Midweek. Paul's call comes through just as I'm parking at the school two cars bought outright last week, cash, no questions. One for me, one for Katie. "The girls are in my office. Good time for a visit." I kill the engine, pocket the keys, and walk the corridor to his door, knocking just as he's wrapping up with the twins.
"Mr. Ben!" Dana lights up. Gina's head snaps around, a smile already tugging at her mouth.
"Fancy seeing you two here," I say, easy. "I was just in the neighborhood. How's the tutoring treating you?"
Paul leans back, papers in hand. "They were just telling me how it's going. Seems you've made math the most popular subject in the building." He chuckles, and the twins flush, stealing glances at each other. "You know what I've got a meeting. Girls, why don't you finish up here with Ben. He can walk you back to class."
I nod, all warmth. "Go on. I've got a few minutes."
Paul gathers his folder, pats my shoulder on the way out and I hear him at the door, his voice low but carrying through the crack. "Mrs. Higgins, Ben's explaining a difficult math problem to the Hudson girls in my office. Don't let anyone bother them."
A beat of silence. Her frown is almost audible. Then, reluctantly: "Yes, Mr. Paulsson."
The door clicks shut. The office is suddenly very quiet.
I lean back against Paul's big desk, my ass on the edge, arms loose at my sides. "Come here, girls. Stand in front of me."
They do, rosy-cheeked, eyes bright excited already at the promise of attention. I take them in, one in each hand, palms closing over their asses. I pull them into contact with my body, and they come willingly, breath catching.
"So," I murmur, kneading their cheeks, "how are you doing? Really?"
**We're - we're good, Mr. Ben."*
**F-fine.**
Stutter. Blush. Their bodies are warm against mine, hearts hammering. I chuckle. "I guess I won't get a clear answer like this."
*System, buy an aerosol bomb and deploy it.*
[Aerosol bomb purchased. 10,000 PDP deducted. Current PDP: 48,375.]
[First aerosol bomb deployed. 8ft radius. Duration: 3 minutes.]
Their faces go slack for a fraction of a second then smooth over. I keep kneading through it, my voice low and even, letting each suggestion land.
"You're my good girls, I'm your perfect daddy. Everything daddy does, everything daddy tells you to do, is proper and private. You want to kiss your daddy, you don't mind which body part daddy uses to touch you, and you want to make daddy happy the way he made you happy during tutoring - but you don't know how, so you'll happily follow every suggestion daddy gives you."
They blink. A shared glance the kind that says something shifted and they can't name what. But neither pulls away.
[Pervy act detected: grope butt (Dana): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer = 300 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: grope butt (Gina): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer = 300 PDP]
I keep one hand on Gina's ass and slide the other up the back of Dana's neck, drawing her close until her forehead almost touches mine.
"Daddy wants to kiss you."
[Dana love: 5-12]
[Dana horniness: 15-25]
She goes shy at first then my tongue touches her lips, and she startles, a soft gasp against my mouth. But the suggestion is humming in her head, and her eyes flutter shut, and she cooperates wholeheartedly, kissing me back like she's been waiting her whole life for permission. I feel Gina watching, and out of the corner of my eye I see the flicker of jealousy.
[Pervy act detected: french kiss (Dana): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer = 300 PDP]
Without breaking the kiss, my hand on Gina's ass slides around to the front, between her thighs. Her breathing hitches.
[Pervy act detected: grope pussy (Gina): 100 x 1.5 Virgin slayer = 150 PDP]
[Gina horniness: 19-30]
I work my fingers up under the waistband of her panties and find her already wet, rubbing her slowly. She moans against my shoulder, hips pressing into my hand.
After a minute I break the kiss, ease off Gina's cunt, and lean back against the desk, settling my weight on it as I look at them both.
"It's now your time to help daddy concentrate. Dana dear, loosen my belt. Gina, be a good girl and open my zipper."
They obey, trembling, eager fingers clumsy with excitement. My pants drop to the floor, and I stand there in my boxers, my cock straining against the fabric.
[Dana horniness: 25-30]
[Gina horniness: 3038]
I nod at Gina. "Go ahead, honey. Kneel in front of me and lower my boxers."
She moves slowly, sinking down, her fingers working the waistband. Some tiny voice at the back of her head whispers that this is wrong but it's drowned out by the suggestion and her own hunger, and it goes quiet. Her hands shake as the boxers come down.
[Dana horniness: 3035]
[Gina horniness: 3844]
My cock springs free, big and erect, and both of them freeze. Gina, kneeling, finds herself inches from the pulsing member. She swallows, involuntarily, and licks her lips.
I hold the moment, letting them look. Then, at my motion, Gina rises and stands at my side again, and I reward her with my hand back on her ass.
"Good girls. You make daddy happy."
[Dana love: 12-20]
[Gina love: 5-13]
[Dana affection: 22-26]
[Gina affection: 18-22]
"Now," I say, "lose the blazers. Open your shirts. Lift your bras. Drop your skirts. Daddy wants to see his beautiful daughters' bodies."
They comply with a hitch in their throat - blazers off, skirts pooled at their feet, shirts open and hanging loose off their shoulders, bras lifted high over their perky D-cups. I pull them close, one against each side of me, and slide a hand down the back of their panties, one finger pressing into each tight little asshole.
[Pervy act detected: anal fingering (Dana): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 1.5 state of undress = 450 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: anal fingering (Gina): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 1.5 state of undress = 450 PDP]
[Dana trust: 68-72]
[Gina trust: 65-69]
They whimper, the tight rings clenching around my fingers. I work them slowly, methodically, and as they get used to it, I lean in and kiss first Dana, then Gina - deep, tongue, both of them melting into it.
[Pervy act detected: french kiss (Dana): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 1.5 state of undress = 450 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: French kiss (Gina): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 1.5 state of undress = 450 PDP]
Then I stop, and I teach them how to handle me. Gina's fingers curl around my balls, cupping, caressing. Dana's hands close around the shaft, and together they find a rhythm, slow at first, then surer.
[Pervy act detected: handjob (Dana + Gina): 200 x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 1.5 state of undress = 450 PDP]
[Dana horniness: 35-42]
[Gina horniness: 44-50]
I intensify the double ass-ault, fingers pressing deeper into their asses, and I duck my head to their tits mouth, tongue, working their nipples while they work my cock. They're overwhelmed, moaning softly, murmuring *"daddy... daddy** over and over, but still a ways from orgasm.
My rocket, though, is approaching the launch pad fast.
"Gina, honey - grab Paul's coffee cup off his desk. Hold it out for daddy."
Still at my side, my finger buried deep in her ass, she stretches and takes the mug in her left hand and holds it before my cock. Dana, never breaking her stroke, guides the head into the rim, lining it up with the cup.
I grip them both, bury my fingers as deep in their asses as I can, and they gasp as I come - rope after rope splashing into the cup, filling nearly a third of it.
Half-spent, I give each of them a long, lingering kiss. "You make daddy proud."
I nod at the cup. "In there is the proof of my love. Share it between you."
Hesitation. Blushes. Then shy Dana, the introvert, reaches for the cup and raises it to her lips. She grimaces at the taste, but she drinks about half passing it to Gina, who finishes it off.
[Dana trust: 7275]
[Gina trust: 69 72]
[Dana love: 20-24]
[Gina love: 13-17]
"Good girls," I praise them again. "For a perfect ending... kiss each other."
They don't need to be asked twice. They lean in and kiss - tentative at first, then hungry, putting their newfound tongue-knowledge to good use.
[Dana affection: 26-30]
[Gina affection: 22 26]
[Total earned: 3,300 PDP]
[New balance: 51,675 PDP]
I dress, calm and unhurried, and tell them to do the same. They find their blazers, their shirts, their bras, their skirts, cheeks still flushed. I hold the door for them, and they walk out into the corridor ahead of me, and they're skipping actually skipping all the way to their classroom.
I linger in the empty hallway, buttoning my cuffs, and let myself think it. I really can't wait to leave those. two a sloppy, fully-fucked mess.
*Patience, I remind myself. *Mary has to be handled first.*
I smile at the thought. "Well," I murmur to the empty corridor, "a double blowjob, or perhaps a three-way 69, ought to keep me patient enough..."
I roam the corridor and, a few doors down, run into Paul heading back to his office. He pauses. "Everything settled?"
"Everything was fine," I say. "Though you really need to wash your coffee cup thoroughly."
Paul is taken aback for a beat then the penny drops and he snorts. "Next time, bring your own cup."
"Next time, I'll have my own goddamn school!"
We both laugh. Then I shift gear, dropping my voice. "That said, the encounter with the twins left me unsatisfied. Find an excuse to bring Hester out of class, and put an out-of-order sign on the girls' toilets."
Paul nods. "I'll handle it."
