Chapter 4

How I got any sleep that night was a miracle. We finally left Sally in her bed, curled up in a fetal position, with Mr. Big stuffed in her butt. She looked so cute, creating a contrasting image, her face was serine and looked like my little girl, but her ass was stretched around the fake cock, looking like so many ruined cunts online.

I woke up early the next morning; it was my first day of vacation. The rest of my family was still sleeping. I peeked into Sally’s room. She was still sleeping. Mr. Big had slipped out of her ass during the night, and she was holding it like a favorite teddy bear, the head of the cock near her lips and the balls nestled amongst her tits. I took a quick pic with my phone. She looked so precious I could not resist.

Making my way to the kitchen, I stopped and looked in Josh’s room. He was reading a graphic novel, some anime I can’t keep track of. “Hey bud, how about some French toast?”

“Oh, that sounds perfect.” He looked up at me. He was a spitting image of me when I was his age. Gangly is a good way to describe him. His muscles were not catching up to his most recent growth spurt. He was tall and skinny, but he had the bones to grow into his newly acquired size. He was a little awkward in moving, as if he did not have his body dimensions mapped correctly in his mind.

“Come on and help me make breakfast, slugger.” I turned and went to the kitchen.

“I need to - ah, You know.”

“What? Go Pee?”

“Dad, jeeze,” He complained with a flushed face. He was so easily embarrassed.

“Come on down after you drain your weasel. Try to be quiet, OK? Your mom and sister are still sleeping.”

I love a good French toast breakfast with bacon, eggs, a ton of butter, and Real Maple syrup. I put a dash of cayenne pepper in my scrambled eggs. The sweetness of the French toast and the spicy eggs go really well together.

When Josh finally finished his morning routine, I had everything cooked. Finally, I say, it was only about fifteen minutes.

“Dad, don’t you have to work today? You’re normally gone by now.”

“I have a couple of weeks’ vacation; I have some things I need to get sorted out.” I intended to be vague as to what I needed to sort out.

“Really, so you are going to be home with us every day?” He had a concerned look on his face.

I decided to mess with him a little and play like I was clueless about what was going on in my house. “Why, you look like you don’t want to spend time with your old dad?”

“NO, that’s not it; ah, I had some plans that I am going to need to change.”

“What were you going to do? Something fun, I hope. You should not change your plans for me.”

“Ah – the boys and I were going to -ah- have -ah- a baseball game, yeah, a baseball game.” I could tell he was lying.

“Oh, no, don’t cancel that. I want to come to see you play. How does that sound.” I think that he was going to get Sally to play ‘baseball’ with his friends. At least after last night, I figured it was something like that.

“No other dads will be there, Dad. It would be awkward if you were the only one that showed up.”

“Is Sally going with you?” I wanted to see his facial expression when I mentioned Sally.

“Ah yeah, she is like our cheerleader.” There was a flash of excitement followed by dread that I may find out.

“If there is no one watching, who is getting excited by her ‘cheering’?” I was making him squirm, but not too bad.

“Good morning, guys,” Sally announced as she came into the kitchen. She had taken me at my word and came down naked. Not entirely naked, she had some sort of belt on with straps to hold Mr. Big in her cunt, and clothes pins on her nipples. Why she did not use that last night was the thought that flashed in my mind.

“Good morning, Sally. You look good this morning. Did you rest well? Do you want some French Toast?” I said in a normal voice without reacting to the erotic site of my daughter. Josh had his back to her and had not seen her yet. He turned, finally registering what Sally was wearing or not wearing, to be exact.

“What the fuck?” He looked back at me and then back at Sally.

“Sally is the project that I have to take care of on my vacation, Josh. I am taking control of your slut sister and mother.”

“What you know? But wait, you are not killing her?”

“No, Josh, I am not even mad. I am actually proud of them, and I know you have been getting your dick wet.”

“Joshy, Mom told him a long time ago. I just found out last night. Daddy is on board with it all. Cams, your friends, everything.”

