A Complicated Life Pt. 04

** This story contains several fetish themes: small penis humiliation, cuckolding, incest, cfnm. This may not be something you enjoy if these themes do not resonate with you. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction - some characters will have actions that would never work in real life. If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment and check out some of my other stories. **

Chapter 4

"Heading out!" Hope's voice rang throughout the bedroom, echoing off the walls, but her excitement and energy were not reciprocated. Charity and I slept for a couple more hours, then laid in bed talking. The girls should be back around three o'clock, so Charity's friend was going to come over at 2:00 to give us plenty of time to get ready.  

"How you feelin'?" Charity asked.

"Nervous. Maybe we shouldn't..."

"Uh-uh! You aren't backing out. You do this, you know? When your arousal is no longer acting as a buffer to your humiliation, you get... somber... shy. But, we can't back out, Honey, it's happening." She slid down my body, her breasts coming to rest on my dick. I loved a good tit fuck, and she has amazing tits.

She dragged her heavy breasts across my dick over and over, reawakening my lust.  

"Your baby dick feels so small between my big tits," She teased. "Can you imagine how much smaller it would look between Hope's soft, young breasts?" 

I moaned from somewhere deep inside me.  

"This is probably a good time to talk about some new rules..." Charity shared. "Hope is right, the old rules aren't going to work anymore. So, I know it should go without saying, but... new rule five... You can not fuck the girls... that's a deal breaker for me. I am serious, Jason... they can tease you, toy with you, even jerk you off, suck your dick, and whatever else they have you do. But... Do NOT fuck them... I mean it!" She spoke sharply.

"Jason," She said, gripping my balls hard, making sure she had my complete attention. "They're adults, but they're also still young - you need to be the adult. So, hear me." She squeezed my balls harder. "If you're little dick slides inside either one of them, I will lock you in chastity so long you'll likely lose a full inch by the time I let you out."

"And... if you cum inside either of them... I will torture your balls until you're begging me to castrate you to make the pain stop." I'd never seen her crazy eyes before, but she had them now.  

"Anything short of them tying you down and rapping you will have painful, long-lasting consequences." She snarled.  

"I promise, Charity, I can't imagine they'd even want that."

"Babe... Hope was right, I've seen you leering at them a bit over the years. I understand Hope and I look a lot alike, and ... well, Grace is... obviously sexy. When she's wearing those tight black volleyball shorts, I swear everyone in the gym notices her."

Grace is beautiful in her own right; she's leaner, more athletic, with a firm torso and legs that seemed to go on forever. At 5'10, she's tall, much taller than her sister, and even taller than me. Years of volleyball, basketball, and cheerleading had given her a tight, toned body, and she moved with power and steadiness. Her legs are firm, with thick, muscular thighs, and an ass that would make Sabina Altynbekova say, "god damn" as she walked by. She was a popular girl and a bit of a goof. She loved being the center of attention and was always playful and fun, but once the game started, she was determined and focused.  

She had teased me back into a lust-filled stupor and squeezed my balls hard enough to deflate my erection. She grabbed my flat chastity cage, the smallest we have, and locked me up, making sure I wouldn't jerk off while she wasn't looking, and wore the key as a necklace. We finally made our way out of bed. Straightened up the house a bit, ate a late breakfast.

"I also think we should implement Hope's rule," She announced. "Rule number six - no clothes for you while we're home. From now on, this is a CFNM - Clothed Female Naked Male home. When I come back, I expect you to be just like this." She fondled my balls before she headed out to get a manicure and pedicure while I waited anxiously.  

It had been more than a year since we played with chastity, and this one is not for beginners. I had forgotten how odd it felt having my dick pushed inside me like that. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. Then Chrity sent me a link to a video from one of our favorite porn sites, with instructions to watch it while she was gone. It was nearly 2 hours of cuckold and small penis humiliation porn clips. I streamed it to our TV in the family room, and it didn't take long before I was aching to touch myself, so I decided to focus my energy on something productive.  

I slipped on my running shoes and hit the treadmill. A few seconds in, I realized how ridiculous I must look running wearing nothing but my safety green Adizero running shoes and my flat, chrome chastity cage, but I kept going. I had the TV turned up loud so I could hear it over the treadmill.  

I was a bit lost in my own world, running, watching, and thinking. Suddenly, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see my wife laughing and holding her phone, recording me running. I shut down the NordicTrack and turned down the TV.

"Fucking adorable!" She teased. "Don't worry, this is just for me... at least for now." She bit her lip. It was just past 1:00, and he'd be here around 2, so she went to get ready. I sat at our kitchen bar, cooled off and rehydrated, while I scrolled on my phone and checked our daughter's location. They should be here a little early, maybe closer to 2:45.  