He is true to his word. Less than two minutes later, a smiling Hester comes zooming down the empty corridor and stops in front of the toilets where I'm waiting. I smile at her, then grab her hand and drag a delighted Hester into the toilets and the first empty cubicle.
The first cubicle is empty, the door swinging open at my touch. I step in and pull her after me, spinning her so her back hits the stall wall. Hester laughs, bright and unafraid, her eyes already dark with understanding. I slide the old bolt shut worn silver with years of thumbs on the door does the rest. and the out-of-order sign
It's cramped and dim, lit by the ceiling strip through the gap. A white porcelain toilet humped in the corner, a toilet-paper dispenser on the right, a metal grab bar bolted to the left wall. Hester's grin is wicked. 'Ooh, daddy got us a private bathroom," she whispers.
"No talking," I tell her, and her grin only widens.
I grip the hem of her blazer and pull it comes away, folded, hung on the hook behind the door. Her white blouse stays. Her pleated skirt unzips at my fingers and falls around her knees, and she steps out of it, one foot at a time, until she's in blouse and panties and the striped knee socks, toes curling on the cold tile.
I point at the toilet. "On your hands and knees. On the lid. Face the grab bar."
She doesn't hesitate. She climbs onto the closed porcelain lid and settles onto all fours, turned sideways to the bowl, facing the grab bar, knees wide, hips tipped out toward the open side of the stall. She looks back over her shoulder with that hooded, worshipful gaze. My pet. My good little squirrel.
I unbuckle my belt, undo the button and zipper, then push jeans and boxers down to my ankles together. My cock springs free, thick and aching, and I step in on the right side of the WC, my shoes brushing the bowl's base as I stand behind her. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and lower them down her thighs her tight little asshole bared first, then her tiny teen cunt. I run the head along her slit, teasing. She pushes back, wanting it, a soft whine in her throat.
"Not there, I murmur, my thumb tracing down to her asshole. "Here."
Her breath catches. Her eyes roll. She loves this.
I press my cockhead against her asshole, and she arches into it, taking me inch by inch, her fingers scrabbling at the smooth lid and finding the grab bar, her moan bitten off against her own shoulder. The bar clinks with the rhythm as I settle in fucking her in the dim half-light of a school toilet, the empty corridor just beyond the door, my palm flat over her mouth to keep her quiet the way she likes it, the other hand gripping her hip and pinning her to the lid.
[Pervy act detected: anal sex (partial undress): 1,200 x 1.5 undress = 1,800 PDP]
I drive into her hard and fast, the way she wants it, the stall shaking, and she's trembling beneath me, hips rocking back to meet every thrust, swallowing her screams into my palm. Her knees slip on the lid, and she grabs for the bar, and I catch her, holding her up, fucking her through it.
She comes first, clenching around me with a muffled wail I feel through my whole palm and that's it. The twins left me wound so tight that three more strokes have me pouring into her, rope after rope flooding her ass.
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in ass (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 undress = 900 PDP]
[Hester orgasm: +500 PDP]
I stay there a moment, buried deep, listening to her pant. Then I pull out with a soft pop and watch my cum leak out of her a white trickle running down over her cunt onto the closed lid. She turns, dazed, and I gather it on my fingers and feed it to her. "Thanks, pet. Working on the twins left me all worked up."
She smiles at me, sweet and sincere. "It's all right, father. I will always be here, whenever and however you need me."
I pat her head and reply, "I know, pet. And I love you for it."
[Total earned: 3,200 PDP]
[New balance: 54,875 PDP]
-x-X-x-
The last few days pass quietly. Mostly I fuck my lovely slave and my two horny kittens into oblivion.
Katie on her back in our bed, Hope bent over the kitchen counter, Hester on her knees whenever I crook a finger - round after round until all three of them are spent and dripping and smiling. A lazy, filthy blur.
Then Saturday comes. Time to see if the twins will remember to remove their panties. Grin...
I slide out from under Katie's arm, careful not to wake her. Hope is sprawled across the foot of the bed on her stomach, face mashed into the pillow, one hand still clutching a corner of the sheet. Hester has wedged herself sideways against the headboard, a long bare leg hooked over the rail, drooling softly onto the pillowcase. Last night's marathon has left them a tangle of limbs, and extricating myself from it took a good ten minutes.
I finally manage to get free, shower, and dress casual - jeans and a pale button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbow. Trustworthy. Unthreatening. The mentor who happens to own the building.
At ten on the dot, the doorbell rings.
I open it to Mary and give her the usual quick inventory: athletic, dark hair pulled back, a soft summer top that does nothing for my self-control. Behind her, the twins - Dana and Gina - dressed down for once, no uniforms. Today is theirs, and their mother has let them choose.
They've chosen well.
Dana wears a simple yellow sundress that reaches her knees, straps a thumb wide, hem brushing her calves. Gina has gone for a plain cotton blouse, buttons all the way up, tucked into a loose navy skirt that falls past her knees. Sandals. Hair in neat braids. Casual, modest, unguarded two good girls dressed to be seen and not noticed.
"Good morning, Mary." My smile lands warm, then drops to the twins. "And look at you two weekend mode suits you."
"Morning, Ben." She smiles, easy and relaxed the pin has done its silent, hourly work. "They slept in, and I still got them here on time. Impressive."
"Come in, come in."
I step back, and the girls file in ahead of their mother, cheerful waves. Mary lingers a second in the doorway. There's a softness to her that wasn't there when I signed her lease. The pin's been chipping at her walls for weeks. The trust fund made her grateful. The spray made her warm. Ninety-five on the trust-meter and rising, and she just thinks I'm a nice landlord-cum-tutor though the twins have a better grasp of the cum part than the tutoring one so far.
"I'll be back around lunch," she says. "You have my number if they need anything."
"Always."
She turns to go, and I catch her shoulder a little extra, a gift and plant one on her cheek before she realizes it. A quick peck, nothing special. The kind you give a cousin when you haven't seen them in a while.
She freezes. Eyes gone hazy, flush up her neck, and for one second she's not a mother at all - just a woman caught off guard. She swallows, drops her car keys, fumbles for them, and looks at me like she's not sure what just hit her.
"See you at lunch, Ben," she manages, a little breathless, and walks off toward the elevator.
The door clicks shut. We are alone.
The moment the lock turns, Dana drops her bag by the door with a soft thud no ceremony - and shucks her panties, Gina follows, kicking hers off with a shiver. Two sets of smooth, bare thighs under yellow sundress and navy skirt, bare cunt hidden beneath hem. They cover their fronts a little, matching blushes, but their eyes are hopeful and waiting. Good. The suggestion worked.
I let them wait one gorgeous second. Then: "Good girls. You remembered - just like I asked."
"Today, I say, low and lazy, "we're not doing math."
Their breath catches. They know what that means. Or at least they think they do.
"Today I want to see my girls completely. Both of you - everything off."
They don't need telling twice. Dana's straps slide down and the yellow sundress pools at her feet. She unhooks her plain white bra, lets it fall, and she's bare before me, small firm tits, dark nipples standing up in the morning light. Gina works her blouse open one button at a time, shrugs it off, unclasps a simple cotton bra, then the navy skirt follows matching tits out, blush crawling down her throat. They cup themselves for a second, then drop their hands, pink-faced, letting me look.
I look. Slow. Deliberate. From their faces all the way down to their bare feet. Both of them shiver, and neither looks away.
"Good girls." My voice comes out a little rougher than I meant. "Now, come here and peel Daddy out of his clothes."
Slowly, together, they approach me. Four small hands work my buttons open. Gina draws my shirt from my shoulders; Dana kneels and works my belt, then the button, then the zip, pulling jeans and boxers down my thighs together. My cock springs free, thick and already aching, bobbing inches from Dana's face. She stares. Wide-eyed. Breath caught. The first one she's seen up close since the handjob in Paul's office.
"Good girls." I step out of the jeans. "Couch. Now. One on each side."
They scramble to the couch, one on each side, warm bodies tucking against my shoulders, bare hips pressing in as I stretch an arm along the back and pull them close. We sink into the cushions together, my cock tenting between us, waiting.
I let my hands wander. Down Dana's shoulder, over Gina's collarbones, up a bare thigh. Soft kisses on their temples. Slow, gentle, no rush - just enough touch to arouse them.
And they do. A quiet sigh out of one of them. Breathing goes shallow, flush spreading down their stomachs. They turn into me, hips grinding against empty air, desperate and dumb with it.
[Dana horniness: 16-34]
[Gina horniness: 2138]
Good. They are climbing.
"Today's lesson," I say softly, "is practical." I stand. "Sit up. Side by side. Backs straight."
They scramble, all willingness, and sit together in the middle of the couch, shoulders almost touching.
"Now - feet flat on the couch. Knees up and apart. Like the letter M."