“Yes, even the ‘Baseball game” that you want to have. How many boys are on the ‘team’?” I asked, trying to prove that I was not against what Sally was doing.

Wide-eyed Josh could not help but look back and forth from Sally to me and back. “Ah, ten, we have a full field and one to hit balls.”

Sally: “Ten boys, oh goody, Daddy, I get ten boys to play with me. I have never had ten, but I have had up to four many times. Josh has been making more friends lately. I think it is because he has an available cunt for them to use.”

“Sally, stop. We are going to get in trouble.”

“No, we aren’t. I bet we could get the boys over here; would you like that, Dad? Want to see my gang-bang a bunch of Josh’s friends?”

“That sounds like fun, Jill; what do you think? Do you want to help your daughter fuck a bunch of teenagers?” My wife was entering the kitchen dressed only in pussy lip clips with weights pulling her labia down an alarming distance. Her large perky breasts swayed in time with the weights on her pussy as she confidently strode into the kitchen.

“Jeff, do you want me to? I have not messed with anybody physically, just on the webcam, you know?”

“I am 100% okay with it if you want to. I would like to share you out, well, both of you to girls. This sounds like a good start.”

“I can’t get my head wrapped around this, Dad. You want me and my friends to fuck Sally and Mom! You’re okay with that, and you’re actually encouraging them to do it.”

“Yes, that’s about right, but after this game, you’ll come to me to schedule a time and price. We’re not going to be doing this for free.”

“Ah, Dad, I charged $20 a head for this ‘game.’”

“Good, at least you have started a good precedent. Your friends will get a discount as teenagers can’t come up with the scratch their fathers can.” I was happy that Josh had the foresight to charge for services.

“Jeff, you are going to pimp me and Sally out? Thank you.” Jill crawled under the table and, when she was at my feet and started to dig my cock out of my boxers.

“Oh, baby, you are so hard; I need some of this. Sally, be a good slut and help your brother.” Sally started to crawl under the table to position herself in front of her brother.

“Don’t let your breakfast get cold, son. Nothing like getting your dick sucked while you eat French toast.”

We all had our breakfast, and the girls had a little extra protein with their French toast. Sally did not swallow Josh’s load but kept it in her mouth and let it dribble on her scrambled eggs.

“I like a good creme sauce on my eggs.” She winked at me.

The game was scheduled for one o’clock that afternoon. Josh spent the morning calling his ‘team’ to let them know the venue had changed. It was pretty much the same conversation, just on repeat.

“Hey, Billy, will you be ready by one today? Yeah, can you meet us at my house? It’s no problem; Mom is going to help. Yes, Mom said she would love to. No, this is her first gangbang. No, you won’t need any extra cash. Next time, yes.”

Each of the ten calls was pretty much the same: I would get to see one of my fantasies this afternoon, watch my girls in a gang bang.”

We were sitting in the living room, my naked girls relaxing. “Jill, I have a question, why are you two wearing the pussy clips. I can see Sally’s clips are holding Mr. Big. Why are you wearing the clips? They look like they would hurt.”

“Oh, they do” She reached down and gave the chain a tug stretching her pussy lips even further. “We talked -Sally and I- and we decided to show you that we were willing to do it all. Josh likes to clip our tits and pussy; he says it is proof that we are doing this because we want to. He asks us to put them on ourselves.”

“Yeah, Dad, that way, they decide to cause themselves pain; it is their choice. It kind of absolves me of blame. It makes me feel good when they do things like that all by themselves.”

“So, you get turned on by watching them like this? If they allowed it, how much further would you go? And you two like this treatment.”

“Well, yeah, Dad. It’s fun watching mom spank Sally.”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to do it yourself?”

“Well, I thought about it. But it seemed like it would be crossing a line.”

“Why did you not ask, silly? I would have enjoyed it.” Sally told her little brother. She turned and offered her butt to him. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she continues, “Go ahead, little brother, you can’t hurt me.”

“Dad, Can I?”

“Right question, wrong person to ask; you need to confirm with your sister.”