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Chapter 11: Day-by-Day, On The Road to Hell
When you’re living on the edge like I am, every day seems like a lifetime, and the only respite from it all is to finally fall into a drained and dreamless sleep.
To be honest I didn’t really take Nico’s bet over Annita seriously – not at first. Not until Monday afternoon when Annie got back from school and told me about the black boys that Alice had forced her to fuck during the lunch break.
“Oh God Daddy it was terrible,” Annita sobbed as I held her in my arms. We’d just got back home after dropping Alice at her house. I have to say that the young blonde bombshell had looked in great shape as she’d almost skipped out of school, and danced up her driveway, humming to herself.
“What happened baby?” I soothed, stroking my daughter’s long brown hair. In her school uniform I always thought she looked younger than 14 years old.
“Alice made me do it with three of the black boys from the sixth form,” Annie said with a shiver. “They paid her, and then they each took turns making me suck them, and then had sex with me.” She shuddered as she told me the horror story of her day.
“I hate it when she does that sweetheart. Treating you like a prostitute is just disgusting, and I wish she wouldn’t do it. I’m sorry baby.”
“It’s not that Daddy. It’s not just for the money. She told me it’s because she wants to make sure I get pregnant. Nico asked her to only get black boys to have sex with me. She says that if I have a black baby, then she will get me as her whore!” And she burst out sobbing again.
“Oh my God Annie, what are we going to do?” I felt helpless. If we didn’t do something soon my daughter would end up either pregnant or with a disease – maybe even AIDS.
“You’ve got to do it Daddy. You’ve got to win me in Nico’s bet. It’s the only way.”
I shook my head. She sounded stronger than I felt. But I couldn’t do it – could I?
Annita broke away from my hug and stepped back to look up at me.
“You’ve got to do it Dad,” she said sternly. Her bottom lip was trembling, but her voice was firm. “You’ve got to make me pregnant or Nico will give me to Alice, and then I’ll be her slave forever.”
She turned and trudged up the stairs to her bedroom – a sad and lonely figure. The situation was driving me crazy, but I still couldn’t resist looking up her skirt as she climbed, catching a glimpse of her pale thighs as she reached the top.
I checked my watch - it was time for me to give Sarah her next set of drugs.
Since Nico and his young brother had left on Friday night I’d been following the schedule he’d set for me to turn my wife into an addict. Every few hours I needed to give her a cocktail of pills and injections that either kept her drowsy, or took her high.
I’d called her office first thing this morning and told them that she was sick with the flu. Said she needed to stay in bed and wouldn’t be in all week. They hadn’t seemed too concerned about her, so I didn’t offer more information.
Looking down at Sarah lying on the bed, naked and curled into a foetal position, she was still half asleep from the last pill I’d given her – a red one like the ‘Date Rape’ pill I’d used on Friday, plus an injection of diluted cocaine.
She looked peaceful and content, and I wondered how she’d feel if she knew what was happening to her, or what had a
eady happened to her.
I remembered Friday night and the way those black boys had used her, and my cock started giving me ideas of maybe taking advantage of her myself. It had been a long time since we’d had sex, and anyway she’d never know. I stripped off my clothes and rubbed my cock to full hardness.
Sarah was totally relaxed as I rolled her over and pushed her legs apart. Her eyes were open, but they were distant and unfocused. She smiled a little as I positioned her on the bed.
There was something particularly wicked about what I was planning to do – rape my own wife while she was drugged and virtually unconscious.
Her shaved pussy lips looked pink and moist, and easy to penetrate, and I slid a finger inside her, remembering how I’d had to watch those boys fuck her, and clean her up for their next turn. Now it was going to be my turn.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of Annita’s voice behind me, and blushed as I turned to face her.
Annie looked from my embarrassed face, to my rigid cock, and down to the spread legs of her mother.
“You’re not going to have sex with her Daddy are you, not after what I just said?”
I felt terrible standing there - ashamed, and I avoided meeting her stare.
“You can’t do it with her any more Daddy. Not if you’re going to make me pregnant. I need all of it Daddy. Or do you want those black boys to take me?” She sounded both angry and matter of fact. And I had to agree with her logic.
After a few seconds of waiting for an answer, looking up at me, she started to take off her school uniform.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled. My throat felt dry and it was hard trying to get my voice working again.
As she unzipped her grey pleated skirt and let it fall to the carpet she said, “Well, if you’re ready to have sex with Mummy, then you can do it to me instead. Three black boys did me today, so you have to do it to me as well.”
I was shocked. Not just at the idea of committing incest again, but by the tone of her voice and the way that my daughter was thinking. To her it sounded like the most natural thing in the world.
When she was naked Annita sat on the edge of my bed and reached out for me, wrapping her slim fingers around the hot, stiff shaft of my cock.
“Come on Daddy, it’s not that hard to do it to me is it?” And she pulled me closer, opening her legs so that I could stand directly in front of her, and taking the tip of my cock in her mouth.
“Oh God sweety, I’m so sorry about everything,” I moaned as she started sucking me. My wife lay next to Annita on the bed, and with her unfocussed eyes she seemed to be watching our daughter sucking my rock-hard cock.
Annita sucked noisily and massaged my balls at the same time. I had to admit that she was a great little cocksucker, and the fact that my wife was there added to the perverted pleasure.
“OK Daddy, I want you to give it all to me,” Annie said, letting my slippery shaft plop out of her lips. She scooted back onto the bed and lay next to her mother.
I licked my lips with lust as I watched my daughter spread her legs for me and lift her arms, beckoning me in. There was eager anticipation now on her flushed face – she wanted me to fuck her.
Annita’s pussy looked delicious and on another day I would have buried my face in it, giving her pleasure and opening her up for penetration, but not today.
I crawled between her thighs and up her body, holding myself on my arms, looking down into her pretty face. My stiff organ brushed against her silky-smooth legs, and then rested on the soft mound at the V of her legs.
With her young voice husky with emotion she said, “Do it to me Daddy. Fuck me. Give me all your cum. Please Daddy.” Her eyes were locked onto mine and they sparkled with hungry need.
She guided my lubricating cock to her labia, easing the head inside, and then closing her eyes with pleasure as I applied enough weight to let it slide deeper.
“Ohhhh yes Daddy. Give it to me. I want you to give me all your sperm every day. Give me a baby Daddy.”