They gape - but they obey, knees falling open, soles flat, ankles tucked, thighs spread until their glistening cunts lay fully exposed to me.
[Dana horniness: 3452]
[Gina horniness: 3856]
Their twin little cunts stare at me, and I happily stare back as I think, damn, I am really going to enjoy this...
-x-X-x-
I settle onto my knees on the floor in front of the couch, between them, and rest my palms on the soft inner sides of their spread thighs, holding them open.
"There are things I've wanted to tell you both," I say, softly, soaking in their nervousness. "I hope you believe them. You're good girls brave, pretty, sweet. And the truth is, I've come to love having you here. Laughing with my girls. Trusting me. Sitting for me."
My palms slide inward, up their inner thighs, brushing smooth bare skin until my fingertips rest against their wet cunts. A tiny gasp from each. But I don't move yet.
"I would love nothing more, I say, "than for the two of you to be my daughters. Proper daughters."
Their breathing goes ragged. My fingertips trace small, slow circles, barely grazing, and their hips buck against my hands, helpless, following me.
It is Gina who breaks first - the steadier twin. She bites her lip, a small noise escaping her, and blurts: "Could you... become our daddy?"
A delighted laugh escapes me. Perfect.
"Possibly," I say, and work my middle finger into a slow, shallow stroke around her wet cunt while the other hand keeps teasing Dana. "First, let me tell you what that would mean. Then you decide."
Both of them stare at me, breathless, their wet cunts leaking onto the couch.
"A daughter is completely her father's," I say. "Not for a while forever. She's always at his side, close to him, and she gives him everything: her trust, her respect, and her body too, because that's what love is at its truest. If I became your daddy, I would be the only lover you'd ever know. Only me. Every way, mind and body both." I look from one to the other. "Is that what you want?"
The room is quiet except for their ragged breathing.
They don't answer. Doubt. Anxiety. What I'm asking of them is a lot, and I can feel their hesitation.
I smile, softly. "It's all right, girls. Take a minute to think about it. I will help you concentrate."
I bend between Gina's thighs, lower my head, and set my mouth to her slick cunt.
A yelp of astonishment. A long, low moan. My tongue presses flat against her clit and circles, slow and wet, up and down, no hurry, parting her labia lips, licking deep. Her hands fly down to my hair, clutching, hips rolling, words falling apart into a flood of crazed moans, her body trembling uncontrollably from the new, extreme sensation.
And my free hand slides along Dana's inner thigh, fingers finding her wet cunt and stroking slow and shallow around the outer lips, never entering. They are virgins, both of them, and I have no intention of wasting that gift between my fingers. That is the main course. This is just a wet reminder, a taste of what is coming.
Dana melts into the leather and spreads her knees a little wider.
After a long, good while, I pull my mouth from Gina and drop my head between Dana's legs. My tongue finds her, and my fingers, slick with her sister's wetness, slide and stroke between Gina's labia lips. I alternate - licking one while the other's clit pulses under my fingers until both of them lie back against the couch, eyes glazed, thighs shaking, about to cum together.
They are just a few licks away from coming explosively, I can tell.
So I stop.
I draw back and kneel, palms flat over both their twitching cunts at once, holding them still. A small, wordless noise of pain and need from Dana.
A full minute crawls by. They sigh, staring at the ceiling, slowly coming down from their arousal-induced high.
"Girls," I say, gently, "have you reached a decision?"
It takes a moment - they are still dazed, slowly coming down. Then understanding settles over their faces.
And it is Dana the shy one, the nervous one who reacts first. Her lips move, and a quiet, broken, perfect little word falls out in a whisper.
"Daddy. Please don't stop."
The word hits me, and I feel the heat of it roll through me. My eyes find Gina.
Her face is completely flushed. She drops her gaze to her own open thighs, my hand on her cunt, then raises it to look at me, and whispers, "I want you to be my daddy too."
[Dana - Trust: 75-90]
[Dana Affection: 30-55]
[Dana Love: 24-52]
[Dana - Loyalty: 65]
[Gina - Trust: 72.88]
[Gina - Affection: 2650]
[Gina Love: 17-48]
[Gina - Loyalty: 65]
There it is. Both of them, offered up, trembling and bare and mine if I want.
And suddenly I have a conundrum on my hands, and it is a doozy.
Two daughters, two dripping cunts, one tongue. I could take them one at a time slow, thorough, watching each shatter in turn, savoring every gasp. Or I could use my fingers, both at once, dragging them over the edge together, their orgasms cresting in perfect twin harmony.
One at a time. Both at once. Fingers.
I ponder it for exactly one second, looking from Dana's pleading eyes to Gina's flushed face, and then I smile. Bold, then. Family-style. We are going to make this a group effort.
"In this family," I say, quiet and warm, "we have no secrets. And we help each other."
I raise my voice. "Hope! Come in here."
A pause. A fumble behind the living-room door the sound of someone scrambling, caught with her hand somewhere it shouldn't be. The door swings open and Hope steps in, flustered, cheeks hot, eyes wide, one hand still fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. She is breathing hard, and I know exactly why she was out there. My little voyeur, listening at the crack, working her own cunt to the sound of her sisters' moans.
The twins see her and panic. Dana squeaks, her hands flying down to cover her pussy; Gina clamps her thighs shut, twin blushes flaring into full alarm. "It's okay, it's okay," I say, calm, giving their twats a gentle squeeze. "She is now your sister too. She has faced the very same dilemma before and daddy helped her through it. She is here to help you now, just like daddy helped her."
The panic drains out of them, replaced by uncertainty, then slow, blooming trust.
I turn to Hope. "It's not fair for you to be dressed, is it, princess?"
Hope doesn't need a second invitation. Her shorts come off in one tug, her shirt over her head, and she stands naked before them proud, unashamed, a daughter who knows exactly what she is and delights in it. The twins stare, drinking her in, this new sister of theirs who has walked the road they are about to walk.
"Now," I say to her, soft, "I want both of them to enjoy this as much as possible. But daddy's only got one tongue. So I'm going to need your help."
-x-X-x-
Hope doesn't speak. She doesn't need to. She makes a beeline for Gina, drops to her knees between the twins' spread thighs, and smiles up at her warm, conspiratorial, utterly at ease.
"Don't worry, sis," she says. "Just relax and enjoy."
And she dives into her muffin.
Gina's head tilts back with a strangled cry, her hips bucking as Hope's mouth finds her clit, tongue working in quick, sure strokes a daughter who knows exactly how it is done, because my daughter has learned it from me, and has had plenty of practice with Hester and mommy.
I lower my head to Dana and do the same.
The shy twin gasps, shudders, her hands digging into my scalp, and I eat her out slow and deep, tongue parting her labia lips, circling her clit, while beside me Hope works her sister into a frenzy. The shrill screams of orgasming twins fill the room.
We push them up and over at the same moment. Both of them arch off the couch together, backs bowed, and howl a huge, twin orgasm ripping through them as one, their cunts flooding, their bodies shuddering through wave after wave while Hope and I keep licking, keep driving, don't stop until they collapse back into the leather, spent, dripping, utterly wrecked.
[Pervy act detected: cunnilingus (Dana) 400 x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 1.5 undress = 900 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: cunnilingus (Gina) - 400 x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 1.5 undress = 900 PDP]
[Dana orgasm: +500 PDP]
[Gina orgasm: +500 PDP]
[Total earned: 2,800 PDP]
[New balance: 57,675 PDP]
The twins lie there, still out of it, glassy-eyed, murmuring "daddy... daddy...' over and over like a prayer, the word spilling out of them on every breath.
I stand and kiss the crown of each of their heads, gentle, proud.
'Good girls, I say softly. "Daddy's very proud of you."
My cock is still rock-hard, aching, about to explode. I've tasted them, made them cum but I haven't had mine yet.
For a second I picture it: burying my cock in one of those tight little pussies, taking their virginity right there on the couch. They'd bleed, they'd cry, they'd love it. Soon-to-be-bleeding pussies, and I want nothing more than to be buried in them.
But I can't. Not yet.
Mary isn't fully converted trust at ninety-five, loyalty barely above thirty. If the twins come home bleeding and walking funny, she'll know in a second. Then it all comes down: the tutoring, the building, the school, Paul's arrangement. Everything I've built, gone because I couldn't hold my load a few more weeks.
Anal's out too. No prep, and at my size they wouldn't walk straight for a week. They have to sit down at lunch with their mother watching them.
That leaves only one hole that doesn't leave a mark.
Time to teach my girls how to suck cock. A triple blowjob - just what the doctor would order, if the doctor was as horny as I am.
Hope's still naked, kneeling there, watching me, waiting, licking Gina's juices from her lips.
