Born his son, made his BabyDoll; 9

I strutted out of the Pro's shop, cum oozing down my legs. I needed to get to the locker room to reinsert the butt plug. I did a double take as a large SUV parked in the Pro's space. It wasn't Dad's though, but the same model and colour. Amanda slid out, easily recognisable almost thirty years since we briefly dated at HS parties. Tall, Lithe. Statuesque. Enjoying all the privilege and trapping that abundant money secured for a woman in her mid-forties.

"Were you just in there... with my husband." She demanded, giving me an imperious, withering look. Dressed to display as I was, and hot from fucking her husband, her instinctive jealousy was very well directed.

"Why hello, Mandy." I knew she always hated being called that. "Oh, my, this must be..." A strapping young man lurched out of the passenger seat, the younger of the two I guess, the most recent addition to the '18th' birthday frames. It was like he tripped over the erection almost bursting from his tight shorts. He took after his dad, for sure. "His big boy." I purred at the overly excited kid. I turned to let the sunlight reveal my body in my diaphanous dress. He goggled, transfixed, unable to hide his lust, as I ogled his splendid crotch bulge.

"Daddy has my details, sweetie, do ask him for Sissy's number and call me. I just love to..." I continued, but mummy interjected.

"Get in there! Now." She snapped, curtailing my floozy-flirting. She stepped in to block me as the flustered young man hurried into the shop. "He's a bit young for you, isn't he?" She snarled, in full protective-mother mode. With her husbands cum still hot in my pussy, I relished her prickly prudishness.

"And yet, old enough to display his, well, let's say, his pleasure to see me so splendidly." I flicked a smile at her. "You must have notice quite how pleased."

"Yes, of course, poor kid didn't know what to think seeing you, half dressed like that!" She sneered, confusing an attempt at an insult with a compliment.

"Oh, I am sure he knew what to think, imagining me undressed." I snickered.

"You bitch. What were you doing, in there..." She looked me up and down, trying to convey contempt, but unable to hide her jealousy. "Looking like a fucking slut."

"Killing time until my husband finishes his round. He always likes to fuck fresh from his eighteenth hole." I giggled, jiggling my tits as her jaw dropped and she spluttered. "Haven't you ever done that for your lovely husband?" I asked, taking back the high ground. It was my turn to appraise her, a fine-looking woman, lost behind expensively dull clothing. "Hmm. Not dressed like that." I sniffed, turned on my heels, and gave her a good view of my preachified tush as I swaggered off.

"You, you bitch." Amanda blustered as I sashayed away, but didn't follow me. I did suspect we would bare our claws again, before too long.

Fuck, but I was back on a peak of arousal after that little cat fight. As I walked away, I orgasmed, pretending to stumble so I could bend forward, half kneel and squirt off into my hand. It forced my pussy to pulsate and a great globule of Tiger's cum gushed out of my anus, running down my thighs. I made a show of rearranging myself as I stood up, breathless and trembling. I strutted off to the washroom to clean down and plug up.

Refreshed, I went over to greet my four ball off the eighteenth, ready for their eight balls to fill my nineteenth and twentieth holes.

"Well hello Daddy, hello, Uncles. I hope you had fun." I simpered as they all came in for a hug, with a lot more than just a peck of a kiss. They were older guys, of course, in Dad's age group, but could still share a tongue and thrust a crotch bulge as a lovely show of appreciation.

"Just the starter, Sissy, we have all been chatting about the fun five-way yet to cum!" Dad gave my derrière a hearty slap.

"Cum loaded, I hope!" I said, mimicking cupping a weighty, manly pair, to raunchy giggles.

"Quite right my sassy, saucy bitch girl!" He slapped my ass again with a meaty thwack, making me jump."Maybe I need to show them how a Daddy gives his babydoll a lessons."

"Ooh, please Daddy, good and hard." I simpered, turning as I hitched the short skirt, to flash my bare butt.

"We need to get back to your place, Master." Uncle Bob rushed us on. It was a brief drive home. I had a cold buffet prepped ready for them, with a cheeky tart to start. Dad was excited to pimp and tomcat his wife out, at last. My earlier fuck with Tiger, the Pro, had boosted my confidence. I popped the butt plug out in the WC in the lobby.

I entered the house to a hubbub of excited chatter. Dad passed four blue pills around, before they sat, silence as I began my strip tease. It was something used to do admiring myself in the mirror, as part of autoerotic masturbation. Then I often entertained Mum, after we got ever more flirty. More recently, after many bleak years, I had danced for Dad.