Oh God it felt so good – but at the same time so dirty and perverted. I’d never felt such disgraceful lust in my whole life. And my wife was lying there next to us – that drugged, glazed expression in her eyes as I fucked my teenage daughter beside her.
Annita lifted her legs and wrapped them around my ass, locking me in place, buried to the hilt in her hot, wet slime pit.
“Fuck me Daddy,” she moaned, “I’ll do anything you want, but give me everything.”
“Oh baby, you’re so wonderful,” I groaned as I jammed my cock in as deep as it would go.
“Don’t fuck Mummy anymore, OK?” Annie said, her eyes open now and staring into mine. “You have to give it all to me. All of it, OK?” she insisted.
I nodded, concentrating on the fantastic feelings surging up my loins. Right then I would have agreed to anything.
“Promise me Daddy. Promise me you’ll give me all of it.” She squeezed me between her dancer’s legs and held me tight, stopping me from rocking back and forth into her.
“Yes baby, I promise. I promise to give you all my cum, every day,” I panted, eager to get back into motion.
She looked for a few mores seconds into my face, looking for the confirmation that she wanted. Then she unlocked her legs and my incestuous ride went on.
“Hee hee hee,” my wife giggled suddenly from beside us, and I turned my head to look across at her. She seemed to be almost fully awake, and was watching us, but she still had a stupid drunken look on her face.
“Oh shit,” I said, “I should have given her the next dose, she’s almost out of it.”
Annita was panting and moaning underneath me as I pumped in and out of her.
“Give it to me Daddy. Fill me with cum. Fuck me Daddy. Give me your baby,” she grunted in time with each stroke. Her eyes were closed and she was thrusting her hips upwards to meet mine.
“Hee, hee, hee. That’s naughty. You shouldn’t be doing that,” Sarah giggled.
My wife was getting more aware with each passing minute, and I looked into her face as I pounded our daughter.
Annita reached up and pushed her fingers into my mouth – I’ve always loved that, especially if the fingers are coated with pussy juice.
“Suck them Daddy. Suck them you bastard,” she swore at me. I love that too.
I sucked my daughter’s fingers into my wet mouth, first one, then two, and then as many as she could force in.
“Fuck me you pig,” Annita snarled, eyes narrowed with lust and passion.
“Mmmmffff,” I groaned, sawing at full speed in and out of my daughter’s pussy.
Putting something into my mouth like that usually acts as a trigger for me, and this time was the same way. The familiar boiling started in my balls and the tsunami surged up my body and exploded in my head in an Earth-rending climax.
“Yes, yes, all of it,” Annita shouted, thrusting up with her hips and locking me tight to her body.
“MMmfffffff,” I grunted around her hand that still stuffed my mouth.
I buried my cock as deep as it would go into her, emptying my balls into her womb.
Spent, I slumped across Annita, panting and gasping for breath, my sweat mixing with hers.
“What are you doing Bob?” my wife slurred from the bed just next to us. “Is that Annita? You can’t do that to her.” She was starting to sound normal – a little confused maybe, but almost normal.
I needed to give her a shot, and quickly.
“Sorry baby,” I said, slipping out of Annita. “I need to give Mummy an injection or she’ll wake up completely.”
It wasn’t that Sarah had to be kept drugged all the time, it was just that we needed to control the dosage. We needed to make sure that when she came down after the drugs, then she would get the maximum withdrawal symptoms. The idea was to build dependency as fast as possible, so that when she came down, she came down hard.
Taking a syringe out of the bag I quickly injected Sarah in the right foot. She sighed happily and slumped back on the bed, a look of contentment on her face.
“Phew, that was close,” I said to Annita, who was lying on her side watching me.
“What do you think they’ll do with her?” Annie asked with only a mildly curious tone. She didn’t really sound like she was particularly interested – like you might ask where they’re taking the trash when they collect it from your driveway.
I stood and looked down at my wife on our bed. To be honest I didn’t care very much what happened to her. I had loved her once, but she had been cold to me so long it was only a matter of time before she left me for someone else anyway.
“I guess Nico means what he said. They aren’t spending all this money on drugs for nothing. I suppose they’ll use her as a whore once she’s hooked. I don’t know if they’ll let her stay here, or if they’ll take her somewhere else.” I hadn’t given it much thought really. My first priority was to survive myself, and then protect Annita if I could. Sarah was a bitch and she had to look after herself.
“You know Daddy, I meant what I said.”
“Mmm, what’s that sugar?” I said, still thinking about Sarah.
“I meant what I said, about you making me pregnant Dad. I need you to do that. I need you to win that bet, and I’ll do whatever I have to.” I looked at her and I saw that she was deadly serious.
“I’ll do what I can sweety, but I can only try my best.” I shrugged – I was only one man and there were lots of black boys and men who would be fucking her.
Annita sat up on the edge of the bed, frowning.
“Daddy, you’re gonna do this for me. I know what turns you on and I’ll do anything to get you hard enough to have sex. I want it and you are gonna give it to me.” She sounded determined, and reached for my cock again.
“Sugar, I only just came, it’ll take a while for me to try again.”
“No Daddy, you’re gonna do me again right now,” and she gave my cock a hard tug.
I licked my lips at the thought of having my own daughter as a willing sex partner – willing to do anything just to have sex with me.
“Kneel down Doggy,” Annita said with a smile playing around her lips. “Kneel down and kiss my feet. I know you like being treated like a dog, so do it…NOW!”
Oh my God, do I like being treated like shit! She really had got that right. I knelt at her feet and started kissing them.
“Lick them pig,” she commanded. They were a little smelly and gritty after a day at school, but I did as I was told, bathing them with my tongue.
“Rub your pathetic cock and get it hard for me slave,” my sweet daughter instructed, and I rubbed my sticky dick as I licked her feet.
She sat laughing at me as I knelt there doing whatever she told me to do. Humiliating and debasing – it was wonderful, and my cock was responding.
“You’re never gonna fuck Mummy again, you understand?”
I nodded over her feet.
“Say it Daddy. Tell me that I’m gonna get all your cum and you’ll never fuck this old cunt again.”
“Oh God baby, yes, I promise,” I whimpered from carpet level. “I’ll never fuck her again. I’ll give all my cum to you.”
“Good. Now fuck me again. Give me a nice big load.” And she lay back on the bed, but this time she used her mother’s belly as a pillow for her head.
Sarah was high and out of it, but the idea of fucking my daughter while she lay on her mother was a huge turn on – and Annita knew it.
