Chapter 79

(Thursday, May 30th)

When I woke up the next morning, a Thursday, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. I was lying naked in my bed, with my wife naked and curled up next to me. The déjà vu was because this was how we used to wake up all the time, but never did anymore - not counting yesterday. It wasn’t just a change since the advent of the harem. Mindy and I had had very different sleep schedules for a long time, so I’d gotten used to waking up alone.

For once, I sensed that I’d woken up with flaccid penis. The poor little guy was probably needing a break.

I rolled over and saw that my wife was awake and looking at me. I smiled at her. As she smiled back, I ran my finger playfully down her nose. “This is a nice surprise again. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

She ran her fingers up to my face too, like she was exploring it for the first time. “No special reason. Of course, we do have to keep the tickle attack tradition going in some form. It would be wrong for you to wake up alone.”

I chuckled. “Wrong? Not hardly.”

But she was serious, and adamant. “Yes! Wrong! You’re a harem master now. You don’t wake up alone, period. Besides, I can’t let you sleep alone for practical reasons.”

She didn’t elaborate, but I knew exactly what she was talking about - the worry that Michelle could sneak in and put my morning wood into her pussy, and thus completely change the “dating boys” conflict (or so Michelle hoped). Knowing Michelle, even a locked door might not be enough to stop her.

I said, “I’m glad you’re helping to protect me, but I’m a bit surprised too. I don’t know what to think anymore. You’re so far gone into this cucquean thing that I half expect you to be the one to guide me into her as I sleep.”

Mindy sat up, looking shocked. She was naked, and her large breasts jiggled around enticingly. “Is that what you think?”

Her facial expression turned to annoyance and even anger, but that was quickly replaced by sadness and defeat. “It hurts me, but I can understand why you feel that way. I’ve been a bit out of control lately, haven’t I?”

I could only roll my eyes at her. “Just a tad.”

She sat up straighter, striking a sexy pose that proudly displayed her bare breasts. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been wildly irresponsible. But that’s because you’ve taken up the slack and been responsible enough for both of us.”

She knew I was going to respond to that, and held her hand up. “I know, I know. It’s not fair of me to put it all on you. I’m going to try to be better and get my act together. I don’t want you to start questioning my loyalty like that. You know, I’m NOT going to throw everything away for cheap thrills ... although those thrills sometimes overwhelm me when I’m lost in the moment. If you weren’t the one there saying ‘no’ when someone had to say it, then I would have picked up the slack and done the right thing. At least, I hope I would have.” She frowned, questioning herself.

“See?” I said. “That’s what happens when you let your lusts run completely unchecked. You don’t know what’ll happen.”

“Well, I’ll try to be better,” she said with new resolve. “Really. To be honest, I’m not as out of control as you think. I have an ultimate vision, kind of like the Hellions with their Plan. It’s simple: you get your harem of cock slaves, who are our newly enlarged family. And then, just for shits and giggles, you go out and fuck the occasional extra hottie. Although when you do, I hope there’s more giggling than shitting going on.”

She smirked happily. “So, since my vision has nearly totally come true already, I don’t think we’ll be disagreeing as much.”

“Is that so?” I responded. “I disagree. You’re going to want to increase the number of cock slaves until we need our own zip code, totally ignoring all the practical and even physical limits. And I don’t agree with the second idea about ‘extra hotties’ in the first place. In sounds great, in theory, but it’s asking for trouble. It’s like putting out a welcome mat for Trouble with a capital T that says, ‘Wipe your feet on me.’”

“Okay!” She kicked the covers off, and playfully ran her feet up my legs. Her toes tickled my penis, which was still only in a half-engorged state.

“I walked right into that one,” I noted. “But what if you think about the problem seriously?”

She contemplated that. “Hmmm.” She stared off into space.

After some long moments, I asked, “What are you thinking, exactly?”

“I’m trying to figure out who to call so we can set up our own zip code.”

I chuckled, remembering my comment about the harem needing its own zip code. “Seriously, what are you thinking?”

“Deep thoughts. Really ... Let me think about this at work today. I’ll get back to you. I’m going to try to see things through your eyes better than before.”

She abruptly switched gears, striking a sultry tone as well as a sexy pose while still sitting up in bed. “But speaking about busty babes wanting to jump into your bed and get royally fucked, Michelle probably isn’t the only one wishing you were balls-deep in her right now. Sue Ellen practically begged me to let her do the tickle attack honors this morning. I would have been happy to have her join us, but there’s no easy way to sneak her in and out without the others knowing. Besides, she’s proving very useful as a mole in the ‘enemy camp’ right now.”

“Oh really? What have you learned?”

