Chapter 5

Sorry this took so long. I finished it, then my computer died on me and I had to start all over

Greg

The diner was busy and the high-school student waitresses were rushing back and forth with trays of food. The place was colorful with red and yellow. The benches were red and yellow. The uniforms were red and yellow. The menus, the car figurines, the tables, the building, even the food seemed to be red and yellow.

“What’s with this place?” Landon asked. “Looks like Ronald McDonald vomited all over here and forgot to bring the giant ‘M’.”

Greg looked at his partner over his menu, “That’s what bothers you?”

At that moment their waitress came around to give them their water. Greg could barely look her in the eye, but he had to cause the other options were ... bad news.

“Ready?” Her name tag said ‘Amy’. She was dressed in a two-piece diner outfit, which Greg didn’t know existed. Her yellow top was tiny, the sleeves barely passed her shoulders. The front was wide open to expose her deep cleavage, and tied in a knot between her heavy tits, straining against the weight of her chest. The fat of her tits was overcoming the edge of her shirt. The bottom was a tiny red miniskirt. More than a few handfuls worth of her ass was bare for the whole restaurant to ogle on. Her red hair was tied up in a long ponytail. Her face was carefully touched up which he was almost certain wasn’t necessary because her cheeks were dimpled, eyes bright blue, and she had impeccable bone structure. Her legs were long and smooth, and she had a choker on that said ‘daddy.

“Sure, but first, can you settle a bet? How old are you?”

“Oh,” She gave her bottom lip a small bite and blushed, looking away. “I’m fifteen.”

“Thanks,” They made their orders and Greg gave Landon another look. The girl gave them puppy dog eyes, and she gave her top a good little tug as she moved to her next table.

Landon looked sheepish, “Yeah ... the other thing to.”

“I mean I’ve had to go into Hooters, as questions you know. But this place makes those girls look like nuns.”

“Really gotta talk to the mayor ASAP,” Landon said before sipping on his water.

“He keeps dodging us. How does he get away with that?” Greg complained.

“You remember what that guy said, at that house on the corner?”

Greg did,

‘They walk around with their daughters in the open. My wife says she thinks they’ve been grooming them. I’m not sure about all that but I heard just the other day that one of my neighbors, he thinks his co-worker went on a weekend skiing trip with one of the students from the high school. She was only sixteen. They went alone. Bet him and his wife had some words.’ Greg had remembered the man shaking his head and shrugging. Greg had hoped the wife and him had more than just words ... if it was true.

Greg shook his head, “This investigation is going to be a lot bigger and longer than we thought.”

Lauren

“Daddyyyyyy,” Lauren mewled, “Can we ... have some father daughter bonding time?”

Lauren was kneeling in front of her father Rick. He’d come from work early while Drea and their mother Enass were out at an art museum for one of her assignments. Now he was sitting watching the game while she wriggled excitedly.

Lauren was dressed in long silk gloves, black up to her bicep and skintight. Her leggings were black as well and up to her thigh. Around her waist was a pencil thin silver chain hanging low from her hips. Her hair was in a ponytail and she’d handcuffed her wrists behind her back and laid the key on the coffee table. The rest of her young teenage body was bare. Her baby smooth olive skin shone in the light. Her tits stood proudly engorged with milk. Her flat stomach flexed as she moved, growing more and more athletic as the days went on. Her bare pussy lips were dripping wet, and her angelic fourteen-year-old face begged at Rick’s groin, rubbing his growing hard-on.

“Your mother won’t like it,” Rick said unconvincingly. “And won’t Drea be jealous.”

Enass had become defensive about their daughters lately. She’d learned to accept Rick’s ownership over the girls. But after he had them, after he’d dressed them up and they’d become wanton teenagers, she couldn’t knowingly condone Rick’s predatory lust. They hadn’t even reached high school yet. Enass had started imposing rules. She couldn’t let Rick sleep with his daughters anymore except on special occasions like birthdays or celebrations, she wouldn’t let him share his underage girls with his friends anymore. But she had to swallow their home outfits and Rick’s eye raping stares on the young twin sisters.

