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A Family Affair - The Trilogy, 2- Crime and Punishments
Art S Healing (address withheld)

***

It's time to punish this girl- and remember how she was 
threatened with extra punishments do to her bad 
language? (MFmbg, ped, inc, mast, oral, anal, bi, bd, 
ws)

***

Author note: Dear Reader, I feel it is very important to 
express my loathing of abuse in any form. It may be 
difficult for some to image, but for me, reading and 
writing these types of stories is purely for therapy. 
Odds are that I am not alone in that department. It's 
like taking medication or performing important mental 
health exercises; it desensitizes me to something 
horrible that happened to me. It helps me cope. 

Someone once pointed out to me that others also may use 
them to refute urges that may result in someone getting 
hurt- a release. No one (ESPECIALLY CHILDREN) must ever 
be traumatized by forcing or coercing them into doing 
something they do not wish to do or something in which 
they are not ready. These stories are symbolic to me and 
(writing) is a form of art, pure and simple. It is for 
expression, discovery and therapy. Some sexual stories I 
enjoy in a sexual way- while others, like the one below, 
it is not so much arousing, but relieving. I have found 
that the graphic sexual details are vital for it to be 
effective. I mostly put myself into the victim's 
character. 

It may be difficult for you to understand, but it works 
for me. The things in my stories are symbols. NO ONE 
GETS HURT IN THESE STORIES. NO CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN 
THE MAKING OF THIS STORY. If you find any form of real 
life abuse being performed on any children or anyone 
else, please help them immediately by any means 
necessary. If you wander into a child porn site, please 
report it to ASACP.com. 

If you have dangerous urges, please seek help from a 
physiatrist or a therapist as soon as possible. It will 
be kept confidential by law. If for some unimaginable 
reason you are not worried about destroying little 
helpless souls then at least worry about prison, how 
your family and friends will view you from then on, and 
being shunned for the rest of your life by virtually 
everyone. PLEASE, PLEASE NEVER HARM A CHILD! 

Sincerely, 
Art S Healing

***

PART 2

There my two brothers and I were lined in a row, naked 
and on our hands and knees. The shaggy carpet made it 
all go easier on my knees, but not on my ass and pussy. 
We had been getting spanking after spanking. Both my 
parents did it, but they only used their bare hands. The 
truth was that my cunny was as wet as it'd ever been and 
I kept looking over to see that my bothers' had tiny 
hard-ons, so I guess they were enjoying this as much as 
me. 

I had lost track of how many times my ass and pussy had 
been spanked, but I'll bet my pussy won the final blue 
ribbon for the amount of times it had gotten thwacked- 
at least after about halfway through the punishment 
session. At first it had been solely my ass, but as mom 
and daddy rotated between my brothers and me during the 
long punishment, it very gradually became more about 
striking my cunt than my ass. It wasn't painfully hard, 
though. I guess I was supposed to think that it was the 
first hit or two was an accident, but I knew it was 
intentional right off the bat. I got wetter with each 
strike, too. 

At first we had been made to lie down on our backs with 
our legs spread and drawn back and our ass ends slightly 
lifted from the carpet. My legs were folded like a frog 
lying on its back, and with some low swings, we got 
spanked that way for a while. My pussy first got hit 
only as few times when I was in that position, but by 
the time they ordered us into doggy style, my pussy got 
the brunt of it almost every hit. I kept expecting mom 
or dad to say something about how wet my pussy was, but 
they never did. I was so horny and ready to get fucked 
again- right then and there. 

That's when I heard them coming. Mommy had already 
mentioned to my dad that he should let the dogs in to 
eat. They were inside-outside dogs, mostly outside, but 
often my parents would feed them in the kitchen. They 
must have already gobbled down their meal and were now 
traipsing into the living room where we were. We were 
still in doggy style at this point with wide grins and 
horny loins.