So I had a pretty good routine of sly, sultry displays and shimmies for each reveal. Of course, it made me ejaculate. I let myself squirt openly in front of Daddy and my three, honorary, uncles. One by one, four belts unbuckled, flies opened and cocks sprung out, standing stiff. None compared to my Master, of course, for length or girth. I knew he used tomcatting me an excuse to have his mighty masculinity admired by other men.

"Fuck it, Master. You said she was a squirter." Uncle Jim leered, stroking himself as I stood exultantly displaying my orgasm in front of all of them. My eyes flashed round the four cocks, all craving cunt. My cunt.

"That's my sweet little girl, for you, hot and horny babydoll all excited for her big Daddy." Dad chortled, pushing his crotch up to display his paternal pride. "Show them how you are gaping, ripe for your seeing to." Dad ordered, I bent over, legs splayed wide and winked my wrecked, pouting anus, turning, so all could admire my pussy. Their growls and gasps of lust had me squirting again.

The pretence I was his daughter, as they were my 'uncles', meant we could be open about our incestuousness. It was thrilling to reveal our genuine relationship whilst hiding behind their sordid fantasy. I sashayed up to Dad, hips swinging, tits jiggling as my cum oozed.

"That's your doting Daughter and your dutiful Wife, as both I am devoted to..." Kneeling I put both hands around his enormous shaft. "... my masterful daddy." I was breathless with lust as I guided his cock into my mouth.

"That's one dirty bitch you have there, Master." Uncle Bob gushed. "God, I wish my girls..." His thoughts drifted off, but we knew he was thinking of his twin daughters. Brash, bouncing 'Titty' Kitty and the well-built but less buxom 'Sassy' Cassie. They were both MILFs who had been in my class. Married young, divorced in their kids' teens, they had burned through their settlements. I had seen them out and about, plumper but still bawdy and saucy. There were murmurs from the others, as Bob's double delights had been leered at for over three decades.

"Get them over here for a dinner party to be shown how to please a Daddy." Dad replied as with a sweet smile, he pushed me off, not wanting to ejaculate just yet.

"They aren't little girls or married any more Bob. What with all the help you give them, they owe you some appreciation." Uncle Jim added.

"I bet they are into each other, always thought they were rather too affectionate together, even for twins." Uncle Tim voiced the salacious fantasy everyone had about the raunchy pair.

"Um, they insisted on sharing a room." Bob blushed. "As we only had two with en suite. But yes, I think they may..." He trailed off to laughter all round, as we all four were thinking it too.

"Comfort each other, I am sure. Well, that does it. I will invite you all over for dinner and see if we can stir the pot for you and spice things up." My Dad declared, waving at me to rush off as the four men enjoyed chatting out their salacious fantasies for the lusty, busty twin MILFs.

I grabbed a drink in the kitchen to fill my bladder. Dad's plan was for him to ravage me last, and he wanted me to piss as if driven to squirting by his potency. Then I rushed up to the bedroom to fit the accessories Dad had laid out ready. Fingers trembling with excitement, I clipped on the longer y-chain. After a quick colonic flush, I sprayed lube into my pussy before inserting a metal plug with a long fox tail. The thin, lockable chain, the thick, black leather leash and riding crop I took for my Master. I made some drinks before strutting back in, carrying the tray.

There were lusty growls and gasps as I strutted up to each. 'Your drink, Uncle." I bent down to offer each their mug, letting my tits dangle, the chain jingle. Then I would turn and shake my furry, foxy-tail stuffed in my butthole at each. Dad was last, I put the tray down, picked up his mug and meekly knelt proudly before my magnificent father. I lifted proffered the crop, leash, and chain, tokens of my servility. Silently he clipped the tether to my slave collar and jerked it to make me stand. I shuffled up close, providing him with access to his slave's body.

"This boys, is ensuring you Daddy's special place stays private." Dad chortled, slipping the chain through the ladder rings pierced into my beautifully crafted labia. He made a point of using the small key around his neck to lock secure my chastity. His every touch and tug teased and tantalised. The skin of my former scrotum was still very sensitive.

"Time to sample what I paid for, boys." Dad stood, used the lead to snap me forward and throw me face down onto the island worktop. "A fuck that's worth every penny." He added, pushing me down, then kicked my feet apart to reveal his Sissy's boy-cunt, ready for its first gang-bang. "Lead the way Jim, it's been too long without for you." Dad slapped my ass with the crop. "Be a good girl for your uncles. Or else." He snarled, landing a sharper spank across my butt that made me squeal and my anus flare in anticipation of its repeated violation.

"Yes, Daddy." I was husky with my excitement.

"Of, fuck, no..." Uncle Jim Sighed, he stood, half stepped out of his pants as he spontaneously ejaculated. It was too arousing for him, being offered pussy after the hell of his incel marriage.

