Please Note: This is a very unrealistic and immature fantasy which takes place in a world similar to ours but with some more advanced technology and completely different morals. For all purposes and intents, all characters are at least 18 years of age, even if they are described by older characters as being children. Sex is this world is very violent and almost superhuman.

Last Time: Dominique Sinclair, a sexy high school teacher, went to the home of a delinquent student to deliver his tardy homework. That student, Bobby Scagliotti, just happens to be the biggest, meanest stud to ever walk the halls of Wet Valley High School. They argue, they fight, they fuck, and by the next morning Bobby has a new bitch. Now, he is going to use her to manipulate the lives of three members of the school board: The chairman of the PTA, Veronica Lovegood, the mayor, Nathanial Burgundy, and the cheerleading coach, Jovanna Flores. Once they are defeated, Bobby plans to destroy Principal Tatiana Cox, the most dominant woman in Wet Valley, and put Dominique in her place.

CHAPTER 1

"So this is her house?" I asked, although I already knew it was. Veronica Lovegood lived in a big house on the nice side of town, the side of town where all the Republican votes came from. Her husband was some sort of hedge fund manager, they kind that made millions just from switching numbers around or some bullshit like that. I met him once or twice at PTA meetings. He wasn't very attractive, but with wealth like his I'd be sucking his dick right now if it got me a house like Veronica's.

"That's it . . . ugh, so good," Bobby said from my car's backseat. I looked back to see that my daughter's head was bouncing up and down in his lap like a basketball, nosily sucking at his giant eleven inch cock. Stupid little bitch. I knew I should have left her at home, but Bobby wanted to bring her along. Lily was going to be part of our ultimate plan to take over Wet Valley High School, and she had been fucking Bobby longer than I had, but it still pissed me off to see her on my master's dick.

I would just have to give Bobby one of my best ballbusting blowjobs later, to remind him that I was his bottom bitch, not my amateur daughter.

I had to admit, she did look cute though. She had her school uniform on, a surprisingly provocative little thing with a very short pleated skirt and a tight peach sweater that hugged her budding breasts invitingly. With her black hair done up in pigtails and her Asian features she was the very image of some pervert's fantasy. Bobby was hiking up her little skirt to get at her panties, which were probably soaked through. She started moaning in lustful pain on his cock as he began petting her cunt.

"How long do you think this'll take," he asked.

"PTA meetings like this are usually about an hour. That's an awfully long while for you two to be waiting in the car."

"Don't worry about us," Bobby smirked as he inserted one of his strong fingers into my daughter's sopping wet cunt, "I'm sure we'll be entertained. Just make sure you can figure out some way to get Veronica isolated with me. Invite her over to your house for dinner, or learn what she does on weekends. Rich bitches like her usually fill their time with stuff I can't get to, which makes it hard for me to seduce them, not that I have any actual trouble once the bitch is in my grip."

I smirked back, knowing he was right. Bobby could make sandpaper wet, or get a blowjob from a nun. He was quite simply the sexiest beast I had ever met, and I had spent most of my life dating at least two level 10 studs at the same time. Only a pussy-killer like Bobby could have raped me like he did, and now have me as his loyal cohort setting up a professional acquaintance of mine to be raped as well, all the while my daughter is sucking on his cock. Only Bobby.

"Try not to get any sex-stains on the leather," I said getting out of the car. No one would see them hopefully. My car's windows were tinted so black they were practically mirrors. I admired myself in them, pleased by the way my tight sexy suit looked painted on my long, athletic body. My tits are like two giant sex-bombs on a slender stick of dynamite, and my ass is an explosion of sexual suggestion. My long black hair trailed to my lower back and tickled the top of my perfect butt. My daughter Lily has nothing on me. I am sure that Bobby likes me more.

As I strutted down the long driveway to Lovegood's palace I imagined myself on a catwalk. The other teachers and parents could not help but look at me, some with looks of lust, others with sneers of jealousy. I looked back at a few, trying to remember all of their names, but it was hard because there were just so many of them. One father I remembered giving a blowjob to, and his wife did not seem pleased to see me. One of the mothers there had eaten my pussy at last year's homecoming dance. She gave me a smile, but I did not return it. She had not eaten my pussy nearly as well as her daughter had, but she didn't need to know that.