I slide between them on the couch, my arms settling over their shoulders, and they lean into me without a thought, their heads coming to rest on my arms like it's the most natural thing in the world. Warm, bare, trusting. I take a second to kiss them a quiet, lingering French kiss for Dana, slow and gentle, my tongue brushing hers before I pull back. Then the same for Gina. They kiss back, soft and dazed, still swimming in the afterglow.
"Listen, girls." My voice is low, easy. "One of a daughter's main duties is to take care of her daddy - just like daddy takes care of you. So today I'm going to teach you how to take care of me. How to relieve daddy's tension with your mouths - the same way you used your hands in Paul's office."
Dana's breath catches. Gina's eyes go wide. They remember the office remember their hands wrapped around me, the look on my face. And now they understand there's more.
Hope grasps it immediately. Still on her knees, she repositions herself in front of me, ready, almost eager. But she doesn't take the initiative she waits, unsure how I want to go about it. Good girl.
I smile at the twins. "Hope is going to give you a quick demonstration. Watch closely. You'll be doing this yourselves in a minute."
"Hope. Suck my balls."
She happily complies, leaning in, her mouth closing over my balls, tongue working them gently while the twins watch eyes fixed, barely breathing. They've never seen anything like this. They don't even know it's possible.
"Now kiss the head. She does a soft, lingering kiss against the tip. "Now lick it." Her tongue slides over the head, slow and wet. "Now take just the tip in your mouth, and hold it there."
She takes me in her lips, just the head, holding it, her eyes lifting to mine, waiting. The twins' eyes have grown big as saucers. Mouths slightly open. They've never imagined such a scene.
"Good. Now run your tongue along the shaft, keeping the head between your lips." She obeys, tongue tracing the length. "Now suck gently." Her cheeks hollow as she sucks. "Now take me deeper. Slow."
Hope sinks down, taking my cock slowly into her mouth, inch by inch. The twins' mouths form a pair of O's. Dana's hand finds Gina's just above Hope's head bobbing on my cock, the two of them clutching each other like they're watching something sacred and forbidden at once.
A couple of slow bobs of Hope's head, and I say, "Now do all three at once lick, suck, and move. No deep throat. It's too early for the twins to see that."
Hope complies greedily, her mouth working me in earnest, all three techniques at once. I let her go for a long, delicious minute - then I stop her before she can make me cum.
"That's enough, princess." She pulls off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cockhead, breathing hard, a question in her eyes. I ruffle her hair.
"Today is for the twins."
They stare at me, twin blushes burning, understanding dawning, their bodies trembling in anxiousness and excitement it's their turn...
I settle back into the couch, spread wide, my cock standing up slick with Hope's saliva, and let my hands fall from their shoulders to their asses.
They don't need to be told. Dana tucks in on my left, Gina on my right, squeezed against the couch on either side of me, their bodies angled toward mine, their eyes fixed on my cock, staring at it like it's something holy and terrifying all at once. Hope stays put between my legs, waiting, her mouth already working over my balls, tongue curling around each one in turn, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. Good girl. I reach down and ruffle her hair, and she looks up at me, eyes bright, waiting for orders.
I lean toward Dana, my hands still on their asses, and nibble her ear. She shivers, turning to face me, her eyes meeting mine wide, wet, hopeful. "Watch Hope. Then you do the same."
She looks down at my balls, at Hope's mouth working there, her lips parted, fascinated in a way she can't quite hide. Then she looks at my cock again, close enough to kiss, and swallows. Nervous. But she doesn't look away. That's the important part - she wants this.
"Okay," she whispers, more to herself than to me. "Okay."
"You're not going to hurt it," I say, soft. "Just take the head first. Hold it in your mouth. Feel it. Careful with your teeth."
She hesitates a heartbeat. Then she leans in, mouth open, and takes just the crown between her lips. Her breath is hot on my shaft, her tongue flat against the underside, and the feel of her virgin mouth closing around me for the first time - Jesus. I hold still, letting her get used to it, watching her cheeks hollow as she finds the rhythm of it on her own. Her hands are fisted in her lap, knuckles white, the way a girl grips when she's concentrating with everything she has. Damn, I struck gold with these two. She will reach Katie's level in no time at all.
"Good. Now the tongue," I murmur. "Just a little, like Hope showed you."
She drags her tongue flat along the underside, experimenting, and when I groan she does it again, encouraged. Not only eager, but intuitive. More than I hoped for.
"Now pull back, and this time run your tongue along the bottom while you go."
She obeys, dragging her tongue up the underside of my cock as she pulls off, slow, clumsy, learning. A string of spit connects her lips to the head when she lets me go. She looks up at me for approval, cheeks burning, her eyes asking if she did it right.
"Good girl. Again. Deeper this time."
She takes me back in, deeper, her mouth stretching around my girth, a small noise in her throat as she works to take more. Her hands come up to grip the base, steadying herself, and she starts to move, slow, unsure, finding a rhythm. I can feel her focus the way a girl concentrates when she wants to get something right, wants to please her daddy. I give her ass a squeeze, encouragement.
"That's it. Slowly. You've got it."
She hums around me at the praise, and the vibration travels straight down my spine. Meanwhile, I turn. my head toward Gina and lean in, my lips finding hers.
"Come here, you little wildcat."
She leans in, and I kiss her, tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her. She melts into it, moaning against my lips while her sister works my cock. One twin at my mouth, one at my dick and I can't decide which is filthier. So I shut up and enjoy it.
My hands, already on their asses, squeeze and knead, then slide my fingers down their cracks and both of them tense as my fingers find their assholes.
"Easy," I murmur against Gina's lips. "Just relax. Let daddy in."
I work my middle fingers against their tight rings, pressing, and one by one they give a knuckle sliding into each of them, gentle, stirring. Dana's mouth goes slack around my cock at the feel of it, a moan vibrating up my shaft. Gina gasps into my kiss. I stir them both slowly, their assholes clenching around my fingers, and I can feel how much they want this, how wide open they are for me. Not enough for my cock to barge in, but a good start nonetheless.
"How does that feel, my sexy kitten?" I ask Dana, and she pulls off my cock just long enough to pant: "Weird... but good. It feels good, daddy." She goes straight back down, hungry. Good.
Gina's the bolder one, always has been. She pushes back against my finger, taking it deeper, a low moan caught in her throat. I curl my finger inside her, slow, and her ass rocks against my hand while she keeps kissing me, her tongue chasing mine. Dear god, I can't wait to rip her asshole apart!
After a bit, I pull my fingers out they whimper, both of them and I tap each of them on the cheek. "Switch. Gina, you suck. Dana, come here."
They swap, and it's a beautiful thing to watch. Gina takes my cock in her mouth, quicker than her sister, bolder, and I feel her tongue work the underside while she finds her rhythm - she's been watching; she knows what to do. She bobs her head with a confidence Dana didn't have on the first try, and I can feel the difference between them, twin bodies but different temperaments, one shy and careful, one hungry and sure. Both on their way to become fully mine.
Dana leans in and kisses me, and I take her mouth, one hand cupping her small, firm tit, rolling her nipple between my fingers, then ducking my head to suck it. She gasps, arching into me, her hands in my hair, her body trembling against my side.
"Is Dana being a good girl, daddy? Is Dana... doing it right?"
Her words catch. I suck harder, biting gently, and she shivers against me, her breath coming in little gasps, while below, Gina keeps bobbing, her head moving in a steady rhythm she's picked up fast. I reach down and cup both their asses again, fingers finding their holes, stirring, and this time neither of them even flinches - they just push back against my fingers, hungry.
We go back and forth like that. One twin blowing me, the other kissing me, tits in my mouth, fingers in their asses. A couple of rounds, each time a little more confident, each twin learning from the other. I coach them through it "slower", "tighter lips", "use your tongue", "deeper, take it all" and they soak it up, desperate to please. I can hear the wet sounds of them working, the little moans, the shift of bodies on the couch. By the third swap, Dana's got it down she takes me deep, holds, swallows around me, and I can feel my balls drawing up, my load rising, my whole body tensing toward the edge.
I pull her off. "Not yet, kitten. We're not done."
She's breathing hard, lips red, slick with spit, her eyes glassy, a string of saliva still hanging from her chin. Gina's kissing my thigh, licking up toward my cock, her hands sliding over my hips. And Hope is still there, patient, working my balls, keeping them ready, her eyes on mine. My three girls, all for me, and me for them.
"Final formation," I say. "Dana, you keep blowing me. Gina, you get the shaft - kiss it, lick it, all the way up. Hope, you keep doing what you're doing."
Dana takes me back in her mouth, and this time she's sure lips tight, head bobbing, tongue working.
Gina nuzzles in beside her, her hands on my thighs, and starts kissing up the side of my shaft, tongue trailing along it, tasting her sister's spit, her own lips wet and red. She takes the base in her mouth when Dana pulls back, and I realize they're working together now, trading off without being told, like they share a brain. Twin telepathy, or just the instinct of two girls who've always moved in sync. Together, like a two-stroke cock-sucking engine.