“Fuck me now Daddy,” Annita instructed, “and maybe later I’ll put on a show with Mummy to excite you again, you’d like that wouldn’t you Daddy?”
“Yessss,” I hissed, climbing back onto the bed, my cock rigid and willing again.
Half an hour later I was lying soaked in sweat and gasping for breath after dumping my second load into my daughter.
“Good boy, you can have a rest for a while now to get your breath back,” Annita chuckled, sliding off the bed and padding back to her own bedroom.
“Oh God,” I thought to myself, as my pulse slowly dropped to below heart-attack levels, “Which is gonna kill me first – winning the bet, or just trying?”
Annita helped me to cook dinner and I let Sarah get back to reality just long enough to eat and drink something. She complained bitterly of feeling terrible, exhausted, and depressed. I told her it was just the flu and that she’d feel better soon.
A ‘Date Rape’ pill added to her water put her down for the night, and an injection every hour until midnight kept her blood concentration of cocaine high.
After the last fix for Sarah I slumped into bed, having barely enough energy left at the end of the day to take off my clothes.
It was pitch black in my bedroom when I suddenly woke from a bad dream. I’d been suffocating – fighting for breath under a soft pillow, while someone laughed and giggled at my suffering.
For a few seconds I lay still, soaked in sweat, trying to get my mind back together and just breathe. Then I felt a warm body snuggle up next to mine and a small hand slid around my cock.
“Shush Daddy, it’s only me. Time for you to try again,” was whispered into my ear.
“Oh nooo, please, let me sleep,” I groaned.
“Hee, hee, hee,” giggled Annita. “No way Daddy, I need this inside me.” And she gave my cock a little squeeze.
“Please Annie, let’s do it tomorrow, I need to sleep,” I whined.
“Shut up Daddy,” Annita said quietly. “I told you what I wanted and you are going to do it to me.” Her hand rubbed my cock persistently, drawing it expertly into erection.
Beside me Sarah slept quietly on, snoring slightly as she lay on her back.
“But sweety, your Mum might wake up. I gave her a pill back at dinnertime, but that will have worn off by now. She might catch us.”
“Well, you’d better work quietly then,” Annie whispered, rubbing her naked pussy against my thigh and breathing into my ear. My cock was enjoying himself, but I was genuinely scared that Sarah might wake.
Over the next two days we got into a sort of routine – first thing in the morning I would slip into Annita’s bed and she would take care of my ‘Morning Wood’. Later, right after school, we would have sex as soon as she got home, and then again at bedtime. And she definitely lived up to her promise, seducing and commanding, forceful and vulnerable. Whatever she needed to do to get me hard and make me cum.
Unfortunately this blissful situation didn’t go on for long. Alice quickly realised that I was getting too many opportunities to fuck Annie, and that I was able to deliver all my sperm where it was needed, unhindered.
“When did you fuck her last?” Alice asked suddenly on Thursday afternoon when I stopped the car outside her house. She was sitting in the back and Annita was in the front passenger seat.
“Er, what do you mean?” I asked nervously.
“Come on dick head, when did you last fuck Annie? Did you do her last night, or maybe this morning?”
As a matter of fact I had. As Sarah slept soundly upstairs, Annita had come down for breakfast dressed only in black shiny stockings, a pair of black satin panties, and dramatically high stiletto-heel shoes. Her small breasts looked perfect, and her smile was total seduction. She knew just what I loved, and we’d fucked in frenzy on the kitchen floor - with me finally shooting my load inside her, and her warm panties filling my mouth.
Alice saw the look on my face and accurately interpreted my silence.
“Bastard!” she hissed, and slapped me across the ear. “I should have realised that you’d be at each other like fucking rabbits.”
The smack to the side of the head didn’t bother me much, but she seemed really pissed off, and that might be dangerous.
“And I bet you’re gonna fuck her again when you get home, right?” Alice went on, suddenly grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back against the headrest.
“Ouch, no, no, of course not,” I lied. I had actually been planning on a long bondage and dress-up session lasting all evening. I’d hoped that Annita would let me put on one of my long satin nighties, and then tie me up, tease me, and mount me – again and again until I was totally spent.
“You fucking lying pig,” Alice sneered. “Well we’ll see about that.” And she waggled my head back and forth, almost pulling my hair out.
“OK bitch, so you think you can have his load whenever you want,” Alice snarled at Annita. “Well cunt, you can’t.”
I wished she would let go of my hair, it was bloody painful.
“Right you bitch, let’s see you suck him off. You want his load, well you can fucking eat it.”
“No please Alice, that’s not fair,” Annita whined. “Nico said that he can have sex with me, and you’ve made me do it with all those black boys. It’s not fair if you make him waste his cum.”
“I’m not gonna waste it slut, you are,” Alice said with a laugh. “Now get down there and suck his fucking dick, then I guess he’ll be done for the night.”
I almost laughed out loud. She had seriously underestimated my powers of perversion – even if Annita sucked me dry right now, I would still be able to recover and get in another two orgasms before bedtime. But of course the sperm content would be lower, and that was what concerned Annie.
With my head held back I couldn’t see much of what Annita was doing, but I felt her unzip me and extract my growing cock. It seemed that no matter what the circumstances these days I could still get an erection.
“Empty his balls bitch,” Alice chuckled, “But don’t swallow until I tell you, I wanna make sure the bastard shoots a full load.”
The hot wetness of my daughter’s mouth engulfed my shaft and I groaned with pleasure. My hands rested on the top of her soft hair as her head bobbed in my lap.
Thankfully the street that Alice lived in was a quiet residential neighbourhood, but even so a few school kids were winding their way home, and some passed the car.
“That’s it bitch, milk his balls,” Alice encouraged, still holding my head back by the hair.
Suddenly there were two faces pressed against the window on the passenger side, looking in at the scene happening on the front seats.
“Oh my God, someone’s there,” I gasped, startled by the young girly faces giggling at me.
“Keep sucking slut,” Alice hissed, “It’s OK, I know those girls, they’re the twins from next door.”
Alice reached over with her free hand and pressed the electric window button, lowering the glass so that the two girls could get a better view.
“Holy shit, is she doing what I think she is?” a freckle-faced youngster sniggered, her hand covering her mouth, eyes very wide.
“Hey Alice, is she sucking him? Is she?” the other, almost identical girl gasped.
“Yeah, she’s sucking his cock,” Alice said loudly. “I’m making the slut do it.”