I heard the bedroom door open, and I turned to see her. It was like a Whitesnake video, the light shined through our bedroom as she stepped out, the glare mixed with the dust in the air creating a theatrical entrance, her hair was pulled back in tight ponty tail, her lips adorned with raspberry red lipstick, a black choker around her neck, her breasts lifted high on her chest in her white lingerie set from La Perla, and her 4 inch Christian Louboutin pumps made her hips sway with the effortless elegance of someone who knew exactly who she was and made no apologies for it. "Fuck me!" I sighed at the sight of her.

"Later," She teased, and slowly turned around, showing off her nice plump ass. She cascaded across the room, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. She smelled like vanilla and sex. "Too much?" She asked, already knowing the answer. I assured her it was perfect, she was perfect, and she assured me she was mine, always.  

Charity's friend arrived shortly before Grace and Hope were due home. He was as discreet as ever, parking on the side of the house and slipping inside. We exchanged a quiet nod, and he shook his head as he saw me standing there in running shoes, naked and caged, but his focus was on Charity, and I couldn't blame him.

"Damn?" He muttered as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her. "God damn!" He said, looking Charity up and down. He was genetically blessed, 6'2 with a firm, muscular build, broad shoulders, and smoldering good looks. His fair skin, Light brown hair, and blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the light of day.  

She took him by the hand, leading us to our bedroom, my eyes resting on her rippling ass as she walked. "I am ready, I am so tired of the secrets, tired of having to wait till Grace was in bed before coming home after a night out." She shared, "And..." She hesitated, weighing whether she could really be so open. "Having both our girls know, having them tease you, I just know it's going to reignite that passion you used to have. This is going to be good." My heart was racing as she unlocked my cage and exposed my small, soft dick. This was really happening.

He undressed. It had been a while since I'd seen him this close. And, I had never seen him with the daylight shining through the curtains. Even flaccid, he's longer and thicker than I am hard. Charity knelt down between us, taking his cock in her hands and looking up at me. She pumped him to half mast and then took him into her mouth. Her hand trailed up my leg, coming to rest on my much smaller member as she continued to suck and pump him to full erection. God, I wish that were my cock. I wish I had his length, his girth, his bulbous head.  

Charity's friend was calm and collected, always ready to play his part. The plan was simple but devastatingly effective: he would be buried deep inside her the moment Grace walked through the door. Balls deep, Charity had said with a grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Hope, of course, would be the one to keep Grace from bolting, to keep her in the room long enough to process what she was seeing. And then... we'd all wait to see how she reacted.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for what we were doing, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of what was to come. Charity's friend guided her into position. The sight of her like that, so willing, so ready, was enough to make my tiny cock twitch. He gripped her ass in those silky panties, moving his hands around to the front, feeling her warmth through the fabric. His cock rising as he explored my wife's body, breathing her in, and feeling her grind against him.

He slid my wife's panties down, and she stepped out, keeping her high heels on. She stared right at me as he buried his face between her cheeks, tonguing her entrance. Her face lit up in pleasure as a gasp of delight escaped her lips. She bent forward, giving him access to her cunt. He prepared her, but she was already soaking wet.

"Hope knows what to do," Charity murmured, her voice low and steady, as if to reassure me. But there was no reassurance in this moment, only the raw, unrelenting truth of what we were about to do. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I watched them together, their movements synchronized in an almost hypnotic way.

And then, the sound of the front door opening. My stomach lurched, and I felt a cold sweat break out across my skin. They were here. Charity's friend slowly pushed himself inside my wife. Pumping his thick dick inside her, burying himself as promised, she let out a soft moan as he penetrated her. Hope's voice echoed from the hallway, bright and cheerful, as she guided Grace toward the bedroom.

"This is going to be so much fun," Hope was saying, in a loud whisper, making sure we could hear her.. Grace stifled a laugh, trying to stay incognito, completely unaware of what awaited her.

The door creaked open, and I braced myself for the moment Grace stepped inside, for the moment her world would change forever.  

This was it.  

No turning back now.

As my girls burst into the room, Charity threw her head back with an animalistic groan, her body arching as her friend drove his thick cock deep inside her. They had positioned themselves perfectly--Charity balanced with one knee on the edge of the bed, her other foot planted firmly on the ground, her body rocking with each relentless thrust from behind. There was no mistaking it. No way Grace couldn't see the truth laid bare before her: the sheer size of him, the way he filled her mother completely, the undeniable reality that it wasn't me fucking her.

"He's so much bigger!" Charity cried out, her voice raw and unfiltered, playing her role without hesitation. She was all in, surrendering to the moment, and so was he. His hands gripped her hips tightly, driving into her with a fierceness that left no room for doubt.

"MOM!" Grace's voice tore through the air, a mix of shock and disbelief. She froze in the doorway, her eyes wide, her face pale as the scene unfolded before her. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had on her cheerleading outfit. Hope was quick to act, stepping behind her sister and grabbing her by the shoulders, holding her and guiding her closer. "Look, Grace," Hope said firmly, her voice steady despite the chaos. "Just watch."

