After such a long and desperate dry spell that felt as though it lasted a decade rather than a few months, Cleo Sonette, and Lilith were all so horned up that no amount of cumming could fully sate their inner slut. Sexual arousal, as a matter of course, had a way of steeping the brain and twisting normal thoughts. To put it shortly: It sometimes turns some people into total sluts who exist in that moment for pleasure and release. The thre Loud girls were no different. In fact, for that whole first weekend, they were creatures of concopisence.
For one thing, the spent the entire weekend either naked, dressed in their slutty slave dresses, or in their underwear. Sonette typically wore panties and no bra, her perky little tits jutting out before her like a diving rod seeking out cock instead of water. A few times she would go up to her father and press her butt against his crtoch. She loved it when he grabbed her by the arms, bent her over, and pushed her panties to the side. Cleo tended tended to stay entirely naked, strutting around with her butt stuck out and wiggling to entice Dad. At any given moment, you could walk into the living room and find her sitting on his lap, his pants around his ankles and his dick buried deep inside her folds. She would sit on his long, and then they would hold that position as they cuddled and watched TV. Soon, however, she would start to slide herself along his cock, needing friction and release.
Lilith, for her part…well, she was kind of shy. Strange, as her father had seen her naked before, but something about walking around entirely nude or in skimpy underwear just didn't sit entirely right with her. Instead, she wore a dress or T-shirt so short that it barely covered her smooth, rounded ass. If she lifted her arms, it would raise and bare everything she had for all the world to see. It was only later that she realized she kind of had a kink for that sort of thing. She wasn't really naked, but she was most of the way there, and all Dad had to do was lift her shirt up a little and bend her over. Was there a name for a fetish for being mostly naked but not really? She didn't know but she didn't think there was. Maybe. After all, she wasn't an expert on that topic.
Lilith had been waiting for this moment for so long that she could hardly keep her hands off of Dad. One night, she even stood up in the living room with her shirt on and her knees pressed together and rubbed herself for his pleasure. Blushing furiously and panting all crazy like, looking directly at him through slitted eyes, she came so hard that her knees buckled and she almost collapsed to the floor. Mom, Dad, Cleo, and Sonette sat together on the couch, Cleo and Sonette's hands each resting on one of Dad's inner thighs. All of them seemed to be turned on by Lilith's performance, and shortly thereafter, Dad stood, picked her up, and pressed her to the wall. She gladly threw her legs around his hips, and pinning her in place with his weight, he fucked her right there, drilling her so hard that her butt cheeks left a mark on the white plaster behind her.
During dinner, the girls usually dressed up a little, sometimes going so far as to put on make up and to wear their slave outfits or 're supposed to dress fancy for dinner, and for Lilith and her sisters, this was the height of fancy. Anything that was sexy and made their father want them was fancy.
The three of them took turns blowing their father under the table while the others ate. Lilith always volunteered to be first, but Sonette and Cleo always fought her on it. "I want to be first," Lilith whined one night.
"You went first yesterday," Mom said admonishingly. "Let someone else have a turn."
Pouting like an angry little girl, Lilith crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Cleo as she smiled and slipped beneath the table. Lilith had to go last that day and actually kind of liked it since she could taste her sisters' saliva mixed with Dad's cum.
During those sexy dinners, none of the girls ate very much, as Dad's cum was filling and nourishing enough.
Another thing the girls had fun with was exploring each other's bodies. Mom and Dad would snuggle up on the couch and watch as Cleo and Sonnete or Lilith and Sonette made out for their entertainment like a live sex show, the kind you could once upon a time see in New York City, when New York City was dirty and sleazy, and not the tourist Mecca it is today. These little peep shows usually started with some combination of the girls - or even all of them - dancing seductively for Dad, and ended with them lezzing out.
They slipped their hands down each other's panties and rubbed one another's pussies and they tongue kissed. They grazed their stiff nipples together and sucked each other's bottom lips. Nothing compared to Dad, but all three girls found that they enjoyed a little lesbian action now and then. And why not? It was a nice little change of pace. Hey, meat is great and all, but sometimes, a girl really just wants her veggies.
Dad stayed home as much as possible so that he didn't miss the chance to spend any time with his little girls, but a man has to leave the house sometimes. Every time he did, he came through the door to find his three horny daughters, typically totally undressed for the occasion, kneeling bu the door, waiting for him the way three lonely puppy dogs might wait for their beloved master to return. When he entered, they would lean forward and press their foreheads to the floor in a deep and reverent bow of greeting. A few times, he couldn't even make it into the living room proper before they were pawing at his crotch and trying to suck his dick. Lincoln loved how thirsty his little daughters were and they loved being thirsty for him.
One morning, they woke him up with breakfast in bed and a blowjob. Lilith and Cleo sucked, licked, and gobbled his dick while Sonette sat on his face, head thrown back and body shaking as he licked her. She pinched her nipples and let out an airy, almost soundless moan. Lincoln's tongue squirmed faster between her folds and her eyes rolled back into her head as she gave a mighty buck and came, her hot girl juice drenching her father's face.
They switched places, with Lilith cawling onto her father and giving Dad a big, sloppy tongue kiss, relishing the taste of her sister's juices on his lips. She lifted her shirt and sat on his face as well, and it didn't take very long before she came. Next, Cleo rode his cock in reverse cowgirl, facing away from him and bracing her hands on his knees. Maggie took the opprotunity to film as much of these sexcapades as she possibly could. She wanted to preserve every precious memory of this amazing week, as it was sure to be the most important and memorable in her daughters' took pictures, recorded videos, and even saved some of the souvenirs from their little girls' play, such as Lilith's cum stained panties and a mix of Cleo and Lincoln's juices saved in a jar. Maggie was very into watching Lincoln fuck her daughters…and into watching her daughters fuck each other.
While the girls were the ones who initiated most of their sexual encounters with their father, they were ready and willing to do whatever daddy wanted whenever he wanted to do it. One time Lilith was taking a shower when Dad stepped in with a raging erection. She gratefully allowed him to press her against the slick shower wall and fuck her from behind. Another time, Cleo was engrossed in a movie when Dad came into the living room. She got on her hands and knees on the couch and Dad fucked her from behind. She continued watching her movie but eventually stopped because Dad's lovin' felt so good. Fuck that movie.
