gave to her around her neck, the locket nestling in her cleavage. It wasn't the only bit of jewelry I acquired for her. An engagement ring was in my jeans pocket.

Mary walked out the sliding glass doors and sat on a love seat on the balcony. I joined her; she snuggled up against me and we stared at the white-capped peak of Mount Rainier. The mountain was as beautiful as always, rising white and blue and gray out of the Cascades Mountains, dwarfing everything about it. A small dome of clouds hovered above the peak.

After a moment's silence, Mary asked, "How do I summon the Devil?"

"Well, you'll need a box," I answered. "And a sexy photo of you."

"It has to be sexy?" Mary asked, surprised.

"Any picture of you would be sexy," I told her, rubbing her thigh. "Especially in this dress." I leered down her bodice. Mary shifted, thrusting out her tits, a pleased smile graced her lips.

"So that's it, I need a sexy photo and a box?"

"Well, there's the yarrow, and the--"

"What's yarrow?"

"It's a small, white flower. We can pick one up at Lawn & Care or Home Build. And then we'll need grave dirt." Mary arched an eyebrow at that. "And, the bone of a black cat."

Mary blinked in surprise. "A bone. You mean you killed a kitty?" Mary asked, plaintively. And then she punched my arm.

I grinned. "No. I bought the bones at an occult shop. Don't ask me where they got them."

"So we need to go buy them?"

"No, they came three for five dollars. So I have two spares back at my apartment.

She breathed in deeply, clearly relieved she didn't have to kill a cat. "Okay, so I guess we need to go shopping for the yarrow."

We found our sluts cleaning the house, still naked.

"Sluts!" I announced.

"Yes, Master," purred Alison, smiling at me and turning off the vacuum cleaner.

Desiree stopped dusting, turning around, and purred, "Mi Rey." She was so sexy. This had been her house before I kicked her husband out and claimed his trophy wife. Brandon didn't deserve this woman. She was far too beautiful for the short, fat, balding millionaire.

"Go out shopping and buy some really slutty clothes to wear outside the house. And for inside the house, the skimpiest, sexiest maid outfits you can find."

Alison gave a wicked laugh, and pinched Desiree's ass. "I know just the place, cutie."

"Take Desiree's car and use her husband's credit cards to pay."

Desiree laughed. "I do love spending his money. It's all he ever was good for."

"You never loved him?" Mary asked, sounding sad. "You were just a gold digger."

"Mi Reina, I'm gay," Desiree answered, then she gave me a smoky glance. "Well, maybe I'm bi now. I do love your cock, mi Rey."

"Mark has that effect on people," Mary laughed. "Umm, also buy a few dildos and strap-ons. I kinda want to try them out.

An image of Mary wearing a strap-on fucking Alison or Desiree flashed in my mind, her perky breasts jiggling as she pumped away; I grinned. Mary saw my smile and returned a wicked one, licking her lips.

"And pick up these art supplies," Mary added, handing over a list. Mary was an artist, attending De Vry University to get a degree in Graphic Design.

"We'll be home very late," I told them. "After midnight, so cook your own dinner and don't wait up."

"I'm sure we'll find a way to amuse ourselves," Alison giggled and pinched Desiree's ass. "She's quite insatiable; I could barely keep up with her last night. But I'm willing to try."

"You better," Desiree purred, "because we're going to have dildo's tonight."

Alison giggled excitedly. "Yes, we will. I bet you'll be so pretty as you moan beneath me."

"Not unless I bend you over the table and bugger that cute ass of yours."

"Promise?" Alison smiled.

"Yes."

Laughing, I hugged Alison, and slipped a small piece of paper with some special instructions. I had big plans for tomorrow. I touched Alison's lips when she opened them, and she grinned at me an nodded.

"Have fun, Masters," she smiled.

"I'm with Mark," Mary laughed. "I'm sure we'll get into lost of depraved fun!"

Alison giggled.