Hope held her there, forcing her to take it all in--the sight of their mom being fucked by a man who wasn't their father, the raw, unfiltered truth of their unconventional life.

Charity's friend didn't slow down, his pace relentless, his focus solely on her. "Don't you fucking stop," Charity moaned, her voice low and sultry, her head rolling back as she met his thrusts with equal intensity. "Fuck me harder."

Finally, Grace's wide, disbelieving eyes landed on me. I stood at the foot of the bed, totally exposed, my tiny, throbbing 3.5-inch dick bobbing pathetically in front of her. Her face twisted in a mixture of shock and confusion as the realization hit her.

"Daddy!?" Grace huffed, her voice cracking. "What... what is this?!" Her eyes darted between me, Charity, and her mother's "friend," who was still pumping into Charity with unrelenting force.

Hope, ever the calm mediator, stepped closer to her sister, her hands still resting gently on Grace's shoulders. She could sense Grace wasn't going to bolt--curiosity had begun to set in, hooking her like a fish on a line. "Look, Grace," Hope said softly, her voice steady and reassuring.

Grace shook her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to process the scene before her. Her eyes lingered on me, on my completely exposed body, and I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me.  

"OH my GOD!" Grace's voice rang out, sharp and incredulous, cutting through the heavy air of the room. My heart hammered in my chest, my eyes locked on her face as I tried to gauge her reaction. Was she shocked? Angry? Disgusted? Her expression was unreadable for a moment, her wide eyes darting between me, Charity, and the man still buried deep inside her. I braced myself for whatever was coming, my tiny cock twitching nervously as I stood there, exposed and vulnerable.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A giggle bubbled up from deep within her, escaping her lips. Soon, that giggle turned into a full, unrestrained laugh, her head tilting back as she let it out.

"OH MY GOD," she repeated, doubling over in laughter. "DaaadDY!" she sang, her voice high-pitched and teasing. "You DO have a baby dick!"

Her laughter was infectious, but I felt my cheeks flush, with a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through me.

Grace turned to Hope, still laughing, and playfully shoved her sister's shoulder. "Told you he was small!" she jabbed as if this were just another inside joke between them.

"Yeah, yeah, you called it," she said, grinning back at her sister. "It's so funny, but you have to admit, it's fucking hot, right?"

Grace snorted, shaking her head, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she turned back to me, her eyes lingering on my exposed body with a newfound curiosity.  

"I mean, I always wondered," she admitted, her voice still tinged with laughter. "But I never thought I'd actually see it. This is... WOW! So cute, Daddy."

I couldn't have asked for a better reaction from my girls. But Grace's laughter was freeing, and now, as she and Hope exchanged playful banter, it felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I watched as my wife's face lit up with a smile. She bit her lip and let herself go, thrusting back against her friend's thrusts.

"Damn!" Hope panted, "He's like a fucking Greek god." She huffed, glaring at the man pounding my wife.

"More like a Centaur! And, I know which part is the horse. That cock is massive!" Grace joined in.  

Charity moaned, more desperate, her body trembling as she neared the edge. Her friend's thrusts became more brutal, ramming his fat cock deep inside her, their rhythm in perfect harmony as he approached his own climax. Her ass rippling as she pushed back, pounding into him.

"Yes!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the room. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" He pounded hard, fast, and deep, his large balls slapping against her clit, sending her over the edge. Charity made a loud squeal, shuddering as she creamed on his cock.

Her friend was relentless, his thick cock driving into her with a force that made the headboard hammer the wall with each thrust, he was drilling her through her orgasm. Any other day, it would have been impossible to look away, but today my focus kept shifting to my daughters, who had settled in with a kind of ease that still shocked me as they took a seat on the couch in our room.

"Come here, Daddy," Hope said, patting the couch beside her. Grace was already on the other side. I sat down between them, and they kissed me on both cheeks.  

"I am so happy for you." Grace beamed like showing support for a good friend coming out of the closet. Was this just part of this new, young generation to celebrate anything that deviated from traditional sexuality?

Hope's hand found my tiny cock, her fingers wrapping around it firmly, and I couldn't help but let out a shaky breath as she began to tease me.

"Fuck, Mom!" Grace called out, making my cheeks burn. "Ride that thing! Take it!" She was unapologetic in her support.  

"Yeah, take that horse cock!" Hope chimed in, her tone equally encouraging. "You deserve it, Mom!" She giggled and pushed my chest, leaning me further against the back of the couch. "Hey, Gracie?" She teased, "Guess what?"

"What?" Her sister played along.

"Daddy's little dick is only three and a half inches long, and is an honest-to-god micro!" She laughed and wiggled it at her. "Watch this," She giggled and wrapped her hand around my dick. "I can make it disappear!"