“I want you aaaaaallllll to myself,” Lauren bit on his zipper and rasped it down, then licked where his hard-on was tenting the pants. “Mom can’t fuck like I can, mom doesn’t have tits like I do. She’s old but I’m young ... and fresh ... and slutty. Just like you want your daughter to be.” She kissed his groin in pauses. She even unbuttoned his pants with her teeth.

Rick pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out, huge and hungry. He pulled down lower. He stroked her golden and black hair as Lauren stuffed her face in his ball sack. She slobbered and kissed his balls and he growled.

“Sometimes,” She whispered under his cock, “I wish I could go right back in these. And I wish everyone could watch me serve you daddy.”

Rick sighed in content as Lauren’s mouth engulfed his cockhead. “That’s what you and your sister’s website is for” The image of his fourteen-year-old struggling to fit his cock in her mouth was made him think of the dozens of her and Drea that he’d posted online.

After Lauren and Drea’s abuse and submission at school, summer rolled around, and Rick started showing them off to all of his coworkers and friends. When he threw barbecues and parties his daughters flirted with his adult friends. They wriggled their asses and jiggled their breasts in their faces and on their groins, sometimes when no one was looking, other times not. All while dressed in tiny daisy dukes and bikini tops. They noted the nanny and a couple of babies around the house. When they asked Enass about them her happy answer about having new kids seemed strained, and they couldn’t remember her being pregnant. But they tallied it to not being around since last summer.

When Rick invited them to poker nights the twins dressed in maid outfits and occasionally only an apron with a thong. Rick would put pieces of his daughters’ outfits in the pot and bet away their clothing just before they showed off the good bits. Sometimes he’d lose a hand and one of the girls had to sit on one of their laps.

Most of his coworkers and friends weren’t from around the area and were stunned by his daughters’ provocativeness, more so by his willingness to let them dress so shamelessly.

Later in the summer Rick brought his daughters to work. He was able to get them volunteer positions in his office. His friends were sure the girls would begin dressing more conservatively. But they were quickly stunned to find the twins coming to work in short frilly black dresses and tight blazers over very, very, very low-cut halter tops. Sometimes it was only the blazers and pasties. Their pantyhose was high, black, and sheer. One coworker of his could have sworn he saw one of the twins walking into their boss’s office in a tiny skirt and only a blazer for a top. They were suddenly not so sure to whom the babies belonged.

Rick dug his fingers into Lauren’s boob-flesh hungrily. He could feel her nipples leaking in his palm. Lauren was swirling her tongue around his cockhead and bobbing her head up and down his length, wetting his meat to glisten. She kept her big brown eyes locked with his. Her cheeks hollowed as she vacuumed in his meat.

Rick held her head in his hands and pushed her down deeper onto his fuck stick, “You’re a dirty little schoolgirl for seducing your father with your sexy teenage tits and mouth.

With a pop she was off, “You should punish me daddy, punish me for being such a good submissive sex doll.” She stuffed him back in her mouth. He was getting deeper and deeper, hitting the back of her throat. He still had inches left and he meant to hide them all in her.

“You’re a shameful little slut,” He slapped her on the cheek, and she whimpered. “You embarrass me and your mother, and you still want to choke on my cock.”

“I never get tired being your little cum-dumpster. Nothing feels better than when you take advantage of me, when you use my tits or holes however you want.” She said, slipping him back into her mouth and down her throat.

Rick groaned as the last inches of his sizable member disappeared down his daughter’s throat. A throat made and designed for him, for his baby maker. The only thing he ever created that was better than her throat was probably her cunt, maybe her asshole.

He drove his sword in and out of her cum tunnel, just one of his many cock sheaths. “You probably drive everyone in school wild. You and your sister, with your tight butts and slutty tits.”

She would have smiled around his cock if he weren’t abusing and wrecking her throat with it.

School started only a few weeks ago, and the twins’ orientation day was only a few days before the first day of school. And after half a school year of sexual servitude in their middle school, and then a summer of flirtation and cheating the twins weren’t sure how the rules were supposed to be at Mactown high school.

On the day of orientation, the twins dressed in yoga shorts and tight t-shirts straining on their breasts. There were a few dozen new freshmen waiting for their tours. The twins were split into two different groups.