I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my phone, and Mary grabbed her purse. We left the house and climbed into my silver Mustang. Well, it had belonged to this asshole, but I made him trade his new Mustang for my piece of shit car yesterday. The engine roared to life and I sped out of the neighborhood.

Doug Allard

There was a strange, silver Mustang and a red Volkswagen Eos parked in Brandon's driveway when I arrived to surveil his wife. Brandon thought she was cheating on him, so I've been following her around for a week. So far, nothing, but today was something different. Maybe he had guests staying. I pulled out my camera, attached a zoom lens, and snapped several pics of the cars and their temporary license plates taped in the rear windows. Both were new vehicles and only had dealer plates on, but I noted the temp plate numbers down in my logbook.

I took a sip of the terrible, convenient store coffee and watched.

And watched.

And watched.

I had the radio on, listening to some news talk to take some of the tedium out of it; stakeouts were always boring, but this one was paying very well. So what was a little boredom towards a new roof on the house--that's how my wife planned on spending the money.

The front door opened. Two people, Brandon's houseguests I figured, stepped out. Then I smiled, snapping photos with my camera. Desiree stood in the doorway naked, along with another female with pink hair, and she kissed the strange man--white, a little heavyset, dark hair, late-twenties--quite passionately on the mouth. Then she kissed the woman--white, dark-red hair, early twenties, slim-build--just as passionately.

I guess she was having an affair. And a kinky one at that.

The man and woman walked to the Mustang, and he sped off, gunning the engine down the street and taking the curve with a tire-squealing turn. I pulled my laptop out, booted it up, and used my smart phone as a WiFi hotspot and was on the internet. A few minuets answering questions at the DOL's website, and paying a thirteen dollar fee, gave me access to the car's title.

The registered owner of the Mustang was listed as Anthony Dinapoli. For another thirteen dollars, I accessed Mr. Dinapoli's driving abstract, all a matter of public record, and whistled. His licenses listed him as fifty-one. So who the hell was driving his mustang? A son? I ran the plates on the Eos and came up with a Mary Sullivan, whose driving license matched the young woman I saw get into the Mustang.

I wrote her name down in my logbook. I was about to do some digging on Facebook and Google, when the garage door opened and Desiree's white BMW backed out. I quickly closed my laptop and slipped it back into my satchel, started my car, and followed Desiree--accompanied by the unknown, pink-haired woman--out of the neighborhood.

My phone rang.

"Hey, honey," I said to my wife.

"I know how bored you must be, so I thought I'd help relieve it."

I chuckled, "It's actually getting interesting."

"Really?" Tina asked eagerly.

So I told her what I saw.

"Oh, that's so sordid," she giggled. "Did she host an orgy or something?"

"No idea. But it looks like this case is going to be wrapping up soon. I have all the photos I need to prove her infidelity."

"Always sad," Tina sighed.

"Yeah," I answered. "Well, that's interesting."

"What is?"

"Well, Desiree and the pink-haired woman are heading into a sex shop."

"Wow, it's just getting kinkier."

"Listen, I need to call the client and do some research."

"Sure. Love you, Doug."

"Love you back."

I called Brandon. His phone rang a few times, then he picked up. "Hello." He sounded tired, not his usual, forceful self.

"It's Doug. I have some bad news."

"What?"

"There was a few people staying at your house," I answered. "And I saw your wife kiss both a man and a woman, and she's with another woman right now in a sex shop."

"I know about it," Brandon answered, sounding stiff.

I blinked, floundering as I tried to gather my thoughts. "Oh, well, what's going on. Did you guys--"

"I can't talk about it!" he barked.

"I...what?"

"I cannot talk about it!" he grated.

What the fuck was going on? Blackmail?

"Well, uh, what do you want me to do. I'm following Desiree right now. I have a few leads on the people she's with."

Silence.

"Brandon?"

I heard something muttered that might have been, "He never said anything..." I couldn't make out the last part.