“Not much yet, but she’s gonna give me a full report later. Anyway, I figure we can use our morning tradition to help defeat the ‘rebellion.’ Here’s my deviously sneaky plan. As usual, I can’t stay long, due to my inflexible work hours. You don’t even want to know how early it is, by the way. I figure we can skip the usual bedroom fun, and take the fun down to the dining room. Your four cock slaves have been taking their duty to get in shape for their master extremely seriously, so they just got back from running.”

I laughed. “‘Get in shape?’ You’re kidding me, right? If they’re out of shape, then I’m a monkey’s uncle!”

She sighed theatrically. “You have such a shaky grasp of evolution. Yes, you’re related to monkeys, but not THAT directly related!”

I laughed again. I came back with, “I just thought that my nephew Rodney, you know the way he scratches himself and makes funny noises, not to mention all that back hair, and he loves eating bananas ... Are you telling me he’s ... human?”

She had a good laugh at that. “Hey, funny guy, here’s the plan. Cindy and Sue Ellen just left, so the timing is perfect. I say we just get it on in front of the Gruesome Twosome while they’re eating breakfast, and see what happens.”

“That’s the extent of your ‘deviously sneaky plan?’ Go downstairs, fuck like teenagers in front of the kids, and see what happens? Remind me never to plan a bank robbery with you. I can hear it now: ‘Hey Honey, let’s walk into a bank, wave our guns around, and take some money. Oh, and maybe cover our faces with a costume or something. Oh, and also, leave with the money.’”

She was all smiles. “Hey, that’s a great plan! What more do you need? The best plans are the simplest ones. It’s all about timing, and this is the perfect timing for us to work on breaking their rebellious resolve. We can’t do it all at once, but we can start chipping away. Then we’ll work on your ‘rob the bank’ plan in the afternoon.”

Actually, there were a lot of clever details in her plans she’d come up with. We went over them, and came up with some more.

We went downstairs hand in hand, both of us dressed in robes. Mindy had made sure that my penis was erect before we left the bedroom. As she said, “We’re going to be using that thing for some serious pounding veeerry soon. And I’m not talking about hammering in nails, although it’s usually hard enough for that too.”

Although my dick woke up a bit “sleepy,” she didn’t have to do anything at all to me to get it erect, since it was plenty hard from my thinking about the possibilities of what could happen downstairs.

Michelle and Ruby were at the dining table, just finishing up some bowls of cereal. They were dressed in ordinary clothes that were in no way revealing or sexy.

They looked surprised to see us coming. Michelle immediately stood up. “Come on, Ruby, let’s go. I just lost my appetite.”

But Mindy wouldn’t have that. She swept into the room, let go of my hand, walked right up to Michelle, and slapped her on the cheek.

I was shocked! She’d never done anything like that before. She’s nothing but kind and good-natured. She doesn’t even yell, not even when severely provoked. About the worst she ever gets is grouchy.

But Mindy wasn’t done. She looked aghast. “Michelle, how dare you?! I know you’re having a conflict with Dan, but he’s still your father and your master! Now, you apologize to him immediately, like a good slave!”

Michelle’s eyes flashed angrily while she rubbed her sore cheek, but she seemed to think again, and changed her demeanor. She dropped her head just a little bit and said, “Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s better!” Mindy said, still acting indignant. “Now, is that any kind of way for a cock slave to act?”

“No.” Her head dropped a little more.

“Good. No, that’s not enough. Both of you, drop to your knees and apologize properly. I’ll let you keep your clothes on this time, since you’re still on strike.”

The two of them walked up to me and assumed Position Number Three, which was kneeling with their knees spread wide, chests proudly out, and hands pinned behind their backs. “Sorry, Daddy,” they said in perfect union. (They were getting almost eerily good at the whole saying-the-same-thing-at-the-same-time thing.)

If I hadn’t been aroused yet, that would have done the trick. But my wife was clever, as she wasn’t doing this for me. She understood her daughters’ submissive minds, and knew that getting them to submit to me like that would start their pussy juices flowing.

Mindy looked around, as if surveying the situation for the first time. “Now, I don’t want to hear anymore talk about leaving. We’re a family, and we’ll eat breakfast as a family. Is that understood?”

Both Ruby and Michelle replied in union, using that bored monotone of surly teenagers. “Yes, Mom.”

Mindy nodded. She added to Michelle, “Sorry for slapping you, my darling. I would never had done that when you were just my daughter, but you’re a sex slave now too, and you have to be held to a higher standard. Dan, bless his big heart, is willing to tolerate your little mutinous sex ban, for now, but I hope I don’t need to remind you that you both are still his slaves, and still live to serve him. If he says ‘jump, ‘ you know what to say.”

Again in that disinterested voice, they replied at the same time, “How high, Master.”

“Very good,” Mindy concluded. “You may rise.”