“Oh God,” I groaned, my eyes flicking from one sweet blushing face to the other. This was like a dream come true – another one. Being forced to cum in front of an audience of very young girls, helpless to stop myself being abused in front of them.
“Christ Alice,” I gasped, “I’m going to cum.” I didn’t need to say it, but it added to the overall erotic atmosphere.
“Yeah, cum in the bitch’s mouth. Make the cunt gag on it,” Alice laughed, turning my head so that I was looking straight at the two young schoolgirls. From their size I guessed that they were maybe 10 or 11 years old.
I pressed hard on Annita’s head as I felt the hot load surge up from my balls and pump into my daughter’s sucking mouth. I kept my eyes on the faces of the schoolgirls, even now fantasising that it was their mouths that I was cumming into.
“Gaaaahhhh,” I grunted, pumping my seed into Annita’s face. She tried to pull back from my spewing cock, gagging on the thick creamy wads, but there was no way I could stop now, and I held her in place until my balls stopped producing, and my orgasm subsided.
As soon as I released her Annita sat up in the seat and my slippery cock slapped back against my belly. The little girls giggled at the sight of it – still hard, and shiny with Annie’s spit.
“Don’t swallow it bitch, open wide and show me the load,” Alice instructed, finally releasing my hair.
Annita dutifully turned in her seat with her mouth as wide as she could, and displayed the fruits of her labour to her tormenter.
Even from where I was sitting I could see the white bubbly sperm spread over her tongue, and some had even dribbled down her chin.
“Good slut,” Alice said, nodding approval. “Now show it to the girls.”
Blushing bright red, Annita turned very slowly and displayed her spunk-filled mouth to the two young girls.
“Oh yuk, that is gross,” the one with the most freckles said, giggling and blushing again.
“Yeah, I would never do that to a boy. But this guy is so OLD, who is he anyway?” the second girl said, looking at Alice.
For a second Alice ignored the question, and said, “OK slut, waste not want not, let’s see you two kiss and share that load.”
“Oh God no”, I thought, feeling both disgusted and aroused at the new humiliation.
Annita looked at Alice, frowning, and not sure if she meant it.
“Go on cunt, do it. You said you wanted his cum, well now you have it. But don’t be so greedy, share it with him. Go on you stupid twat!” Alice laughed, and gave Annita’s head a push towards me.
What could we do? Compared to other stuff Alice had made us do this was almost nothing. I leaned in closer to my daughter and made it easy for her, covering her open mouth with mine.
“Oh vomit!” exclaimed the two young schoolgirls watching. “That is like so disgusting.” And they both pretended to stick their fingers down their throats, simulating throwing up.
“Yeah, suck your slime out of her mouth you pig,” Alice gloated, watching me kiss my daughter, and sucking the salty, sticky slime out of her sweet mouth.
“You wanna know who this pervert is?” Alice said, turning to the girls standing by the side of the car.
“Yeah,” they chorused, “Who is this guy and why’d you make her do that with him?”
Alice turned back to us and watched us French-kissing for a few seconds, sloppy tongues fishing in and out of our cummy mouths.
“He’s her Dad,” Alice said with a giggle. “Don’t you think that’s kinda cool, making her suck her own Dad’s cock?”
“Oh My God, you are kidding right?” Freckle-face said, a look of shock spreading over both their faces.
Alice shook her golden head, a big wicked grin stretched across her face.
“They do anything I want, don’t you, you fuckers?” Alice said, reaching over and pulling Annita back by the hair. “You’re my total slaves, aren’t you?”
Both of us had a mix of sperm and saliva coating our lips and chins, but we nodded agreement. What choice did we have?
“Cool,” Freckles said.
“Wicked,” her twin sister gasped. “Will they do anything?”
“Oh yeah, they’ll do anything I want,” Alice said, getting her things together on the back seat and opening the door. “Maybe I’ll bring them over to your house one day and show you how cool it is to have a couple of slaves.”
“Oh yeah, that would be neat,” Freckles said, beaming from ear to ear. When Alice got out of the car and stood next to the young girl it was obvious that she was even younger than I’d first thought – the top of her head barely reached Alice’s shoulder.
“When can you bring them, tomorrow?” the second twin said, clapping her hands with excitement.
“I’ll think about it,” Alice said, turning away and walking up her drive.
The two twins watched her go and then, with a last look over their shoulders at us, they ran giggling up to their own front door and disappeared inside.
“Shit,” said Annita. “I hope you can manage to cum again later. I hate that bitch for wasting it.”
“It’s OK sweety, I’m sure we can find a way to get me excited again, it’s not that hard is it?”
She pointed down at my flaccid dick and said with a snigger, “That’s exactly what I mean Daddy.” And we both had a good laugh at her little pun as I started the engine and drove us home.
So that was to become our new routine. Sex together in the morning before breakfast, then off to school, then Alice would make me cum outside her house when I dropped her off. Usually she would make Annita jerk me off, or suck me off, but sometimes she would make me sit there and masturbate. All she wanted to do was make me waste my sperm, and she knew that it upset Annita.
Sometimes the twins would come along and watch, or they would be waiting for us when we arrived. Always they would giggle and point and mock as I shot my load in front of them. And always they would beg Alice to take us to their house and put on a show for them, but for a while Alice resisted.
I did follow Nico’s instructions and kept Sarah high most of the time, but by Friday night I didn’t think she was really hooked. Sure she grumbled and complained when I let her come down, but she wasn’t ready to suck cock for her next fix. Not yet.
When Nico came over he stood looking down at Sarah on the bed. She was high again and dressed in a cute white silk nightie. Alice wasn’t there for once, and it was just Nico, me, Annita and Sarah.
“Oh well,” he said when I told him she needed more time, “maybe it’s time we started her on freebase, that’ll break her. I’ll show you what to do before I leave.”
He started to take off his clothes, throwing them onto a chair as he stripped.
“Er, what are you doing?” I asked.
“Well, no point in wasting a good slut is there,” he said. “Spread her legs for me man and get her wet for me.”
At least he wasn’t going to fuck Annita, so that was good. I did as he asked and opened my wife’s smooth thighs as wide as they would go. She moaned a little as I knelt down and started licking her shaved slit.
“OK, my turn,” Nico said, standing with his cock in his hands, pointing the half-erect organ at me.
I don’t know why he wanted me to suck it and not Annie, but, still on my knees, I moved into position and took his big thick cock in my hands. As I put it in my mouth and started sucking, Nico reached out and pulled Annita into his arms, kissing her passionately.