Lauren went with a sophomore named Rebecca. Her hair was long and black, her eyes icy blue. She was tan and short and was dressed in a plaid skirt not half a foot long. It didn’t come close to covering her voluptuous ass cheeks. Her top was a lone white button up that cut off at her belly. It was tied up under her heavy and perky tits. The thin fabric exposed hard nipples unprotected by a bra.

Rebecca was showing them the locker rooms. The boys had a big one with a second floor that led to the coaches’ offices. The offices had a large windowpane that overlooked the locker room from above. The girl’s locker room was a tiny thing disconnected from the gym and pool shoved off to the side. There were only about twenty lockers and two benches and one showerhead.

She was in the middle of explaining the coaches and gym teachers had to have girls rotate turns using the boy’s locker room. The boys in Lauren’s group were grinning and fist bumping quietly while some of the girls were whispering anxious gossip.

“We have to change in front of them?” A timid girl asked.

Rebecca gave her a dubious look, “Of course, how else are you supposed to?”

The girl shrugged, “I just ... don’t want them seeing me ... naked.”

“You’re scared of the boys looking at you naked?” Rebecca giggled at her own mischievousness. The girl shrugged again, “I hope you never get in trouble then.”

“What do you mean?” someone asked.

“If one of you gets in trouble a teacher can make you strip down and confiscate your clothes for the rest of the day.”

“What?”

“How is that fair?”

“Boys to?”

“Not Boys,” Rebecca quickly explained. “That only applies to the girls silly.”

“Why?”

Rebecca cocked her head, “Because our bodies are more fun to look at.” She giggled again as she led them back out to the halls.

She went on to explain the dress code and uniform. It was relatively standard for boys. No offensive language, no crude signs or gang symbols, and no exposed underwear (Lauren found that hilariously hypocritical). They also had to wear the school uniform at least two days out of the week, but Rebecca made it clear that they rarely followed this rule. This rule was more enforced for the young ladies.

Their uniforms were simple tennis or dress shoes with white calf high socks. Their skirts could be plaid or pink and no longer than eight inches long. The shirts, like the one Rebecca wore. had to be bought from a certain seller. They’d be required to tie under their breasts with no bra or anything underneath. The only acceptable panties would be thongs or string thongs. What they didn’t know until later was that the manufacturer made the fabric to be ultra-thin and two sizes smaller than normal. Once the girls sent in their measurements and ordered their size, they’d be receiving a tiny skirt in proportion to their body.

Otherwise, the female dress code required girls to keep at least seventy percent of their skin exposed at all times. More than half the cleavage had to be showing or the side and under boob had to be exposed. If the uniform skirt wasn’t being worn then at least half of a girl’s ass had to be showing. The gym uniforms were yoga shorts and Rebecca showed them a pair of shorts so tiny they were no more than panties. Including that was either a sports bra provided by the school or a bikini top.

If any of these rules were broken, then any teacher could force the rule breaker to strip in public and confiscate their clothes. Depending on the infraction the nude requirement could be extended for as long as a month. Anyone could also order the girl to pose for a photo, audience, or even in private. And anyone could use them as an assistant or helper. If they didn’t follow these rules or tried to cover up their punishment could be extended, and their hands could be tied behind their backs for the rest of the day.

The guys in Lauren’s group were obviously pleased by these rules. The shy girl was obviously even more anxious. All Lauren could think about were the cute and slutty outfits Drea and her would share.

Drea’s tour guide was a senior named Derek who was showing them the football stadium. It was impressively large for a high school.

“We’ve got great sports teams. This school has a policy that everyone has to be on a sports team. It’s about fitness and stuff. It makes us a really good school,” Derek was explaining. “Mactown gets a lot of donations from rich dads and these big business guys interested in the school, so we can have a ton of big teams.”

They were sitting on the bleachers while a conversation about the football team and tryouts was running along. The tour group was mostly guys and Drea and only two other girls were waiting silently until they were done jabbering about tryouts.

Or they would have but Drea couldn’t help but snicker when one particularly skinny boy boasted that he’d be on the varsity team by the end of his freshmen year.

“What’s your deal?” He asked with a frown. The other freshmen boys were also frowning slightly.