"Aw," She grabbed my dick from her, "Daddy," She sang out, making a pouty face. "It's so hard. Like, this is as big as it gets, isn't it?" 

"Yes, honey. That's it." I explained. The girls played with my penis and balls as we watched their mother getting reamed out. I'd never had two girls on my penis, and never imagined it would happen with my daughters.

Grace and Hope took turns making my dick disappear in their hands. Both laughed each time they did it. "Penis... No Penis! Penis... No Penis!" They sang out together.

The girls turned their attention back to their mother. Cheering their mother on, their voices a chorus of encouragement that filled the room with an energy I couldn't quite comprehend. It was as if they were watching a sports event, their excitement palpable, their encouragement unfiltered.  

Grace turned to me, "Oh, Daddy," she said, her voice light and teasing. "It's so cute." She giggled. "You like watching her, don't you? You like watching mom get railed."

"Yes," I confessed.

We watched as a man who looked like he'd stepped straight out of a Viking fantasy--pound into their mother with merciless intensity. His muscles rippling with every thrust, his light brown hair damp with sweat. And his cock... it was enormous, so much larger than my own pathetic length, stretching Charity's pussy in ways I could never hope to achieve.

"Fuck!" her friend yelled, his voice guttural and raw, as he yanked his long, thick cock out of her. It stood out strongly and thick, glistening with her arousal, and the girls gasped in awe at the sheer size of him.  

Charity dropped to her knees beside the bed, lifted her breasts toward him, her eyes begging. "Cum on me!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse and desperate. The girls, caught up in the moment, echoed her words with wild enthusiasm. "Yeah, cum on that slut!" they chanted, their voices mixing together.

His hand gripped his cock tightly, jerking it furiously as thick, white ropes of cum shot from the tip, splattering across Charity's chest and stomach. The girls erupted in triumphant cheers, their eyes wide with fascination as they watched the scene unfold.  

"Holy shit!" Grace exclaimed.  

"That's so much cum!" Hope added.

Charity tilted her head back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as the last few spurts landed on her skin. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, suckling the giant cock head, sucking the cum out.

"Thank you, that will be all for now," she said dismissively. Her friend nodded, not uttering a word, and turned toward our bathroom. Hope and Grace were fixated on his long, slick cock, openly gawking as it swung like an elephant's trunk as he walked by. The door closed softly behind him, the sound of the shower starting up moments later, leaving the four of us alone to process what had just happened.

"Well," Charity said finally, breaking the silence with a soft laugh, "Any questions?" Her eyes flicked to Grace, then to Hope, and finally to me.

We spent the next several minutes explaining it all to Grace, as we had with Hope. We told her about the rules, about the other men, but most of all we reassured them of our devotion to one another. As we talked, Charity wiped herself off and slid her robe on, while I stayed naked.

The girls exchanged glances, and for a moment, no one spoke.  

"Okay," Grace simply said. "So... how many guys have you been with like this?"

"A few..." She paused to think about it, "Seven... we've had seven friends. This one has been with us for almost three years now." 

"I have some questions," I looked my daughters up and down.  

"Why weren't you two surprised by my..." 

"Baby dick?" Grace finished my sentence for me, with a smile.

"Hope already told us about you girls snooping and finding our toys. But there's more, isn't there? You seemed so sure I was small. And you keep using the term, "baby dick," something your mother often says." 

Grace hesitated for a moment, then, with a sly smile, she nodded. "There is more," she admitted. "Go to my room. Close the door, and lay down on the bed. Hope and I will show you." Her tone was cryptic.

Charity and I exchanged a glance, but we didn't argue. We'd come this far, and there was no turning back now. We made our way to Grace's room, closing the door behind us and laying side by side on her bed. We smiled at each other, and I cupped her tits in my hands. I could hear the faint hum of the air conditioner buzzing in the background. We waited, unsure of what was coming next.

Then, suddenly, the noise stopped.

And then, through the air ducts, Hope's voice filtered in, clear and unmistakable. "Stroke your little baby dick for me!" she teased. "Put your baby dick in me, come on. Don't worry about pleasing me, you know you can't--I've already been satisfied. Just have your fun--if you can even feel anything." Her laughter followed, light and mocking, and I felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me. How long had she known?

Grace's voice joined in next, her tone low and sultry. "You're so sexy... God, you're so loose," she said, repeating words Charity and I had whispered to each other countless times. "Damn, your pussy is so stretched out!" They continued mimicking us, recreating moments they'd overheard through the vents.

I turned to Charity, my eyes wide. She looked equally stunned. "What the fuck?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our daughters' voices echoing through the ductwork.

We moved quickly, slipping out of Grace's room and hurrying back down the hall. When we stepped into our bedroom, the sight that greeted us has been seared into my brain.  