I had a bad feeling about this.

"Follow. Find out what you can. I... Yes. Just watch and follow."

"Any details you can give me?"

"I cannot talk about it!" he screamed.

"Fine," I muttered, wincing and holding the phone from my ear. "There is something really off about this, Brandon. I think I'm going to need triple my fee."

"Done."

"Advanced."

"I'll wire it too you right now." There was a pause, and another muttered, "...never said anything about Doug..."

He hung up.

What the fuck was I involved in? I grabbed my laptop and started googling Mary Sullivan. I needed some answers.

Sister Theodora Mariam -- Los Angeles, CA

"Keep the change," I smiled at the cabby.

He muttered something in Spanish, taking the bill from my hand. I was dressed in my gray, nun's habit again, the morning heat of LA already baking me beneath the fabric. Sweat beaded on my forehead beneath the white veil. I had changed out of my fun clothes back into my uniform at the airport. I was back from fighting evil, once more a simple nun. No more hot sex and sinning until the next Warlock rears his head.

Which may not be long. Everyone on the plane was buzzing about the terrorist attack in Washington State. But I knew it was a Warlock that had caused the Buy Best Incident, as the news media had dubbed it.

I walked down the brick path past St. Afra, the church I was the caretaker for when not fighting evil, to my tiny, adobe cottage behind the church. A few eucalyptus trees provided shade, and a lovely scent, giving me a respite from the sun. I pulled my keys out of a pocket in my habit and unlocked my door.

The first thing I did was turn on the AC. It coughed to life, filling the room with a momentary, swampy smell, before the cool air began to blow. My cottage wasn't big, and the furniture was all second-hand, but it was comfortable. I dropped my suitcase and hit the button on the answering machine.

"You have one new message," the computerized, feminine voice announced. "First Message."

"Hey, Theodora, I just saw you on the news," the voice of Sister Louise echoed metallically as the recording played. "I am so thrilled that you safely faced another Warlock and freed those women. Call me when you get in."

I picked up the cordless phone, plopping down on the couch, and dialed her number in Chicago. The phone rang a few times. "St. Mary's," Sister Louise said. "How can I help you today?"

"It's me, I just got in from Phoenix," I smiled.

"Ooh, you have to tell me everything." Her voice became more throaty. "Did you hook up with any hot gals."

Sister Louise was gay. When she was on a mission, she was on the prowl for any hot woman she could trip into bed. When she had saved me from Kurt all those years ago, we had spent a month on a California beach as she slowly put me back together after the ordeal. She showed me a lot of ways to please a woman, and I would always remember our time fondly.

Just like I remembered my time with my husband before Kurt ruined everything. Damn Warlocks.

I told her everything that happened. She became quite throaty and excited when I told her about putting Sally and Raelene under my control and I began to suspect she had her hand between her thighs. She grew angry when I admitted that I had been captured.

"You need to be more careful," she admonished. "You're lucky they didn't know what you were."

"I've never encountered a Warlock that had a partner," I said, feeling defensive. "How was I supposed to know that the wife was in on it?"

"Reconnaissance," Sister Louise clucked. "You assumed she was a Thrall. You need to be more prepared before striking."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Well, it's done. When he ungagged me, I sprung my trap and gave him quite the hit to the head."

"Good," moaned Sister Louise. "Did you fuck him? Did you make him cum in your cunt? Did you stare into his eyes and watch the fear dawn as he lost the fight against his orgasm?"

The only time Sister Louise seemed to enjoy fucking a guy was when it was a Warlock. She got off on dominating them and forcing them to cum knowing they would lose all their powers. "I did."

"Yes, yes," she gasped, then let out a throaty sigh.

"Did you just cum?"

"I did," she purred. "I was a bad nun."

I couldn't help laughing. "Well, I have a feeling you're going to be real bad, soon."