That's when "fate" took over. See, daddy believed 
strongly in fate and would often make decisions based on 
it. That's how we ended up moving to begin with. He 
loved leaving things up to fate. Like, should we get gas 
here or there- if we get caught at the next traffic 
light, we'll go here and if not then the other place. 
Or, if one of us kids wanted to go somewhere and another 
wanted to go someplace else, he would leave it up to 
fate by saying that whichever one of us would be ready 
first, it would be fates way of telling us where we 
should go. He definitely used that here, but I doubt he 
questioned the outcome of this "fate's choice". 

"Three mutts," he announced, "will decide one of your 
fates. Whichever one the most dogs go to gets an 
extended punishment."

Naturally all three dogs went to straight to me and 
immediately started slobbering all over my prime pussy 
and asshole. Fate? Yeah right. I had the only exposed 
pussy in the room, wreaked of sex, and I was already in 
a primo position; in doggy-style, with my knees spread 
out nearly as wide as I could get them- and I'm pretty 
flexible. Who else would they go to? If only there were 
more gay dogs.

As they all lapped me, mom said, "Well, I did say she 
was going to get an extra punishment for her language 
down in the basement."

"The fates never lie," replied dad.

Neither did pleasure. We didn't get the dogs until we 
moved. I was still just barely ten years old at this 
time, so we hadn't been there very long at all. I never 
had any dogs before we moved, let alone three pussy-
horny ones, so this was a completely new feeling. And 
what a feeling it was. Three broad, course tongues 
passively fighting over which one gets a quick slurp of 
my young cunt juices. It was kind of flattering really. 
Wave after wave of raspy, drooling tongues drenching my 
tiny fuck-hole, clit and puckering rectum, and my 
emotions were soon controlling me. I was helpless as the 
new feelings which ravaged through my skinny preteen 
body, and I surrendered completely to the sensation. 
Drawing my head back and gasping for air, I heard my 
parents tell the boys that they could stand now, but to 
just stand there until my extra punishment was over. By 
this time I was panting almost as much as the dogs. I 
don't think they were rolling their eyes as much as me 
though.

Daddy, still wearing his wide open robe with his cock 
pointing out, dropped to one knee and knelt down near my 
head, his prick bobbing right in my face as if taunting 
me. "Honey, we may have a problem," he said to mom. 
"This little slut likes it I think. Let me take a closer 
look, here," and he nudged closer so that his prick was 
actually touching my lips. I couldn't resist opening my 
mouth and taking in his maleness, immediately bobbing my 
head like I had seen mommy do so many times. "See," he 
said. "This little slut can't get enough. She's sucking 
her own father's cock off first chance she got. This may 
be a problem."

"It certainly looks that way," replied mommy. "It's 
going to be hard to punish a whore."

Daddy grabbed me by a fistful of hair on the back of my 
head and jerked my face away from his prick with a wet, 
smacking sound. "You want some more of your daddy's 
cock, huh slut?" he asked me. I weakly nodded and opened 
my mouth, leaning my head back to his dick, still just 
out of reach. "You like sucking your daddy's prick, 
don't you?" Again I nodded with desperation. I was 
disappointed at being dislodged from it and wanted the 
comfort of having my mouth full again. It was like a 
pacifier to me and it somehow complimented the pleasure 
I was feeling in my lower half so well that I just had 
to get it back. He still held me teasingly at bay, just 
inches from his manhood as my tongue waggled around, 
seeking it like a divining rod. 

Then daddy sneered, "As soon as my hard on goes down, I 
should pee all over you, you god damned little fuck-
towel, but you'd probably like that too I suppose."

"I see what you mean, honey," said my mom. "I just don't 
know what to do with this cheap fuck-hole. I guess we 
just need to experiment to find out what she hates. That 
way we can find a suitable punishment." Daddy said, 
"Yeah," and released the back of my head, and my mouth 
quickly glided around his cock, locking into place like 
a magnet. I could just barely see my mommy at this time, 
but I saw her enough to notice her briefly motioning 
towards the dogs glistening, red boners working their 
way out of their furry sheaths. One of them was even 
hunching air. "It looks like the little whore teased the 
dogs just like she teased her brothers and you. Maybe 
she'd hate to get fucked by them. Her cunt will be so 
sore that she just may never fuck again."