Coming into Lovegood's house I was almost stricken dead with envy. The place looked like something built by French royalty. All of the parents and teachers were gathering on the back patio, sitting in expensive designer furniture and enjoying the hot weather. I saw Lovegood there, walking by the pool and greeting all her guests. She was dressed conservatively in a long skirt and a pink blouse, but nothing could hide the generous motherly curves that attracted hungry looks from all the men. She had a big pair of tits that begged to be fondled, and a wide ass beneath a narrow waist. Her blonde hair was cut short, just around the ears, revealing two perfect diamond earrings. She was also wearing a pearl necklace, and I imagined what she'd look like with Bobby's pearl necklace, once he had ejaculated all over her fucked body.

I wanted to watch this bitch get raped.

"Dominique? Is that you?" Veronica Lovegood asked as she came over to meet me.

[You know it's me, you stupid cunt]. "Veronica! How nice to see you. It's been too long." [Not long enough, you fat bitch].

"Have you met my kids, Eric and Erica?" she asked, directing me to two attractive twins nearby. They got up and came over, a boy and a girl.

"No, I didn't realize you had kids." That was not good. Bobby's whole plan was to get Lovegood pregnant so we could blackmail her, and use her against Principal Cox. But if Lovegood wasn't horny for another baby (as was the rumor) she might not let Bobby knock her up. Her kids were pretty good looking too. The two were both blonde, like their mother, and even at 18 they were still pretty short. Eric, the boy, was shuffling his feet nervously as he stole glances at my tits, unable to look at my face. I immediately recognized him as a shy virgin, the kind that I could break like a toothpick. Erica, the girl, was the exact opposite. She was bubbling over with energy and friendliness, her giant blue eyes looking directly into my cold ones. She was dressed for tennis, and between her perky little tits and long legs I found myself wanting to see her raped as well.

The PTA meeting that followed was the most boring hour and a half of my life. It was all talk about budgets and new textbooks and all the same shit our shitty-ass school had to worry about every year. The reason I hadn't recognized Eric and Erica was because they went to a fancy private school up sate, which made me wonder how Lovegood got to be the chairwoman of our school's PTA. The position had probably been bought for her by her husband. He had given some sizable donations to the school, and he must have wanted another pet project for his sexy housewife.

I was a little interested when concerns were raised about how sexual Wet Valley High was. Our school had a nasty reputation for being a place where orgies, gangbangs, blowjob contests, and prostitution occurred on a daily bases amongst the senior class, which was all true. It was one of the few things I liked about our school, but I pretended to be as disgusted as some of the parents were, even though I had fucked a good number of their kids. One couple complained that their daughter had been coming home without her panties, and I almost laughed when I remembered that I had been the one taking them. She sat in the front row and never crossed her legs, so I took her panties as punishment at first, but now I just give her a good kick right in the cunt. Stupid slut walks funny now.

As the meeting came to an end and everyone left I made sure to stick around, hoping to talk one-on-one with Lovegood and learn something about her schedule, anything to help Bobby corner her someplace. Luckily Lovegood seemed happy that I was sticking around, and she brought out a bottle of champagne for us to share. As we drank we talked about the school, and Lovegood admitted that she felt a little overwhelmed, especially since she had no real connection to Wet Valley High.

I brought up the fact that her kids went to another school and she told me it was a boarding school that kept them for most of the year.

"Have you ever thought about having another one?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes. If she didn't want another baby Bobby and I were going to need to find another way of blackmailing her.

"Of course," she almost cried. "I want nothing more than to be a mother again. My kids spend so much time at school that every time I see them it's like they're different people. I've thought about adopting, and I know it's selfish, but I really enjoyed being pregnant. It's just that . . ."

"Are you having problems conceiving?"

Now she began to cry. Tears rolled down her face and her tits heaved with every sob. It was actually kind of sexy, but I'm a freak that way. Watching other people cry turns my on for some reason. She leaned her head against my shoulder and hugged me. My first instinct was to push her away because I didn't want her makeup getting on my expensive suit, but I tolerated it. This was my chance to get in good with her. Stupid, emotional whore.

"My husband has been so busy with his work that he doesn't have time for me anymore," she sobbed. "And no matter how hard we try I still haven't been able to get pregnant. I've been taking all kinds of fertility drugs but the doctors think it's Greg, that his sperm count is too low."

Figures, a hot bitch like this must be fertile as fuck. Her husband must be a total loser in the sack. "Oh, sweetie, have you thought about a sperm donor maybe?"

She sniffled. "No, Greg would be humiliated."

"Well," I said, wiping her tears away with a tissue. "Sometimes husbands need to be a little humiliated to equalize a marriage, especially if it means we can get something we want. My husband would never be able to stop me from getting a sperm donor." He couldn't stop me from getting filled up with Bobby's sperm last night, for example.