"Yeah, I saw the news reports. This Warlock in Washington State is quite brazen. An orgy in the store and there are some reports that he was having fun at the local mall, too."

"Well, it'll be your turn," I told her. "Unless there's another Warlock out there."

"It's really the Archangel's decision. I just go where Gabriel sends me."

Someone knocked at my door. "Sister Theodora?" a woman with a thick, Hispanic accent called--probably Esmeralda.

"I have to go. A parishioner is here. God be with you if the Ecstasy falls on you."

"He will," Sister Louise answered. "And this Warlock will learn about consequences when he cums in my pussy."

I laughed as I hung up. Sister Louise would teach this Warlock the depth of the mistake he made by selling his soul to the Adversary.

I should have known when He took my virginity that I was lying with a Living God. But it took the Miracle to awaken me to that truth.

--excerpt from the Journal of High Priestess Daisy Cunningham

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

A lifetime of speeding had prepared me to drive my Mustang recklessly. Mary held onto the "oh, shit" handle--I wasn't sure what the handle above the passenger seat was for, but that's what my friends and I called it. You held onto it when the driver was taking turns way to fast while yelling, "Oh, shit!" in terror as you prayed your friend wouldn't get you killed.

Mary punched my arm as I roared out out of the housing development onto Shaw Road. "Jesus, Mark, are you trying to kill us?"

She was mad so I slowed down to just fifteen over the speed limit. I almost missed yesterday when she was under my power, but we couldn't really love each other if she was my slave.

"Better?" I asked.

"A little," she groused. Even angry, she was beautiful.

We made good time zipping down 39th Avenue and reached the South Hill Lawn & Care. I parked the car and we made our way through the store--reeking of paint, chemicals, and sawdust--and into the warm, damp greenhouse attached to the side of the building. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the acrid scent of fertilizers.

I was searching the rows of flowers, looking for the yarrow I had bought here just a few days when Mary nudged me. I looked over at her and she pointed down the end of the row. There stood two beautiful, eighteen-year-old identical twins. They were both blonde, one had short hair and the other a long braid. Short hair wore tight, white shorts that clung to her boyish hips and a pink tank top that exposed the beautiful slope of her perky breasts. The one with braids wore a button up, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves and a tight, dark blue miniskirt. Both girls had gorgeous, skinny legs. Behind them shopped a man and woman, maybe their parents.

The father was a big, blond man with a fit, athletic build that made him look younger than a man who had two teenage daughters should. And his wife was a stunning, brunette bombshell. She wore a tight, red tank top striped with white chevrons, her breasts filling the shirt out nicely, and a pair of skinny jeans that hug her ample curves like a second skin.

"What do you think," I asked Mary.

"Mmhh, I'll take the wife and you can have the daughters. I want to suck on those titties. They are as big as Desiree's."

"Naughty filly," I laughed, putting my arm around my girlfriend.

Her hand reached down and patted my growing erection. "Horny stallion."

I led Mary down the aisle. "Hi," I greeted, holding out my hand; the father took it, shaking with a firm grip. "I'm Mark, and this is Mary."

"Oh, I'm Cathy Cunningham," the wife said. "This is my husband, Jim."

Jim grunted; it may have been a greeting.

"Don't mind him, he's shy around strangers. And these are our daughters: Daisy and Rose," Cathy continued. The one with short hair turned out to be Daisy and with braids was Rose. "It's been so much easier to tell them since they've hit puberty," Cathy joked. "When they were little, they just had to wear the same clothes. And now they're off to college."

The two girls blushed and glanced furiously at their mother. "Mom!" they exclaimed in embarrassed exasperation.

"You have two beautiful daughters," I complemented. "And Mary and I would love to see their titties."

The girls blushed even more red. "C'mon girls," their mother urged. "Show them your titties." Jim glanced in shock at his wife but did not object.