Hope was topless, sprawled on the bed, pretending to be her mother, while Grace knelt between her legs, simulating the act of fucking her in the missionary position. They were completely absorbed in their roles, their movements exaggerated but eerily accurate. Grace, who was stripped down to her white sports bra and blue cheer spankies, pounded her pelvis against Hope's cunt, gripping her sister's breasts. Hope reached up and slid Grace's top up over her full, dark breasts.

"Fuck!" I gasped. My tiny thumbsized dick throbbed, turning purple with passion. The sight of my daughters reenacting our private moments was humiliating, so fucking hot and humiliating.

Charity's friend returned to the room, naked and relaxed, his soft cock swaying between his legs. The girl's attention moved to the man who had fucked their mother for the past several years, filling her and satisfying her in ways I can't.  

"So... what do we call you?" Hope asked as they sat on the edge of the bed now.

"No names," Charity bleated.

"Hmm, I'm going to call you ..... Thor!" Hope smiled. Grace agreed that it was perfect, adding that he even has a big hammer. They called both of us over to them. This was the first time the girls had seen us side by side, and they couldn't help but notice the stark difference.  

"Oh my God," Grace gasped, her eyes wide with amusement. "Look how far he hangs down compared to Daddy's!" Hope laughed, shaking her head. "He's almost twice your size, Daddy... and he's not even hard." She frowned, looking up at me, "It's like a baby carrot next to a zucchini."

"Like a little Smokey, next to a footlong!" Hope said, gobsmacked.

"Like a mouse next to a bull!" My wife laughed, joining in, and I couldn't help but stroke my little penis.

Their laughter echoed in the room, and even Charity couldn't help but chuckle. I stood there, exposed and humiliated. Hope took Thor's hammer in her hands, feeling the weight, rubbing her hand up and down the length of his cock like petting a giant python at the zoo.  

Grace giggled, her dark eyes flicking toward me. "Poor Daddy," she teased. "I bet he's feeling a little... inadequate right now."

My face burned with shame, but I couldn't look away. And despite the humiliation bubbling in my chest, I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me, the way my own tiny cock strained and twitched.

Grace tenderly took my pecker between her fingers, giving my head a squeeze. "You're so excited!" She cooed, with her tits out. We watched as Hope lifted the giant cock to her lips, treating his thick head to several little licks.  

"Go on," my wife encouraged as Hope looked to my wife for approval. His head passed through her lips and into her hot mouth. She held him suckling his helmet, stroking the underside with her tongue.

"It's so big!" She coughed, trying to catch her breath; her chest was tight with anticipation, adrenaline heightening her senses.  

Grace was barely toying with my dick; her hands were busy, but she felt detached from the moment, her attention fixed on the sight beside her. Grace was enthralled watching her sister suck on this giant cock. I reached out and brushed her long ponytail over her shoulder, trying to get her attention. She looked at me, studying my penis and balls, lifting it, measuring it with her fingers.

"Ohh, Daddy. I can't believe it. I just didn't think it would be this small." She shook her head. "Just so you know... I couldn't always hear you guys. Remember a few years ago when you put in the new air conditioner and you had to reroute the ducts because it got so much hotter in my room?" I nodded that I did. "Well, it was about a week after that I started noticing how much I could hear. You guys got pretty loud that night."

"I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"Well... it freaked me out the first couple of times, and I... I thought about telling you, but I just didn't know how. I knew I shouldn't have kept listening, and most of the time I'd put my earbuds in and tune it out, but... I ... don't get mad. Sometimes, I'd play with myself listening." She gave a shy smile and covered her face with her free hand.  

"So... you really like us teasing you?"

"I do... I can't really explain it - I just know it's true, I know it's not big enough for your mom, and I've always enjoyed it... as long as I can remember, it turned me on." 

"We don't get to choose those things," She shared, and then looked back over at Hope, trying to swallow a summer sausage.  

"Let me try," Grace boldly took the hammer from her sister, stroking him a few times with one hand before finally letting go of my dick to wrap both of her hands around him. Thor took Hope by the back of the head and guided her to him. Both of my daughters had their mouths on him. Hope licked and kissed his shaft, while Grace worked his head.  

Grace stopped just for a moment to slip her bra all the way off. Her nipples were dark and erect, and fit her toned stomach and strong shoulders. She pushed me aside to kneel in front of this Adonis and worship his huge cock. I was truly mesmerized watching my daughters suck that cock, while my tiny nub oozed precum.

"I need it in me," Hope cried out, pulling her pants and panties off in one quick motion, then positioning herself doggie style on the edge of the bed. Grace helped guide the giant dick to her sister's cunt. He was gentle and slowly sliding the tip between her young, tight lips.  

"Holy Shit!" She quivered as he entered her sex. Her face twisted as he sank deeper inside her and began slowly pumping, only sinking about half his length inside her. Hope's pussy was stretching wider than she had ever been stretched to accommodate his girthy eel. Charity sat on the bed and stroked Hope's hair, giving her motherly comfort.

"You're doing great. Try to relax. Just let him pleasure you." She coached.