"Too long without pussy, Jim. Shove it in her cunt quickly. My bitch knows how keep a man hard, don't you." He landed another spank.

"Yes, Daddy." I simpered, clenching to pout my pussy.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes." Uncle Jim's elation was evident as his prick gliding in and I contracted, around his cock, easing the yearning of years of denial and frustration.

"Fuck me, uncle, fuck your slutty niece!" I pleaded. He humped, grunted and was soon breathless. Jim's premature ejaculation had taken the edge off. His long suppressed need to breed, cruelly denied by the sour-faced: pickled-in-vinegar harridan, who pretended to be a wife, drove him on. He gripped my tits tight to brace himself. His little cock pistoned in my ass much faster than Dad's monster. The y-chain snapped and tugged at my nipples and clit, their teasing surging exquisite torment into my soul.

I glanced around, the cocks of my Dad and the other two men were rigid. To my surprise, Dad and Tim were and being lightly stroking each other as they watched their old friend fuck me. That was a surprising homoerotic twist from Dad, who had never shown any interest in my shrivelled little dick, other than to cut it off. That was a kinky twist I would have to see if I could pursue, maybe get the two stags rutting each other.

At last my exhibitionist soul was being satisfied. I was being watched by Dad and his three friends as their other used me as a woman. Even better, each would have their turn to pound my pussy. I gazed adoringly at Dad's mighty cock, then at Tim's chunky little fellow, as each others fingers teased down their shafts. If Dad had ever shown any interest my old penis love like that, I might still have it.

"God, God, God... yesssssss!" Uncle Jim exulted as he cum again. Dad smiled, with such pride it me convulse and clamp in a wonderful, dry orgasm.

"Fuck yes uncle Jim, you were magnificent!" I gushed effusively, wanting to boost the self-esteem crushed by his wife's years of cruel denial. A little massage to his masculinity was deserved after the divine blessing of him inseminating me.

"Out the way, old chap." Uncle Bob shuffled over from beside Dad. I guess Dad and Tim were still enjoying their mutual foreplay. I farted Jim's cock out of my cream pie cunt as Bob shoved him aside. He guided his cock into the slippy mess of his friends ejaculation, from before and after buggering me. His hands mauled at my tits.

"Does Daddy want me to be his good, naughty little girl." I put on a playful lilt, wiggling my butt coquettishly as Bob eased his length in. He had a splendid cut cock, a thinner, shorter version of Dad, but his shy testicles gave me nothing to play with. He hadn't been celibate since his wife passed a few years ago, but hadn't really played the field. But it was clear where his desire was truly taking him; his slutty twins.

"Fuck yes, Kitty, feel your Papa, my naughty baby!" He growled, living out every father's fancy to fuck his saucy daughter.

"Make certain your baby gets to appreciate her Daddy!" My Dad played up his friend's incestuous fantasy. He was filming us, using his free hand. Jim hadn't wanted that in case his harridan wife saw it. "Spank the bitch, show her Papa's boss." He urged. Sure enough, Bob's hand flew from my tit to spank my butt.

"Ooh, ahh! I am yours Daddy, your naughty baby." I pushed myself back, syncopated to his copulation, making his groan morph into a rumbling, possessive growl. "Fill me with my Papa's seed!" I urged, clenching against his thrusts, needing to drain his balls. He came with a last, impassioned plunge, impaling his cock deep into my bowels.

"Yes girl, yes! Papa's little Kitty." Bob sprawled over me, breathless and sweaty.

"We must make that true, Bob. Patience Tim." Dad must have held uncle Tim back as he stepped up as Bob flatulently flopped out of my cum-filled rectum. I craned back to see Dad hold the phone out to film up my flaring anus. As I contracted, I felt rivulets of ejaculate run down my thighs. I got to watch my violation, it was perfect for my obsessive autoerotic, spontaneous masturbation. With each clench my butt cheeks rippled, as my anus gaped ever wider. The cocktail of cum exuded from the angry purple of my swollen anal donut-ring. It looked like some of rectum extruded with each contraction, expelling Jim-Bob's blessing like pretty, white, runny shit.

"Fuck, that's as hot as hell." Tim leered. My feelings exactly when I watched my ravishment.

"Fill her up, Tim, always room for more in my whore." Daddy brushed his hand up my soppy snatch, then proffered his sticky fingers for me to lap clean. "The little bitch needs breeding!"

"Oh fuck yes." Tim sighed as he guided his cock into me. He had the most girth so far, although only about five inches long. His bull balls hung heavy, almost as big as Dad's, I felt back to grab a hold, each a fistful.