It didn't matter where or when. For the time that Dad was here, they were all three his eager slaves, doing whatever he wanted them to do. There would be plenty of time for things like movies and hanging out with friends later on. But for right now, Dad was all that mattered. They didn't get to have him around nearly as much as they wanted to, so they all intended to enjoy him to the fullest while they had the chance.
On Saturday night, they all gathered at the table for dinner. Dad ordered a pizza, breadsticks, and chicken wings from Pissy's, the best local pizza joint in town. It was delivered by some guy Cleo knew from school, and when he saw her strut past in just a pair of panties, breasts free, his jaw dropped. Cleo didn't care that he saw her. She liked being desired by men…just so long as they didn't try to replace her daddy. "Here you go, son," Dad said and handed him the money. He glanced over his shoulder, saw what the boy was gaping at, and grinned. "That's your tip."
The boy snapped his mouth closed. "Yes, sir," he said enthusiastically.
Lincoln closed the door and carried the food into the dining room, where he sat it on the table, where all three girls were waiting. Haiku and Cleo sat at the table, Cleo in just her underwear and Haiku in a sheer black nightie that clung tightly to her sizable bosom. Lilith and Sonette were on the floor, both on their knees and looking up at Lincoln with big, needy eyes. "Are my good girls hungry?" Lincoln asked in a babyish babble.
Both girls stuck out their tongues, panted like dogs, and bobbed their heads up and down. Lincoln opened the pizza box, took out two pieces of pizza, and slapped them on two separate plates. He sat them on the floor, and both girls looked up at him with those big, needful puppy dog eyes. "What?" he asked. "You don't like pizza? I thought you loved pizza."
Lilith whined in the back of her throat and Lincoln understood. They wanted a little appetizer.
Or…a big appetizer.
On their hands and knees, butts wiggling happily like wagging tails, both girls disappeared under the table. They each took up a position on either side side of him. Lilith unzipped his jeans and Sonette helped her pull them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. Sonette wrapped her hand around Lincoln's shaft and Lilith leaned in to curl her tongue around his head, his salty essence leaking into her mouth and coating her tongue. Sonette stroked her hand up and down his cock while Lilith pressed her lips to his tip. Lincoln reached underneath the table, threaded his fingers through her hair, and guided her head up and down, deeply penetrating her mouth and touching the back of her throat. Lilith gagged a little and for a terrible moment, she thought she was going to puke. She pulled back, and Sonette nudged her out of the way. "Let me show you how it's done."
Seething with jealousy and more than a little shame, Lilith watched as Sonette's head bobbed up and down on their father's cock. She sucked him with great gusto, making muffled sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat as she gobbled him like a Thanksgiving dinner. Ribbons of drool mixed with precum oozed down her chin and dribbled onto the floor and Lilith realized that Sonette's hand was between her own thighs, furiously rubbing her clit as she worked on Dad. "Okay, okay," Lilith snapped, "you've had your turn. Let me do it."
She pushed Sonette out of the way. Grabbed Dad's dick, and took it deep into her mouth. Once again, he touched the back of her throat, and she winced. This time, however, she suppressed her gag reflex. Sonnette kissed and licked the side of his dick while Lilith sucked the head. Lincoln threw his head back and gripped the table in clawed hands as he enjoyed his daughters' ministrations. When he was almost finished, he pulled out of Lilith's mouth and let loose, splattering both girls' faces with ribbons of cum. It sluiced down their chins and cheeks and dripped onto their breasts. They licked their lips, tasting him, and they kissed, swapping spit and semen back and forth.
When they were finished, they crawled out from under the table and ate their pizza like two dogs chowing down on kibble. Later on, Haiku took Sonette's place on pet duty. See, before Lincoln arrived, one of the many preparations the girls had undertaken to make ready for him was to buy two large cages and to install them in the basement. They were roughly four feet high by about five feet wide, just big enough for one girl apiece to fit with something approaching comfort. Haiku and her girls were really big on pet play and every night, two of the girls would sleep in the bed with Lincoln while the other two were on "pet duty" curled up and sleeping in the cages with a food bowl and a water dish nearby to keep them full and hydrated throughout the night. Yesterday was Cleo and Sonette's turn to be the pets while Haiku and Lilith slept with Lincoln. Haiku was supposed to take over for her earlier but she begged and pleaded to be a pet until after dinner. Of all the girls, she liked pet play the most.
Except for Haiku, of course, At one point, she and her best friend Lucy served as Lincoln's pets every night for weeks and months in a row. Pet play was originally Lucy's thing, something she discovered in one of those cringy Vampires and Melencholia fan fics she used to read all the time. Haiku didn't care for it especially, though she really liked the degradation aspect of it. She loved being dominated and humiliated. Also objectified. She was a modern woman who demanded respect and equality everywhere…except in the bedroom. The kids might call her a "tradwife" because she let Lincoln take charge. The real tradwives would call her a fucking denergerate. She was a little of both but fully neither.
After dinner, Cleo and Sonette washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen in the nude while Lincoln hooked Lilith and Haiku onto leashes and led them down the basement stairs. The basement was a wide space with a dusty concrete floor and rough stone walls illuminated by an obnoxiously bright, white overhead light. The cages were set up by the hot water heater. Before Lincoln put them in for the night, Lincoln unchained them and they crawled around him in a circle, Lilith going one way and Haiku the other. They both panted and let their tongues flop as they went around and around. Lincoln grinned, got down on one knee, and stroked his fingers through Lilith's hair. "You're a good girl," he said.
Beaming with pride, Lilith stretched out on her back and presented her belly. Lincoln dropped down to one knee and laid his hand on her stomach, the warmth and roughness of his masculine touch sending quakes and ripples through her body. He grazed his nails over her skin and she panted. "That's a good girl," he said in a babish voice that you would use with a pet. He stroked his hand lower and lower until he was massaging her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her foot tapped against the ground. Lincoln slipped two fingers into her, spreading her walls, and she panted even louder.
Rolling her onto her stomach, he pulled down his pants and fucked her in the ass, holding onto her freckled butt cheeks and slammed into her so hard that she jerked forward. Her tongue wagged fand one eye rolled up to the ceiling. Being fucked in the ass kind of hurt, but also felt really good as well. She was really hoping that he would fuck her from behind like the dog she was but instead, he pulled out and let Mom suck his dick clean before rutting her with great fury and passion. When he finished, he pulled out and shot his load onto her lower back and her rounded butt. He looked at Lilith, and Lilith knew in that moment exactly what he wanted her to do. Crawling over, she got on her hands and knees behind her mother and lapped his cum off of her skin like a dog drinking water from a bowl on a hot day. It was salty and good on her tongue, and when she swallowed it, it hit her belly like a bomb blast and spread warmth through her the way a shot of whiskey might.