“Nothing, I didn’t mean anything by it.” It really had been an accident. Drea didn’t want them to think she was making fun of them.

But...

The boy was pretty small. She doubted he’d even get on the team. She doubted any of them would. She imagined they’d have to play on the golf club or something.

But the boy kept pressing, “No, no, you had something to say. You don’t think I could do it?”

“No, it’s not that,” Drea said quickly. “It’s just Derek was saying it’s a really good team and stuff, and you have to be really good to get on. And you’re kind of short and I think they’re probably looking for like ... a real man.”

Drea realized how bad it sounded as soon as she said it, but there was no swallowing her words. She stammered out an apology, but the mumbles of a dozen freshmen guys drowned her out.

“That was pretty cold,” Derek said awkwardly.

Drea shrugged sharply. “I’m just saying, most of you aren’t big enough I think,” She said lamely.

Now their mumbles were louder grumbles and arguments. The other two girls were behind her and shaking their heads.

“Man fuck that, I’ll show you how big I am,” A fat black freshman argued.

He rose up and pulled her in by the arm. More hands joined. They put their hands on her thighs and ass cheeks, fondling and jiggling. A pair of rough hands went straight for her chest and lips were sucking on her exposed curves. The black boy kissed Drea full on the lips and she yelped in surprise. Her pussy quivered as it moistened almost immediately.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?” one of the girls asked Derek.

But he was already pulling his shirt off, “You kidding? I’m taking a turn.”

Derek put two hands on Drea’s top and ripped it in half, exposing her braless tits. More hands explored her breasts and her panties were pulled down. Two different fingers slipped up her cunt and she groaned. Lust was spreading from her insides.

Drea released herself for a moment, “You have to stop, you’re going to get caught. Won’t you get in trouble?”

They shoved her down on the bench and pulled her legs apart easily. The metal was cold on her back. She was making a growing puddle on the seat with her pussy juices.

Derek laughed, “Only you, you little cock whore.”

The black boy whipped out his growing member. Drea was astounded at his enormous size, more astounded by it when he roughly forced into her tight cum channel. If she weren’t so wet already it would have been excruciating. Like this it was only painful and pleasurable.

“OHHHHHH ... FUCK! You’re fucking so big,” Drea strained. She felt a hand around her throat, and she realized her eyes were closed. The black boy was choking her, and she was going lightheaded. Derek prodded her mouth and closed her nose, so she was forced to suck in a breath. But instead, she inhaled his fat member into her throat. The others put her hands on their expectant fuck sticks. She was tingling all over.

“Yeah, that’s it, teach this fucking slut a lesson,” Derek growled as he fucked her mouth.

She felt more dicks slapping her face. The black boy was pumping into her cunt forcefully. She was rubbing up against the metal, her body shivered and jerked at his furious ravaging. Her orgasm was building rapidly.

“Oh shit ... YES! Fuck my holes up! FUCK ME ... PLEEEAAASE!” Drea begged through a choked neck as she tugged on the strangers’ members and mouths suckled on her milking nipples.

The black boy strained and tensed up and she felt his cum splatter onto her vagina walls, practically searing hot. It drove her to her edge, and she came with him, bucking her hips back into him. The black boy traded with another and the group took turns with Drea’s dick holster.

“Use this bitch like the cum dumpster she is,” Derek said almost violently.

One after the other they shared her cunt. She had a dozen thick loads swimming in her vagina, leaking from her lips. Derek finished her off by landing his wads of semen on her face, shutting one of her eyes and staining her cheeks.

Without her shirt Drea had to go the rest of the tour covering her fat tits with her hands. At least they gave her back her shorts. Derek tied her hands in front of her and gagged her with her panties. Onlookers goggled and pointed and Drea hid behind the girls looking sheepish

By the end of the tour Derek took advantage of the last two girls as well. One was fucked in the auditorium, her begging cries magnified across the large room. The more conservative girl who spoke up during Drea’s train was raped in the locker rooms. They had her swallowing cum greedily by the end.

At the end of orientation day Drea walked back home topless with Lauren, her face still covered in dried cum.

