You lie on your bed, idly fingering your pussy. Amber sits propped against your headboard, as nude as you are, playing with her asshole. You make small talk while you masturbate:
"So they haven't said anything about it since last night?" Amber asks.
"No. Summer and Amelia spent some time in here while the moms got cleaned up, and they've been kind of avoiding me ever since. K-Mom said hi to me when I got home from school today, but that's it."
"Did you and Mel fuck some more? It still smells like her cock in here," Amber says. She plunges three fingers in and out of her tiny asshole. You can't believe an orifice so small can take so much use. "God, I really want her to breed me again... think it'd fit in my butt?"
"She'd make it fit," you tell her.
"Nnf," Amber grunts. "Wes, eat me out a little."
You flip onto your stomach and wrap your forearms around either of Amber's legs, gripping her knees. With Amber sitting on a hand, you can suck her cunt while she anally fingers herself. It's one of her favorite ways to get off. The way you eat her is slow and methodical, but messy. You focus mostly on her outer parts, loudly smooching her puffy lips and clit, leaving her vulva dripping with a mix of saliva and cum. Only occasionally do you wedge your tongue in her gash to lick her inner walls, vacuuming up her juices. She likes getting teased and she always cums really hard like this.
"Mel, Talia... think any other girls we know have dicks?" Amber asks.
"Nah," you say, kissing her up and down her vulva. The noise of your smacking lips echoes off your walls.
"That's too bad. I could use some more dick in my life..." She pets your hair. "Say, now that you have a real sex life. What's the next thing you wanna do?"
You gaze up at her for a second, thinking. "Uh," You say, but don't elaborate. Too embarrassing. You bury your nose against her clit, and start to kiss her on the pussy again.
"Don't make me rape you," Amber says.
You wiggle your butt back and forth as you eat her.
"Don't make me NOT rape you, then," she says.
You pull your lips away from her twat. A bridge of spit dangles between your lower lip and her drooly hole. You watch her fingers at work, enjoying the way her pale pucker gapes to accommodate her self-abuse. It's so nice here, with your head between Amber's thighs. You love the way your older sister smells, the girly scent of her cunt that you've known so well for so long. Amber gets you off better than anyone, even still. She knows just how you like to be bullied. And just how you like to bully someone in kind.
You tell her what's on your mind. "I wanna have a threesome with Lily and Summer... make Lily beg us to let her cum..."
"Oh, that'd be hot," Amber agrees. "Put that bitch in her place."
"I wanna see Mel fuck Lily, too. I think that would really blow her mind... a girl who's got a pussy and a dick... I wonder how she'd react."
"Oh, she'd go fucking nuts. She'd wig out."
Amber's cunt is juicing from all the dirty talk. You tickle it for her while you go on. "I wanna... do really risky things with Mel and Talia some more. You know."
"Unprotected sex?" Amber says. "That's a lotto you can only play so many times before you hit the jackpot, you know."
"Yeah. I know. I keep thinking about one of them making us-- making me pregnant."
"You'd let someone knock you up just to get off?" Amber says. You nod. "Now *that* is really hot," she coos. But then she narrows her eyes. "Don't think I missed that 'us' in there. You cumming to the idea of someone dumping a baby in me?"
"Y-yeah."
"Me too..."
You bow your head and give her a particularly wide-mouthed, wet-sounding smooch on her quivering pussy lips. You suck on her hole some more, enjoying its rich flavor. After a little bit of this, you say: "Amber... lick me too."
"69?"
"Yeah."
You get into a 69, Amber on top. Since she can't play with her own asshole anymore, she fingers yours while she dines on your pussy. "How about guys? Any guys you wanna get with?"
You wince as Amber twists two of her fingers in and out of your anus. "I don't know. None of the guys at PAP are cute... ow, fuck, that hurts-- uh. Will is nice, I guess. He kissed me. It wasn't bad."
Amber pauses. "You wanna suck his cock together?" She asks.
"Do I w-- fuck, Amber..."
"It's a yes or no question."
"Would he let us?"
"He won't ever say no to a blowjob. Trust me." She blows a puff of air against your sensitive clit, and then gives you a couple long, slow, luxurious licks. It turns your whole pussy to jelly. She's definitely trying to seduce you by proxy. "He'd let us blow him. And who knows? If you make it clear to him that your pussy is open for business, no condoms allowed... gay or straight, that's hard for a guy to say no to."
You bite your lip. "You're gonna make me cum," you warn her.
"I am? Or your disgusting slut mind is gonna make you cum, thinking about letting just any random dick blow a load in you?"