Lincoln played with both of them for a while, throwing a ball and having them fetch it, chasing them around, and doing other doggish activities. When he was done, he lead them into their cages and locked them inside. He plugged a nightlight into an outlet and turned off the overhead light.
Lilith stretched out on the bare mattress on the floor of her cage and thought back to being fucked in the ass by Dad. She came a little but she wished she had cum more. Dipping her hand between her thighs, she began to lazily rub her clit, pangs and tendrils of sensation spreading through her body. She spread her legs in an M, dug her heels into the mattress, and added her other hand. With one, she rubbed her clit. With the other, she fingered herself.
"I see you are happy," Mom said. "I guess you are really enjoying this aren't you?"
"Fuck YES mom, specially with tomorrow's special event." She stopped and looked at her mother. "You know I didn't think I would be able to ever pull this of specially what we will do tomorrow, thanks for helping me on this mom and my sisters and aunts too."
Mom smiled: "Yeah, Honestly I was surprise when you told me about that one… It was unusual and really extreme, not to mention complex and difficult to even try to do. But yeah your aunts Lucy and Luan help a lot on that, you really ought to thank them"
Lilith nodded. "I will mom I will"
She laid back on the mattress, closed her eyes, and called up a vision of Dad's face. She started to rub herself again. "And I think the video we will be making tomorrow will be a good thank you"
"Oh I bet it will" Mom said. She laid back on her own mattress and began to masturbate like her daughter. "You know I was never into BDSM like your aunts Lucy and Lynn were so I was unsure of this but after hearing how you were so excited, how detailed you were, the planning we did and all we have done with your father so far, now I can't wait."
"Me neither," Lilith said.
After that, mother and daughter lapsed into silence and masturbated together, both of them reaching orgasm at the percise same moment, their mutural cries of passion echoing through the basement.
The next morning, Lincoln came in just after 6 to wake Lilith and Haiku up and to let them out of their cages. He gave both girls a kiss and sent them on their way. Today was the big day, the one that Lilith had been looking forward to for what felt like years. Bursting with energy, she raced up the basement stairs, through the living toom, and up the stairs to the second floor.
Meanwhile, Cleo, in the adjacent room, was awakened by the sound of Lilith's stirring. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the soft morning light that bathed her room. Cleo sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, already feeling the rush of anticipation building inside her. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and eagerly hopped to her feet, ready to start the day.
Across the hallway, Sonette's eyes fluttered open, and she greeted the day with a smile. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, which displayed the early hour, and her excitement surged. She loved the stillness of the morning, the promise it held for the adventures that lay ahead. Sonette pushed herself upright, her feet touching the carpeted floor, and she took a moment to gather her thoughts before stepping out into the hallway.
As they made their way to the bathroom, their excitement was palpable. Lilith, with her vibrant energy, arrived first, a spring in her step. She turned on the faucet, splashed her face with cool water, and gently patted it dry with a towel. With her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes sparkling, she moved to the side to make room for the next girl.
Cleo, eager to get ready, entered the bathroom next. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and grinned. Cleo ran a comb through her hair, gently untangling any knots. She hummed a tune under her breath, a melody that matched the rhythm of her excitement. Once her hair was neatly in place, she washed her hands and moved aside to let Sonette have her turn.
Sonette, calm and collected, stepped into the bathroom last. She took a moment to admire the soft morning light filtering through the frosted window, casting a gentle glow on the room. Sonette brushed her teeth with meticulous care, savoring the minty freshness that enveloped her mouth. After rinsing and drying her hands, she stepped back, giving Lilith and Cleo space to finish their preparations.
With the bathroom routines complete, they retreated to their respective bedrooms to get dressed for the big day. Lilith, known for her bold fashion choices, rifled through her closet, deliberating on the perfect outfit. She settled on a vibrant dress that reflected her vibrant personality. The colors seemed to dance, mirroring the excitement that filled her heart.
In her room, Cleo pulled out a pair of jeans that fit her just right. She paired them with a comfortable yet stylish blouse that spoke to her personal flair. Cleo carefully chose accessories, adding a touch of sparkle with a delicate necklace and a few rings. Her reflection in the mirror beamed back at her, a reflection of the joy that filled her soul.
Across the hallway, Sonette opened her wardrobe and selected a timeless ensemble that exuded elegance. She opted for a flowing skirt that swirled around her legs as she moved. Sonette chose a tasteful blouse that perfectly complemented her attire. She fastened a dainty bracelet around her wrist, the final touch that completed her ensemble.
As they finished getting dressed, their excitement reached its peak. They gathered in the living room, where the air was filled with a buzz of anticipation. Their eyes met, and a shared grin spread across their faces. They couldn't contain their enthusiasm any longer.
With their spirits high, Lilith, Cleo, and Sonette descended the stairs, their footsteps echoing through the quiet house. They reached the main floor and made their way to the inviting dining room, drawn by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the promise of a delightful morning meal.
Taking their seats around the table, the girls exchanged excited glances, their anticipation bubbling over. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the scene. Bowls filled with their favorite cereals awaited them, accompanied by chilled milk and an array of colorful fruits.
Lilith, unable to contain her enthusiasm, grabbed a vibrant bowl and poured in her favorite cereal, the crunching sound filling the room. She carefully added a splash of milk and adorned her creation with a handful of freshly sliced strawberries, adding a burst of fruity goodness.
Cleo, her eyes shining with anticipation, selected a bowl and filled it with her preferred cereal, relishing the gentle clinking sound it made against the porcelain. She poured just the right amount of milk, watching it swirl around the flakes, creating a delightful combination. With a sprinkle of blueberries on top, her bowl transformed into a work of art.
Sonette, known for her refined tastes, gracefully chose a bowl and filled it with her chosen cereal, appreciating the gentle texture as it cascaded into the dish. She poured the milk with precision, ensuring it enveloped each flake with care. Sonette delicately arranged slices of ripe banana on top, adding a touch of elegance to her morning meal.