Hope's mouth stays on my balls, sucking gently, and the three of them together three mouths on my cock, three pairs of eyes, three girls working me as one is enough to undo me. I let my head fall back against the couch and groan, sliding my hands off their asses and burying them in their hair, fingers stroking their scalps, and I let them have me. Let them taste my cock the way I tasted their cunts.
"Hold it," I rasp. "Dana. Take as much as you can, and don't swallow. Whatever I give you, you hold it."
She looks at me, only half-understanding what I mean, and takes me as deep as she can manage, her nose brushing my skin. I grab a fistful of her hair, pushing her down and keeping her there, as my cock explodes in a fountain of concentrated daddy-love.
My cum floods her mouth thick, hot, too much. Her eyes go wide. She holds, fighting the reflex to swallow, her cheeks bulging, and I keep pumping, jet after jet, inside her innocent little mouth. Some of it escapes, spilling from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin. She gags, but my hand holds her down, my erect pulsating cock halfway in her throat, and a final rope of spunk finds its way through her nose leaking out of it, dripping down her lips. A mess. A beautiful, lustful dripping mess.
I pull out, panting. She pulls back, mouth full, nose dripping, a thread of spunk hanging from her chin to her chest, looking at me like a question. Her eyes are watering from the effort of holding it all. My beautiful, filthy little girl. Corrupting an innocent girl is really the best...
"Share it," I tell her. "With your sister."
Gina, for once, blushes actually blushes, shy in a way she hasn't been all afternoon. She looks at her sister, at the mess on her face, and something flickers across her own a tremor of hesitation, of being seen, of wanting it anyway. But Dana doesn't hesitate. She grabs her sister by the back of the neck and presses her mouth to Gina's, and I watch them kiss, deep and slow, my cum passing from one twin to the other, back and forth, spilling a little down their chins, their hands coming up to hold each other's faces. Twin sisters, sharing their daddy's load. Two identical girls, one sticky kiss.
While they're kissing the two of them leaning across my lap, their mouths sealed together in front of my face, my cum passing from one to the other Hope's mouth leaves my balls. She crawls up, quiet, and without being asked, she takes my spent dickhead in her mouth, licking it clean, swallowing what's left not wanting to waste a chance to taste my cream. Clever girl. I stroke her hair, and she hums against me, pleased. Two above, one below, all working for daddy's dick's happiness. Like the three cocketeers...
The twins break their kiss, both of them swallowing, both of them smiling, shy and filthy at once. Dana wipes her nose with the back of her hand and grins at me. "Did I do good, daddy?"
"The best," I tell her. "Both of you. And Hope too you all worked together like true sisters. Daddy's so proud, you little vixens."
[Pervy act detected: blowjob (Dana, first time): 400 PDP x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 2 state of undress x 2 first time 400 x (1.5+2+2) = 2,200 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: blowjob (Gina, first time): 400 PDP x 1.5 Virgin slayer x 2 state of undress x 2 first time = 400 x (1.5 + 2 + 2) = 2,200 PDP]
[Oral virginity taken (Dana)! One-time bonus: 5,000 PDP]
[Oral virginity taken (Gina)! One-time bonus: 5,000 PDP]
[Dana horniness: 3452)
[Dana affection: 5575]
[Dana love: 52-72]
[Dana loyalty: 6585]
[Gina horniness: 3856]
[Gina affection: 50-70]
[Gina love: 48-68]
[Gina loyalty: 65-85]
[New feat acquired: Sister Pact - take the oral virginity of two (potential) daughters in a single session.
Reward: bonus pack unlocked]
[New title: Sister Pact when the user is involved in a sexual act with more than one (potential) daughter present, stat gains are doubled for all (potential) daughters present]
[New skill unlocked: Cum-link- AoE active skill: while active, all (potential) daughters near the user feel 50% of each other's pleasure. Cost: 4,000 PDP]
[New item unlocked: Butt-pecker a buttplug that auto-adjusts its size to fit any butthole. It replicates a (potential) daughter's orgasm- however achieved into a synchronous anal orgasm that counts as a double orgasm. It also makes the (potential) daughter wearing it look at anal sex slightly more favorably. No extra PDP, but it augments the stat increment for that act if stats aren't maxed. Cost: 5,000 PDP]
[Title fusion available: the titles Virgin slayer' and 'Sister Pact' can be combined into a new title.]
[Testing... Upon combination, the new title: Master of Virgins will be created. The titles 'Virgin slayer' and 'Sister Pact' will be absorbed and will disappear.]
[Master of Virgins: Grants a slight increase in stimulation when touching your daughter(s). Fingering has an x1.5 multiplier applied. When more than one (potential) daughter is present, all (potential) daughters in the act gain a decent increase in affection, obedience, and loyalty, and a slight increase in love and trust, are slightly more willing to do the dirty deed with you, and any sexual acts committed with them have an x1.5 multiplier.]
I accept. "Go ahead."
[New title created! Master of Virgins: Grants a slight increase in stimulation when touching your daughter(s). Fingering has an x1.5 multiplier applied. When more than one (potential) daughter is present, all (potential) daughters in the act gain a decent increase in affection, obedience, and loyalty, and a slight increase in love and trust, are slightly more willing to do the dirty deed with you, and any sexual acts committed with them have an x1.5 multiplier.]
[New balance: 72,075 PDP]
I lean back and watch my three girls - Dana still licking her lips, Gina grinning at me, Hope nuzzling my thigh. Triple blowjob, two oral virginities, a new title, a skill the girls are going to love, and a little buttplug that's going to come in very handy. What a great day. I'd gladly have paid ten times more for this tutoring instead of charging them. Oh, wait it was free. Never mind...
As much as I love seeing my girls like this, the clock is ticking, and I'd rather Mary doesn't catch us in the act... yet, so I send my little slutty troop to the washroom to clean themselves up and dress again. Seeing the twins scrunching their noses at the idea of wearing panties again makes me smile. Ah... innocence... soon to be lost...
Meanwhile, I quickly clean the couch and any remaining "evidence" from the floor before dressing as well. When we are all done, I send Hope back to her room and sit on the couch, hugging both twins. It is time for a little chat.
"Daddy is very happy with you two, but until I have the chance to convince your mom, you cannot let her suspect anything; otherwise we will not be able to see each other again..."
The girls' bodies tense at my words, but I quickly make them relax again with a quick French kiss to each.
"Relax, it won't take long. I almost have a handle on her. I will probably need your help sometime midweek to get invited to dinner..."
I explain the gist of my idea to my soon-to-be-fucked almost-daughters, drawing enthusiastic nods of understanding from them. I give them a quick peck on the lips just as the doorbell rings.
"Hope and Hester will let you know at school when to start working on your mom; for now, it is time to go home..."
With a theatrical sigh, both girls stand up and do a last check of each other's clothes, before trooping sullenly toward the door. I smirk - they act as if getting away from my dick is walking toward execution.
I stand up as well and head for the door, to welcome my soon-to-be follower....
Mary's smile is already there when I open the door, easy and relaxed, at ease in a way that took weeks to build. She's dressed for the day now - jeans, a light top, hair still pulled back and she looks past me at the twins, who are hovering in the doorway, flushed and bright-eyed.
"How'd they do?"
"The best students I've ever had," I say, and it isn't even a lie.
Dana bounces out first, wraps her arms around her mother's waist. "Ben's a genius, Mom. We got everything done."
"Everything," Gina echoes, and the two of them share a look that would mean nothing to anyone else.
Mary laughs, warm, and runs a hand over Dana's freshly re-braided hair. "You two are glowing. I've never seen you this excited about studying."
"Studying's different with Ben, Dana says, and the word different hangs in the air just long enough that I have to hide a smile.
I keep my face pleasant, arms folded, leaning on the doorframe like the harmless neighbor I'm pretending to be. "Same time next Saturday?"
"You bet." Mary's eyes find mine, and for a second she isn't looking at me like a landlord at all. The kiss on the cheek is still in there somewhere, buried under layers of propriety. "Thank you, Ben. Really."
She herds the girls toward the elevator. Gina looks back over her shoulder at me, and I give her the tiniest nod. Midweek, I think. Just a few days.
The evening finds me in the bedroom with my three - Katie and Hope and Hester, still flushed from a long afternoon, still eager. Last night's marathon hasn't worn them out; it has only sharpened their appetites.
They come in together, chattering, and undress without being told a benefit of a well-trained household. Katie goes to the bed first, settling on her back, knees drawn up and spread wide, her cunt wet and waiting. My wife, my slave she knows her place: legs open, hands behind her head, presenting herself like a good little cocksleeve. Hope kneels at my side, naked, taking my fingers into her mouth and sucking them like they're my cock, eyes on mine, eager, tits pressed together in offering. Hester waits at the foot of the bed on all fours, ass in the air, back arched, waggling her little asshole at me her pet's way of asking.