Lauren’s feet were in the air while her throat was clenched around Rick’s daughter pleaser. He was still sitting on the couch. Her pussy was in his face and her skull was wrapped in his hands. He couldn’t see but her big round eyes were rolling as he pumped up into her convulsing esophagus. Her legs shook. With her hands still behind her back the only thing holding her up was Rick’s hands on her head, which did little, and her face on his manhood. His thrusts were bruising her throat from the inside and forcing her body to be shoved upwards. Big fat tears dripped down her face, running mascara across her underage teenage face.

Before she blacked out Rick finally took pity on her and lifted her by her shoulders. She gasped for breath, heaving, and crying.

Still, “Please more, please more, oh fuck make it hurt more,” The fourteen-year-old begged. But they’d been doing this for ten minutes and as much as Rick loved abusing his little girl’s gullet, he wanted to violate her person in another more intimate way.

He laid her on her back. Her legs were already spread to show off her bare pretty pussy, glistening and dripping with wetness.

He put his hand around her throat and squeezed. She smiled as she choked, “You’re a fucking embarrassing daughter.” She groaned as his girthy manhood spread her slut tunnel open. “I have to violate your innocence to keep you honest.”

“Yes daddy,” her voice rasped through the choking. “Fuck me, I’m your whore. I’m a slut because of how you raised me, Drea and I are like this because of you.”

Rick took the key from the coffee table and released her wrists. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. She gasped and tightened her grip when she humped up at him, a wonton symbol of lust and incest. She gasped louder when he thrust to meet her. Rick kissed his teenage daughter and the two thrashed into each other. Sweat mingled between their skin, Rick’s hairy and muscled, Lauren’s soft and smooth. His precum and her pussy juices squelched inside her pussy walls. Every one of his thrusts sent ecstasy up her spine straight to her brain. Offensive lust drove them to intensity. Her heat and young tightness sent a euphoric pleasure shock through Rick’s core.

“I like it when you violate me daddy,” Lauren could barely breath “Abuse me daddy, take advantage of your daughter. Yes, FUCK YES! OHHHH ... FUUUUCK YEEEESSSSS! RAPE ME DAD, RAPE ME LIKE A FATHER SHOULD RAPE HIS DAUGHTER, FUCK YEEEESSSSS! FUCK ME DAD I’M BEGGING YOU!”

Rick was grunting loudly with every pound of his skin on her skin and Lauren was screaming so loudly he was sure the neighbors could hear. He hoped they could. Lauren’s cum shoot somehow tightened even more as she came on his dick. He yelled as he followed closely behind shooting his DNA filled sperm into his daughter. His daughter who already had his genes, his own blood.

He collapsed on top of her, and they panted. They kissed passionately and Lauren writhed underneath him. She rubbed her rock-hard nipples on his sexy torso and messaged his daddy-dick in her cock sheath. Before long he was rock hard-again and they fucked again to a total of three times before Drea and Enass came home for dinner.

They were dressed before the two arrived however, much to Lauren’s disappointment. There was a bit of her that wanted them to catch the father-daughter lovers. Rick had dressed in his sweats while Lauren put on her home outfit that she shared with Drea.

It included her arm-length gloves and her thigh-high stockings. To complete the look was a G-string thong with a tiny skirt. Their tops were two squares that didn’t cover half of their tits. The squares were connected by thin straps crisscrossing the cleavage, letting it spread and accentuate. The bra wrapped around the back. Lauren’s outfit was black, and Drea’s was pink.

Rick didn’t tell Enass he came home early. He’d rather her not be suspicious. Still there was a wary eye that she’d adopted for the past long months. But if she suspected anything she didn’t say. Even if she had Rick doubted he would have cared. Lauren had been quite the treat. He wasn’t the only father finding trouble using his daughters the way he wanted with his wife around. He was usually restricted to fucking his daughters at night, behind his wife’s back. Him and some of his less fortunate friends were disappointed by their wives’ reversal of understanding. But they weren’t surprised, they’d heard of it before. They just hoped they would be the lucky ones.

Lauren, however, immediately bragged to Drea when she got the chance. The two teased and bickered with each other all through dinner. Enass’s frown did nothing to dissuade them from their mysterious chatter and light caressing. It was like another language to her.