"Breed my slutty bitch pussy, uncle, fuck your whore niece!" I urged him, clamping my rectum round his stubby little manhood. Bob's groping at my tits pulled the y-chain tight, searing agony in my clit.

"Oof, you cheeky little bitch!" He gasped as I squeezed his nuts in my pain, stretching his scrotum as he pounded in and out. "Want some do you?" He savagely spanked slapped my butt.

"Yes, uncle Bob! Give me it all!" I begged breathlessly, contracting fast as I cum yet again, a desperate, dry heave. I had to bite my lip to control my bladder, aware I was close to overflow.

"Go... take... take it!" Tim bellowed triumphantly, as his divorced, incel dick delivered the masculine relief he needed. His gush was so powerful, he squirted out of my ass as he spurted, spraying ejaculate over my cheeks, still hot and throbbing from his excoriating. I was tired, aching all over from my sustained sodomy, and slumped down. Uncle Tim tottered to collapse on a stool.

"That's one well-bred bitch." Dad admired my overflowing asshole as he filmed the fecundity his friend's effusions, bubbling out my pussy and dribbling down my pretend, girly genitalia onto my thighs.

"Quick Daddy. I need you..." I rolled onto my back on the island worktop, lifting my legs up to rest my feet and splay my knees. I mouthed the word "pee" at him, ready to simulate and orgasmic, effusive squirt in homage to his magnificence. I know how much he wanted me to put on a dramatic display of squirting, to impress his friends with his prowess.

Which he did. Without ceremony, he hitched my knees over his shoulders to roll me back and lift my butt, ready to be buggered. One hand guided his massive cock towards my ruined wreck of a man-cunt, with the other he grabbed used the slave tether to snap my head up.

"Have your Daddy, bitch." He snarled, our faces so close his spittle flecked mine. He dropped the leash to let me fall back, his hand free to maul at my tits, curling the chain round his fingers to jerk it hard, searing it in the nub of my clit. "Take it all, bitch!" He growled, impaling me with a monstrous heave. As the power of his penetration lifted me off the workshop, geyser of ejaculate erupted from my snatch. His massive meat expelled the conjoined seed of his three friends, evacuating my ready for his insemination.

"Yes master, breed my pussy ass!" I squealed. Dad's body slammed against my perineum, the pressure made my bladder burn. His cock slurped in my cum-lubed pussy, bubbling and farting with each powerful penetration. I glanced round, at his three friends, all watching his magnificent display of powerful, possessive masculinity. It was such a joy to openly call him Daddy, whilst hiding our true kinship behind the sordid fantasy of the pretend 'uncles'.

"Fuck yes my Sissy, my little fucking pussy. Take it all, my bitch, mine ..." Dad rasped out a belittling stream of vile invective as he copulated with me. His breathing raced, and I recognised the signs his trigger point was close. Time for me to let go and display to his friends the full potency and passion of his procreation with his Sissy, born his son, but his babydoll by desire. Our debased, depraved, debauched desires.

"Oh, my darling Daddy I... I... I can't hold it, oh Daddy... oweeee...." I squealed with ecstasy and relief as I let my bladder go, just as he slammed into me. With a high-flying squirt, a jet of piss arced up, spraying onto my face, neck tits.

"My bitch belongs to Daddy! You, you are my, my... mine." Daddy gasped as with one last effort, he buried his enormous cock. Possessing his perfect little babydoll with the effusion of his sexual essence. Making me his, to have, abuse, defile and control, his bitch, his cunt reborn to be always receptive for him to express his masculinity into me.

"I love you Daddy, my Daddy." I whimpered, savouring my submission to his divine dominance. He glared at me, picked up the leash, and snapped my head up to his. His mouth brushed my ear.

"Well done, Son, Daddy's proud of you now, the son I always wanted." He whispered in my ear, words that made my heart soar with pure elation. Pushing me down, he slipped my knees off my shoulders and scrambled up onto the work top, proffering his cock at my mouth.

An inch from my face, I gazed at his cock, glistening and shimmering, covered in the ejaculate of the four men who has just sodomised me. I still craved show my devotion to my potent, priapic father.

"You are Daddy's girl." He smiled down at me, proud at last of his child, born a useless, simpering son, but perfected now as his babydoll.

"I love you, Daddy." I simpered as I guided the huge cock of this raging bull of a man into my mouth. Overjoyed to, at last, fulfil my obsession to be his doting, devoted and daughter. I could at last surrender to my compulsion to debase my soul, and defile my body, in devotion to every deviancy and depravity of his delicious debased desires.

I didn't want to be me, I needed to be his.