Chapter 10

Entry Two Hundred Five
June 5_____

The past few days of Candy and Amanda (or as they liked to call themselves “Candy and Mandy”) being my sex slaves were truly awesome. Candy didn’t seem worried that she possibly didn’t have a place to return to, that she might be kicked or disowned or whatever by her LDS parents. Amanda, or “Mandy,” meanwhile, basically already wanted to live with us. Mom and Dad, Uncles Stavy and Samuel, and all of my aunts, plus Kara, Charlie, Jeanne, and Demy, as well as my sisters, all seemed perfectly fine with the whole situation, too. Even Kevin was happy with it, despite being gay as he could be.

Both girls were put hard to work, mostly in whatever sex acts appealed to me at the time. They spent a lot of time on all fours, being plowed hard by every guy in the house, as well as sixty-nining the ladies. We also bathed each other and licked each other’s holes a lot. At one point, Candy’s tongue spent more time up Mandy’s ass and mine than engaged in eating, let alone speaking or even kissing. One of my favorite parts was when they even had to rim Kevin in spite of him being gay. He acted cooler about it than expected, but then their rimming skills had picked up considerably of late.

Yes, before you ask, they had to eat Mom and my sisters out a lot, too. They also had to wear slave collars so far this week and they both seemed to be proud of them. I even made them wear matching butt-plugs and teased them that I might want to keep them as sex slaves on a more permanent basis. Neither Candy nor Mandy seemed upset by that prospect in the least. I had a weird feeling that they might even enjoy such a lifestyle. Go figure, right?

“I could get used to having them on hand, no doubt of that!” Fanny declared as she ran her tongue along Candy’s butt-crack, “she’s well-named, in any case. Sweet as her namesake.”

“She’s yummy, too!” Emma announced as she licked Mandy’s bottom.

“What do you girls think of that idea?” I asked them rather directly now.

“Well, I’ve dreaded having to go back home and such. What we started on the last day of school has been awesome. Best summer vacation ever! I could at least spend the whole summer here, right? I think that my parents would be grateful to get me out of their hair, as long as there are parents to ... you know, chaperone,” Amanda winked at us.

“And my family has practically disowned me by now, if I had to guess. I haven’t seen them in days and I wouldn’t miss living under their rules if I could escape them. They would ground me for the whole summer and probably longer if I came back. Why would I want that? I don’t know how to approach it, of course. It’s a rough situation,” Candy confessed, “this is a much better way to live.”