Her tongue rammed into my pussy, fucking deep into me. I gasped and bucked, wanting to slide my mouth up Daddy’s cock. But his grip was strong, holding my head down. Pain flared in my scalp. I stopped squirming, relaxing, taking more and more of Daddy’s cock while rapture swelled out of my pussy.
My lips pressed into Daddy’s pubic hair. Only then would he let me slide back up his throat. I sucked hard the entire way, my hips wiggling. My pussy clenched on Mommy’s tongue. She groaned and slurped, drinking my juices as they poured out.
Her fingers found my clit. She rubbed it while she nuzzled. My toes curled. The pleasure built in my core, a growing orgasm. My mouth reached the top of Daddy’s cock, only the crown remaining in my lips. I tried to pop my head off to ask permission to cum.
But Daddy didn’t give me any slack.
He yanked on my braid, pulling me back down his cock. He groaned as I slid down it. His eyes burned with pleasure. I saw it. He knew I wanted to ask permission to cum, to give into Mommy’s sweet tonguing, and he denied me the opportunity.
“Her ass is wiggling,” Daddy groaned. “Is she getting hot? Does the little slut want to cum on her mommy’s face?”
“Mmm, I think she does.” Mommy licked up at my slit, starting at my clit and ending at my sheath She probed it before moaning, “But she’s a good girl. She won’t cum without your permission.”
I wanted to grit my teeth, but that was impossible with Daddy’s cock stuffed into it. I let go his balls and grabbed the comforter with both hands. I clenched, grunting against the pleasure Mommy’s tongue created while I savored the thrill of bobbing my mouth on Daddy’s dick.
My pussy clenched over and over. I squirmed. The hot itch grew in my core. It needed to be released. To explode through me. But I wouldn’t let it. No matter how hard Mommy rubbed at my clit or tongued at my pussy.
“Such a sweet cunt,” Mommy moaned as she pleasured me. “Oh, Sir, we created such a delicious daughter together.”
“Yes, we did,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.
Both his hands gripped my head. He fucked my mouth up and down his cock, his dick slamming down my throat. His hips thrust up from the bed as he slammed me down, crushing my lips into his pubic hair, his balls slapping my chin. He grunted each time. I moaned about his dick, focusing on pleasing him, trying to ignore Mommy’s wonderful tongue in my cunt.
But it was so hard.
My entire body clenched as I fought against it. A low, throaty groan rose as Daddy fucked my mouth. It was so hard. My toes curled. I tore at the comforter, struggling to rip it to pieces with my fingernails as the pleasure swelled. Her lips nibbled on my labia and clit. Her tongue caressed me. She fucked a pair of fingers in and out of my depth.
“What a fucking slut,” groaned Daddy. “The way she sucks. Oh, yes, she’s being such a good girl.”
“She is,” moaned Mommy, delight in her voice. She savored my squirming hips. “Cum down her throat. Pour it right into the little whore’s stomach. That’s why we raised her. To be your cum dump.”
“Yes,” groaned Daddy.
His fingers dug into the sides of my head. He slammed my moth down his cock. I was so helpless, so at his mercy. Those wonderful feelings swelled the orgasm in my depths. My mother’s tongue flailed through my cunt’s folds. I held back the explosion with every ounce of my will.
“Fuck!”
Daddy’s cock erupted. It throbbed in my throat. He dumped his cum straight into my stomach. A warm, hot flood. My orgasm demanded to explode. To fill me with bliss. I squeezed my eyes shut as he grunted over and over.
Then he fell back into the pillows, satiated.
His hands let go of my braid. I popped my lips off his dick and moaned, “May I cum, Daddy?”
“No,” he said, his eyes on mine, so strong, so hard.
Mine widened. “Please, Daddy? Please? I need it. Mommy’s tongue… Oh, god, Daddy. I can’t… I can’t.”
“You can’t cum until your sister Alice makes you,” Daddy commanded. “June, stop licking the slut’s cunt. If she cums, I’m spanking you both.”
“Wouldn’t that be fun,” Mommy giggled. Then she took a last lick up my pussy, nice and slow. I gasped my hips rising with her. She slid up through my taint and brushed my sphincter before rising. I collapsed on the bed, a ball of trembling frenzy.
“Daddy,” I moaned, my pussy on fire.
“You will have to get your sister to lick your cunt,” he said.
“How?” Tears beaded my eyes. He and Mommy took such delight in my torment.
“You’re a smart girl,” he said. “Now you and your mommy need to shower and get started on breakfast.”
* * *
I was a trembling ball of frustration all morning. Mommy teased me more as we showered, working her finger into my ass while she pretended to wash me. She was a master manipulator, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and backing me off. Then we rushed out naked to make breakfast.