"Oh my god," Hope whispered. "OH my God!" A little louder. "OH MY GOD!!" She shrieked, reaching between her legs and furiously flicking her clit.

"JESUS! FUCK!!" She cried as her whole body released in pleasure. He kept pumping her, grabbing her hips and going deep inside her. Moments later, she's clawing at the bed beneath her, cussing, crying, and convulsing.  

"Stop! Stop! Stop! I can't... I can't take it!" She lunged forward, pulling herself off his cock and snuggled up next to Charity, both of them naked and fucked to satisfaction by the same cock!  

Grace quickly wrapped her mouth around that enormous white dick coated in her sister's cream. He fucked her mouth as she peeled her shorts off.

In one graceful motion, he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his torso as he placed her on the bed, sliding down her body, taking her nipples into his mouth. She moaned as he teased her breasts.

"Put it in me," She pleaded. He sat up and slapped his cock against her clit. It was my first time seeing it, and I was shocked to see her completely shaved, with a juicy, engorged clit. " Please!" He lowered himself inside her,

"No. No. No!" She panted. "Too big! You're too big!" She grabbed his cock, stopping his assault on her pussy. "Hold it, just hold it! Let me adjust to your size." He sat still for several seconds before continuing to fuck her. He barely had more than his head inside her, and it was driving her crazy.  

I couldn't help but drop my eyes to where they were joined. His massive cock slid inside her deeper again and again, stretching her to the limit. Her pussy was soaking wet, and the sound of her breathing filled the room.  

Watching my daughter take a cock so much bigger than I could ever dream of... it was humiliating. And exhilarating. Thor slowed his pace slightly, pulling almost all the way out before gently sinking back in. Grace screamed, her body convulsing as she came from little more than ⅓ of his cock in less than 5 minutes.  

Thor pulled out of Grace, her cunt gripping tight around as if desperate to keep him inside her. I reached down to wipe a drop of precum off the tip of my laughably small dick.

"Poor, Daddy." Grace smiled at me.

"You girls have done well, but a cock like this needs a woman who can handle it." Charity snickered, spreading her legs and inviting him to fuck her again. Seconds later, he was pushing his cock inside my wife on our bed while Hope lay beside her, our daughter's head resting on her mother's chest, watching as this huge cock slammed deep inside her, watching with awe as she easily swallowed the entire length inside her cunt.  

He sat on his knees in the middle of the bed, plowing into his familiar host, slamming balls deep inside my wife as we watched. Grace made her way to the other side of the bed, lying beside her mother.

Hope sat up on her side, watching her mother, and slid to the edge of the bed. Our bed was raised just enough to make it easy for me to fuck Charity standing up, while she laid back on the bed. This also put Hope's body right at my aching dick. She reached back, taking me by the hand and pulling me close. She found my nub, teasing my little guy while we watched.

Hope's hand began to move slowly up and down my shaft, her touch light but electrifying. "Does this feel good, Daddy?" Looking over her shoulder at me. "Or do you want something else?" She wiggled her soft, young butt.

I couldn't speak, couldn't think coherently. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and shame. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of my daughter's ass. She rolled onto her stomach and wiggled again, inviting me to mount her.

I threw my leg over her and slid my short dick up and down her crack. A chill shot through me, and I moaned. I moaned so loud that it grabbed everyone's attention.

"I think he likes it," Grace said, her fingers tracing circles across her hip. "Look at him. He's practically trembling."

"Jason! Remember, no penetrating our girls!" She reminded. " Girls... you are not allowed to fuck your father, if he even slips inside either of you, I swear I am going to crush his balls."

"Really!" Hope, my curious medical student, cheered in excitement. "I... I kinda want to see that." My stomach knotted hearing my daughter's devilish joy at the thought of watching my balls get destroyed. Then she arched his ass, exposing her pink flesh, looked back at me, and winked. "Am I worth it?" She teased.

"Jesus, Hope." I choked on my own fear and quickly got up, making all three of them laugh.

My eyes went back to Charity, her cunt was used to her large friend, but still, every outward motion, her lips gripped his thick cock, almost pleading with him not to leave her. He was worked up now, having slowly and gently fucked my daughters; he needed a release, he needed to fuck hard and deep, and Charity knew how to take it.  

"God damn!" Hope cursed, "You can see his head." She leaned over and placed her hand on Charity's stomach. We could see her hand rising and falling with every thrust, feeling his cock fucking her mom.

"Shit!!" He shouted and slammed deep inside my wife, releasing his seed. He pounded several more times, filling my wife with his cum. Slowly, he slid his python out of Charity.

"Oh, Jason, he's filling me! God, he feels so good! So deep! I feel him throbbing so deep inside me!" Her legs began to shake as another orgasm rushed through her. She grabbed his hips, fucking him to bliss.

"Shit! Shit! GOD, YES!" She panted, flailing beneath him.