"Does he... have a nice dick?" You ask.
Amber kisses your pussy all over, the same way you kiss hers, tastingly, teasingly -- loudly. Sucking it like a lollipop as she talks. "It's pretty good. Nothing to write home about. Not like Mel's, that's for fucking sure. But it gets the job done."
"You've been fucking him?"
Amber shrugs. "We've done some oral... I like to let him pound my ass. He prefers it the Greek way anyway. But I was, uh... keeping my cunt off limits..." she clears her throat.
You wrap your lips around Amber's asshole and plumb its depths as far as you can. It makes her go momentarily wild, wagging her hips and sliding her sopping pussy back and forth across your face. When she cums, she cums hard and fast, and ejaculates all over you without the courtesy of warning you. So you return the favor, and squirt on her without letting her know in advance. For about thirty seconds the two of you just writhe around together on the mattress with your tongues lodged up each other's holes, cumming and moaning like whores. Sometimes it's nice to just use each other's faces as masturbation devices.
When you come down from that sexual high, you resume your more languid oral service, your tongues lazily circling and only irregularly penetrating one another. The loud smooches resume, too.
"What about your moms?" Amber asks.
You shrug as best you can with Amber's weight on you and her dripping cunny pressing down on your face.
"Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about your lesbo mommies since last night... since before last night, even."
"It's weird."
"Yeah, it is weird. I fucking reckon so. It's weird as fuck. Not just every girl in America sucks futanari cock with her mother's help. Or jills off while watching her mom eat her girlfriend's pussy. You're a real fuckin' weirdo, Wes, congratulations. What are you gonna do now?"
"What should I do?" You ask.
"Do you really need someone to spell this one out for you? Fuck your mommies already, Wesley."
"Would they..."
"Would a woman who jerked a spurting cock into your mouth using a pair of your own panties also have sex with you? Tough question." Amber slaps your cunt. "I'm gonna spank you, you stupid slut." She slaps your hole again. "Fucking dumbass cunt."
"Amber, stop-- ow--"
She doesn't stop. She spanks you until your cunt is red and raw and you're almost crying in pain. She rubs herself on your face and gets off from the sadistic way she treats you. This, she tells you, is your punishment for not fucking your mommies already, and the longer you spend wussing out, the worse the spankings will get. Next comes whips and reeds. You cream up and lose a load, despite yourself.
Of course, Amber's sadism is matched in equal measure by her adoration of all things pussy. When she sees you creaming from all this punishment and she's had her fill of spanking your twat, she soothes your soreness with the most tender licks and puffs and kisses she can muster. Pussy addict that she is, she wants to wash the back of her throat with more of your cum. Since she's still grinding on top of you, you can't exactly turn her down.
"How about you?" You ask. "What kinds of things do you want to do next?"
"Hmm."
Oh, that shit is not going to fly. Amber can't browbeat you about your fantasies and then play coy about hers. You have access to her weak point right now: you open wide, and nip at her vulva, which is still all puffy and sensitive from cumming so much. She winces and gasps in pain.
"Jesus fuck, Wes -- ow! God!"
"What do you want to do?" You demand. "Tell me or I'll make you bleed."
"Good lord. You let a few girls fuck you and it goes right to your head. Think you're some queen bee bitch all of a sudden. Whatever..." She thinks for a few moments, absentmindedly licking your still-stinging pussy, and then softly says: "you remember how you said Mel made that comment about having a dick measuring contest with Daddy?"
"Yeah."
"Have you ever seen Daddy's cock, Wes?"
"No..."
Amber crawls free of you. You sit on your butts facing each other.
"I-- like to watch him fuck. I sneak into his closet. Spy on him. Daddy fucks so many women... they always cum real hard, and he *always* sperms 'em deep inside. And his cock! It's like this." She holds her hands apart to indicate what it's like. "He's got such a nice thick Daddy cock. He can make a real mess with it, too. Inside..." Amber is drooling by this point.
One of the hallowed rules of the Masturbatorium is that you don't pass judgment on each other. But you can't resist saying: "oh my god... are you messing with me?"
Amber punches you in the shoulder. She pouts. "I can't help it... I think about how big his cock is, and..." she runs a flattened palm down her chest, to her navel, and all the way to her pussy. "...I mean, it would absolutely destroy me if he put it in. But that's why I want him to..."
She locks eyes with you. Her irises glimmer with lust. "I keep trying to get him to rape me. Doing things to piss him off, then kind of-- you know-- flaunting myself at him. But he won't take the bait."