Just then I noticed that her pink blouse was wet, right around the nipples. "Holy shit," I exclaimed. "Are you lactating?"

She looked extremely embarrassed and she tried to cover the two big wet spots with her hands, but he winced in pain. Her tits must have been super sensitive. "It's a result of the drugs. They make my breasts very responsive, and I lactate uncontrollably sometimes. I'm sorry."

Curious and aroused I pulled her hands away. I could already see the outline of her nipples through her wet shirt and bra. "You don't have to be shy, Veronica. I'm your friend, I'd never judge you." I bet the stupid fucking cow believed me too. What a freak.

She smiled, pouting her fat pink lips. "Thank you Dominique, I really feel like I can trust you. Do you mind if I take my bra off? The pressure is really hurting me." Although by 'hurting' I am sure she meant 'arousing.' She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her pink blouse, freeing her large tits in their expensive lacey bra. One pinch of a clasp and the bra flung open, her two giant ripe melons bouncing forward for attention. Her nipples stood out much further than mine, and each was literally dripping with milk.

As she pulled the bra away my naughtiness got the better of me and a reached out to pinch one of her pink, pointy nipples; twisting it between my fingers. Instantly she moaned and kicked her legs out, almost breaking the glass coffee table. A long stream of warm milk shot out almost six feet and streaked across the floor and coffee table, watering a bouquet of flowers.

Once I realized what I had done I backed off, worried that I had just ruined my chances with her, but she didn't look angry at all. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was in a big circle. She was panting heavily and her whole body was vibrating a little. I realized that I had just given her an orgasm, and only from tweaking her nipple.

"Dominique . . . I'm . . . I'm sorry," she sputtered.

I shut her up by pulling her face into mine and sticking my tongue in her mouth, wrestling hers into submission as I ravished her face. Sometimes I enjoy kissing women more than men, especially women like Lovegood, because their lips are just so plump and ripe for kissing, like little sex-pillows. Her eyes were wide with shock as I licked the top of her mouth, but she didn't fight back. She wanted it.

I pushed her down on the couch before lowering my mouth to one of her big, milk-filled tits. I licked her nipple at first, only teasing it, but even that was enough to provoke a flow of milk that ran down her chest and formed a little pool in her cleavage. I began sucking hard, and she began moaning even harder. The cow was delicious.

Her nipple loudly popped out of my mouth as I came off it, sending a streak of milk across my face and glasses. I almost laughed. It was like sucking a dick that ejaculated prematurely. I brought my face back to Veronica and licked my lips. She looks scared, submissive, dominated. I hadn't felt this much power over anyone in a long time, not since Bobby had broken me the week before and made me his bitch. I was enjoying this.

I gave her another long, sloppy kiss, forcing her to taste her own milk. I ran my bare leg along her soft panties, rubbing up against her erect clit. She was as wet between her legs as she was on her chest. She was so horny and sex-depraved that she came again in seconds, stiffening under me before melting back into the couch, surrendering to me completely. If only I had a dick I could impregnate the bitch right now and be done with it. I considered going to get Bobby in the car and bringing him back to rape the shit out of her, but I wasn't in control of this situation. What if her husband came back? Her kids were still here too. No. I'd wait.

I leaned back and recomposed myself. After a few minutes of huffing and puffing deviously she got up to, refastening her wet shirt and pulling her skirt down. I was worried she would be awkward or even angry that I had just taken advantage of her, but she looked happy. Very happy.

"Wow," she gasped. "I needed that."

"Ever gotten it from a woman before?" I smirked.

"Not since college, but my roommates could have learned a thing or two from you. That was amazing."

"So you're not angry?"

"Angry? No. In fact I want to do it with you again. You're right about us wives needing to get something of our own once and a while. If my husband can't give me a baby than I at least deserve some good sex, and it's not really cheating if it's with another woman. Are you busy this weekend?"

"Nope, I'm all yours." [And you're going to be all Bobby's, you dumb cow].

"I was going to take the kids to our beach house over at Salty Cove. Greg is going to be out of town on business so I thought it would be fun to get away from the house. You could come with us, and bring your daughter along as well. Our beach house is huge. I'm sure we could find some time to . . . be alone."

Perfect! That was fucking perfect. She would be a sitting duck, just waiting to get pinned and fucked stupid by Bobby, who I would certainly be bringing along. "I'd love to," I said. "I haven't been to Salty Cove in years."