"God, I wish I could stay here all day." He sighed, "But, I really do have to go." He kissed each of her lush breasts before sliding out, grabbing his clothes, and heading back to the bathroom to clean off and get dressed.

"Come here," Charity demanded, and I knew what she wanted. "Fuck me." She bit her lip. My girls watched as I slid into place, kneeling between her legs the way he had. She was gapping, cum seeping out, and I quickly thrust inside her in an attempt to reclaim her.

"Go ahead, Honey, put it in." My wife smirked, knowing full well I was already as deep inside her as I could get. The girls giggled at their mother's teasing. I was so hard, so horny, I was throbbing, but couldn't feel her.

They were watching, my wife, Hope, and Grace, all watching as I pumped into my wife. Sitting up on my knees, I held her onto her legs, working my hips, grinding as we fucked.

I wanted to reclaim her, to show my daughters--and myself--that I could still please my wife. I positioned myself between her legs, my heart pounding as I guided myself into her. But as soon as I slid inside, my chest tightened with humiliation. She was so stretched out, so loose from his massive cock, that I barely felt anything at all. And worse--she wasn't reacting. Her face remained calm, almost bored, as I thrust into her with all the force I could muster.

"Oh, Daddy," Hope giggled. "It's like you're not even there."

The sound of her worn, wet cunt squishing with each circle. His cum was running out of her, I could feel it leaking down my balls, his scent mixing with our own. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and slammed into her like he was doing. Or, at least that's what I thought I was doing.

"BWAHHHHHH!" Hope cracked up laughing and got up on her knees beside me. "This is you," She humped the air barely moving, holding her thumb out from her crotch, she laughed. "This is him!" She reared back about a foot, holding both hands out in front of her miming having a large cock, and slammed forward.

Charity's friend came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. He came over and kissed my wife while I was desperately trying to fuck her. Her moan as they kissed was exaggerated, making sure I knew he elicited more of a response just kissing her than I was fucking her.

"Give me a call." He smiled, looking at my wife and daughters, "I'm free tomorrow night." He offered before leaving.

I picked Charity's legs up, putting them together and draping them over my shoulder, causing a tighter squeeze in her pussy.

"You're sweet for trying, Babe," she said softly, though there was no mistaking the pity in her tone. "But maybe you should just jerk off." She was enjoying teasing me in front of the girls and showing off her dominant side. I slid out and stared at her for a moment.

"I was hoping..."

"Hoping I'd show you some charity or grace and let you fuck your hole?" She laughed at her play on words.

"Or..." Hope leaned back over, wiggling her ass. "Come on, Daddy! Just stick it in, it'll be funny seeing you with busted balls." What the fuck was happening?

"I... I can't." I huffed, tempted by my daughter's wet, pink pussy.

Hope straightened up, her lips curling into a sly grin as she glanced at Charity. "Fine," she said, with mock innocence. "But, I am ready to go again. What if Daddy uses the cock sleeve on me? After all..." She paused, her eyes glinting mischievously. "It's not really his dick, and he's already used the dildo on me. It's pretty much the same thing, right?"

Charity raised an eyebrow, considering the proposal for a moment before shrugging. "I suppose," she conceded. "But don't get any ideas beyond that, Jason. This isn't a free pass to cross any lines. And once we're all satisfied, I'll let fuck your hole." She promised.

Hope clapped her hands gleefully, already moving to retrieve the sleeve from the nightstand. She handed it to me with a smirk, her eyes darting down to my small wet dick.

"Here you go, Daddy," she teased. "Maybe this'll make you feel like a real man."

My cheeks burned as I slid the sleeve over my shaft, the soft silicone stretching it into something far more imposing than I could ever hope to be, and slipped the strap behind my balls.

"Aw! You're still not as big as Thor." Grace noted.

Hope bent over the bed, her round ass on full display. I slathered the toy with lube, and I positioned myself behind her, my hands trembling as I guided the tip of the sleeve to her slick opening.

I watched the toy push inside. I don't know who moaned louder, Hope of me? She let out a low moan, her back arching in pleasure. I could feel her tightness gripping the sleeve.

"That's it, Daddy," she purred. "Fuck me like you have a real dick."

I thrust harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Grace watched from the other side of the bed, her fingers idly teasing herself as she watched. Charity leaned back, as if she were only tolerating this to torment me.

I rubbed Hope's ass with my lubed hands; she felt amazing. And the sounds she was making encouraged me to keep going. Even though the sleeve is thick, and I feel almost nothing with it on, I still feel something, and I was afraid I was going to cum.

I guess Charity could sense it and leaned in, whispering in my ear. "If you cum inside her, I am going to fuck your ass till you're raw while they watch." Charity rarely got like this when we played, but something about all of this was reawakening this dominant side of her, like this was a new fetish being uploaded deep inside her.

