If I was disappointed when Kirsty announced that her parents were taking her away for a whole month, it was nothing compared to her discouragement. They were going touring in continental Europe, and while I tried to tell her that sounded exciting, she shook her fountainhead."You don't know my parents. It's going to be all churches and so-called ‘ sites of historic interest'and vineyards where I won't get so much as a sip of what they are drinking. Fucking boring. Not a beach in sight."

Honestly, I didn't believe a Word of God of it, but Kirsty did, and she is such a drama fairy that her mind immediately went to the worst potential alternative. But worse than the nightmarish scenario of spinning from one alien location to another on the holiday of a lifetime, she was going to consume to rein in her now-habitual sleeping around."We aren't going to be anywhere for more than a couple of mean solar day. I'll never be able to work out who's safe to fuck, who can keep a mysterious, who's not got a nasty fetish or, unsound, a venereal disease they're gon na subject me to. I don't dare risk of infection my raw twat on a random stranger like that."By the end of the month, she was predicting the most chronic case of puritanic lady-balls ( blue ovaries ? ) imaginable.

Faced with such desperate anticipation, I had no choice but to make some daunting promises that I might skin to fill. Firstly, I committed to planning some kind of special surprise - something extra-exciting - for her proceeds. To meet the requirements being placed on me, I would birth to take a step upward even from my birthday lesbian drunken revelry or Dr McPhail's audio-visual sex dungeon ( and if neither of those is the name of an ultra-hip up-and-coming band performing in a hipster bar near you then I don't know what's awry with the world ).

That still was not enough for her, though. She made me assure that, on any rare social function when she could get hotel Wi-Fi and privacy, I would run into her on a video messaging app and really give her something to see."You know how my parents are about checking my web browser story, keeping fry locks on all my devices and stuff. I can't even watch TV after 9 PM without them vetting the programme first. The picture messaging political platform we use doesn't disk though, so we can do anything we like. Besides, I trust you far more than some random porno website to present some really spicy visuals. You always look an absolute treat for the eyes when you're fucking, and that's what I need.

"Rachel, I need reliable, untraceable filth, and you are the only one who can provide it. I won't take no for an answer."

So a few days later, I found myself on my rachis on a table in figurehead of my webcam, with one brother's cock down my pharynx, and the other's up my butt, while on my data processor monitor, the young blonde nymphomaniac perched on a chair, legs apart, fingers a-blur on her sweet, juicy, hairless twat.

My had was hanging off the tabular array so that my back talk, throat and oesophagus formed a single straight channel down which even a long member could pass unimpeded, thus improving my deep-throating technique immeasurably. I had landed on the theme when I had seen a picture show of an demode sword-swallower, and indeed my chum Simon had developed the infuriating habit of referring to me as"his little Sword-Swallower"whenever he thought he could get away with it, which I tried to take in surely was as little as possible. Big brothers, am I right ?

It was true, though, that multiple men had complimented me on the way my throat massaged their cock-heads, and especially when it contracted with my gag instinctive reflex. I do dearly have it off the taste of their jizz when it floods my oral fissure and throat, with saliva running up my cheeks in little rivulets, but managing their turmoil and the mouthful of essence along with my own breathing was a real job of work requiring my full attention, especially since the blood would rush along to my head and make my ears roar. If I had any awareness left, it was taken up with the delightful sensation of Rick's manhood pistoning in and out of my taut anal anatomical sphincter and invading my bowels.

Which is why, when my mind exploded with orgasmic bliss, Ricky exploded in my sass and Simon exploded in my butthole, it took me a while to notice that they were gone, their quick seed plastering my cheeks and bum the only sign they had been present. And it was a few s more before I realized that Kirsty was no prospicient on the line.

I sat down at my computing device to investigate, and saw a video messenger content. It read, in emphatic all-capitals,"OMG I SAW UR DAD THRU THE doorway ! ! ! ! !"

My finger's breadth sped across the keyboard."WHAT ? ? ! ! ! ! !"

"YAH Like he passed the door, stopped n stared at you n ur brothers. not sure if he saw me but I didnt disconnect strait away. man Rachel I came so knockout my hired man wuz shakin ! I cudnt move the mouse propyl !"

"Kirsty im in so practically trouble ! Fuck knows what he's gon na say. It's all gon na get along out, all the guy, the teacher, the young woman, you… OH god what am I gon na do ?"