As they sat together, their cereal bowls before them, the room filled with laughter and animated conversation. Spoonfuls of cereal were savored, accompanied by sips of coffee and occasional bursts of excitement for the day ahead. They shared stories, dreams, and aspirations, each bite fueling their enthusiasm and strengthening their bond.
In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of family and the shared anticipation of the upcoming event, Lilith, Cleo, and Sonette felt an unbreakable connection. They knew that the day held endless possibilities, and together, they were ready to embrace every single one of them.
As they ate, Lincoln came in, and they all giggled and whispered amongst themselves about how good he looked and how much they wanted to jump his bones. LOL that was Cleo's saying. Lilith had, surprisingly, never heard it before Cleo casually used it in conversation. Lilith liked it because it was really silly and just a little macabre.
Kind of like her.
After a satisfying breakfast, Lilith, Cleo, and Sonette eagerly gathered their belongings and headed towards the front door, ready for the adventure that awaited them. As they stepped outside, the morning sunlight embraced them, casting a golden hue over the landscape.
Waiting in the driveway was their mother Haiku's minivan, a reliable vehicle that had faithfully transported them on countless journeys. Lilith's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment as she looked at the familiar minivan, its practicality contrasting with her mother's gothic reputation. She had hoped for something more unconventional, more in line with her own rebellious spirit. Nevertheless, she knew it was the means to reach their destination, so she pushed aside her thoughts and climbed into the van.
As they settled into their seats, Lilith couldn't contain her excitement for the special event they were about to embark on. Her body trembled with anticipation, her enthusiasm radiating from her like a small, vibrant dog wagging its tail. She couldn't wait to immerse herself in the atmosphere of the event and create unforgettable memories.
With a turn of the ignition key, the minivan roared to life, the engine humming contentedly. Lilith's mother, Haiku, expertly maneuvered the vehicle out of the driveway, her hands steady on the steering wheel. The minivan rolled smoothly onto the shaded residential street, the tall trees forming a verdant canopy overhead.
Lilith's gaze fixated on the passing scenery outside the window, her fond smile reflecting the happiness bubbling inside her. The shaded street was lined with neatly trimmed lawns and houses adorned with colorful flowers. The serenity of the neighborhood provided a tranquil backdrop to the excitement coursing through her veins.
As the van glided along, Lilith's eyes wandered, taking in the sights. She noticed children playing in front yards, their laughter filling the air. Occasionally, a neighbor walking their dog would wave at the passing vehicle, acknowledging their shared presence in the community. The rhythmic swaying of the van and the gentle hum of the engine created a soothing melody that embraced Lilith's thoughts.
Her gaze shifted towards the treetops, where sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the road below. Shadows danced on the pavement, like playful spirits performing an intricate ballet. The passing houses, each with its unique charm, held stories of their own, whispered secrets and cherished memories concealed behind closed doors.
Lilith's mind, though abuzz with anticipation, drifted into a state of quiet introspection. Her smile deepened, capturing a sense of contentment as she absorbed the familiar surroundings. In that moment, she felt a profound connection to the community she called home, appreciating the ordinary beauty that often went unnoticed.
The minivan continued its journey down the shaded street, the atmosphere inside filled with an air of anticipation. Lilith's fond smile remained, a reflection of her gratitude for the experiences that awaited her. She knew that today would be a day to remember, and as the van ventured farther from home, she embraced the unknown with open arms, ready to weave her own unique story into the tapestry of life.
Shortly, Mom navigated the van through downtown Royal Woods and into the industrial section on the banks of the Royal River. There was a rundown warehouse in an overgrown lot. To get there, you had to go down a long dirt road surrounded by forest. You could not see it from the road and no one would bother them there.; Lucy had picked it out. It was abandoned and had been for years. She and Haiku used to come here as kids to explore and ghost hunt. Lucy swore up and down that the place was haunted and that she could see and communicate with them. Haiku thought that was a lot of shit but that was Lucy for you.
She pulled the van into the rutted and cracking parking lot fronting the building and killed the engine. The girls all leaned excitedly forward in their seats. "Here we are," Haiku said.
They piled out of the van and stood in the parking lot for a moment, craning their necks to look up at the building. The big front windows were broken in places and ratty vines crept across the building's brooding facade. Trash and debris littered the parking lot: An overturned steel drum here, a splintered and weather grayed wooden pallet there. Haiku led the girls through a side door and down a darkened hallway caked with dust. Rats thumped in the walls and the smell of mold and decay pinched Lilith's nose.
At the end of the hall stood another door. Lucy was waiting outside of it and greeted everyone in that sedate, understated way of hers. "Thank you so much for yours and Luan's help," Lilith said. "Without you guys, this part of my fantasy could never come true."
Lucy smiled. "No problem, kid. Anything for my favorite niece."
Cleo and Sonette both cleared their throats.
"My favorite nieces," Lucy corrected.
Lucy opened the door and led them into a wide, clean, and brightly lit room. Once upon a time this must have been where all of the warehouse's inventory - whatever inventory it dealt in - had been stored, because it was massive. All of the shelves and whatnot had long since been taken away, and the room seemed to stretch into forever. It had also been recently cleaned, as Lilith could detect the faint oder of what she took to be disinfectant. Maybe it was something else, though. She wasn't sure.
There, in the center, stood an unexpected sight - a majestic chariot, adorned with intricate carvings and draped in rich fabrics. It was Luan who had provided this unexpected treasure, a testament to her creative endeavors as the director of a local theater.
Lincoln, aware of the gravity of their upcoming endeavor, turned to his daughters, a mix of concern and determination etched on his face. He cleared his throat, his voice carrying a touch of apprehension.
"Okay, girls," he began, his words punctuated by a pause. "I know we're already here, but I just need to ask... Are you all sure about this?"
His gaze swept across each sibling, searching for any signs of hesitation. The weight of what they were about to undertake loomed heavily in the air. Lincoln wanted to ensure that they were fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead.
One by one, his sisters nodded with unwavering conviction. They exchanged glances filled with determination and unity. They had faced countless trials together, and this was no exception. Their trust in Lincoln and their unbreakable bond pushed them forward.
With a deep breath, Lincoln nodded back at them, a mixture of gratitude and reassurance in his eyes.
"Alright then," he said, his voice steadying. "You now is going to be really REALLY harsh and I would have to say some really offensive, ugly and degrading things to you all."