If only I could have been a fly on the wall watching. The big black stud, naked and standing over the wimpy husband, who is sucking his cock. The teenage white daughter held in one strong black arm, being groped by the other hand as she is French-kissed, his wet tongue licking her face and fucking her lips. The mother and wife lying spread on the bed, waiting for the hard black cock that her husband is preparing for her.
My own cock was stiff and throbbing in my pants as I sucked on the monster growing in my mouth. His balls were fat and hard under my massaging fingers.
“OK cunt, time to see to your wife,” Nico grunted, pushing me roughly to one side.
Seconds later he was on top of Sarah, forcing his shaft into her.
Annita and I stood watching him rape my wife – he grunted with each forceful thrust into her, and she moaned as her cunt was stretched to accommodate his massive organ.
It was too much to watch without doing something. I needed relief and Annita was there – why not? Would Nico object?
Quickly I stripped and then helped Annita take off her clothes. At first Nico had frowned when he saw what we were doing, but then he grinned.
“Why not man, you might as well do her if I’m not,” he said.
Just to make it interesting I pushed Annie into a Doggy position on the bed, so that she was perpendicular to the other fucking couple, her head level with her mother’s.
Pushing her legs apart I slid my dick into my daughter’s slippery wet pussy as fast and hard as I could. She was certainly ready for me, and I sank balls deep on the first thrust.
“Yeah Daddy, give it to me, I’ve been dreaming of this all day.”
I was soon into the rhythm, holding her silky smooth hips and humping her like a deranged dog.
“Go for it man,” Nico grinned as he fucked my wife in front of me.
“Kiss her baby,” I hissed at Annita. “Kiss Mummy on the mouth, Daddy would like to see that.”
“Yeah me too man,” Nico said, shifting position, and lifting himself up on his powerful arms.
Annita giggled and moved so that her face hovered just above her mother’s.
“You want me to kiss her Daddy? Beg me.” I loved it when she made me beg.
“Oh God Annie, please kiss Mummy. Please baby, kiss Mummy on the mouth. Put your tongue inside. Please baby, I beg you.” The extra rush I got from begging made me even harder inside her, and she pushed back onto me, riding my cock.
I guess that we both had certain perversions in common Nico and I, because we watched fascinated as Annita started kissing her mother’s face. Unfortunately I couldn’t see much directly and needed to watch in the wardrobe’s mirrored door beside the bed. It was so erotic, watching the girl I was fucking – my young daughter, licking and kissing her mother, as a huge black man was fucking her.
There’s no way any man could hold his load long watching that scene, and it soon became a race between me and Nico to see who could shoot first.
The sound of grunts, wet slaps, gasps and sloppy kisses filled the bedroom until, with loud cries, we filled the two sopping cunts with our hot seed.
The two of us came almost simultaneously, and once again I had a monumental orgasm. It seemed that the more perverted the sex, the bigger and spectacular the climax.
“Holy shit man, that was great,” Nico panted, lying on top of my wife, crushing her into our bed. “Your family is fucking hot!”
I had to agree with him, we were something special.
My balls ached for half an hour after that spectacular fuck, and during that time Nico showed me how to use freebase and gave me a small bag of crack rocks.
He slapped me on the back as he left and seemed in a great mood. I guess he wasn’t such a bad guy after all, and he certainly seemed to like my family and me. The fact that he hadn’t brought Alice along with him made me think that maybe she wasn’t as close to him as she liked to think.
I put the crack away in the same hiding place as the syringes and cocaine - a lockable draw at the bottom of my wardrobe, and closed the door. It’s funny, I’d been handling hundreds, maybe a thousand pounds worth of drugs, but I wasn’t tempted at all to try any myself. In fact I’d never been tempted by drugs, and the only thing I was really addicted to was sex – the more perverted the better.
The weekend was good, and we didn’t have to see Alice at all, so it was just the three of us, if you count Sarah.
Nico’s idea to switch Sarah onto freebase crack was an immediate success. I’d been worried that she wouldn’t inhale and I’d need to drug her even before trying the smoke on her, and that was true the first few times, but then she was hooked and it got easier.
I’d always told Sarah the injections were medication for her illness, which was pretty weak really, but she’d gone along with it, probably because she was always half-stoned due to the cocktail of drugs I was using on her. But the problem was how to get her to realise that she was addicted to drugs if she didn’t know she was taking them?
Sure she was really depressed and had cold sweats when she was ‘down’, but I needed to get her to understand the cause, not just think she was ill. The freebase helped.
On Sunday I let her get really down for the first time. She was sweating and hugging herself lying on the bed, crying and unable to eat. I almost felt sorry for her.
I sat on the edge of the bed next to her and let her see me preparing the crack. Her eyes were puzzled, but she didn’t ask what I was doing.
“Here,” I said holding out a straw to her, “use this.”
“What are you doing? What is that?” she mumbled. It was the first time I’d heard her put together a sentence in several days.
Annita walked into the room and sat on the bed. She was wearing sexy red satin underwear, and glossy black high heel shoes. It was all for my benefit of course, and we’d a
eady had sex 3 times since waking up.
“Sit up Sarah,” I said, starting to heat the bottom of the spoon with the lighter Nico had given me.
As the dirty white rock started to bubble and melt, Sarah sat up and shuffled closer on the bed.
“What is that?” she asked again, sounding weak. The dark circles under her eyes weren’t there through lack of sleep, but from lack of her needed drugs.
“It’s crack,” I said conversationally, watching the puddle of liquid in the spoon growing.
“Crack? You mean, like cocaine?” She sounded puzzled, but more curious that worried.
“Yeah, exactly,” I said. The liquid was starting to bubble and fume. It was time for her fix.
“What are you doing with that?” Sarah asked, looking at me with arched eyebrows.
“Well duh, it’s for you Mum,” Annita answered. “Don’t you even know you’re addicted to this shit?”
I gave Annita a frown. I wanted Sarah to know about her addiction, but not to alarm her too much.
“Here Sarah, this will make you feel better. Use the straw to breathe the fumes in.”
“What!” Sarah exclaimed, looking shocked. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on Sarah,” I urged, “Don’t waste it. Annie is right, it’s for you.”
My wife looked at us like we were crazy. She was sitting there on the bed in her knee-length white silk nightie, the same one she’d been wearing when Nico fucked her.
I held out the spoon, carefully keeping the lighter in the right position to keep the crack hot and bubbling.