"It's worth a try," said dad with me still blowing him 
off, "especially getting punished like that in front of 
her family. It may just work. Boys, come here and jerk 
off these dogs until they get to fuckin' your dirty 
little whore of a sister."

My two brothers toddled over to the excited dogs, 
grinning from ear to ear and their little peckers still 
posing out, stiff and unashamed. They didn't seem to 
know what they were doing until mommy showed them by 
jerking off two dogs at once. Then my brothers went to 
town on them. "Like this?" asked eight year old Billy as 
his dog was humping in his jerking fist. 

"Good job, honey, just like that," said mom proudly. My 
brothers were switching around from dog to dog, guided 
by mom and dad until one of the dogs had enough and 
mounted me from behind. I felt his slick cock poking 
around until it randomly found its way to my horny ten 
year old hole. The very second that it pried into me, he 
began pounding my twat like a rapist on crack. I cried 
out at the undeniable delight, which seemed to only 
drive the other dogs wild. Jerking hands could no longer 
contain any of them after that, and they milled around 
me, licking and poking their noses anywhere they could- 
no doubt waiting for their opportunity to mate with me 
as well. They failed with their attempts to mount my 
front half and were in a lustful frenzy with me- their 
new bitch in heat. Daddy got up, taking my stiff suck-
toy with him. My mouth made a popping sound as it slid 
off and I instantly tried to retrieve it. I felt like a 
fish greedily grasping at a bated hook. "What a fuck-
whore," he said while shaking his head. 

Some of the dogs were again trying to hump my front half 
with little success, although they seemed to be getting 
off somewhat when one of their big red cocks rubbed my 
face or shoulder. It all felt so naughty. What a 
punishment.

Feeling that big canine cock swelling inside me as it 
rapidly jack hammered my pussy, and being licked in 
assorted indiscriminate places, plus the dry humps was 
enough to send me to an immediate sexual high. My cunny 
canal was being rubbed so fast that it set off instant 
multiple orgasms. I made quite the show of it too; 
dropping my cheek flat to the carpet and stretching my 
arms out in front of me in complete surrender, 
whimpering out a steady, unashamed, "uh, uh, uh, uh, 
uh..." 

Soon my pussy had been worked into eruptions unlike I 
had ever felt before. Even as good as my daddy was he 
still couldn't match the speed and powerful thrusts of a 
dumb-ass dog. I could feel the swollen knot banging 
against my pussy mounds like a knock at the door, and it 
was getting bigger by the second. Although I had no idea 
what it was at the time- I did know it was adding to the 
pleasure recipe I was mixed up in. Finally the dog 
slowed to a stop and pulled out never having got his big 
bulge in me, making way for the next dog to treat me 
like his slut. When the second dog mounted me, my daddy 
spoke up. "Aw, here she goes again," he complained. "I 
don't think this is working. The slut likes it too much 
to be a punishment."

Then I heard my mom say, "Yes, but we can't stop it now. 
The other dogs are so horny. It just wouldn't be fair to 
them."

"True. It's not like we condone it, we just simply don't 
have a choice."

"Right," mom quickly agreed.

About the time mom said that, the second dog had found a 
hole to pound, yet it wasn't my abused cunt. The first 
cock to ever fuck me in the ass didn't belong to some 
random boyfriend, my brothers, or to my even father; it 
belonged to Connor, our half German Sheppard, half lab 
mix. My small asshole drew up as he penetrated and I 
squealed out. He didn't seem to notice the difference in 
the holes, or maybe he just didn't care. Neither did I. 
It gave my pussy a rest and it was another new sensation 
I could experience, so not only didn't I complain, I 
devoured the moment. "Fuuuck..." I bellowed, "He's 
fucking my goddamned ass... oh, oh, oh, fuck... fuck my 
asshole..." 