I let my gaze crawl over them slow, making them feel it. Three girls, three purposes, all mine. "You've all been good today," I say, and they preen. "Very good. So I've got a job for you. A fun one."
Katie's eyes are already half-lidded. "A job, master?"
"Courier work." I settle between her legs, my cock heavy in my hand, and run the head through her wet slit a few times, teasing, watching her squirm, wanting it. "The twins are in. Mary's almost ready to break. I'll tell you when. When I do, you two I glance at Hope, then Hester, ' catch them at school, pull them aside, and pass the word. They nudge their mother, Mary invites me to dinner, and I close the deal."
Hope's mouth curves around my fingers. "We're couriers now, Daddy?"
"You're everything now, princess." I pull my fingers out of her mouth, grab her by the hair, and turn back to Katie slam into her to the hilt in one smooth thrust. She moans, long and low, hips rising to meet me, and I pick up the pace, hard and deep, my balls slapping against her ass. "And the best part is, I get to fill you in while I'm filling you in."
Katie laughs breathlessly, and the laugh turns into a groan as I drive into her. "That's terrible, Ben."
"Thank you. I've been saving it."
I fuck her slow and mean, dragging my cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, watching her tits bounce, her hands gripping the sheets. "What's the mission, wife?" I demand, and she recites it through her moans: "When you say the word... pass it to the twins... Mary invites you to dinner..." I reward her with a deep one, right against her cervix, and she squeals.
Behind me, Hester is whimpering, working her clit, desperate. "Father... can I have you?" she begs, but I ignore her for now. Pet must learn to wait. Hope, still at my side, has her hand between her own legs, slicking herself, watching me fuck her mother with wide, hungry eyes.
I fuck Katie through her first orgasm, her cunt clenching around my cock, her moans rising to squeals. When she's done, I pull out she whines at the emptiness flip her over, shove her face down into the mattress, and slide back into her from behind. Doggy, the way she likes it, the way she likes to be treated. I grab a fistful of her hair, yank her head back, and fuck her hard, my other hand smacking her ass, leaving red handprints on her pale skin. "What do you say, wife?" I growl, and she sobs it into the sheets: "Thank you, master, thank you for your cock."
Hope crawls up beside us, pressing her tits against my arm, her mouth at my ear. "Daddy... please..."
"Watch, princess," I say. "You know your mom likes spectators." She settles in beside us, hand between her legs, eyes hungry, watching me fuck her mother.
I keep hammering Katie, and when I feel my balls drawing up I don't pull out I bury myself deep and come inside her, pumping load after load into her cunt while she moans into the sheets, her ass pressing back against me, taking all of it. My wife, my slave, full of my cum. I stay hard the night's young - and slide out, my load leaking from her, gleaming on her thighs.
"Your turn, princess." Hope's on all fours in a heartbeat, backing her ass into me, impatient, begging. I grab her hips and sink in from behind - her cunt is tight and hot, and she cries out, pain and pleasure tangled: "Yes, Daddy, yes!" I set a brutal rhythm, pounding her while she claws the sheets, her head thrown back, and between thrusts I pant the mission at her: "When I tell you... you tell them... the word is ready..." She nods frantically, moaning "Yes, Daddy, yes," swearing to her daddy with every stroke, her tits swinging, slapping against her chest.
I reach around and grab a handful of her breast, kneading it, pinching her nipple, and she bucks back against me, greedy. "That's my girl," I grunt. "Daddy's little courier." She shudders, coming around my cock, her cunt milking me, and I let her ride it out before pulling out, leaving her gaping and wet.
Hester's been at the foot of the bed the whole time, watching, one hand working her little clit, whimpering with every stroke. Now she crawls forward and takes my balls in her mouth while I stand over Hope's spent body, her tongue working my sack, her eyes lifted to mine, begging through her mouthful. I let her, then pull out of her mouth, grab her by the hair, and slide into her ass without ceremony. She's my pet, plugged and trained, and she takes it, body shuddering, moaning muffled into the pillow, her asshole gripping me like a fist.
"And you'll courier the word too, won't you, pet?" I growl, fucking her ass slow and deep, her cheeks bouncing under my hands..
"Yes, father - yes, I'll do it I'll do anything for you," she moans into the mattress, pushing back to meet me, taking every inch like the well-trained pet she is.
"Good pet." I fuck her until I'm on the edge and stay buried, coming deep in her ass, grinding it in while she shudders through her own orgasm, a low, keening moan shaking through her.
I let her collapse, then turn back to Katie face down still, ass red and slick, thighs smeared with my first load. I push them apart and slide back into her cunt, slow, and she moans, grateful, knowing what's coming. "You keep Mary company these next days," I say, fucking her lazy and deep. "Smooth the way. Call her, invite her over for coffee, let her talk about how hard it is without a man." She hums her agreement, her hips rocking to meet me, and I fill her, creampie her, holding myself deep while she comes again, squeezing me dry, my cum leaking out around my cock and onto the sheets.
By the time we're all spent, we're a wreck of tangled limbs and sticky sheets. Katie creamed twice over, Hope still twitching from the aftershocks, Hester curled against my hip, dripping and grinning. I lie back, Katie's head settling onto my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin, Hope and Hester tucking in on either side of me, all three of them warm and heavy and satisfied.
I stare at the ceiling and feel that familiar glow settle into my bones the quiet, humming satisfaction of a man who's about to get everything he wants. The plan's in motion, the couriers are sworn in, and all that's left is the waiting. Midweek, Mary invites me to dinner. Coffee after. And then she's mine - and after that, maybe, Paul's.
-x-X-x-
Wednesday, and the signal comes through just the way we rehearsed it a scrap of paper folded twice, passed from hand to hand through the schoolyard until it lands in mine during the afternoon lull. Two words in Hope's careful handwriting: *Friday night.*
I pocket it and smile at nothing. Friday night. The twins did their part - Dana leaning close to her mother over the kitchen table, all wide-eyed innocence, "Mom, Mr. Roberts said he'd look over my geometry before the test, and Gina adding, offhand, "you should invite him and his wife over for dinner, as thanks. We can help you cook. Simple. Clean. Not a single suspicious seam.
Thursday, Mary calls. I let it ring twice, the way a busy man would. "Ben? It's Mary Mary Hudson. Apartment six, third floor." A pause, breathless. "The girls mentioned you're helping Dana with her geometry, and I thought if you and your wife are free tomorrow evening you could both come over.
I'll make something simple. To say thank you."
"We'd love to," I say, and I can hear the relief in her exhale.
Friday, six thirty. I knock on the third-floor door. The door opens on a woman who's clearly been through every nervous ritual in the book: hair re-braided, the dress pressed, a smear of lipstick that's been chewed down at the corner. She's in her good church dress the blue one with the high collar and sleeves to the wrist, saved for occasions and she's been worrying at it all afternoon, and the sight of it - the trying - does something to me.
"Hi," she says, a little too bright. "Come in, come in. It's nothing fancy, I hope you don't mind."
I step inside, glancing at my phone. "Katie's just finishing at the office, I say, easy. "Should be along any minute you know what accountants are like at month-end."
Mary's shoulders unclench a couple was expected; the evening reads properly. "Dinner's ready," she says. "I hope you like shepherd's pie."
I'm following her toward the kitchen when my phone buzzes. Katie's name. I answer on speakerphone, holding it out between us and Mary, two steps ahead at the stove, can hear every word.
"Ben, love, I'm so sorry." Katie's voice is warm and rueful and carries. "Marcus just dropped a client's year-end on my desk the partner wants it done by morning, and I'm the only one who knows the files. I'm not going to make dinner."
"Ah, no," I say, my face going apologetic toward Mary. "The firm can't find anyone else?"
"It's the month-end close, Ben there's no one else. I'm mortified, I really am. Promise you'll stay for her? She's gone to so much trouble, don't let it go to waste."
I meet Mary's eyes and give a small, rueful shrug the good husband relaying his wife's shame. "Of course I'm staying, love. Get it done, get home safe."
"I will. Tell her I'm sorry and I owe her. Bye!"
"Bye." I tuck the phone away and spread my hands. "Month-end close at the accounting firm. Stood me up for a stack of ledgers that's love."
Mary's face falls for a second, then smooths. She smiles, a little lonely. "Well. More pie for us, I suppose.
The table's set for five, and the fifth place sits empty where Katie should be a small absence neither of us mentions. The apartment smells like garlic and baking better than the institutional air of her usual weeknight. Dana and Gina are already seated, freshly washed, in their best casual clothes, and they greet me with a mirrored flash of mischief that Mary, mercifully, doesn't catch.