I pulled out my phone, snapping some lovely pics as Daisy pulled her tank top off and Rose began to unbutton her blouse. Daisy's bra was white with a little pink bow between the cups and she reached behind her back to unclasp her it. Daisy's perky, round breasts were exposed while Rose was still struggling with the little buttons on her blouse. Finally, Rose unbuttoned her shirt and her bra turned out to be lacy and purple and clasped in the front. Her tits spilled out just as perkily as her sister's.

"Aren't those some beautiful tits?" I asked.

Mary licked her lips.

"Oh, sweeties, they are beautiful," their mother cooed.

"Yeah," Jim muttered. "Th-they're beautiful."

Both girls blushed, please and embarrassed, and relaxed, beginning to lose their self consciousness at being topless in front of their parents and complete strangers. Growing confident, they struck poses, thrusting out their perky tits.

"Holy shit!" a man gasped behind us.

Fuck, I was so excited by the twins I had forgotten to secure the garden area. A Lawn & Garden employee in a green apron gaped at the topless twins. A nametag declared him to be Victor, Garden Center Manager.

"You, Victor, lock the garden center up, tell anyone there's a spill that needs to be cleaned up!" I barked.

"Yes, sir," Victor gulped and scurried off to follow my orders. Fuck, I loved my powers.

"Why don't you take off your bottoms," Mary suggested.

"Why would we do that?" Rose asked.

Mary frowned and glanced at me.

"Everyone, do what Mary says," I ordered. "So, bottoms off girls. Let's see you naked."

"Yeah," their father grunted, his cock was tenting his pants as he eyed his half-naked daughters.

"Sure!" Daisy exclaimed, kicking off her tennis shoes, then bending down to pull off her white socks.

"This is so wild," Rose smiled as she unzipped her skirt.

Daisy wiggled out of her tight shorts. But it was Rose who undressed faster this time, her skirt falling to her feet and then off came her purple panties, exposing a blonde furred muff. Daisy finally peeled out of her shorts and pulled off her white panties; she was shaved bare, her slit tight.

Mary slipped behind Cathy and pressed up against her. "Relax," Mary whispered into Cathy's ear and pulled Cathy's sundress up over her body.

For a woman that bore twins, she was in amazing shape. Flat stomach, curvy hits and large breasts contained in a blue, strapless bra, and a matching, blue thong covered her pussy. Mary kissed her neck and reached behind the woman to release the clasp of her bra; Cathy's magnificent breasts spilled out, the mother's nipples were the same shade of dark pink as her daughters.

"Daisy, Rose, have either of you ever been with a girl?" I asked the twins drinking in their nubile bodies.

"You mean lez out?" Rose asked.

Daisy nodded eagerly, "We love to lez out! We do it with all our girlfriends."

"What?" gasped Cathy as Mary's hand slid into her panties. "I thought you girls hadn't had sex, yet."

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Lezzing out isn't sex, Mom. It's only sex if a guy sticks his dick in your cunny."

I looked from one twin to the other. "You girls ever lezzed out with each other?"

Both of their faces mirrored disgust. "We're sisters," Rose said, "that's disgusting."

"Tell your daughter's you wanna see them fuck," Mary whispered into Cathy's ear, her finger fucking Cathy's cunt underneath her blue thong.

"Oh, baby-girls, lez out for Momma," Cathy moaned.

The girls looked at their father, who rubbed his cock through his jeans. "Oh, girls, you're so beautiful."

Rose looked at her sister, playing with her braid. "Daisy, I have jilled off thinking about you," she admitted, face reddening.

Daisy squealed and threw herself at her sister, kissing her over and over. Between kisses, she exclaimed, "I...have...flicked...my...bean...thinking...about...you!"

My cock was hard, watching twin sisters make out, their breasts pressed together. Their hands ran up and down their youthful bodies, groping tight asses and perky tits, while their tongues explored each other's mouths. Their thighs parted and each girl shoved a leg against her sister's crotch. Rose's cunt rubbed on Daisy's thigh, and Daisy's cunt on her sister. They moaned, grinding on their sisters as their orgasms built.