"Just listen to that language. She's getting a real 
potty mouth," said my mom as the dog continued to pound 
me. "We need to figure out some way to punish her 
besides this. Something the slut won't get off on."

Soon they had come up with a new one. Daddy had my 
brothers hold the only dog that had yet to fuck me in 
place as they ordered me to suck it off. I was still 
getting ass-banged as I sucked, and I loved it all. The 
slick dog prick tasted a bit like rust, but I didn't 
care. I just sucked him in my cock-starved mouth. 

"Is the whore really getting fucked in the ass?" asked 
my thirteen year old brother Jake.

"Lemme check," said mom as she reached under the furious 
fucking performance and drilled her finger in my twat. 
"Well, it's not where it's supposed to be, so I guess 
she is." Then without warning she finger-slammed me 
super fast, fucking my cunny nearly as rapidly as the 
damn dog was fucking my tight asshole, talking casually 
the whole time to my daddy. She was telling him some 
crap about coming up with more imaginative punishments 
for me or something like that. 

I was too busy to really pay attention. My eyes widened 
as our dog surprised me by shooting off loads of cum 
inside my mouth and down my throat. I greedily swallowed 
down what felt like gallons. The doggy cum was thinner 
and much more plentiful then my daddy and brothers. And 
it wasn't so much the taste as it was the taboo of what 
I was doing that really got me off. 

Everything was going great until that big knot of 
Connor's slipped up my asshole. Maybe my mom helped him 
do it, I don't know. I yelped and his strokes sped up 
yet somehow became shorter, harder thrusts and I thought 
I was going to split apart as the cock-ball swelled to 
an impossible size inside of me. After a time, he slowed 
to a stop and plopped off my front half, turning his 
furry body so we were locked ass-to-ass, yet mom 
continued to finger fuck me as she talked to dad about 
the importance of teaching me morals. I lost track of 
how many times I came, and at one point, the doggy cock 
slipped out of my mouth and began spraying my face. I 
couldn't believe how much a dog can cum. I tried to get 
it back in my mouth, but he trotted away. 

"You should pee on her now, daddy," giggled Billy.

"I can't with this hard on. The little slut teased me 
into throwing a bone."

"Well," said mom as she robotically wiggled her finger 
in my tight cunt, "You certainly can't be blamed for 
that. Why don't you make the bitch suck you until you 
cum? You'll be able to piss on the dog-whore after 
that."

"Good thinking," he replied, "unless the little 
cocksucker ends up liking it."

I just loved all of the new pet names for me. It was so 
naughty to use language like that and even naughtier to 
use them on me. That made it all the more fun. Anyway, 
that's just what happened. With Connor's big, red dog 
prick still up my asshole, and mom still finger fucking 
me, I gladly sucked off my daddy as soon as his prick 
came into reach. Soon my dad ordered me to do my 
brothers as well, since I had gotten them horny from all 
of my slutty antics. All stood or squatted near my face 
while I switch between them. Oh, if I only didn't 
misbehave so much. 

So I swallowed down all of their spunk (except for 
Billy, whom I didn't realize it at the time, but he was 
probably just young to cum) and when I was done, their 
softening cocks all pissed on me at the same time with 
dad conducting it all like a maestro. Three stinky 
yellow piss streams rained all over me (Billy peed with 
a semi-hard cock). I tried to pretend to just tolerate 
it, but it actually got me even hornier for some reason 
and I had to hide my enthusiasm. I was kind of hoping 
that the dogs would piss on me too, but they never did- 
not on that day, anyway. 