All three girls nodded egarly. They were ready and willing for whatever their father had to throw at them. They wanted this very badly and were prepared to withstand anything. In fact, there was nothing sexier to them than a little dirty was also okay because they knew that Lincoln loved them. Whatever happened here was just part and parcel of extreme sex play. They all understood this and were more than happy to engage in it. It wasn't real, just a humiliation fetish. They could stand that. In fact, they wanted to stand it.
Haiku smiled at the man she so deeply loved. "Oh dear you are so sweat worrying about us, but believe me after all we did this past days the girls and I are really looking forward to this"
Sonnete nodded. "Yes dad, we were hesitant at the beginning, when Lilith told us all her depraved fantasies true but after all we have done I really want to do this."
Cleo agreed. "Same here dad, go all on don't contain yourself."
Lilith: "Yes father please you have no idea how much I want to do this."
Lincoln nodded apprecatively. He admired Lilith not only for her dedication but also for knowing what she wanted. That was impressive in a girl her age. Not many girls her age did know what they wanted, but not Lilith. She had a vision and she had put a lot of time and effort into turning it into reality. Lincoln loved how creative and determined she was and was extremely proud of her. She could accolmplish anything that she set her mind to and he was really looking forward to seeing where life eventually took her.
For right now, however, the games were about to begin. He looked at Lucy and nodded. Lucy went over to the sidelines and took up position behind a professional tier camera the likes of which likely filmed your favorite cliche-ladden sitcom. Lilith, Sonette, Cleo, and Haiku walked over to the chariot and stripped completely naked. Lilith pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Underneath, her pale, creamy body was naked, her breasts perky and the dank slit between her legs barely visible betwix her thighs. Once they were all nude, Lucy came over carrying a bag, and from it, she pulled four pairs of handcuffs. She cuffed each girl's hands behind their backs and then helped Lincoln tie them to the chariot using a type of harness featuring leather straps that tied around their stomachs. Stepping back, Lucy crossed her arms and Lincoln put his hands on his hips, both admiring the bound bevy of naked women before them. "They look like a team of oxen," Lucy deadpanned.
"That's what they are," Lincoln said. "A bunch of animals."
Lilith tingled at Dad's very mild insult. It wasn't much but he managed to inject his words with such disdain that she felt the sting of humiliation already. Her pussy dampened slightly and she pressed her thighs together. Being here, stripped naked and trussed up like an animal, was the most exciting thing Lilith had ever done. Her only regret was that there weren't stands full of people packed in to watch. That would really be humiliating. All of her friends and people from town seeing her like this and knowing that she was a nasty little slut who fucked her father.
Oh, boy, that was very arousing.
She couldn't do that, however, since Dad might get in trouble, so this would have to suffice. Not that she was complaining. She had total and one hundred percent faith in her father that he would make this as degrading as humanly possible. He was such a sweet, kind, and caring man, yet he could be such an evil genius when it came to things like this. She didn't know how he could be so amazing, so considerate, so wonderful, yet so awful at the same time. When it came to him, there was definitely more than met the eye and that made him deep, complex, and interesting, and there was nothing sexier than a man who was deep, complex, and interesting. Oh, and mysterious. Girls love all of those things. You don't even have to be very handsome if you tick those boxes.
Lilith loved a lof of things about her father, but his ability to be both kind and cruel in equal measure was one of her favorites of his traits.
Lincoln and Lucy nodded to each other, and Lucy went back to the camera. Lincoln unbottoned his shirt and pulled it off to reveal his ripped, rippling chest. Lilith, Cleo, Sonette, and Haiku all swooned a little at how muscular and handsome he was. Grinning fondly at their reaction, Lincoln unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His massive erection swung out like the sail of a ship, and Lilith instantly dampened. There was no more beautiful sight in the world than her father's penis.
As naked now as they were, Lincoln walked over to the chariot. He climbed on, and looked at Lucy. "I thought I was supposed to be filming," she grumbled as she came back over yet again. She handed him a bullwhip, the kind Indiana Jones use on Nazis and Indiginous People, and he cracked it over Lilith's head with a sharp sound, just to test it out. Lilith's knees went weak and she leaked even more girl fluid down her inner thighs. "Everything is ready, brother," Lucy said.
Lincoln grinned. "Alright. Girls, are you all ready?"
The girls all twisted around to look at him, Cleo, Lilith, and Sonette at their father and Haiku at her husband. They fixed him with sinful and smoldering glares and it was clear from their expressions that they were, in fact, ready.
"We are ready dear, don't worry our girls can take it," Haiku said. "They want to take it."
Cleo added: "Yes dad have no mercy with our backs. Make it hurt really bad"
Sonnete: "Yes daddy whip us until we bleed"
Lilith: "Dad remember what we talked about, while we are doing this we are not ourselves, we are not your daughters right now. We are your sex slaves; your beasts of burden mean to carry you around and be whipped to pleas you and to be humiliated."
Lincoln chuckled. "Very well since everyone is ready, let's begin."
Taking a deep breath, Lincoln tilted his head slightly back and closed his eyes. Like a method actor in a lavish stage production, he was getting into character, assuming a different headspace that was not his own. He often did this before engaging in "play" with the girls. There were a lot of different tastes, personalities, and fantasies with which he had to contend, so he had to do this a lot. Luan had worked with him, training him in how to assume different roles. He was so good that he could be an evil, sadistic prick one minute and an innocent, lilly white lamb, submissive and meek, the next, depending on what one of his wives or daughters wanted. He had become very adept at this and once he took on a character, he lived and breathed it, which made Lilith excited.
This was going to be good.
Lincoln opened his eyes, and it was as if a stark change had settled over his features. A cwicked grin cleaved across his suddenly sharp and dark features and his eyes blazed with an evil light. A tinge raced up Lilith's leg and a little shiver dropped down her spine. Perhaps seeing this, Lincoln raised the whip and flicked his wrist; the business end lashed Lilith's back and her knees buckled as fiery pain ripped through her. "Alright, sluts," he spat. "What are you waiting for? This chariot is not going to move it self."
"Yes, master," they all said in unison. They all began to move, leaning forward as far as they could and struggling to get the big wooden wheels of the chariot to move. Lincoln cracked the whip again and again, hitting Sonnette, then Cleo, then Haiku. "Faster, you fucking cunts," he said. "Can't you do anything right?"