My wife certainly is an interesting character. True, most of the time, she’s liked to act as if she was one of the cock slaves. But she also always made clear that she had a higher status in the family than the others did. As I watched my daughters return to the table, I was starting to see that she got off on dominating them sometimes too. She was looking even more smirky and satisfied than usual.

Mindy and I went to the kitchen to get breakfast. My clever wife already had some waffles prepared, so she could just heat them up and not waste a lot of time. While she did that, I brought the juice, glasses, and the rest to the table, and sat down at the head of the table, with my daughters sitting next to me.

They warmed up to me just a tad, and we chatted a bit. They admitted they had plans to work on my ‘big idea’ for much of the day.

I nodded my head knowingly, but I had to search my brain to figure out what idea that was. Then it occurred to me they were probably referring to my suggestion that they use their artistic talents on some kind of collaborative project. I was pleased to hear that.

Once Mindy brought the rest of the food to the table, she stood near the table with her hands on her hips, frowning. The gesture opened her robe quite a lot, exposing a tremendous amount of nicely tanned cleavage. “Something’s not right. Can anyone tell me what it is?”

Ruby asked in a sour and snarky tone, “Is it that Daddy is clinging to his foolish notions?”

I was surprised, since that was the kind of comment I would have expected Michelle to say. But it also showed that Ruby wasn’t just following Michelle on this sex ban; she had her own strong feelings on the matter too.

Mindy just rolled her eyes. “No. Honey, please pull your chair away from the table.”

I did so. As we’d prearranged, I pulled far from the table, so Michelle and Ruby would have a good view of what would happen next.

Mindy pointed dramatically at my crotch. “Look! You see that bulge in his robe? I don’t have to tell you what that is. Do you think it’s right that your Daddy-Master eats his breakfast without at least getting blown?”

Ruby replied, “Well, no, of course not. He can’t fully enjoy his meal without his cock getting sucked. But these are difficult times.”

Mindy gave her an annoyed look. “Since you two are shirking your most important cock slave duties, I guess it’s up to me to pleasure him while he eats.”

With that, she shucked her robe off her shoulders and stood there naked, except for her high heels. (I’d argued if she wore them, it would be a tip off that we were up to something unusual, but she insisted they would help the girls get uncontrollably horny.) Then she undid my sash, leaving my front side effectively completely naked. She knelt down between my legs and took my turgid cock into her mouth.

Michelle and Ruby were so shocked that it looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. Their waffles were forgotten. Within seconds, despite their effort to remain disinterested for the sake of their strike, they both leaned closer for a better look.

Mindy didn’t disappoint. She’d cleverly positioned herself so both girls could see pretty much all of my erection. My legs were spread very wide, and my dick was pointing straight down. Mindy came up to it from directly below, where she was propped up with a single elbow. She bobbed on it, but really just the cockhead, and not even all of that. She was also careful to hold it in place in such a way that her hand wouldn’t spoil any of the view.

I closed my eyes so I could focus on enjoying Mindy’s tongue and lips to the fullest. But the Hellions were just a few feet away, and I had no trouble hearing them whisper to each other.

Michelle said urgently, “Look! She’s wearing high heels, even!”

“I know!” Ruby gasped in reply. “God, it’s so hot!”

It looked like Min had been right about the psychological importance of wearing high heels. Personally, I didn’t get it, since she wasn’t even standing. I doubted they could even see the heels from where they were.

Michelle gasped back, “I have to get out of here!”

Ruby replied, “No you don’t! You heard what your mom said before. Have you ever seen her that mad? Do you want to make her even madder?”

“She shouldn’t have slapped me.”

“It was only a light slap. And just because we’re having a fight with him doesn’t mean you can disrespect him like that. He’s still our master, you know.”

“I know, but ... Oh God! I have to get out of here!”

I opened my eyes a peek, and saw Michelle standing up at the table.

Ruby said to her sternly, “Sit down! We have to obey the rules of cock slavery, even during our rebellion. If you can’t stand to look, then don’t. Eat your waffles before they get cold.”

Still peeking, I watched Michelle reluctantly sit back down.

“How can you be that blasé?” Michelle complained to her sister. “I mean, do you not see Daddy’s great fat cock, just poking out there, looking all throbby and tasty? Or what Mom is doing to it?!”

Ruby’s chest was heaving. “Of course I can see it! I can’t tear my eyes away! And look at me: I’m drooling! My mouth can’t stop making saliva! It’s so THICK that all I can think about is slobbering and choking on it! It’s all I can do not to rip my clothes off and dive in!”

Michelle just groaned needfully. Like Ruby, she was forgetting to stay quiet.

Ruby’s voice turned husky. “Gaawwwd! Just imagine: Mindy licking up one side, and me down the other, and you slurping your way all over his balls, proving ourselves as nothing but his three busty fuck pets while he casually eats his breakfast! ... Ohhh ... That’s the kind of breakfast enjoyment Daddy deserves!”