Talk about kinky. But that's okay, because some months 
later, I accidentally saw daddy secretly training them 
to piss on command. I had a hunch as to why at the time, 
and sure enough, even today dad makes them piss on me at 
least every other day or so, often after orgies. After I 
got used, he would make me lie down and say their names 
followed by, "piss". Daddy is a good trainer for more 
than just his daughter.

But on that day, it was the humans of the family that 
covered me in piss. My face, my head, my back, my ass- 
dad and my brothers really let me have it. Then dad 
(with little effort) coaxed my mom into squatting over 
my head, and made me turn my neck so that she got a 
bomb-drop view of the side my face. Then she pissed on 
me as well, calling me a slutty fuck-hole. It was then 
that I first noticed that all piss didn't taste exactly 
the same- don't ask me why. 

I don't know how long the dog and I were knotted 
together like that, but I can tell you one thing; I 
slept very well that night. I awoke to being fucked by 
Jake and later by daddy, but I almost slept through both 
of them. I could barely even open my eyes, and so I just 
relaxed and let them have their way. I awoke with dried 
cum in my cunt.

My "punishments" continued. 

The next day I got in trouble for some stupid thing I 
can't even remember now, and I was tied to the living 
room recliner naked and on my back. My mom and dad 
hoisted my legs apart so they were along the arms of the 
chair and tied them there with thin ropes. Porn was 
played throughout most of the day (not that my parents 
condoned it) and anyone who wanted to fuck me simply 
stepped right up and went to work. 

My daddy, my brothers- they even let the dogs in and 
they ate my pussy out endlessly. Because my hands were 
tied up too, I couldn't even masturbate and it drove me 
crazy. It takes me a lot longer to cum from getting 
eaten out than from getting fucked. God, it was great. I 
was also getting my mouth stuffed with cocks and got 
face fucked. Whether it was daddy or my brothers, I was 
sucking dicks like a whore. 

I was so exhausted when I awoke the next day that I 
slept in. When I went to get dressed, I couldn't find 
any panties, shorts, pants, dresses, skirts- nothing. 
They were all gone from the dresser drawer in my 
parents' room where we now slept. My parents had a 
gigantic bed that we all shared and every night since 
that first time, I would wake up in the AM hours to 
someone getting fucked- usually me. Then we'd all just 
go back to sleep.

Anyway, I slept naked the night before, so with no 
bottoms of any kind I knew I was in trouble. Well, fun 
trouble, anyway. I did have a few shirts still there 
though, so I thought I'd play along with it. I could 
have gotten a long shirt, but instead I got the shortest 
one I could find- one I had outgrown long ago but had 
never been thrown out. I walked into the living room 
where everyone sat with only a tight, thin yellow tee-
shirt that didn't even come down to my bellybutton. It 
really showed off my little frame right down to my 
visibly popping nipples. 

"Mommy, I can't find any bottoms," I complained. When my 
brothers started snickering while they looked at each 
other, I figured they were the ones who had hidden them 
all. The boys were lounging on the couch in just their 
underwear, while my mom and dad shared the recliner. 

They were wearing only loosely fastened robes. Dad 
looked at me and said, "Damn girl. I got to admit, every 
time I see that pussy of yours..." he trailed off. Mom 
dropped her eyebrows at me. "Oh nice job, I can feel 
your daddy getting hard already. Now you apologize for 
being such a teasing little slut this very instant, 
young lady."

"I'm sorry I'm such a little slut, daddy," I said 
playing along. That was the first time I ever called 
myself a slut and I was surprised to feel a dose of 
eroticism roll through me when I did. It actually made 
my little pussy tingle, although I didn't understand why 
and I didn't care either. I just enjoyed it. 

"Just look at this," continued my mother as she pulled 
open my daddy's robe and exposed his swelling prick. She 
grabbed it and waved it like it was a magic wand she was 
using on me, "Look what you did."

"I didn't mean to."

"Well, you did. Now come over here right now, you dirty 
little girl."