The girls all began to walk faster, pulling and grunting like a team of horses with a particularly cumbersome load.
Soon, the chariot had gathered momentum and pulling it became easier. Lincoln snapped the whip again and again, sometimes over their heads and other times directly on to their naked flesh. "Fucking whores," he called. "Father fucking mistakes, Especially you, Lilith. You're a nasty little thot. You want your daddy? Fuck you." He brought the whip down across her back and she arched forward, nearly dropping to her knees. "Don't fall, you little bitch, I will run you over," he warned.
He turned his attention to Sonette, who had chuckled at what he said to Lilith. "I know you're not laughing, you basic fuckin weeb loser." He snapped the whip on her back. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be a smelly virgin living in the basement. You're welcome."
"Thank you, Daddy," Sonette said.
Lincoln turned to Cleo next. "Fucking nigger."
He brought the whip down and she let out a sharp yelp of pain. "How does it feel to be back in Alabama? Huh? Do you like 1853, you nappy headed slit licking fuck?"
"Yes, master," Cleo said.
Lincoln brought the whip down and managed to scour it across all their backs. "That's right, you're all my niggers." He cracked the whip again and again, blindly hitting each girl. Angry red welts formed across their backs like slash marks in a Nightmare on Elm Street movie and their moans of pleasure and pain mixed together, rising from their heaving throats. Each one was enjoying the agony that came with the crack of Lincoln's whip, and there was a not inconsiderable part of Lincoln that enjoyed causing them such pain and discomfort.
Before long, the chariot was under way and moving in circles around the big room like something from Ben-Hur. "This is all you're good for," Lincoln said. "You're fucking whores and horses and cum rags. My cum rags. No one else's. I can fuck every female on the planet but you have to stay loyal to me."
"Yes, master," they said.
"Cleo, fuck someone else and I'll burn a cross on your bed. Haiku, cheat on me and I'll make you wear pink like a common glitter bitch. Sonette, hook up with one of your weeb friends and I'll break that fake ass katana hanging on your wall over my knee. Lilith…I don't have to worry about you, you have daddy issues and would never."
"Yes, master," Lilith said.
All of the girls belonged to him. He was their master, their God, the only one allowed to touch them and to fuck them. He would allow no other man near them and they were perfectly happy with that. Who wanted a normal, healthy relationship with a great guy, marriage, and a family of their own when they had the amazing and almighty Lincoln Loud?
"You're all sluts, cunts, niggers, bitches, faggots, and motherfuckers," Lincoln ranted, snapping the whip again and again. He called them dogs, he called them assholes, he insulted their weight, their height, them and everything they stood for. He called Haiku a bigger poser than Lucy, which made Lucy genuinely chuckle; he called Cleo a cum guzzling sperm slut; he called Lilith and Sonette the two ugliest dykes he had ever seen and wished them a slow and painful death. Each stinging word made Lilith hornier and hornier.
"Yes, master," the girls said in slavish and monotonous unison. "That's all we are."
"You sound like a fucking hive mind," Lincoln spat and whipped Haiku's back. "This is all your fault. These little whores take after you, not me."
The girls pulled the chariot around the room in a big circle, walking faster and faster as Lincoln rained blows down upon them.
"You have no minds of your own," Lincoln said. "You'll do whatever I say."
"Yes, master."
He whipped Lilith's shoulders. "Piss yourself, slave."
It was hard to do while never breaking stride, but Lilith did indeed piss herself. Yellow liquid coursed down her inner thighs and dripped onto the ground. Lincoln laughed manaically. "You actually did it, you dirty little fuck, I can't believe it. You don't have any shame or guilt at all." He had Lucy come out from behind the camera and throw dirt and mud at them as they passed, getting all four of the girls filthy. "The entire world's going to see this," Lincoln threatened. "You'll be even bigger outcasts than you already are, you fucking freaks."
Lucy shouted her insults from behind the camera, calling them names and insulting them. "Yes, you fucking whores, take the pain," she said. "I fucked him first, Haiku. He loves me, not you."
"It's true," Lincoln said and whipped Haiku. "You were supposed to be a pity fuck but you let yourself get pregnant. I should have pushed you down the stairs when I had the chance."
Lucy continued "I always knew you were nothing more than a whore. No wonder the sluts that you breed are the same. Or that one you take out of an orphanage and groomed to serve my brother."
Lincoln constantly beat all four girls with the whip all through this, as hard as he possibly could, sparing no ounce of strength or pain. He wanted the sting of his assault to last long after he had moved onto stay with his next family, so that his girls would feel it every time it twinged and think of him. They smiled and relished in the pain, getting more and more turned on every time the tip of Lincoln's whip lashed their tender skin. They moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and their pussies got so wet that they leaked. If you were to look close enough, you would see clear liquid dripping down the insides of their thighs.
After they had made a few circuits of the warehouse, Lincoln looked at their backs and saw that they were all getting really, really red from the whipping. Welts and blisters were beginning to form on their skin
Were they enjoying this as much as he was, he wondered.
As it turned out, they were.
From her station behind the camera, Lucy watched the proceedings with great satisfaction. She was excited and happy that Lincoln had chosen her for the great honor of filming this so that she could show the rest of the family. She loved how perverted this was, seeing the three pale girls and the chocolate colored one being used, abused, and whipped like hell. Haiku was her best friend since childhood and Haiku's children - Cleo included - really were her favorite nieces. She was happy for all of them and glad that she could help set this up and be a part of it. Seeing their nude bodies pulling the chariot, their muscles flexing and tensing, and their bare feet slapping the concrete as they hurried to keep up with the momentum that they had created lest they be crushed beneath the chariot's big wooden wheels turned her on to no end. There was nothing but happiness and excitement on their faces and she loved bein able to see that.
Her eyes went to Lilith. The others were grown, tall and developed, but the small Lilith contrasted among them and knowing she was the instigator of this, that the youngest barely entering Puberty was the more deprave of them was immensely exiting to Lucy. She was proud of her niece.
She knew their family was full of perverts but everyone was happy and she loved it. Pervert pride, worldwide!
Meanwhile, the whip fell across Lilith's back and she jerked her a little, her eyes rolling back into her head. Sonette looked at her and realized with something like awe that Lilith was cumming even as she continued to pull her weight like a good little pack mule. Her step did not falter and her knees did not buckle. She was the only person Sonette had ever seen walk and cum at the same time.