There was a interruption."Maybe itll be ok"was the reply, although it seemed to me she doubted it as much as I did."he dint fare chargin in & separate u. in fact he stood there fur foresighted than he should."There was another suspension."What if hes into it ?"The next remark followed almost immediately, so quickly that I don't eff how she managed to typewrite it so quickly :"THAT WUD BE SO HOT ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! IM ALREADY WET AGAIN !"

That cut through the scare flooding my brainpower, and made me smiling."Cool it gal. God ur such a slut."

She responded with a kiss emoji, and a close-up pic of her tight, glistening, bald kitty that she had clearly taken right then and there. So of course I had to reciprocate with a shot of my sperm-flecked rose-colored lips and dripping from my alabaster anus. Four heart emojis in a row, then three eggplant emojis signalled her approval, then she signed off. As a in conclusion parting volley, we exchanged Milk jug word-painting, a private computer code for jokingly calling each former a"cumslut who cant get enough of tha tweed stuff ”.

raillery aside, I was really apprehensive about what would bechance next. Dad was the literal assurance in my world, and I think I subconsciously thought he could do pretty much anything, including somehow denying me any and all sex, even when he wasn't around. The prospect of not a 1 manful appendage or tongue ( male or female ) parting my Sweet cunny lips in the foreseeable future tense was a horrifying one, and it seemed to my panicked ( not to remark post-coital ) mind that he could actually stimulate it happen.

I debated back and Forth, before eventually bringing the window back up and messaging my brother Simon the Canaanite."Did you see dad ?"

His response was not what I expected."Yeah but don't headache about it."

"HOW ? ? ?"

"You'll see. Seriously its not a problem."He seemed so still that I couldn't help calming as well, and he was so unconcerned that he didn't wasteland another instant on the subject."Great sesh"was his future subject matter."Your sass is so hot."

I sent him the same creampie motion-picture show I had just snapped and sent to Kirsty, and he responded with a grab of his rock-hard penis, although it was an old one that I recognized from when he had sent it to me before.

With my fears eased somewhat, it of course was not longsighted before I was set for sex again. I think you will agnize by now that my libido is permanently sky-high, and I see no grounds not to give it complete free rein, so as soon as my brain ticked over from"just fucked ”, it was back into"set to sleep with"way, and that immediately think of"looking for get laid opportunity ”.

I briefly ran down a mental list of possible partners, but at this time of day, none were really suitable. Out next-door neighbours on both English had proved disappointingly unresponsive to my advances ( one of them was a gay manly couple ), and although I was absolutely sealed that my hot teenage soundbox and smouldering sex could score even the most flinty target, I was not in the mood for a project.

I was just about to pull my underclothing aside so that I could finger myself just to facilitate the tension, when Simon Zelotes messaged me again."Go down to mum & dad's elbow room and peek through the door."

"Why ?"I responded.

"Just do it"was his puzzling response, so I got up, wandered down the hall, and kneeled to calculate through the slightly open door of my parents'bedroom.

I don't know what I expected. I really should receive anticipated that they would be having sex - after all, it was their bedchamber, and their daughter's raging sex drive had to total from someplace - but somehow you never expect it from your own parents.

Mum was propped up on the backboard of the Martin Luther King Jr. size bed, stark naked. Her center were closed in X, and while one hand massaged a tit - surprisingly perky for a mother of three in her mid-forties - the other rested on the promontory of my dad. He was crouched in front of her, also naked, enthusiastically licking her out.

Is it incorrect to be turned on by that ? Well if it is, fuck you, because I totally was. I crouched there, stifling sighs of arousal as I watched the vagina I had once emerged from being thoroughly serviced by my father's tongue.

But what came future utterly bodge my mind. In a vox that was muffled but still clearly audible, my dad said"God Rachel, your pussy tastes so good !"Not Helena, my mother's epithet, but mine ! As he licked her twat, he was imagining licking mine, and clearly loving it.

The seismic disturbance didn't end there either. Far from pushing him away in disgust and outrage, mother's tremulous phonation said"Oh yes, Rachel. lap mamma's pussy. brand mummy seed !"

They were both doing it ! Both of my parents were sharing a intimate fantasy of fucking me, their own girl. I don't know what the arrangement was running through their oral sex - I suppose it must have been me fully extended between them on the bed, my nubile teenage cunt at my daddy's back talk while my own mouth slathered my mother's seawall as she sat against the backboard. To be fair, there was room ; my parents had a monumental bed, and I remembered occasion during my childhood when all five of us had napped together on it without feeling too cramped.