It almost felt like my pussy gave me a secret victorious 
smile. When I was right up on them, she told me I had to 
give my daddy some relief since I got him in this 
predicament to begin with. She made me drop to the floor 
on my knees with my ass poised in the air, and she 
grabbed the hair on the back of my head. "Open that 
little slutty mouth of yours," she demanded with a light 
slap to my cheek. When I did, she pushed my head down 
and before I knew what was happening, I was engulfing 
dad's dick in my mouth. 

She forced my head to bob up and down on it really fast. 
I nearly gagged, but within a few seconds, I was 
controlling my own bobbing, although she never did let 
go of my head. I sucked off my daddy, rolling my tongue 
around his cockhead as I did, sliding it wherever I 
thought it might feel good. I had seen mommy do it 
enough times so that I didn't have much trouble 
guessing. Daddy moaned, "Uh, uh yes, you little fucking 
cocksucker... get your daddy off, you preteen slut. You 
daddy fucker."

I guess Jake, my thirteen year old brother, was getting 
horny just watching. He whined, "Mom... my cock is 
getting hard too now."

Mom gave off an exacerbated sigh. "Now you've gotten you 
brother horny too. What am I going to do with you? 
Inconsiderate little..."

With my mouth still wrapped around my daddy's member, I 
muffled out an apology to Jake. 

"Well, sorry isn't going to keep him from getting blue 
balls, is it? Come on Jake, honey. Come fuck your sister 
and get some relief."

Now I was sucking off my dad while Jake mounted me from 
behind. He curled his arms around my midriff and fucked 
me like he was one of the dogs. His young teen cock 
worked its way into my cunny on its own from behind and 
he mindlessly humped away. 

Finally dad moaned out and shot off in my mouth. I 
swallowed every bit of it down. Jake still banged me for 
a few minutes before he finally shot off in my twat. I 
looked over at little Billy. "You want me to get you off 
too? I asked him politely. He nodded and I did my best 
to blow him to orgasm too, but he simply would not cum. 
As I said before, I didn't realize it at the time that 
he was probably just too young to blow his wad. But at 
that moment, it was simply another excuse for mom to 
punish me when I finally told her that my jaw was too 
sore to go on. 

So of course it was entirely my fault. I had a great day 
of punishments. I was made to get on my elbows and knees 
where I was tied over a tiny footstool so that my bottom 
half was aimed upwards, but my top half was touching the 
carpet, cheek down- arms outstretched. Then an old baton 
from my early childhood was fished out of my toy box and 
it was used to keep my knees apart. They tied it to my 
knees at both ends so my cunt 
 was irresistible to all male members of my family. 

There I stayed for the next few hours getting fucked by 
anyone who had a notion, with me apologizing for getting 
them horny throughout the day. For some reason I was 
really starting to enjoy that part of my playful 
punishments more and more. They would make me do 
something, or show some part of my body that would get 
someone horny, and then it was all my doing- my fault. 
Of course, no one really believed that, I'm sure. It was 
so obvious that I was constantly being set up. But it 
was also obvious that without me protesting or 
complaining about the clearly ridiculous things that I 
was getting blamed for, I was enjoying it too. 

Well, I guess my echoing screams of pleasure also helped 
to give it away. With orgasm after orgasm flooding my 
ten year old body at nearly all hours, how could I 
complain? Instead I would do what I did that day. I kept 
my pussy out and got fucked so much that I lost track. I 
also started learning how to lean into it and fuck back. 
As for the cherry on the cake of that day, I wasn't let 
loose until after the dogs were let in to eat- and fuck. 

Then one day, mom and I started reading porn stories and 
looking at pictures- just the two of us. It was bonding 
time for the girls of the family and the guys generally 
left us alone for it. When the rest of the family was 
around, she kept up the pretend-punishment thing, rarely 
neglecting to add in the part about how they didn't 
condone it but it was necessary for some odd reason. 