"Wonderful!" She leaned in and we kissed again, this time more like sisters and less like lesbian rapists. "I need to go get changed. I'll call you later about the details. This is going to be so much fun."

"You know it." I watched her saunter away up her house's magnificent staircase, which was like something from a movie. She gave me a sexy little smile and a good view of her big ass as she climbed the stairs. She wanted me, but I only wanted to use her against Principal Tatiana Cox, my archenemy. Cox ran Wet Valley High like her own personal brothel, pimping out her sexiest students for profit, and using the teachers like me as he personal sex slaves. I didn't want to stop her for justice or anything retarded like that, I wanted her job. I wanted to pimp out the school's cheerleaders, I wanted to use the football team as my own personal stud-harem. But Cox's position in the Wet Valley community was cemented by her supporters. Veronica Lovegood was an unwitting accomplice, but that didn't change the fact that to destroy Cox I would first need to destroy her.

There was the sound of arguing coming from upstairs. Veronica was arguing with her daughter, Erica. "Erica, you can't wear a swimsuit like that! It's far too provocative."

"But mmmmoooom," Erica whined. "All the girls are wearing thongs these days, and I want to look sexy when we go to Salty Cover. C'mon, don't be such a prude."

"I don't care what the other girls are wearing. I don't want my daughter dressing like a stripper."

"But I just bought it and the store I got it from doesn't do returns. Can I at least wear it here, you know, so I don't get tan lines."

I could hear Veronica grumbling angrily. "Fine, but don't let the gardeners see you it that . . . that floss. I'm paying them to work, not stare at my daughter's naked body. And be careful wearing that thing around Eric, I don't want him getting the wrong idea."

"Thanks . . . I guess." Erica came bounding down the stairs a few moments later as her mother went out of earshot. The little girl was wearing one of the most microscopic thong bikinis I had ever seen. It was a miracle the tiny little thing even stayed on her petite body. Two tiny triangles struggled to contain her budding breasts, and outlined her small nipples perfectly. The little triangle of material that covered her hairless pussy was just as small, and the mounds of her vulva were in perfect detail. Her body was out of this world as well. She was obviously an athlete, judging by her tight stomach and complete lack of body fat.

Then she saw me and gasped. "Mrs. Sinclair! I didn't know you were here." She tried vainly to cover herself, but her slender arms did nothing to stop me cold gaze scanning her from head to cunt.

I laughed and strutted over to her, my high heeled shoes clicking loudly against the marble floor. The top of her blonde head only came up to my chin, but I was pretty tall. I gave her a smoldering, domineering look. She trembled like a flower being blown in the wind.

"Are you shy?" I teased. "If you don't like being stared at why would you wear such a slutty little thing like that? You must want to show off that tight little body of yours."

She shivered. "Yeah, but . . . to boys."

I smirked. "Oh, sweetie. You are going to get just as many stares from women as you are from men. Some of them will be jealous of those perfect little tits you have, others will want to fuck you just as much as the men do."

Erica's hands lowered to her sides, revealing all of her tight little sex-package. She stood up a little straighter, proudly showing her young chest to me, but her face was still a little shy. Her cock-sucker lips pouted coyly. "Really? Women will think I'm sexy too?"
I smirked. Dumb bitch thought she was playing me, but I had broken a hundred girls like her before. I reached out and cupped one of her supple, young breasts in my hand and massaged it slowly. She gasped in surprise and stood up on her tippy toes, but she didn't move away. If anything, she leaned more into it. She looked up at me with her big, hungry blue eyes and her pink lips quivered. "Mrs. Sinclair . . . what are you doing?"

"Don't act like you don't know, bitch." My hand turned into a fist around her tit, and my long nails twisted cruelly around her little nipple, just like I had done to her mother, but much rougher. She squealed a little, equally from pain and pleasure. She was a natural born slut, I could tell, and from the feel of it I guessed that she had been experimenting at school with that other girls, but she was only use to pussy-play and gentle kisses. She had never been dominated by the likes of me before.

"Your mother's right," I said. "This bikini is too sexy for you. Take it off."

"What? No!" She was scarred, most of all by how wet I was making her.

I let go of her bruised tit and slapped her across the face. The loud smack echoed throughout the hall and I was worried that her mother Veronica would hear, but from somewhere upstairs I heard the sound of shower. "Shut up! You don't have the right to say 'no' to me. Now give me that bikini, you little cocksucker, before I strip it off you and plant my six-inch heels up your tight little cunt. Strip! Now!"