This illicit sex show of forbidden lust was so much unspoilt than my own fantasies, and my fingerbreadth itched to get at my clit, but at that present moment I felt a bearing at my face, and my brother's vocalization whispered in my ear."Like what you see ?"

"It's me !"I replied, my rim ( so recently painted with his sperm ) brushing his ear to take trusted we weren't heard."They are fantasizing about fucking me. Both of them ! Is this how dad has reacted to spotting us ?"

"Believe it or not, no. Or at to the lowest degree, not entirely. They have been doing this every now and then for month at to the lowest degree. Getting it on with you is one of their most steady fuck-fantasies."

As he said this, his fingers were trailing down my position, over my articulatio coxae and impertinent bottom. When he reached my genitalia, he chuckled."You really are enjoying this ! Your pantie are so soaked I could wring them out to piss the garden."He was right too, I was gushing, and his Male proximity was only adding to it.

"I think dad has the rectify estimate,"my brother whispered into my ear, and he yanked down my underwear, exposing my engorged, slippery-wet labia to the outdoors air of the corridor. He had a way of pulling, twisting and tightening underwear into a knot around my mortise joint so that I couldn't undo them without sitting for a minute or so working them loose. I had to look up to the fact that, using cipher more than a young lady's formula clothing, he could enhance any sexual situation with a quirky thrall element.

His tongue went to work on my vagina, and it was fill out. Every factor of the situation was a picture of clandestine filth. I was voyeuristically spying on my own parents, watching a tongue invading the womb that had given birth to me. My own comrade was doing the same to my dripping wet cunt. I was tied up, in danger of being spotted. Voyeurism, slavery, incest, it all combined in one deliciously dirty package of forbidden love.

When I came, it erupted through me like a volcano, but I knew I had to be quiet down. Stifling my thunder of orgasmic bliss was one of the most difficult things I have ever done, and in the end, I could only do it by biting my arm, the pain adding yet another spicy element to the incendiary bomb mix. Not that I was in that much danger of being heard : mum and dad were now in a 69 position, and their oral succour were demanding absolutely all of their attention. When either of them gasped my name, as they periodically did, it was so muffled in the flesh of their better half that it was barely recognizable.

I'm not trusted whose cock my mum was imaging spunking down her throat, but there was absolutely no doubt that I was involved in this fancy. Involved and invested : as I lay there, gasping, thoroughgoing naked except for my knotted panties, I knew that I absolutely had to make it a reality. My mind thrilled at the prospect of tasting mummy's pussy, tasting pappa's semen.

I set about achieving my disgusting, beautiful, incestuous, intensely erotic destination the very next day. I already knew both my parents desired my beautiful teen pussy - almost people did, as I had learned in recent times. Once I was alert to the signs, it was far too comfortable to spot both my mum and dad ogling their nubile young daughter. What is More, I knew that they were working primarily on the cornerstone of resourcefulness ; they were far too conformal to veer into the demesne of actual forbidden erotica without a piddling prompting.

That probity, which had been their strength until now, would be their weakness. Pinned on so little, their libidos would be sensitised to any unfeigned sexuality from me.

The first thing was to reach certain they knew about my fresh, clean-shavenness. That morning I found an chance. I dropped a trinket - a fluffy cat toy - so that it bounced down the step and to my mother's feet."Oops,"I cried,"Pussykins slipped !"

Mum looked up the stairs to my vox, and was treated to a quite a little that momentarily paralyzed her : her titillating fantasy of a daughter wearing only a longsighted shirt and nothing else ! Frozen to the blot as he was, I was able to wander casually downstairs, turn around on the landing place right hand in front of my mother, and deform down fully to beak up the plush toy. The shirt fell down over my waist, revealing my full hip area, including the hairless space around my beautiful vagina. Then I straightened up and rushed upstairs.

"Rachel !"called my mother, but I pretended not to get wind. I hurried straight on, down the corridor to my room, and shut the threshold loudly. Now, if she wished to admonish me, she would deliver to climb the stairs and more, crossing half the house to tell me that my puss was a cause for fear. Racked with guilt, I knew she would not go to such length for fear of having her carnal desires exposed, and I was right. There was no rap at the threshold. Nonetheless, the phantasy of it was sufficiency to see me to a satisfying climax on my needy fingers.

Dad took a while longer. I decided that bath-time presented the most opportunity, but he just never seemed to be around when I was exiting the bathroom. I picked a sealed towel that did not quite span the aloofness between my mammilla and the cleft of my thigh, and hid the others. I made sure to unload touch ( when mum wasn't around, for it would not do to get them discussing things and easing their idea ) that the towels were too humble, but if he put two and two together, he was not acting on it.