When they were done with dinner Rick continued watching the game. Enass took her daughters down to the basement to reluctantly help the nanny with the babies. Two girls, and three boys. Enass could do nothing to restrict her jealousy for the bastard children her cheating husband made with their own daughters. Worse still how many of them were. Plus, their nanny was twenty-year-old college student working for money. She stayed overnight to care for the kids and help around the house. She was blonde and busty and Enass was sure Rick was fucking her since she wouldn’t let him fuck their daughters anymore.

When bedtime finally rolled around Enass went to her room with Rick. The tension alive in their bed. She hated as much loved the touch of his arm when he spooned her.

The twins went up to their room, quickly stripping down to their nakedness and slipping under the covers of the bed they now shared together. They embraced their naked bodies tightly together, kissing and rubbing each other’s baby-smooth skin.

Rick knew what they were doing, and it took all of his will power not to leap from his bed and join his daughters. Minutes passed like hours. He listened for his wife’s breathing to be sure when she was asleep. He was still wired. And when he was finally sure she was asleep he slipped out of bed as quietly as he could. He was never certain though.

Enass didn’t have the heart to tell him she almost always noticed when he left their bed.

Rick tip-toed down the hall to his twin daughters’ room. They’d been waiting for him for hours. They were writhing into each other’s bodies. Covers almost forgotten. Identical clone sisters fenced each other with incestuous tongues. Mirror image pussies were mingling juices and wonton breasts were rubbing together, leaking nipple on leaking nipple.

Even though Rick never failed to come each and every night to their room, they were always a little worried he wouldn’t walk inside. When they heard their doorknob jiggle and turn their excitement burned through their bodies. They giggled as their father’s silhouette appeared under the door frame.

“Look at you two,” He said. “Desperate cum addicts for dad. Just can’t resist, can you?”

If the lights had been on, he still wouldn’t have been able to tell who was who. One of them suckled hard on the other’s nipple, drinking the milk meant for their babies. The other’s pupils glinted on the hallway nightlight, staring her father down. She licked her lips and Rick bounded the length of the room in three steps. The girls knelt to meet his proud standing member, engorged in seconds.

One lay on her back under his cock, slobbering on her origins. He put his hand on her moist breast and the other twin swallowed his cock up, quickly wetting it with her mouth. Pre-cum and spit were mingling in moments. He felt both of his balls fill a teenager’s mouth, her tongue gently messaging his gene pool.

“We used to live there,” One of them whispered.

The one on his man-meat was quickly working her way down his length. He guessed it was Drea because she was hungrily, desperately fucking her whole gullet length. Then again it could have been Lauren with a reinvigorated addiction and hunger for his cock. Whoever it was, was working herself hard on him. He put a hand on the back of her head and gripped her hair. He thrust into her hard and shoved her head into him even harder. He could hear her whimpers and he roughly fucked her young throat. He could feel her tears on his pelvis with every thrust. The girls switched on and off and Rick treated both equally rough. They pumped his meat with their hands when they both took a teste in their mouth, and their lips simultaneously messaged his length when they were both on his cock.

They changed positions and the twins laid on their backs, holding each other’s hands. Their legs were spread wide open, pussies sopping wet and moistening the sheets. Rick picked the one on the right, unsure of who it was. She gave off a high-pitched gasp and he pounded into her with reckless abandon, relishing the euphoric heaven he was in. He put three fingers up the cunt of the other, and a thumb on her clit. She gasped and wriggled her hips on his hand. Using the other hand to hold himself up Rick bent down and sucked on their nipples, switching from girl to girl and nipple to nipple. They tasted identical.

She moaned loudly. They both did. Their groans and whimpers were audible across the house, they all knew it. Not for the first time the twins wondered if their mother could hear them pleasuring her husband, pleasing their father like sluts do. They wondered if they woke her up, if she knew what they did. Rick couldn’t find it inside himself to care. That made him a little guilty, but not much.

He switched between the two. They both panted hard, regardless of if he was inside her or not. They held their hands tightly and shared a loving or lustful kiss. After switching again for an unknowable about of times he bounced whoever was underneath him on the mattress.