Until recently, Sonette had believed that she was the most perverse member of the Loud family, and took immense pride in that fact. But then Lilith told her that apparently her aunt Lucy and Lynn had been massive BDSM whores for her father for years and then her half-sisters Lupa and Lacy join them. How she was amazed and excited when Lilith showed them the videos and photos her aunts had taken of Lupa and Lacy being spanked. Lilith told her and Cleo all of her crazy, depraved fantasies, of acting as sex slaves to their father and of acting like pets.
She felt a little jealous so many of her family members were proving to be much more perverted than her specially her little sister. Still she was happy Lilith made that because this had been the most exiting days of her life and this right now was the most depraved thing she had ever done by far.
Even so, she was bounded and determined to become a bigger pervert than Lilith. She couldn't let Lilith be a bigger sicko than her without a fight.
Like her adopted sister, Cleo was surprised when Lilith showed them what her father had done with Lacy and Lupa and even more when Lilith told them all of her perverted fantasies. Cleo agreed to take part mainly out of curiosity.
She had been mostly a vanilla when it came to sex, every time she did it with Lincoln it was usually missionary broken up by the occasional doggystyle. Plain Jane normal stuff, it was intense but nothing that could be called overtly kinky much less depraved. Now, however, she was hooked on the kink.
One reason she was loving this so much is because she always loved doing things together as a family. Since she was adopted she liked feeling included. She knew by now everyone thought of her as a complete member of the family just as anyone else, but still doing this together made her feel loved. Being here naked with her mother, sisters, and father, totally open and intimate with one another, was the most comfortable she had ever felt. And bing whipped by her beloved father…it was like a family game of depravity.
She considered herself the most lucky former orphan in the world.
As with the others, Haiku was survived by what a pervert her daughter was but wanted to make her little girl's fantasies come true. Now she was happy that she had. Looking around at her three daughters, at their expressions of happiness and at their dripping cunts, they all looked so happy. She felt like a great mother and was so happy for them.
On the chariot, standing like a Roman god looking down on his loyal yet wayward subjects, Lincoln thought to himself how perverted this was. He was accustomed to roleplaying with his sisters, daughters, and others, especially as the sadistic master to Lynn and Lucy's subservient slaves, but this was extreme even for him, and something he never expected to do. Come on, a chariot? Naked women pulling him around? What the fuck lol. It wasn't that long ago that he was spanking Lupa and Lacy and now look at him, calling his own beloved daughters every terrible name in the book.
Maybe this was a weird thought, but he couldn't help feeling like the Loud family was predisposed to depravity. Like it was in their very DNA or something. He would have to ask Lisa if that was possible, because now he was really curious.
Even with as strange and outlandish as this all was, he couldn't like to himself: He was really enjoying it. Not because he particularly liked hurling racial epehitets at his daughters and beating one of his "wives" black and blue with a whip, but because he knew that Haiku and the girls were enjoying it. Especially Lilith. This was her deep, dark fantasy after all. If it hadn't been, he may not have given it a shot. She really wanted it however, so he went with it. It was unexpected and out of left field, that was for sure, but it ending up being a good thing, and bringing them all closer together.
From here, what did the future hold for him and his family?
He couldn't wait to find out.
When Lincoln brought the whip down on Lilith's back again, she jumped a little and bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to stave off her fifthit orgasm of the day. She didn't know if that was the actual number or an exaggeration, but if it was the latter, it sure wasn't an exaggeration by much. She couldn't remember ever cumming as much as she had today, and there were times, entire nights, where she would get herself off a dozen times in a row. Part of the reason she was cumming so much is that she was generally excited to be living out such a perverted fantasy that she never thought she would get to live in real life. She had been stoking and nursing this like a fire, making it bigger and bigger until it consumed her and was all that she wanted to do. She was proud of herself not only for making it happen in general but also for dragging her mother and sisters into it.
She knew they would like it, but she also realized how extreme it was and wouldn't have been surprised if they balked at such a crazy suggestion. You have to ease people into things. For example, a girl might like butt sex if she tried it, but you couldn't just say "Hey, honey, let me fuck your asshole." No, you have to convince her, and then when you finally do it, you can't just jack hammer her butt into powder. You have to work you way up. Baby steps. She knew that the others didn't mind, maybe even liked, a little S&M, but this wasn't a baby step, this was a giant flippin' leap off a huge cliff. Into a rocky and crashing surf. Her fam went along with it, however, surpridingly enough, and to Lilith's delight, they took to it like perverted fish to sexy water. She was immensely pleased by this and couldn't wait to tell them about her other fantasies. She was absolutely brimming with them.
After this, Lilith thought she wanted to try BDSM with others, like Lupa and Lacy. She knew from what she had seen them do with Dad that they were down for it. She was certain that they would immensely enjoy something like this - a big, involved production of a fantasy filled with whips, taunts, insults, and multiple orgasms. Maybe they could involve Mom and Aunt Lucy and have them teach them all the finer points of BDSM.
One thing that Lilith had always suspected about herself but that this little fantasy had all but proven was that she was a maschosit. She liked being hurt, humiliated, and treated like shit. Some girls liked being treated like little fairytale princesses, but not Lilith. She wanted to be treated like a gutter slut. Fuck her, cum on her, and don't answer her texts for three days until you're horny again.
So hot.
She loved pain and humiliation, but it was much more than that. This whole thing was made better because she was doing it with her family, people she genuinely loved and cared about.
She loved the contrast of Lincoln. Having Lincoln, her father the man who had always showed her nothing but unconditional love, constantly encouraging her to follow her dreams, telling her she is smart and capable and can do great in life. Was now calling her worthless, a slut, a whore only meant to be use as a sex toy, a cum rag and Humiliating her and all sisters and that this was being recorded and would be shown to humililiate her, her sisters and mother even more.
Thinking about how the man that has always and would always protect her, that when she was little would attend her wounds and kiss them to make the pain go away. Now was hurting her, whipping her so hard she was sure she would end up bleeding at least a little.
All of this was making her overwhelmingly exited. She was so proud of herself.
After nearly an hour of going around in aimless circles, the girls were sweaty and exhausted, their backs bright red and crisscrossed with welts from the beating. All four of them were even bleeding a little, just as Lilith had imagined they would. There wasn't much blood, only a few trickles from some of the harsher wounds, but it was there, a testament to Lincoln's brutality.