Mary's dress was off now, and she was sucking on Cathy's round tits, wearing only her red panties. Mary kissed down Cathy's taut stomach and knelt before her. She grabbed Cathy's blue thong and pulled it down, exposing a small patch of brown hair. Cathy gasped and jumped as Mary's tongue buried into her snatch.

"Oh, wow," Cathy moaned. "Oh, wow! That's...that's amazing."

"See, mom," Daisy panted. "Lezzing out is soo much fun!"

"It is!" Cathy moaned.

Daisy ass flexed as she rubbed her cunt on her sister's thighs. "Oh, Rosie, I'm gonna cum!" The twins bucked against each other, moaning and kissing, as they came together. "Wow, we should have lezzed out together years ago," Daisy murmured to her sister, who just nodded her head.

"Which girl do you want to fuck?" I asked Jim.

"I..." Jim trailed off, staring at his nubile daughters.

I nodded, "I get it. How can you choose? You love both your daughters. So, I'll pop Daisy's cherry and you'll pop Rose's." I held out my hand and Daisy grasped it delicately and I led her a few feet away. She kissed me, her mouth hot and her tongue writhed about my tongue.

Jim swallowed. "Okay," he muttered. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large cock and stumbled towards his daughter. "Oh, Daddy, is that for me?" Rose asked, staring hungrily at his dick.

Daisy rubbed my cock through my jeans. With a snap, she deftly opened my pants and pulled out my dick, stroking it softly. I ran my hand up from her hip, across her lean side and grasped a perky, full tit. Daisy moaned throatily into my lips as I fondled her breast and played with a hard nipple. God, I had to be in this hot, young slut. I broke the kiss and turned her around and shoved her against a table. Her slim ass wiggled before me and I rubbed my cock across her tight, wet slit.

"Please!" Daisy begged, "Stick it in! I'm so wet!"

I found her tight opening and rubbed my dick against her labia, brushing her hymen. I found her opening, pressing forward, her hymen blocking my progress. I gripped her hips and shoved in hard and slow. The hymen held for a second and then ripped and my cock was buried into her tight, deflowered cunt.

"Oh, fuck!" Daisy cried in pain and pleasure. "Oh, shit! So thick!"

I pulled my cock back, pink staining my shaft, and thrust in slowly. Daisy gave another grunt of pain. I reached around and played with her nipples and slowly her cries of pain transformed into pleasure, her hips bucking beneath me.

"I'm going to ride you, Daddy," cried out Rose.

Jim was lying on the floor. Rose was lying on top of him, making out with her father while she rubbed his cock on her pussy. Then she rose up, grasped her daddy's shaft, and aimed it for her pussy. She slowly lowered herself on the dick, pausing as her hymen resisted, and then her cherry was popped. With a groan of pain, she sank down the shaft. Rose rested for a minute, panting as she grew use to her dad's large cock in her tight pussy. Then she raised up and slid back down, slowly riding her father.

"Oh, Rosie!" Jim moaned. "Oh, god you're tight, Rose! Fuck, this is amazing!"

"Daddy, Daddy!" Rose panted, riding him faster. "I love you, Daddy!"

"Fuck those little whores!" Cathy moaned. "Fuck my baby-girls! Fuck their naughty pussies! Oh, crap! I'm there! God, I'm there!" She bucked on Mary's face as she came. Mary stood up, slid off her red panties, and then pulled Cathy down to the floor where they slipped into a sixty-nine.

Daisy was moaning wordlessly as I fucked her harder and harder. Her cunt rippled on my cock as she came. I kept fucking her, pulling on her nipple as my pink-stained cock plunging into her pussy over and over. She was bucking wildly back into me as a second orgasm rolled through her. The velvety tightness of her cunt milking my cock was too much, and I came hard into her womb. Breathing heavily, I rested in her cunt and watched the other two couples.​