I turn Hester around and lift her — legs wrapped around my waist, my hands under her tight ass, her arms around my neck — and carry her to the bedroom. She clings to me, moaning into my shoulder, her tits pressed flat against my chest. Her jeans are still pooled on the kitchen floor.
Hope follows, licking Hester's juice from her lips. Katie slides off the table and brings up the rear, still naked, her skin flushed and damp.
I lay Hester on the bed and climb over her. She looks up at me with those eyes — worshipful, adoring, confused and grateful all at once. My pet. My good little squirrel. The girl who came to me as a bully, head high and defiant, before I broke her and remolded her into what she is now — a needy, obedient, slutty pet. And now she's trembling beneath me, waiting for my next move.
I grab the waistband of her sage green panties and rip. The fabric tears like wet paper. She gasps — surprised, thrilled — and lifts her hips to let me pull the torn strips from under her.
I push inside her again and set a rhythm. Deep and slow, grinding, her legs hooked over my arms, her small tits quivering with every thrust. My cock claims her cunt as my own. Her walls give up resisting the invasion, aided by her flowing juices lubricating the fleshy intruder, but keep applying a steady pressure on it. My cockhead keeps bumping onto her cervix, each bump eliciting a gasp from my trembling little pet, as if aware that entry is impossible but unwilling to accept defeat. I lean down and take a nipple in my mouth, sucking, biting gently while I fuck her. Hester gasps — that sharp, delicious sound — and her back bows off the mattress.
"Father... father..." She's crying again. Happy tears, leaking down her temples. She doesn't wipe them. Just lets them fall. Her hands find my shoulders and dig in, nails biting.
"That's it, pet. Let go. e for Daddy."
She does. Her back arches, her cunt seizes around me in waves, and she moans my name like a prayer — drawn out, broken, beautiful. Her whole body shudders and I keep thrusting through it, riding her orgasm, not letting up.
Behind me, the bed dips. Hope's hand slides up my back. I look over my shoulder. She's on her knees, her pink bra still on, her jeans unbuttoned and her hand shoved down the front, fingers working her own cunt with quick, practiced strokes.
"Please, Daddy. I need..."
"You're going to watch, babygirl." Not unkind. Firm. "Your pet sister earned today. You'll get your turn this evening."
She bites her lip. The pout flickers across her face again — that signature Hope pout — then fades into something else. Arousal. Submission. Trust. She nods. Her hand slows, matching the rhythm of my thrusts into Hester. Good girl.
Below, hands grip my waistband. Katie. She tugs my jeans down past my hips, baring my ass. She slides in behind me, fitting herself between my spread knees, and leans forward — her mouth finding my balls from below, drawing them in with a soft, wet seal. She closes her lips and sucks, a steady vacuum that pulls them deep while I keep thrusting into Hester. Her tongue works the sac, one hand gripping my thigh for leverage. She moans against my skin, and the vibration travels up my spine.
Her mouth works my balls relentlessly, sucking and releasing in rhythm with my thrusts. Hope behind me, touching herself, watching my cock slide in and out of Hester. Hester writhing beneath me, tears and sweat and saliva. The room is a symphony of wet sounds and soft moans and the creak of the bedframe.
This is my family. My perfect, filthy, loving family.
I reach back and grip Katie's hair, pulling her mouth off my sac. "Get between her legs, slave. Eat her out."
I sit back, drawing Hester's knees toward my chest, her legs folding until her soles press flat against my shoulderblades. I hold her feet under my palms — steady, anchored — her cunt wide open and fully exposed beneath me. Katie slides in from the side, her head horizontal as she tucks herself beside Hester's hip, her tongue finding Hester's clit without hesitation. Hester wails.
"OH — fuck — yes — "
I keep thrusting, deep and steady, while Katie's tongue works Hester's clit from the side. Hope's hand moves faster between her legs. The whole bed is rocking.
The pressure builds in my gut. My balls draw tight. Alarm bells sound in my mind, my testicles shouting "overload! overload!" I bury myself deep inside Hester — one last, full, grinding thrust — and let go. Thick ropes of cum pump into her cunt, one after another, flooding her insides, painting her quivering vagina in my lustful colors, while she moans beneath me and Katie's tongue works her clit through the orgasm. The orgasm keeps rolling — wave after wave — and I keep thrusting through it, riding it out.
When I finally stop, I'm gasping. I pull out and collapse beside Hester, pulling her into my chest. She curls into me, trembling, her face buried in my neck. Her breath is hot and ragged against my skin.
Katie climbs up and tucks herself under my arm. Her body is warm, damp with sweat. She presses a kiss to my shoulder.
"Good master," she murmurs.
Hope crawls over and drapes herself across my legs — her cheek on my thigh, her hand still resting between her legs. She's watching Hester with something plicated in her eyes. Jealousy. Arousal. Love.
"You did so well, pet," I murmur to Hester, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you."
She sniffles against my chest. "I love you, father."
"I know, pet. I know."
I hold her tighter. Katie's hand finds mine. Hope's fingers trace lazy patterns on my calf.
We lie like that for a long moment — four bodies tangled in the sheets, the room smelling of sex and sweat and something that feels dangerously close to happiness.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Katie reaches for it and presses it into my hand.
Paul.
"Is this a bad time?"
I glance down at Hester, still trembling against my chest, and Katie tucked warm under my arm. "No, just finished filling up Hester."
Hester purrs — an actual, feline sound — and burrows deeper into my chest. Katie muffles a giggle against my shoulder.
A pause on the other end. "Oh."
Another pause. Then: "Convent passed first inspection. Can you visit this week?"
I grin at the ceiling. "I'll make time. Text me the details."
"Will do. And, Ben? I don't want to know."
He hangs up.
Katie chuckles, her breath warm on my skin. "You're so bad. Telling a father you just finished flooding his daughter with cum."
Hope chuckles from the foot of the bed. I reach down and slap Katie's ass — sharp, a real sting. "That's enough out of you, slave. Keep teasing your master and see what happens."
Katie's eyes twinkle. "Promise?"
I don't answer. Not yet. I just hold them both close in the quiet that follows.
A moment passes. The system waits until the breathing steadies before delivering the accounting.
[Chapter 137 — Afternoon Session breakdown:]
[Kitchen table:]
[vaginal sex (from behind, partial undress): 600 x 1.5 undress = 900]
[Bedroom:]
[vaginal sex (folded missionary, full undress): 600 x 2.0 undress = 1,200]
[ball sucking (full undress): 400 x 2.0 undress = 800]
[cumshot (full undress): 600 x 2.0 undress = 1,200]
[orgasm x1: 500]
[Total earned: 4,600 PDP]
[New balance: 46,225 PDP]
*What about the cunnilingus? Hope on Hester. Hester on Katie. Katie on Hester. None of those counted?*
[Acts where you are not a direct participant do not generate PDP. Daughter-daughter, daughter-follower, and follower-daughter interactions fall outside the scoring criteria.]
[There are exceptions — certain rare configurations unlock special scoring. None were met today.]
I mentally grunt. *Noted.*
I pull the girls closer and let the warmth of the moment settle — the smell of sex still hanging in the air, the tantalizing prospect of what es next humming under my skin.
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