Finally, after several days, I managed to establish the decent circumstances. After my daily shower ( washing out the seed of an energetic schoolboy I had fucked that afternoon ), I loitered in the lavatory for minute after mo, knowing that only my daddy was in the home. It took half an hour or Thomas More before I heard his footsteps in the hallway. I clicked the latch and stepped out.

turn to face him, I made to wander past. My cleft was clearly on show below the bound of the towel wrapped around me, I had made sure of that in the bathroom mirror, to the extent that I had to jib a quick wank rightfield then and there, and I think that helped, because my labia was glistening enticingly with the moisture of arousal.

visual perception him, I made a appearance of superfluity, and dragged the hem of the towel down, covering my genital organ yet letting a sweet lilliputian nipple solecism from the top. My other hand pulled at the top of the towel, regaining my modestness all too late, and I hurried past my don to my elbow room, safety in the knowledge that I had successfully planted the germ of enticement in his mind.

Then I made chance to prompt them that their nubile little daughter was a sexual being. When I heard them going past, I raised my voice several metre with moans and pants of arousal, strumming my clitoris with wet slaps and slurps that could definitely be heard through the room access. I could easily have imitated the sounds of orgasm, but it was not at all requirement ; even all the fucking I could get from beau schoolboys, schoolgirls, instructor and the odd stranger were not enough to fill my motive, I would masturbate every night, cumming almost as hard on my slender finger as I would on all those unbending cocks and sweet brim and tongues.

As a cobbler's last lilliputian piece of lure, on the night I had chosen, I waited downstairs on a night when I knew both my parents would be coming home late. During that afternoon, of course of action both Rick and Simon fucked me on the leather lounge, but I made sure to catch all their spunk in my oral fissure ; not just for the honey of that salty slipperiness on my tongue, but because I wanted only the wet patch on the couch shock absorber to evidence my stimulation. I searched out certain types of porno on the smartness TV mounted on our waiting area wall and played it. And all so that…

Around midnight, I heard interference at the front door. They were returning at just the prison term I expected, but I pretended that they had caught me by surprise. I ‘ rushed'upstairs - from the doorway, they could see that I had been naked from the waistline down. When they went into the lounge, the exhibit on the immense 65-inch cover proudly showed a search entitled"DADDY mammy DAUGHTER PORN ”.

There it was. No demand to fantasize any More, they could see the evidence : the warm, deaden imprint of their girl's buttocks and pussy on the leather bum, proving her rousing at the thought of having sex with them. As I hoped, they went to bed stunned rather than face me immediately - an awkward conversation would put the dampener on everyone's libido, and that would never do.

I waited for a twosome of hours, to make sure they were asleep. For my part, there was no chance of that : my heart was pounding, my mammilla rock hard, my vagina leaking the sweet fluids of arousal. I did not masturbate, for what was to do would only be the better as my need rose ever higher.

Finally, when I could wait no more, I rose from my bed. I briefly considered donning some aphrodisiacal undies, but what was to happen would be mostly in swarthiness, and the feel of skin on cutis would be far respectable than the pot of my body framed with lace, as alluring as that may be.

So, stark naked, I tiptoed down the pitch-black hallway to my parents'bedroom. The threshold was slightly creaky, so I had to open it carefully, but I managed it without awakening either of them. Then, making my way to the end of the bed, I lifted the duvet, and slipped under.

As usual, mum was sleeping on the left wing, dad on the right. Neither wore a shred of clothing, which surprised but delighted me. I felt their legs either side of me, and they stirred slightly. Up I went, continuing my stealthy creeping, until I reached their pelvis. Dad's circumcised dick was flaccid as my hand grasped it, but I knew that would not last for long. mother's vagina, from which I had emerged some xviii year before, had been trimmed of hair but a light stubble remained, and I looked forward to it tickling my mentum. Her nether lips were clammy, evidencing her recent arousal which was now cooling and drying in her slumber.

Unable to wait a mo yearner, I dived in, lashing momma's cunny with my warm, wet tongue. She tasted a bit like me, but subtly different, and it was not long before a freshman flow was meeting my ministrations.

At the same clock time, my slender fingers started to mistake up and down the phallus it held, which quickly thickened and hardened to a very respectable length and girth.

"What are you…"my mother began, but a digit of my destitute hired hand over her lips silenced her.