“Come Sarah, get on with it. It will make you feel a lot better, trust me.”
Frowning, Sarah held the straw just above the boiling crack and with the other end in her nostril, gave a little sniff.
To be honest I was surprised that she did it. I’d been expecting her to storm out of the bedroom, but I was losing patience with her and if she’d got too out of line I would have drugged her another way.
“Oh wow,” Sarah said, sitting back from the spoon. “Ooofff, that makes my head spin.”
“Try again,” I urged, “Take a few sniffs.”
A few seconds later Sarah was lying curled on the bed, a big happy smile on her face. Her nightie had ridden up over her thighs and if Annita hadn’t been there I would have been tempted to fondle the bitch, and maybe give her a good fucking.
Annie saw me looking at my wife and read my mind.
“You wanna fuck her?” she asked, kneeling on the bed and looking adorable in her red underwear.
I licked my lips and felt my cock twitch at the idea.
She smiled a lovely smile and said, “OK, you can fuck her, but you cum in me, right?”
How could I refuse? I nodded, blood a
eady pumping into my shaft.
As I stripped my clothes off, Annita pulled her mother into position. God it was exciting having Annie as my daughter, what a lucky man I was.
To prepare her for my entry, Annita started massaging her mother’s cunt, gently sliding a fingertip over her clit and along her labia, before easing her long thin index finger inside.
Sarah moaned and smiled up at her daughter as she finger-fucked her.
“I think she’s about ready Daddy, but don’t forget what I said, I get your cum OK?”
My cock bounced ahead and showed me the way to paradise. Sarah’s pussy was nicely wet and soft as I eased into her. Not quite as good as Annita’s hot cunt, but still worth a few minutes of humping.
Annita wasn’t going to just sit and watch though, she wanted her own action.
As I picked up the pace and gave her mother a good solid fucking, Annita pulled off her red satin panties and rubbed them over Sarah’s face, finishing by pushing them into her mouth.
“There Mummy,” she chuckled, “time to do the laundry.” Then she got to her knees and straddled Sarah’s upturned face.
“Mmmmm, mmmph” Sarah mumbled, smiling around a mouth full of delicious teen-flavoured satin. She watched her daughter’s sweet round ass descend onto her face and then she disappeared from view.
Since I had Sarah’s legs over my shoulders and I was jamming my cock in up to the hilt, the sight of Annita raping her mother’s face was an extra turn on.
“Yeah, go for it sweety,” I grinned, as Annita rubbed and ground her gorgeous wet pussy all over Sarah’s face.
It was a marvellous sight, but there was a worry at the back of my mind that Annita might accidentally suffocate her mother. And we didn’t want any stupid tragedies.
Sarah was too far gone to know anything, but although it was a good fuck, it wasn’t great – I needed something more, something special to rock my socks.
“This is just not happening for me sweety,” I finally said to Annie. Sarah’s cunt was just too sloppy, and I’d a
eady cum three times that day so I needed something extra to get the juices flowing.
“Mmm, I have an idea,” my sweet angel said, climbing off the slippery face of her mother and sliding off the bed. “Just wait there a second,” she said, walking out the door.
I fucked Sarah slowly for a minute or two more, and then just gave up. She was smiling happily, but her hole was just too big for me to get any traction inside her.
Just to keep hard I took Annita’s panties out of Sarah’s mouth and started rubbing my cock with them. Satin always got me excited and this time was no exception.
Just as I was wondering where she’d gone Annita walked back into the bedroom. She had a big grin on her face, and a big cock strapped between her thighs.
“Wow,” I said, “Is that for me?”
“Maybe next time Dad, but I was thinking of using it on her,” and she pointed at the prostrate figure on the bed.
“Mmm, OK sweety, but what about me?”
“Here, look,” she said, showing me the harness, “If I pull this strap to one side, you can fuck me from behind while I’m fucking her, OK?”
Wow, that was more than OK with me.
I watched as Annita climbed between her mother’s legs and inserted the big black rubber cock into the gaping hole that I had recently ploughed.
As soon as the dildo was fully embedded she looked over her shoulder and gestured me into position.
“Just pull the strap open, then fuck me Daddy,” she said with a grin, “And enjoy the ride.”
My God, what a wonderful, kinky girl. I’ve had a few 3-somes in my time, but not like this.
It took a few seconds to find the right rhythm, but then we were away. As I pushed into Annita, she pushed into her mother. It was like I was fucking Sarah, but through our daughter’s body.
What a mind-blowing dance. Lying on Annita’s back, forcing my cock as deep into her as I could reach, while she lay on her mother’s belly, driving her huge dildo up her Mum’s vagina.
The leather strap of the harness kept rubbing against the base of my cock as I fucked Annita, and that added to the stimulation.
I kissed my daughter’s neck, shoulders, ears – anything I could reach with my mouth, while I fucked her from behind. And Annita kissed, licked and sucked at her mother, twisting her breasts and nipples in her fingers, trying to hurt her mother as she raped her.
I caught sight of us in the mirror, and what a sight. What a perverted family. Daddy, daughter and Mummy, all forming a fuck sandwich. True the bottom layer was stoned out of her mind, but the rest of the sandwich was hot and ready to spread the mustard.
“I gotta cum baby,” I grunted, as I thrust harder and harder inside my little girl.
“Do it Daddy,” Annita panted over her shoulder, “Give me everything you got.”
Sarah seemed to be coming out of her fix and looked up at us with a puzzled frown on her face.
“I think Mummy is waking up,” I whispered into Annita’s cute little ear. “Maybe she knows we’re fucking her?”
“Oh God, yessss,” Annita hissed, and I could tell from her tone and movements that she was nearly at the edge.
“Should we both cum on her together? You wanna cum on your Mummy?” I knew that Annita was like me in that way, she loved dirty talk when she was fucking.
“Yes Daddy, make me cum on Mummy, fuck me Daddy.”
It really was that easy. That’s all we needed to slip over the edge together.
As Sarah looked up at us, her lower face still glistening with her daughter’s gooey cunt juice, I was sure that she saw and felt what was happening, it’s just that she couldn’t make sense of it.
The look on her face was comical as Annita and I used her, and reached our orgasms together on top of her.
Lying together in a stack, panting and sweaty, I had to laugh. Sarah always had loved pancakes, and now she had become one, squashed into the mattress and struggling to breathe under our combined weight.