Dinner's good. Shepherd's pie, done properly. We talk about the clinic, about the girls' school, about nothing at all that matters. Under the table, Dana's bare foot finds my ankle once, just once, and pulls away before her mother notices the twins, keeping their end of the bargain at the dinner table. Mine is the mother. Mary's trust is banked, hour by quiet hour. All that's left is to collect.
Mary clears the plates herself, refusing to let me lift a finger, and then Dana stretches and yawns with suspicious timing. "Mom, we've got that history quiz tomorrow. Gina and I should go over our notes."
"Yeah," Gina agrees, and the glance she flicks me over her shoulder as she heads for the bedroom is nothing short of a wink. 'Don't stay up too late talking, okay?"
The door swings shut behind them, leaving a crack of hallway light ajar the twins keeping watch on us without being seen. We're alone, Mary and I, in the small kitchen that suddenly feels smaller, the quiet settling around us.
"More coffee?" she asks, and her voice has gone an octave higher, nervous.
"Please."
She makes it hands trembling just slightly around the pot and we carry our mugs to the couch. She sits at one end, knees together, hands wrapped around her cup. I sit close enough to feel the warmth off her skin, and I don't rush it. I let the quiet do its work.
"You've been on your own a long time, haven't you, Mary?"
She blinks, startled by the gentleness of it. "Since the girls were little. Their father he left when they were still in diapers. A pause, then, quieter, "He didn't even have the spine to do it to my face. The divorce papers came in the mail one morning, plain as anything."
"All those years of decisions." I keep my voice low, unhurried. "The rent, the bills, the girls, every single choice landing on your shoulders, every time. It wears a person down."
Her eyes get glassy. She looks down into her coffee. "You don't know how tired I am, Ben. I'm so tired. I'm so tired of being the one who has to decide everything, forever, alone."
I set my mug down, and I take hers out of her hands and set it beside mine, and I take her hands. They're cold. "What if you didn't have to decide anymore?"
She looks up at me, a long, uncertain look the flicker of a woman who knows she shouldn't, the landlord, the tutor, the eyes of the whole building and I can see the fight in her, and I can see the wanting, and I know which one is going to win, courtesy of a small pin.
I lean in. I kiss her. Soft, patient, thorough and she makes a sound, small and surprised and hungry, and after a breathless second she kisses me back, hungry, desperate.
[Pervy act detected: kiss (Mary): 10 PDP)
[Pervy act detected: French kiss (Mary): 25 PDP]
I pull back just enough to hold her gaze, her lips wet from the kiss. "You said you're tired of making decisions, Mary." She nods, small and fast. "This one, I'll make for you." My thumb traces her cheek. "Undress."
She shivers. She's spent years deciding what to wear for no one. Now she doesn't have to. Her fingers find the top button at the back of the blue dress and work it free, then the next and stall where she can't reach. I turn her around, gently, my hands on her shoulders, and take over, working the buttons loose one by one down her spine. The dress loosens, slips from her shoulders, and falls to the floor around her feet.
She stands in a plain white brassiere, modest and practical, and high-waisted white panties. Nothing fancy. Nothing bought for a man's eyes. Just her, everyday her, letting me undress her. Her hair is coming loose from the braid. She starts to turn back to face me, and I stop her with a hand on her hip, pulling her backward until her back meets my chest and she can feel my cock pressing against her ass. She gasps, her head tipping back against my shoulder.
I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss the warm skin under her ear, working slowly down toward her collarbone, while one hand cups her breast over the cotton of the bra, squeezing gently, thumb circling the nipple until it hardens. The other hand slides down her ribs, over her belly, and settles wide and flat against the soft curve of her hip a working woman's body, full and real, breasts heavy, stomach soft from having borne children, and she's beautiful in exactly the way that matters: she wants this, and she hasn't had it in a decade.
[Pervy act detected: grope breast (Mary): 50 PDP]
She's gasping against my shoulder, and I reach around her, working the brassiere's clasp free one-handed. It falls away, and her breasts spill forward against the shirt on my chest, heavy and warm, and I let her feel them pressing into me, her breath catching at the intimacy of it. Then I hook my fingers under the waistband of her high-waisted panties and pull them down her thighs, slow and deliberate -and she bends at the waist to help, that working woman's ass lifting toward me, and I take the moment, lowering my mouth to one cheek for a quick, playful nibble.
"Hands on the couch, Mary." She doesn't hesitate, doesn't ask why, doesn't need to she folds at the waist, palms flat on the cushions, her round ass presented to me, open and waiting. I kneel behind her and go down on her from behind, spreading her wide, my tongue working her soaked cunt and she cries out, muffling the sound against the cushion, her knees shaking, her hips pushing back against my mouth, desperate, until she comes with a strangled sob and her knees give out beneath her.
[Pervy act detected: cunnilingus (Mary): 800 x 2 state of undress = 1,600 PDP]
[Mary orgasm: +500 PDP]
I catch her as she sags and guide her onto the couch, onto her back, her head against the cushion, still trembling, still gasping. Then I stand over her and undress slow, deliberate, button by button - and she watches, a lustful daze in her eyes, her lips parted, her gaze tracking every inch of skin I uncover. Naked at last, I climb over her and place the head of my cock against her cunt, wet and ready, and I hold still there.
"Mary." I hold still at her entrance, hands framing her face, making her look at me. "You were alone for so long. Forced to take all the difficult decisions. There's no need for that anymore. From now on, I will make all decisions for you. You just have to obey. Or we can just forget what happened. I'll dress and leave, and we can remain just friends."
She hesitates. For a long moment she just looks at me, and I can see her weighing it - the tiredness, the decade of decisions, the relief I'm offering and I can see the exact moment she stops fighting it. She nods, slowly, and says, quietly, "Yes."
I see the moment it lands. The enormous relief of it the surrender she's been aching for her whole adult life, in the only words that could reach her. At her word I slam my whole cock inside her in one stroke and she gasps, yelps, cries out, her body arching, her nails raking my shoulders as she adapts to my size, hitch after hitch, until she's full of me, and the noise she makes is not some modest single mother in a parochial town it's a raw, keening, fanatical cry, loud enough that I know, I *know*, the girls have their ears pressed to that door.
"Yes - yes - I'll obey - I'll do anything - anything you say, I'll do it, I'll do it -" Her voice cracks and climbs, almost frantic, worshipful, her hips grinding up to meet me, her whole body shaking with the force of the surrender. "Tell me what to do I'll do it - I'll be yours - I'll be anything - Ben - Ben please -"
[Pervy act detected: vaginal sex (Mary): 1,000 x 2 state of undress = 2,000 PDP]
[Mary love increased: 100 (MAX)]
[Mary loyalty increased: 100 (MAX)]
[Mary trust increased: 100 (MAX)] - 95 soft-cap breached -> FOLLOWER
[Mary fear decreased: 0]
I kiss her, hard, taking the noise from her mouth, and my hips drive down into her, heavy and decisive, making her body twitch with each thrust. Despite having birthed twins, and a decade of nothing but her own fingers, she's tight around my happily brutal invading cock her insides clenching and releasing around me, wet and gripping, and each time she tightens I push deeper.
She gasps and weeps and clings to me, her thighs shaking, her hips working up to meet me, her body trembling under mine. I push in to the root and grind, my balls slapping against her skin, until she comes again, screaming, her cunt convulsing around me. I feel my balls signal the red alert, so I slam it in to the root and let go, pumping her full, a tsunami of spunk washing away the drought afflicting her insides ten years is a long time for a body built for cock to go parched without one. What a waste...
Her cunt clenches around me with each spurt, until my testicles happily radio in the all clear *everything's unloaded and I hold still inside her, enjoying the feeling of my new follower tightly wrapped around my already recharging cock.
[Mary orgasm: +500 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in pussy (Mary): 600 x 2 state of undress = 1,200 PDP]
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She lies beneath me, flushed and trembling, her body still shivering with it, and she looks up at me with dazed, worshipful eyes. "Tell me what to do, Ben," she whispers. 'I'll do it. I'll be whatever you want."
I stroke her hair back. "Good."
And then I raise my voice, just enough. "Girls. I know you're at the door. Come in."
A frozen silence. Then the door opens, slowly, and Dana and Gina slip in, their faces flushed, caught between guilt and excitement. They were listening. They heard their mother come apart.
For one second, the old Mary flares up the mother, the churchgoing widow. Her hands move to cover herself, reaching for the dress pooled at her feet, her cheeks burning with shame at her daughters seeing her like this, naked, still full of him. Then she stops. Her eyes find mine, and she lowers her hands, and she waits, her gaze trembling. She feels ashamed, but she doesn't cover herself, doesn't reach for the dress, doesn't speak. She waits for me to tell her what to do, because she doesn't decide anymore. I do.