"Have you tried asking him?" You say. "Seems like Dad's a pretty easy lay, if we're being honest..."
She slumps her shoulders. "He wouldn't do it even if I begged him to." She slaps her pussy to indicate it: "dumb asshole has grade-A teenage pussy right here waiting for him and he won't even rape it! Men..."
Amber seems pretty torn up about this, and you're in no position to judge her even if the rules of the Masturbatorium didn't dictate it. After all, you'll be fucking your own parents relatively soon, if things go as you expect. So you do the only thing you can think to: you indulge her.
"Wes...?" Amber says, eyes following you as you hop up and dig around on your messy floor.
You find a strap-on that you suppose is pretty close in size and shape. It's close to Amelia's, so if the rumors are true, it should be close to his as well. You get to work putting it on.
"Uh..." Amber says.
You crawl back onto the bed. Amber recoils just a little as you prowl right up to her, but you shock her still by hauling back and slapping her hard across the face. An open-handed blow that sounds as painful as it looks, the shape of your hand and all five of your fingers burning themselves redly into Amber's white skin. Her face passes through a panoply of emotions before settling on open-mouthed anger. "You f--" she begins.
"You've been-- a very-- BAD girl," you say, trying on your best baritone. "I'm going to... have to... um. Punish. You."
Amber rolls her eyes. "Oh Jesus." She turns around and lies flat on her stomach. Looking back over her shoulder, she says: "Don't talk. Just fuck me. And don't stop no matter what I say or do. Okay?"
You can handle that much.
You mount her from behind, laying atop her with all of your weight. This is a position you've heard called the prone bone, and supposedly it feels pretty good when you have a real cock. The benefit for Amber in this position, though, is she gets to close her eyes and focus on her wild imagination:
"Daddy?" She says as you line the strap-on up with her pussy. Her voice is about an octave higher than normal. "I-- I'm sorry! Wait, stop... don't--!!"
You penetrate her, getting your cock past her cunt lips with not a little force. Since her thighs are pressed together, it's hard to wedge such a massive tool inside. You have to pry her legs apart a bit. She resists it, kicking against you, but only weakly. She wants to be overpowered.
"Stop-- Daddy, Daddy no! I'm sorry! I'll be good!" Her neck strains, and she grits her teeth as your cock sinks ever more deeper into her cherry-red pussy. "Daddyyyyy..." she whines despairingly when you get your cock balls deep. As you put your hands over hers and rise up to begin hammering away at her overstuffed cunt, she starts to sob. She's helpless and pitiful. You'd think she really was getting raped. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... stop... don't fuck me... don't rape meee..."
But the more you rape her, the wetter she gets. She's leaking all over the rubber cock, down her thighs, and onto the sheets below. Her dirty cunt is getting turned on from being fucked against her will. The room stinks of her sex. She starts to swing her hips back and forth to meet your brutal thrusting, slowly at first, but picking up speed. You lay your chin on her shoulder and breathe hard through your nostrils, against her face, hugging her close -- acting like you're really her Daddy, selfishly pleasuring your cock inside her cunt.
"I didn't mean to be bad..." Amber mewls. She clutches the bedsheets and whines. She keeps her eyes tightly closed.
She told you not to talk, but you talk anyway. Short and to the point: "You want this."
"Daddy, no... I don't..."
You pound away at her pussy, and feel her start to cum. Picking up the pace, you leave her with one last whispered thought to carom around inside her skull. "You've always wanted this."
"Daddy-- fffffuuuuuuuck," she heaves, her voice going hoarse and breathy. Amber's hips and yours are twin blurs while you nail her as hard and fast as you possibly can. Half-giggling, like someone high on ether, she says, "you're cumming inside me... you're raping me full of cum, Daddy... you're gonna make your little girl pregnant..." She giggles like a stupid little girl and cums on your raping Daddy dick.
You hope she enjoys the orgasm.
As you roll off her, Amber takes a few to calm herself down. She's still breathing heavily as she rolls onto her back as well, and wipes her sweaty forehead as she stares at the ceiling.
"I didn't even tell you the things I'd like to do with Mommy," she finally says.
"...do we have undiagnosed parental issues?" You ask.
Amber, heaving, still staring at the ceiling, says: "Yeah. Freud would have a field day."
"Oof."
"At least you'll get to actually fuck your parents. Lucky fucking stinky-ass dumbass bitch."
Fair enough, you suppose.
Amber props herself on one elbow and looks at you. "Now. How do we accomplish that?" She says, grinning.