Annita needed me to pull my cock out of her, and slide off, before she could release her mother. After we’d disengaged our cocks, both rubber and human, we lay panting and giggling on the bed like kids. Well, one of us still was, but I felt pretty youthful too.
All three of us showered and got dressed. Sarah was quiet and withdrawn, but for once I hadn’t given her an immediate next fix, I wanted to see what she would do.
I made us some supper and watched my wife pick at her food. She had certainly lost weight over the past week or so, and she didn’t look well. Since she now knew what she needed to feel better I wondered how long she would take to ask for a fix.
Annita was sitting on the sofa next to me, watching TV, her long slim legs drawn up under her bum, wearing only a red tee shirt and black panties. The shirt barely covered her ass and exposed all of her gorgeous thighs. My hand rested lightly on her leg.
Sarah came into the room and stood nervously chewing her fingernails – another new habit. We both ignored her.
“Bob?” she said quietly.
“Mmmm, what is it Sarah?” I said, not looking at her.
“Bob, I think I need some more…er…medication,” she stammered.
“Mmmm…do you feel bad sweety?” I asked, still not looking in her direction.
“Yes, I’m not feeling good at all. Can I have something, please.”
I liked the ‘please’ at the end of the request. I hadn’t heard her say please or thank you for a long time.
“You want something sweety? What do you want, an injection or some crack?” Now I looked at her, and let her see me stroking our daughter’s naked leg. Annita looked at her mother and smiled sweetly.
Sarah coughed and cleared her throat. “Could I smoke a little something?”
“Ah, yes, you want some crack? OK, no problem, I’ll get you some. Why don’t you sit next to Annie while I get it.”
I patted my daughter’s thigh as I stood up and went to find the crack and equipment.
It only took me a couple of minutes and I was back before the commercial break was even finished.
“While I’m getting the rock ready, why don’t you get comfortable sweety?” I suggested to Sarah, smiling. “What do you think Annie, how should Mummy get comfy?”
Annita looked at me and winked, she knew where I wanted to go with this.
“Mum, you know, this stuff costs a load of money. Dad had to earn this for you, so you should show a little gratitude.” In a way she was right, I did have to earn it, but not in the usual way.
Sarah looked nervous, scared almost. She shuffled her feet on the carpet in front of our daughter.
“So what you gonna do for Dad and me Mum? You don’t work any more, and Dad does everything around the house. Seems like you need to do something for us too.”
Sarah licked her lips nervously and her eyes flicked between me preparing her next freebase high, and her evilly grinning daughter.
“What do you want?” Sarah said, in an almost whisper.
“Why don’t you kneel down right here in front of me Mum. Right there,” and she pointed at a spot on the carpet in front of her knees.
Sarah glanced at me, and I shrugged. No harm in kneeling is there?
My wife slowly got to her knees. The skirt she was wearing was a bit big for her now, but it was still one of my favourites – made from a glossy, wet-look material, it came just above her knees, and had looked great stretched tight across her thighs. Her white blouse was cotton, and she looked like a perfect secretary, although a bit tired and run down.
I lit the lighter and started heating the spoon.
Annita leaned forward and stoked her mother’s tired face.
“How much do you want this fix Mummy?”
Sarah chewed her bottom lip and stayed silent.
Annita’s tone hardened when she said, “I asked you a question Mum. Things have changed around here, and you’d better answer me if I ask you something. Now, how much do you need this fix?”
“I need it Annie,” Sarah finally said quietly, her eyes looking with longing at the bubbling liquid.
“Yeah Mummy, I know that, but how bad. Tell me. Ask me for your fix. Maybe you want to beg me for it.”
God I loved her for that. My cock twitched at the way Annita was leading her mother towards domination and humiliation.
“Annie please. Don’t make me say that. Please.” On her knees she was a
eady half way there, it wasn’t hard to go the rest of the way, and I should know I’m an expert.
“Say it Mum. Say it or you don’t get it.”
“Please Annie. Please can I have it. It hurts. I need it.” Sarah almost sobbed the words, and her bottom lip trembled. A tear formed in each eye.
“Mmmm,“ Annita said, stroking her chin and playing the role of cruel bitch. “I’m not sure you need it bad enough. Maybe you need to convince me Mummy. Show me what you’re willing to do to feel better.”
“I don’t know what you want. Why are you being so mean Annie? Why are you doing this to me? Sarah sniffed, twiddling the straw between her fingers; eyes watching the rock become liquid.
Annita laughed wickedly.
“Why don’t you kiss my hand Mummy, show me you love me. Show me you’re grateful for the nice things we do for you.” And she held out her right hand, delicately, like a Princess might.
There’s nothing wrong with kissing your daughter’s hand is there? I’d kissed a lot more of her than that.
After a few seconds thought, Sarah shuffled forward on her knees and bent her head to kiss Annita’s hand, but Annita moved it at the last second and rested it on her knee.
“Kiss it Mummy. Show me you love me.”
Sarah frowned, knowing she was being played with, but not sure what to do about it. She shuffled forward a bit more and bent lower.
“Hahaha, fooled you,” Annita laughed as she moved her hand away and her mother ended up kissing her knee.
“Let’s try again shall we,” Annie said, putting her hand back on her knee.
I’d stopped heating the crack, watching the little scene unfolding in front of me.
Sarah was frowning and biting her lip. I could see she hated what was happening.
Slowly Sarah lowered her head, lips puckered to plant the kiss.
As Annita watched her mother’s head get closer she slowly slid her hand further up her thigh, and rested it in the ‘V’ of her crotch.
Sarah immediately sat back on her haunches and shook her head, a stubborn look on her face.
“Come on Mummy, you know you need your medication,” Annita teased. She patted her pussy with the hand she wanted her mother to kiss.
But still Sarah refused.
“Mum, don’t make me mad OK. I told you things had changed. Since you’ve been…sick…Daddy is mine now. We sleep together and everything, don’t we Daddy?”
I smiled at her and nodded.
Sarah looked even paler than a few minutes ago.
“So Mummy, things have changed for you too. You need this…medication…right? And we decide if you get it or not, OK? So that means you do what we say, and since Daddy does what I say, I decide if you get your fix or not. You understand Mummy…I decide.”
Sarah seemed to have followed the logic. I thought it was pretty clear.
“You understand me Mummy?” Annita was sitting back against the sofa cushion, smiling at her kneeling mother, her hand still resting on her crotch.
Sarah looked pale and sad, but finally she lowered her eyes and nodded.