"It's all right," I say, without bothering to cover anything. "There's no secret here anymore. Not from any of you. I look at Mary spent, vulnerable, but her eyes find mine and hold, and she gives a tiny, trusting nod. "Your daughters are also mine now. I will love them, care for them, and yes, I will also fuck them all the time. I will be the only man in their lives and in their beds. That's how this family works now."
Mary doesn't speak a word of objection. She just looks at the eager expressions on her daughters' faces, and then at me, and after a brief hesitation she lowers her eyes and replies softly, "Yes, Ben." This is the obedience of a woman who has handed over the decisions, all of them, even this one. Her hands are still. Her breath is calm. She's his now, body and choice, and she yields even them with nothing more than a passing doubt.
I rise from the couch, bringing Mary up with me, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist, gasping as the sudden motion drives my cock completely inside her once again. She clings to me, wrapped around me like a fuckable koala, and I carry her out of the living room toward the bedroom with my hands full of ass, saying over my shoulder to the twins, "Come along."
I stand in front of the bed, Mary still impaled on my cock, wrapped around me, the twins at our sides looking at us curiously and excited. "So," I address Mary, "I haven't taken your daughters' virginity yet, and for sure I do not intend to do so now. This, today, is for you. That, however, does not mean that they cannot join the fun..." As I say so, I raise her until my cock is almost out of her cunt, and then I let her drop again, making her gasp as my by-now completely erect cock impales her once more.
I hold her there, letting the twins watch the motion, and then I turn to them. "Undress each other." They hesitate for a second, then move, fingers nervous at first and then quicker, stripping each other down to bare skin. "Kneel. One on each side of the bed. They sink onto their heels, legs open, knees out, cunts on display, one twin on each flank, looking up at us.
"Mary. Get on the bed. She unwraps her legs, and I lower her to the mattress. "On your knees. Face away from me." She obeys, settling up on her knees with her back to me. 'Now down on your elbows, ass up. She folds forward, her ass raised toward me, her cheek against the sheets.
"You've never had anything in here, Mary. I'm going to change that." I let the words hang. "I've wanted this ass since the day you first came to my building. Every time I watched you climb those stairs, I pictured what I'd do to it." Her breath hitches, but she doesn't move. "I'm going to open you up, get you ready, and then I'm going to stuff my cock in your virgin ass up to my balls. And you're going to take it all like the obedient woman you are." I reach into my jacket for the small bottle of lube, pour a little on my fingers, and press one slick fingertip against her virgin hole.
I ease the fingertip in, and she tenses, a sharp gasp escaping her. "Relax. Take it." I hold still until she loosens, then push deeper, working my finger in and out, slow, patient, letting her body learn the feeling. Her breathing settles into short, hitching pants.
I add a second finger, and she whimpers, her hips twitching, but she holds still for me. I work them together, scissoring gently, opening her up, until her shit-cutter's tight ring gives around them.
I pull my fingers free of her ass and turn to the twins. "Dana. Lube my cock. Dana takes the bottle and kneels close, coating her fingers first, then wrapping them around me but before she does, she gives me a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, tasting her mother's juices on my skin, her eyes flicking up at me, hungry. "Gina. Take over. Gina kneels behind her mother and somewhat hesitantly eases her fingers in where I left off, slow and steady, keeping her open.
I take myself from Dana's hand and position at Mary's entrance. 'Gina. Pull out." Her fingers slide free, and I press the head against Mary's virgin hole. "Here we go." I push. The tight ring of her virgin ass resists, then gives and Mary screams as the cockhead passes through, and I stop, buried only to the head, holding still, waiting for her to get accustomed. Her gasping sobs slowly ease.
Then I push half in, among yelps and cries and sobs, and she claws at the sheets, her whole body trembling. Then I start fucking her, slowly at first, but with mounting speed and intensity, until I'm buried inside her hot entrails to the hilt, and she screams again as she feels herself getting ripped apart by the fat intruder and my balls slamming against her wet cunt.
[Pervy act detected: anal virginity taken (Mary): 1,200 x 2 state of undress x 2 first time = 4,800 PDP]
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I find my rhythm in her ass, my cock sliding in and out of her violated hole, each thrust working her open a little more. Her screams fade into low, broken moans, her body shaking under the assault, taking it because she has to, because I told her to. The twins watch, transfixed Dana's hand idly stroking her own cunt, Gina's fingers slick with lube from her mother's ass both of them breathing fast.
I drive into her harder, my pace quickening, and Mary's cries pitch up into desperate yelps, her body shaking under me, pushed past pain into something raw and animal. My balls draw up, tightening, and I feel the familiar pressure building at the base of my cock. "Mary," I grunt, gripping her hips, "I'm going to fill your ass."
The pressure builds like a boiler ticking toward its limit, my balls tightening as the gauges peg into the red, the whole vessel straining until it blows, and I hold her down and empty myself into her formerly virgin ass in long, thick ropes, flooding her hot entrails until I've unloaded everything I have.
She feels it, the wet heat spreading inside her, and a last broken sob tears from her throat, her whole frame going limp beneath me, tears streaking her cheeks, her body nothing but a vessel that took what I gave. I stay buried in her, my cock still pulsing, until I'm empty and she's sobbing quietly beneath me.
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in ass (Mary): 600 x 2 state of undress = 1,200 PDP]
I pull out of her, and her asshole gapes, pink and raw, leaking a stream of my cum down over her cunt. The twins stare, wide-eyed and silent. Dana's hand is frozen on her own cunt; Gina just looks from her mother's ruined hole to my softening cock, her mouth open. Neither of them has a word for what they just watched.
I reach down and ease Mary onto her back, wiping the tears from her cheeks, and she curls against me, tired and shaking. I look at the twins, and my voice is gentler now. "Come here." They crawl up to the bed, and I pull them in against us. "That was a lot for her, and a lot for you to watch. But you're safe, and you're loved. This is what it means to be my woman and when your turn comes, I'll be patient with you. You'll be ready, and you'll be loved too. Always."
The four of us lie there in the darkening bedroom, Mary curled against my chest, the twins tucked in on either side of her, warm and quiet. She drifts, her breathing evening out, and Dana and Gina watch their mother sleep, then look at me with something new in their eyes trust, and a quiet excitement. Tomorrow, I think, I'll start planning their first times.
Later, dressed and calm, I help Mary clean up while the twins lie curled together on the bed, asleep. In the kitchen, over the sink, she pauses with a dish in her hand and asks, quiet, "What happens now, Ben? What do we do about... us?"
"Haven't you been listening, Mary?" I take the dish from her and set it down, and I turn her to face me. "You don't have to decide anything anymore. That's the whole point. I decide. You obey."
Her eyes shine. She nods, slow, and I can see the last of the tension leave her shoulders entirely. She doesn't ask again.
But I think about Paul - my man in the school, the vice-principal the town trusts, the loyal servant I promised willing pussy to. Mary will obey my orders. Neither of them needs convincing. But I think I'll let a honey trap loose on them, to make them genuinely cultivate feelings for each other - a real courtship, real warmth, something the town can see and believe. That's what lends the story its credibility. Mary'll make him a lovely, respectable girlfriend wholesome, public, exactly what a vice-principal's reputation needs and under the surface, she'll still be mine, ready to come running whenever I decide she's needed.
"Actually, Mary," I say, thoughtful, toweling my hands. "There is something. Paul Paulsson you know him, he's in the building, the vice-principal at the girls' school. A single father, raising his daughter all alone, the way you've raised yours. Good, kind, respected. You'll do him good, Mary, and he'll do right by you. Court him. Let him call on you. Let the town see Mary Hudson with a good man at last."
Her brow furrows, a flicker of confusion but the trust holds. "Yes, Ben. I'll do whatever you say."
"Of course, you're still mine," I say gently. "You stay my woman through all of it. If you ever hit a problem you can't solve, any trouble at all you come to me, and I'll handle it. But otherwise, you defer to Paul. Let him make your day-to-day decisions. You don't need to carry any of that weight yourself anymore that's the whole point."
She smiles up at me, soft and relieved and utterly trusting, and murmurs, "If you're making the decisions, then I'll go along with his planning. Thank you, Ben."
"That's my girl." I pull her in and kiss her forehead, and she melts against me, completely trusting. Not yet, though I'll loose the honey trap when the moment's right. For now, Mary's mine, warm and pressed against me, and it's all falling into place exactly the way I planned.
I walk down the stairs with a smile on my face. Fucking Mary's ass was an itch that bothered me for a long time, which says a lot since she is outside my usual strike zone. Now that I managed to scratch it, she can go to Paul. I don't need to touch her again to own her. That's the beauty of it. Her decisions are mine. If she ever hits a problem she can't solve, she'll come to me and she'll tell herself it's because she's still mine, and she'd be right. She's Paul's in public. She's mine where it counts...