At some point during the story reading and picture 
gazing, mom noticed I would rub myself differently 
depending on what the stories and pictures were about. 
The stories about the girl feebly resisting a seducer 
were the ones that really got me going. The girl would 
let him do a few things until the man got out of 
control. He'd rough her up a bit and force it on her. 
The stories would usually describe the girl having a 
powerful and uncontrollable orgasm that blew her mind. 

This fascinated me. Is that really what happens during a 
rape? Maybe rape orgasms happen to some and not others, 
but when it did happen, was it that good? What about me? 
What would happen if I were fighting a good fuck? 

As these thoughts buzzed around in my young mind, I 
would picture what my mom was reading and at first I 
would start off masturbating slowly, fiddling with this, 
pinching or flicking that, but after a while I'd be 
ramming myself hard until I was shouting out in orgasm. 
Mom told me how she could tell what stories I liked 
best. I told her that I loved fucking everyone in the 
family, but me pretending to resist was something that I 
had never really done and I was curious. I thought about 
begging not to be punished instead of taking it like a 
trooper, but why would I realistically start to do that 
all of the sudden. "I guess it's too late now," I 
claimed. But she said she could help.

"You know," she said, "you have a cousin you've never 
met on your father's side of the family who's about 
fifteen. His name is Jeremy. I could call up your uncle 
and see if they can come down for a visit. Then you 
could play the resist game."

"Really," I said. "How do you know he'd go for it?"

"You haven't seen your father's brother since you were a 
toddler, so you don't remember him. My family may be 
straight arrows, but don't worry about your daddy's side 
of the family. Perverted genes run strong there. I 
caught your Uncle Mike eating your pussy last time he 
saw you. You were right around two years old at the 
time."

"Really? What'd you do?"

"What do you think I did? I let him finish, of course. 
He had offered to change your diaper, and I left the 
room for something. When I came back, he was going to 
town. I waited for him to finish eating you out and jerk 
off on your face. It's not like it was his fault. A man 
sees a pussy and he eats it or fucks it- or both. It's 
only natural. So when they come down, do you want any 
limits?"

"Limits?"

"Yeah, like something has gone too far and you want it 
to stop."

I didn't really consider what I was agreeing with, I 
just said, "No, nothing should stop it," I said.

"Nothing, are you sure? No matter what? What if he wants 
to get really rough? I'm warning you, the perverts on 
your father's side of the family are really into rough 
fucking. It's not like he'd kill you or something, but 
one time your father insisted that I fuck two of his 
brothers at the same time because I got them so horny 
when they looked at me, and they were really hardcore."

In my inexperienced mind, I figured that the forceful 
daddy and the doggy fucks I had been getting were about 
as rough as it could get- well, maybe a little rougher. 
It was nothing I couldn't handle though. I just wanted 
to play the resist-him-game at about that level of 
vigor. Besides, how many other candidates did I have? It 
just wouldn't seem real enough playing that game with my 
daddy or brothers because I had already been more than 
willing to fuck them so many times before. It just 
wouldn't work.

"I'm positive," I said with absolute certainty. "Don't 
stop it no matter what happens. Whatever I say will just 
be a part of the 'no' game. Promise you won't stop it?" 
I said.

"Okay, if you're sure, then I'll promise," swore mom. 
"They've been living at a nudist colony for some time 
now. I'll set it all up for you, slut. I'll mention to 
them that you need some practice dating and they have 
free run with you."

"How old did you say my cousin is?" I asked.

"Fifteen, I think."

That was plenty old enough for a good fucking. I smiled 
when I thought that his cock was probably somewhere in 
between the size of my big brother and my daddy. It may 
be the perfect size. 

"You just be ready to resist," said mom. "I'll have them 
driving here from four states away for this sweet stuff 
in a heartbeat," then she latched onto my cunny, wormed 
her finger deep inside and wiggled it around.

After a moan of surprise and pleasure, I giggled and 
spread my legs. I couldn't wait.  

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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