“Good, now, like I said, I want you to kiss my hand. Don’t make me ask again.”
For a few long seconds I didn’t think she would do it. She must have realised what was going to happen, but finally, very slowly, she shuffled forward on the carpet, avoiding looking at Annita or me, until she was close enough to lean forward and reach the hand.
Annita opened her legs wide so that her mother could get close.
“Kiss it Mummy, kiss it. You’re going to do a lot of things for me, but this is the start.”
Sarah bent forward, so slowly, her hands by her side.
I realised that I was holding my breath. Would Annita keep her hand where it was, or would she move it and force her mother to kiss her pussy.
As she felt her mother’s breath on her hand Annita moved it away, and placed her other hand on the back of her mother’s head.
“Kiss it Mummy. Kiss it and show me you love me. Kiss it if you want your fix.”
From where I was sitting I couldn’t see much. Sarah’s head was between her daughter’s thighs, but if she was obeying the order I couldn’t tell.
“Good. Very good. Keep doing it until I say stop.” I guess Sarah was actually kissing Annie’s cunt.
Annita looked over at me and winked, a big smile on her face. She took her hand off her mother’s head and set her free to kiss or not. She kept on kissing.
The whole situation was a real turn on. Sarah had finally realised that she was an addict, and she was clearly prepared to do almost anything to get a fix.
“Now lick me Mummy. I want to feel your tongue on me. Show me how much you love me. Show me how bad you need your medication.”
My cock was hard as a rock in my pants. How I would have loved to kneel behind my wife, lift her skirt, rip off her knickers and fuck her senseless.
From the big smile on Annita’s face I assumed that Sarah was doing what she was told and had accepted her new role in life. It would only get worse from here on in. But I wasn’t worried about that right now, what I wanted was a soft wet hole to bury my stiff cock in.
“You wanna fuck me Daddy?” my sweet daughter asked, as her mother continued licking her.
“God yes!” I wanted that a lot.
“OK, give Mummy her fix, and then you can fuck me.”
Five minutes later Sarah was inhaling the crack fumes and getting high.
While she knocked herself out I stripped off and replaced her between my daughter’s smooth creamy-white thighs.
“Yeah Daddy, eat me,” Annita moaned as I licked and probed, and sucked on her little hard clitoris.
But I needed a fuck. I needed it badly. Some days I could eat pussy for hours and be happy to get a girl off, but today I needed to pump a load as fast as possible.
I pulled back and looked up at Annie’s face.
“I’m sorry baby, but I need a fuck,” I said, my eyes pleading for it.
“OK, no problem Dad, I’m ready. Let’s show Mummy what fucking looks like, up close.” She jumped off the sofa and peeled off her tee shirt and knickers.
Sarah was sprawled on the carpet, half stoned and wanting to get all the way.
Annita laughed at her mother and pushed her down flat on her back.
“You just relax Mummy. Relax and watch what Daddy does to me now. He gives me his big cock every day, and from now on you don’t get any.”
Annita straddled her mother’s head, facing her feet.
“You can watch Daddy fuck me Mum. If you want you can lick his balls or lick my cunt. But now you’ll see how things have changed.”
I didn’t care about anything but that wonderful ass and the slit that was ready for my cock. OK it was my daughter’s slit and it was my wife’s face underneath, but who cares right?
Thanks to her mother’s tonguing, my cock slid smoothly into Annita’s willing fuck pit.
“Oh God I love your cunt,” I groaned, gripping her hips with both hands and jamming myself as far into her as I could go.
“Yeah, fuck me Daddy,” Annita said loudly, and I realised she was making sure that her mother could hear what was happening, as well as getting a worm’s-eye view of my cock fucking our daughter’s fantastic slit.
“Baby this feels so fucking good,” I moaned, humping her hard and fast.
“Gimme your big load Daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me pregnant Daddy.”
She pushed back hard onto me, making sure that she took my full length with every thrust. Her cunt was so tight it was like she was milking me with her hand.
“Come on Daddy. Give me a baby. Which do you want a girl or boy?” she panted, on her hands and knees, doggy style, above her mothers prone body.
I hadn’t given that question a single thought before. If I knocked her up would I want my daughter to have our son or daughter?
“I want a little girl, a daughter,” Annita went on, jamming her ass onto my stiff muscle. “Then I can teach her how to please you. Teach her all the tricks to get you off.”
“Oh God Annie, don’t, that’s too much.” It was true - I wasn’t really into incest. It only excited me when I was a
eady excited, like now.
“Yeah Dad, you can be our slave. Imagine being the slave of a little girl. Imagine all the dirty things we could make you do.”
I was getting close. She was driving me over the edge.
“Cum in me Daddy. Cum up me you dirty bastard. Fill me with cum. Let Mum see you fill me up.”
“Gahhhhh,” I grunted, forcing myself to the hilt and pumping my hot wads into her womb.
“Yeah, yeah Daddy. Every drop. I want it all,” she shouted, screwing and rotating her hips back onto my spurting spike.
I slumped across her back as my energy failed, gasping and slick with sweat.
“Nice one Daddy,” my little girl giggled. “I think that might have been the one. You sure filled me up this time.”
I pulled out with a wet plop, and sat back against the sofa, getting my breath back.
Annita stayed where she was, on all fours, her gaping wet cunt just above her mother’s eyes.
“You see Mummy. This is what Daddy gives me every day. A nice big load. And I’m gonna have his baby soon.”
I guess Sarah was mostly out of it, but her eyes were open and she seemed fascinated by her daughter’s sloppy hole.
As I watched, my bubbly slime started to ooze out of Annita, forming large viscous drops on her thin, tight labia, before slowly dripping down onto my wife’s upturned face.
I suppose Annita wanted to make a point, but she stayed there until the drips had coated her mother from forehead to chin with a mix of our sticky fluids.
“There Mummy, don’t say I never give you anything,” she laughed, as she lifted her leg and moved away, and allowed her mother she see something more than her slime-filled twat.
“That was mean,” I said, smirking. My cock had wilted now, but I was sure we’d be fucking again before bedtime.
“I really think you did it that time Dad,” Annita said, looking at me with a big happy smile. “I really think you made me pregnant. I felt it. I’m sure.”
Sarah had one more fix before I put her to bed in the spare room. I was tempted to make her turn a trick to earn it, but that would all come later.
Annita joined me in the marital bed. It was like we were man and wife now, and she seemed convinced that she was knocked up.
Next morning – Monday morning – Annita got her period.