"Oh, Daddy," Hope panted, her voice dripping with mockery. "You're so good at this when you've got your big boy dick."

"Fuck me harder," she moaned, her voice breaking as I slammed into her. "I'm so close, Daddy. Please."

I obeyed, my hips snapping forward with renewed urgency. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, until they reached a crescendo. Her body shuddered violently, her back arching as she cried out, her orgasm tearing through her like a storm. She collapsed onto the bed, trembling and spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I pulled out slowly, the sleeve glistening with her arousal. My own cock throbbed painfully, desperate for release. I looked up at Charity, hoping for permission.

"Well done, Jason," she said, her tone patronizing. "But Grace still looks like she needs some attention."

Charity gestured toward Grace with a lazy wave of her hand. "Go on then. Don't keep her waiting."

I hesitated, my pride warring with my arousal. But the sight of Grace's wetness glistening between her thighs was impossible to resist. I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands trembling as I spread her legs wider. Her clit was swollen and throbbing like a penis head, a testament to her natural testosterone and athleticism.

"Go ahead," she purred, leaning back on her elbows. "Suck my clit."

I leaned in, my tongue darting out to swipe across her engorged clit. She let out a sharp gasp, her thighs tightening around my head as I explored her. Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and tangy, and I couldn't get enough.

"That's it," she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Just like that, Daddy." I had only been with Charity for the past 25 plus years, and while her pussy is amazing, I couldn't believe how different Grace's was. Her clit sticking out was more phalic. I felt like I was sucking a little shaftless dick.

I increased the pressure, swirling my tongue around her clit while sucking gently. Her hips jerked upward, grinding against my face as she sought more friction. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and I knew she was close.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice trembling. "Oh God, don't stop."

I obeyed, my tongue working her clit, and slipped two fingers deep inside her. Her body tensed, her thighs clamping down on my head as she came with a loud, shuddering cry. Her juices spilled over my hand and tongue.

When she finally released me, my penis was aching with need. I looked up at Charity, silently pleading for permission to finish. She smirked and bent over on the bed.

"Go ahead," she said. "You've earned it."

I sat back on my heels, slathered myself in the lube, and shoved myself in Charity's ass. My mind raced with images of what had just happened--Hope's ass bouncing on the sleeve, Grace's taste on my tongue, the humiliation of the past 24 hours, and I immediately felt the familiar tightening in my balls.

"God, not again!" I panted out loud. I couldn't hold back; it was all too much. Three pumps. That's all it took.

"Jesus!" I pounded her over and over cumming inside my wife, it was quick but powerful, my balls releasing a stream of cum, stars flashed in my eyes, and my breath escaped me, as I crumbled on top of her.

"Oh no!" Charity mocked. "Done so soon?" She chuckled as the girls joined in making fun of how quickly I came. In shame, I excused myself to the bathroom, needing a moment alone to recoup. I washed off and stared at myself for several minutes before going back to the bedroom.

"Wait?" Grace had an epiphany. "Am... Am I?" She sighed. "Grace looks so much like you, Mom. But I don't really look like either of you. Is Dad my real dad?" She finally let it out. And there it was, the truth laid bare; we were totally exposed.

I was certain... well, 90% certain, that Hope was mine, but when we found out Charity was pregnant again and the doctor gave us an estimated conception date, we did the math and looked at the calendar. I had been out of town that entire week, and Charity's friend back then had visited her every day I was gone.

And then, as she got older, it was obvious she looked like him. Her lover back then was a tall, athletic black man, and Grace... she was always so dark, her ass and lips a little thicker, and her dark eyes looked just like his.

"You know you'll always be mine, right? As far as I am concerned, you are my daughter. But, no, I am probably not your biological father."

"Fuuuuuck," She quietly whispered, taking it in. "So, who is? What was he like? Is he in the area? Do I know him?" She fired all her questions.

Charity took over and shared how she was likely conceived with a handsome man, a good man, and then she told her, Honey, you should know. And, maybe we should have told you already, but... he's half black, making you 1/4 black." She let that information set in.

"I'm willing to tell you his name, but I'd like you to wait a few days, just some time to process all this, and make sure it's what you really want. I'll tell you, he doesn't live anywhere near us. After I got pregnant, he took a new position with his work in a different state. I haven't heard from him in years."

We sat in silence, listening to Grace breathe. "Do you guys have any idea how many more scholarships I could've applied for if I knew I was black?" She finally laughed, always able to roll with the punches.

"Lucky!" Hope punched her sister's shoulder. "At least you don't have to worry about passing on the micro-dick gene! I bet your son will be huge, while mine has a little mushroom like Dad's growing out of his groin." She frowned.

"So, does this mean I can have boys in my room now?" Grace asked.

"Sure," Charity laughed, "In your room, in the pool, on the couch... I think we have a lot of new rules to figure out." We cuddled together on the bed, naked, unashamed, and looking forward to what would come.