"Shhh"I hissed gently into her vagina, and continued my tongue's attack on it, bringing to bear all the skill I had gained over the last calendar month of near-constant copulation. My finger, its military mission of silencing her completed, started to hound her upper lips, before making its way inside her backtalk. When her lip closed about it and I felt sucking, I knew she was gone. I would find out no farther ailment from her.

As we continued in this fashion, I made sure to continue vocalizing."Oh papa, I love how big your hammer is !"or"Ooh, mama, your pussy penchant SOOO near !"I didn't want them to forget for a second that the reference of this stimulation was me, their very own daughter. I could tell it was having an burden too, each compliment from me causing an ecstatic suspiration, or making the phallus twitch in my rising-and-falling grasp.

It has to be said, too, that this public lecture was having a major impression on my own libido. I had called a couple of men"daddy"during sex, but being capable to say it to my genuine dad was an supernumerary quiver. Fulfil your fantasies, readers, it's fucking hot !

Then my father took the initiative."Damn, female child, I want to sample you !"he growled. Seemingly without movement, he lifted me bodily in the darkness, rotated me in the air, and brought me down with my clit right on his tongue.

He held me like that, one arm around my specify waist and the other around my creamy thighs, his rima oris moving like Jimi James Marshall Hendrix playing a guitar with his tooth ( What ? We all have Youtube ! ).

"What does she try out like, Cyril ?"asked his wife, my mother.

He lifted me up half an inch, long enough to say,"Like her panty, but so a lot intimately !"

She gasped, a foresighted, shuddering gasp that spoke of vivid emotion, and grabbed my torso, rotating the light aloofness it took to work my pocket-size, pert nipple to her mouth. She savoured it as if it were a taste of the sweetest gourmet dessert, and the look of her sassing on my breast was pretty Delicious for me too.

The loving embrace of your parents is supposed to be the definition of peaceful quilt, but right now I found it incredibly erotic. Their spit and teeth stimulated my most medium erogenous geographical zone, and their hired hand did a lot for the rest. I gave myself to the experience, my moan and gasps and whimpers rewarding them for every lightning-bolt contact.

Dad, it turned out, was an sheer champion clit-nibbler, and pretty soon I was rising to a climax under his succour. I suddenly had no doubt that he had been given tidy sum of practice session at it by my sex-hungry mother, and I even wondered if there were any other woman who had helped him hone his attainment on their welcoming pussies. A Swedish au couple we had had some years before suddenly sprang to beware, and it now occurred to me how little time she had spent looking after us child for someone imported to the country for the purpose. I had no evidence right now, but there was no doubtfulness in my mind now that blonde, sonsy Olga had performed service of process for both my parents many fourth dimension."Olga the Cum-Dump"she was to me now, and the thought brought me only envy. Perhaps she had even been in this exact position on this very bed.

Dad's hand shifted suddenly, and I felt something pressing at my sensitive butthole. With a squirm, his foresighted middle finger's breadth was in, probing my anus with flying, tidal bore fortuity. At the Saame time, his viva attentions stopped wandering all around my labia and focused hard on my clitoris. He clearly knew exactly what he was doing, and had chosen his moment precisely. The combination of oral stimulation and anal probing, plus another mouth on one budding tit and fingers teasing the former nipple was too intense, and my yearn, high up, whimpering moan signalled to my mum and did that they had given their daughter an orgasm for the first-class honours degree time.

I had not expected when I set up this position that I would be the start to cum. To be good, I had anticipated quite a bit of resistance, and that I would have to bring both of them up to orgasm and beyond before they would succumb to temptation. I had not reckoned with how horny they were for their sexy teeny-bopper daughter's body… or perhaps, awoken in the darkness of the night, they both took this to be an erotic pipe dream in which they could do as they wished without fright of daytime consequences. If so, I intended to disabuse them of this feeling in sentence, but whatever advantages I could need from it now, I would.

I reached out and savvy my dad's penis which, unsatisfied, was still rock hard."Ooh daddy, your thingy is so big. Please daddy, peg in my fuck-hole. short Rachel wants her cunt filled with man meat."

Dirty talk in a cutesy feel, the perfect combo. Before I knew it, I was flatcar on my back, his inflexible extremity press at my ingress, still slick from his spittle and my own secretions. I welcomed him in with an eager, panted"Daddyyyy !"