“Oh, it’s so nice to be naked around the house,” Mommy said, the pair of us in our aprons to protect us from the grease. “I miss it. When your Daddy and I first married, I always went around naked in the house, often with a butt plug in my ass.”
I blushed, remembering that thrill.
Then we set about cleaning the house. With both of us, it flew by. By noon we were done. We had a light lunch with Daddy. Then, to my surprise, Daddy ordered us to get dressed. He had our outfits laid out. I rushed upstairs and found my red skirt out and a white boob tube. I pulled that on first, my tits molding to it, and then the red skirt. It fell over my bruised ass and a few inches past, leaving most of my legs bare.
Then I rushed downstairs.
Mommy joined us a few minutes later in her normal attire–ankle length, dark-brown skirt, and a beige blouse tucked in and buttoned to the her neck. But I could tell by how her breasts moved and molded to the blouse she wore no bra beneath.
“Alice needs to be picked up,” Daddy said as he sat in his recliner watching a baseball game.
Without being told, I headed to the fridge to get Daddy a beer while Mommy kissed him good by and headed out the door, with a smack applied to her ass. I came back with the beer and perched on the arm of Daddy’s chair, squirming as my ass ached.
It wasn’t long before Mommy and Alice returned. My pussy clenched as I heard them walk up to the house. How could I get Alice to make me cum? My sister and I did not get along. She was such a noisy, obnoxious brat. She never did her chores. She always shirked her responsibility. Her room was a mess–I had to clean it the first day after she left.
Daddy spanked her all the time even now that she was eighteen.
She never learned.
The door opened and Alice trooped in. She looked a lot like me and mom, though her hair wasn’t our dark brown but a tawny shade. It fell loose about her neck, not in a proper braid. She was taller than me, her body slim, her tits small mounds, not nice and round like mine. She wore a pink dress, a single piece, that fell down to her thighs, and knee-high white socks.
“Hey, Dad,” she said. She didn’t so much as walk into the room and slump in. She dropped her backpack onto the middle of the living room floor and then fell back on the couch, musing the pillows I had fluffed and pulling the blanket half off the top of the couch. “Oh, I am tired. We were up all night.” Her eyes flicked to me, widened. “What are you wearing, Melody?”
“My new outfit,” I said, head straight. I hoped she saw the choker about my neck, though I doubt she would understand the significance.
“Jesus, Dad, you never let me wear a skirt that short.”
“You’ve never been a good girl.” He stared at her. “Your mother told me how you behaved at your grandparents.”
Alice shrugged. “It was so boring. I should have stayed home. But I see Melody’s been having fun playing Mommy. You even braided your hair and bought a similar piece of jewelry.” Her smile grew. “Think you can play Mommy in the bedro–”
“Alice Rachel Johnson,” Daddy boomed.
I squeaked in fright and almost fell off his chair. He pushed down the recliner and stood up. I hopped off, the seat rocking. He towered over Alice as she squirmed on the couch, her face paling, the sneer vanishing from her lips. Daddy seized her chin, lifting her gaze.
“You were disobedient to your mother and made it more difficult to care for your grandparents. You will march up to my bedroom, go into my closet, and fetch the black leather belt. Right now, young lady!”
“Yes, Daddy,” she squeaked.
Daddy let go of her neck and she bolted out of the living room for the stairs, skirt swirling about her legs. A smile crossed Daddy’s lips. His cock tented his jeans. He stood with his arms crossed, his muscles stretching his shirt. They were always so tight.
“Did you see how eager she was, June?”
“I did, Sir,” Mommy smiled. “For the last two weeks, I told her you would give her a spanking to remember if she didn’t behave. She kept defying me. I could see it in her eyes. She wants Daddy to spank her hard.”
“She takes after her mother.” Then Daddy glanced at me as I stood by his chair. “And her sister.”
“We’re nothing alike,” I gasped. “She’s such a brat. She never obeys and always is causing trouble. Look, she just left her bag in the middle of the living room and–”
“Quiet, slave.”
I clamped my mouth shut and lowered my head. “Yes, Daddy.”
Alice scampered back down the stairs, her face flushed, a thick, leather belt coiled in her hands. She ran up to Daddy and presented the belt. Then she bent over the arm of the couch, the position she was always spanked in.
I never realized how eager she was to obey Daddy when he spanked her. At no other time would she move with such speed when given a chore or task. She would always drag her feet, whine and complain, throw little fits, anything to get out of doing what she was told.
And here she was, eager to be spanked. I glanced at her face. Her dark eyes twinkled. Her hips gave an eager sway, a movement I knew so well from the many times I had been spanked or flogged, that urge to feel the stinging smack, yearning for the pain that would burn into pleasure.