“Don’t!” Michelle said, nearly hysterically. She reached across the table and swatted Ruby’s hand, which had just started frigging her pussy through her clothes. “Please! We have to be strong! Think about, I dunno, yucky things!”

“Like what?” Ruby asked, nearly as desperate. “And tell me fast, ‘cos I have this irresistible urge to play with my pussy!” They were talking quite loudly by now, no longer noticing or caring who heard them.

Michelle looked in horror as one of her own hands dropped into her lap. “Oh God! I do too! I can’t stop myself! Good Lord, the King is just too big and too long, and too suckable!”

But then she glanced back at my crotch, and froze. Her voice dropped down, and she said with annoyance, “And Mom, excuse me, but what do you think you’re doing?”

When Mindy didn’t reply, Michelle continued in a disapproving tone, “Since you’ve started, all you’ve been doing is bob over the very end of my master’s cockhead! I mean, uh, Daddy’s cockhead. That’s nice for him, for like, a few seconds, but what about all the other inches and inches of untended cock? You’re not even stroking them!” She gesticulated in agitation.

Ruby saw what was bothering Michelle, and exclaimed, “Yeah! You’re not even doing ANYthing to his sweet spot! The frenulum! That’s the very best spot of all! It’s ALL about stimulating that spot, constantly! Come on! YOU were the one who taught us that!” She shook her fists in frustration.

Mindy turned her head, and looked at them like she didn’t know a thing and wanted to learn from their experience. She bobbed deeper, and made several passes over my sweet spot. Then she went back to just bobbing on the tip of the cockhead. “Like that?” she asked.

Michelle answered, “Yeah, exactly, but why did you stop already?! You only bobbed on it, like, twice! That’s nothing!” She was so frustrated that she stood up and sort of paced around without really moving from her spot.

Ruby found herself standing as well, but she was bending over and drawing nearer. Since her hand was still over her pussy, she looked like she really had to go to the bathroom. She was close enough to reach out and tap Mindy’s shoulders, and it looked like she wanted to. “Yeah! Seriously! Mindy, what are you thinking?!”

Mindy replied between licks, “I’m just getting warmed up, so I want to start slowly. The goal is to...” - she paused to lick a little more - “to blow him all through his breakfast, so I have to pace myself and build up to better things.” That was a good cover story. In truth, she was doing a deliberately bad job.

Michelle ran her hands through her hair. It looked like she was ready to tear her hair out. “Yeah, but not THAT slow! I mean, come ON! Daddy’s got great stamina. He can take it! You can lap right on his sweet spot for ages, and he’ll totally love it!”

“Like this?” Mindy licked her way up to my sweet spot, and gave it a few extra licks, but then she kept on licking up higher.

Michelle was hopeful at first, and started saying, “Yes ... Yes!” But then, when Mindy went too high, Michelle threw her head back in dismay and tore at her hair some more. “No! NO! Not THERE! Sheesh! Daddy hardly has any nerve endings there! Lower! Down! Back to right around the edge of the crown!”

Ruby had stopped grasping at her pussy mound because was clutching at air with her hands, too frustrated for words. She felt a little better when Mindy went back to licking my sweet spot a little more (since Mindy knew it wouldn’t be plausible if she were too clueless). But then Ruby complained, “And Mindy, what’s with the way you’re holding it? You can stroke it and hold it for support at the same time. But you’re holding it like you’re afraid to touch it or something!”

“Yeah!” Michelle agreed emphatically. “As long as your hand is there, wrapped around his thickness, why not use it to stroke it too? I mean, sure, start slow, but not like you’re in a COMA! Arrrgh!”

Finally, they were more or less mollified when Mindy began jacking off my shaft while licking in the right area on and around my sweet spot. However, by now, they were really hot and bothered. I peeked at them again, and saw both of them were pinching their nipples AND playing with their pussies. True, they were touching themselves over their clothes, but they were obviously getting very worked up just the same.

Suddenly, Mindy let go of my boner altogether and stood up. She said brightly, “I’m thirsty. I’m going to take a break and get myself a glass of milk. Does anyone else want anything?”

The girls stared at her in disbelief, like her whole head had just turned turquoise blue with pink stripes. They shook their heads no.

After Mindy headed to the kitchen, the girls whispered quietly to each other, but they were so frazzled that they didn’t realize I was still close enough to hear even quiet whispering. (Plus, I think it helped that I kept my eyes closed - perhaps they thought I was off in some erotic la-la land.)

Michelle hissed at Ruby, “What’s up with Mom? You call THAT a blowjob? She’s supposed to be the sex expert around here. PATHETIC! And then she just gets up and leaves him hanging, like it’s no big deal!”