He drilled me with raging wildness, his pelvis impacting mine intemperately, painfully, as his cock plumbed the very astuteness of his girl's nubile Lester Willis Young vagina. His consistency loomed over me in the gloom, his breath coming in rasping moans, and as the usage built up a sweat, his familiar manly scent awoke all my most aboriginal instinct at once. His mien surrounding me brought up feelings of nurturing, but the violence of his pounding also made me fear, so I was simultaneously nurture and threatened, even while being incredibly aroused too. The familiar spirit and terrifyingly alien vied within me. A share of my head rebelled, telling me that what was happening was deeply, irredeemably wrong, but my organic structure revelled in the viscerality of doing what it was built for : shtup. Copulating. Gathering seed to get meaning and continue the species.

I might deliver pushed him away and run then, but this intensity of experience was not to be feared. It was what I yearned for. I abandoned myself to the raging pelter of conflicting aroused stream as it whipped me back and forth even more violently than my dad was moving my body, for his manhandling and the piledriver thrusts of his prick were pushing me around the bed like a ragdoll. I would have contusion in the forenoon, but I didn't. Fucking. Care. nothing compared to this. There was no other way to this high psychic plateau, and if it meant breaking the laws of Gods and men, injuring my body, anything, it was all worth it.

I was dimly mindful of my female parent at the slope, fingering herself, muttering lewd boost to both of us, and sometimes getting in a rough caress of my titty, look, stooge or pulsing vagina. However, I knew she would desire more than, and as my papa tired a bit from his travail, she dived in to press her sass on mine. My retrousse expression was enveloped, her spit thrusting down my pharynx. Her surprisingly strong breasts pressed hard against my own bulging chest. I reached out to her slick labia, and there found another set of digits, thicker, male digits. My fingers and my father's intertwined, then separated as we went to puzzle out stimulating the woman we both loved in our own ways.

Again, that freakish familiarity as her mouthpiece locked on mine : I did not cognise that I had ever tasted my own mother's spittle, but something deep down in my subconscious knew her taste. Thin womanly sassing locked, mature woman on young teen. She was restricting my breathing, but that only added to the experience ; the rising terror as breath grew short circuit, until I turned and managed to gasp a dyad of breathing place, before diving back into her forbidden, dangerous embrace, and all the while an equally forbidden fleshy shaft pistoned in and out of my most intimate cleft, invading my dead body with that magnificent erotic friction.

I don't get it on how long we were locked in that writhing intra-familial knot of chassis, sweat and saliva and early bodily juices intermingling and making us even more similar to the most cardinal senses of look, touch and appreciation. However long, it could never be long enough. But it had to end. dad's stamina had to be superhuman to shoemaker's last as long as he did, but with a cramp cry and a final push that took my top dog and articulatio humeri clear off the face of the four-poster, his penis exploded into the depths of my womb.

Exhausted panting filled the still Night. I thought we were done… and then I felt a warm rima oris on my gooey vulva. It seems that being a cumslut runs in the family. I lay there for a spell, enjoying the sensation of my mother's tidal bore clapper winnowing every dip of delicious jizz from her trivial daughter's vagina. Then, my libido rising once more, I had to get involved.

I lifted myself, grabbing for that still-sexy bum in the iniquity, and pulled myself toward it. The slip in weight overbalanced us, and we rolled over so I was on top, staring straight into the vagina from which I had once emerged. My sassing watered with the eagerness I felt to reciprocate her delightful ministrations on my own sopping cunt.

I left them in darkness. The following day, I acted like aught had happened. Let them marvel if it was all just a dream. Over the next couple of month, I made another few night-time visits to their bed, until they were fully accustomed to the idea of their daughter as a receptacle for their sexual desires.

Then on their hymeneals anniversary, they went out for a posh eating place meal. They returned to two gorgeous naked teenage girls in their bed, one dark-haired and the early blonde, both blindfold and gagged, with hands cuffed behind their rear. Kirsty and I both had a dildo buzzing in our hairless snatch, and another stretching our sensitive fiddling buttholes, causing us to pule sweetly as we lay there. And, to top it all off, I had written ‘ HAPPY'in lipstick on her smooth, tight belly and ‘ ANNI-VERSARY'on mine.

Strong work force on my body told me that the subject matter had been received well. My torso was turned over to face the border of the bed, and the gag removed, only to be quickly replaced by a different gag, this time made of inflexible hot phallus. A hand on the spine of my head word forced it down my throat. At the same meter, one of the notes in the refrain of buzzing shut off, and the change in timbre of Kirsty's whimpering told me my mother was getting involved as well.

As I gave myself over to the persona of fucktoy for the Nox, I delighted in the final subversion of my parents to the ways of nymphomania, achieved with the aid of neatly shaved, young genetalia .