"Alright," Lincoln said, "you've had enough. It's time for the finale."
The girls came to a stop and the chariot halted. Lincoln jumped down and removed the harness tying them to the chariot and undid the handcuffs. The four girls all sank to their knees and started to crawl around like the nasty little dogs they were. Lincoln walked behind them and cracked the whip on their backs, urging them on. Now that he was closer, he aimed for the places he couldn't reach while in the chariot, such as their butts and lower backs.
They crawled in circles around the room with Lincoln whipping them. They eventually came to a doorway that led into an adjacent room where Lucy had prepared four pillories. You know those old devices where they would have someone kneel and lock their heads and hands into place while everyone else threw fruit at them or something? Those things.
Lincoln locked each girl into one, immobalizeing their heads and hands. They arched their backs and stuck their tight little butts into the air like bitches in heat. Standning over them, Lincoln began to whip them again, lashing their butts with the business end of the whip until their cheeks were bright red. Each time the whip tasted their flesh, a loud meaty slapping sound filled the air, accompanied by the moans of the girl he was hitting.
Finally, he tossed aside the whip and knelt down behind Cleo. He grabbed her hip, wrapped his hand around his meat, and brought it to her asshole. He pressed it to her opening and thrusted, penetrating her back door and filling her to the point that her eyes water. She let out a gasp like a woman slowly submerging herself in icy water. Her muscles contracted around him and her butt walls gripped his shaft tightly. Lincoln started off gentle enough because this was her first time being fucked in the ass but gradually went harder and harder until he was slamming deeply into her, filling her body and pushing her against the stockcade. She bit her bottom lip and curled her fingers against her palm, her nails digging into the soft flesh thereof. When he came, Lincoln didn't pull out: He filled her ass with his hot, sticky load, then pulled out and watched it ooze out of her.
Next, he moved onto Sonette. This time he fucked her pussy while playing with her butthole. He slipped his finger into her and curled it in a "come here" gesture, which got her panting and moaning. His balls slapped against her clit and his dick plumbed her depths, hitting her cervix and making her breath hitch. She was hot and tight, so wet that fucking her sounded like stirring a pot of macaroni and cheese. Lincoln slapped her butt cheek with his free hand, then raked his nails down her back, over the angry welts that had formed from his beating. She moaned the word "Daddy" and he told her to shut the fuck up.
This time, when he came, he pulled out and painted her butt and lower back with his jeez. "My sperm is too good for your rotten hole," he told her.
As he fucked Haiku, he looked directly at Lilith, who was slobbering and red faced in anticipation. "I might not even fuck you," he warned her as he reamed Haiku. "I'm running out of cum and I don't want to waste the last of it on you."
"Don't fuck her," Lucy called. "Make the little bitch squirm."
Lincoln grabbed Haiku's hips and slammed as hard as he could, wanting to make sure that it caused an obscene amount of pain. Tears streamed from her eyes and her face bluished bright red. He came again when her body clamped down around him, and his jizz filled her4 hole, overflowing and oozing out around his shaft.
Finally, he looked at Lilith, who watched him with big, pleading eyes. He knelt behind her, and her body trembled with excitement. Her pink pussy was swollen with lust and glistened with her juices like a pink flower sparkling with morning dew. Lincoln grabbed her hip, guided his dick to her opening, and slowly sank it into her, her plump lips curling around his head. Her insides were wet and boiling hot, and Lincoln had to suppress a sharp intake of breath. It was like sticking his dick into a well of hot honey, and for the first time in many years, he had the vague worry that he might nut before he was ready. God, you could tell she was turned on and ready for this.
Lincoln stopped when his dick reached her limits, and Lilith shuddered and squirmed, light sounds of pleasure emanating from her throat. Lincoln pulled back slowly until he was almost out, then slowly thrusted forward again. He knew that Lilith wanted to be pounded like he had pounded the others but he wanted to tease her by going agonizingly slow.
"Are you happy little slut?" he asked. "Is this what you wanted? to be treated as nothing but a sex toy and drawing your sisters into doing the same?"
Lilith sighed. "Yes this is exactly what I wanted. Thank you Father".
Then Lilith ask him to kiss and lick her back to taste what he has done to her, the same way Lucy told her he has done to Her (Lucy) and Lynn.
Lincoln pulled out and licked the wounds crisscrossing her back. "How does it taste?" she asked
"Like a good masochist slut, just like your aunts."
Lincoln went back to fucking her. She begged him to go faster, to be rougher, to "tear out my guts, daddy, please, I'm so horny for you."
Part of Lincoln wanted to keep teasing her with his cock, but she was so hot and wet that he didn't know if he could hold out much longer himself. She was hotter and wetter than the other three combined, and tighter too because she was smaller. She threw herself back against his pumping cock and Lincoln thrusted forward.
Luckily for him, Lilith was so turned on that she couldn't take much. Her entire body constricted around him and she began to shake as her orgasm broke over her. She cried out and trembled so violently that he thought she was hazing a seizure. She got hotter, tighter, wetter, and Lincoln couldn't keep going. He filled her with his load, and that was it. Lilith screamed, jerked, and shook. A mixture of their cum oozed out around his dick and when he pulled out, hers kept coming and coming, all of the pent up sexual frustrartion of the day leaving her little body in a rush.
Lincoln watched as her massive climax tore through her, then smiled when she went limp. She was a little slut…
…and he loved it.
After resting a little and catching his breath, Lincoln fetched a first aid kit and took the time to lovingly rub medical cream on the girls' bruallty whipped backs. After that, they all went back to Haiku's house with Lucy in tow, who they had invited to spend the night. Since the play had taken such a tremendous toll on the girls, they thought it wise to have Lucy there to help Lincoln take care of them while they recovered. That night, Lincoln sat on a big couch with Sonette on his right, Cleo on his left, and Lilith in his lap and watched a movie. Lucy and Haiku sat on another couch and talked in low whispers. "It's really adorable how they can act so normal and enjoy a movie together after all of that."
"It kind of is," Haiku said. "But it was a good, lovely day and I can't wait to masturbate to the video later on."
The video.
Haiku smiled to herself.
She couldn't wait to see how the rest of the family reacted when they say it.
She imagined shock, horror…and jealousy.
Something told her that there would be other little Loud girls asking to play with Daddy in the futrure.
Probably a lot.