She was crying, but she submitted. She shyly undid the tiny top and it fell to the floor. Her tits were so pale that they almost disappeared into her skin, but the one I had roughed up was a darker shade of red and a little swollen. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her little thong and she slowly peeled it away from her dripping little honey-pouch. She was hesitating, but when she saw that I was ready to make good on my threat and kick her square in the clit she finished undressing. The thong fell to marble floor, a thin little hoop of material. She shivered before me stark naked, even though it wasn't cold at all. She was adorable, with her perfectly petite but athletic body and her golden blonde hair. She was a 10 out of 10, no doubt about it, but I wouldn't tell her that. I needed her to know that she was worthless, a piece of trash, like a used condom, and that only by being loyal to me could she be happy.

"Now pick it up and give it to me," my voice was cold and threatening.

She bent over, and above her back I could see her perky little ass sticking out. It looked absolutely edible. She stood back up and shyly handed me the tiny bikini. I smiled evilly and grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her into my chest and hugged her tightly. My large tits overpowered hers, and my hands gripped the soft globes of her ass and squeezed, pushing her tender cunt onto the hard muscles of my thigh. I leaned in and spread her lips open with my tongue, probing her mouth as I loudly moaned into her. She melted just like her mother did and I knew I had defeated her.

When I released she almost fell on her ass, she was so dizzy with arousal. Her cunt left a wet spot on my stockings but I didn't mind, although I could have used that as an excuse to torture her. I took the bikini and stuffed it into my cleavage, hiding the small amount of material between my mountainous tits. The smell of her pussy wafted up from the thong and aroused me, but I kept my hunger in check. Now was not the time to break her.

"Now run along," I told her. "And don't tell your mother about giving me your bikini, alright? You wouldn't want to make me angry. Ever."

Erica looked confused and hurt, like a child being denied candy. "But . . . do you want to come take a swim with me . . . or . . . come up to my room."

Stupid bitch was so horny she couldn't think straight. "No. I have to be going."

"But-"

SMACK!!! My hand cracked across her puffy lips and sent her spirally to the floor. Her bubble butt bounced off of the marble and she squeaked in pain. She looked up with such a look of utter fear that I almost came on the spot, but I held my pussy back. I stood over her, giving her a good view of my expensive thong panties as I towered over her, my sharp stiletto heels inches away from her body.

"Don't. Ever. Talk. Back. To. Me." I told her slowly. "I'm going to be vacationing with your family this weekend at Salty Cove. While we're there you are going to be my slave, understand? But your mother can never know of it. If you are good, I'll reward you by fucking you harder than any man or woman ever will again. I will give you pleasure that will transform you forever. But if you don't serve me well, or you tell your mother about his, I will never touch you or look at you again. This is your one chance to have the kind of sex that will determine the rest of your life, the kind that will make everything feel better from now on. If you miss it you will never feel the kind of pleasure I offer, and you'll grow up an old maid always wondering how much happier your life could have been. Understand?"

She nodded, her tear stained eyes wide with the fear of denial, but also the promise of intense sex. "Yes . . . yes mistress."

"Good." I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She whined a little but didn't protest. I gave her one last kiss, just to remind her how good I was at it, and then I slapped her on the ass so hard she jumped up. "Go cool off."

She galloped away to the pool like a wounded deer. I licked my lips as I watched her tight ass shake while she moved. I couldn't wait to get my tongue between those little cheeks, and whether she failed me or not, I was going to rape the shit out of her before giving her over to Bobby as a present. This was part of my other ultimate plan, not only to overthrow Principal Cox with Bobby's help, but also to make Bobby fall in love with me. I figured if I could offer him up all the prime pussy he could fuck, he would have to choose me over his other dozens of regular sluts. Erica was nothing more than a gift for Bobby, to be fucked and discarded like a box of tissues.

Satisfied with what I had done I walked out of Veronica's massive house. The sun was almost about to set and the driveway was empty except for my car at the end, in which I knew my daughter was probably still getting her brains fucked out by Bobby as he waited for a status report.

Then I noticed that there was someone hiding in the bushes just to my right, directly beneath one of the massive windows that looked into the house. I pretended not to see him at first, moving a little closer, then I plunged my arms down and caught the peeping tom and flung him onto the walkway. He landed with a heavy thud, loud enough that I knew I winded him. It was Eric, Veronica's cute little son and Erica's twin brother. He looked panicked and scarred, and in his hand was one of the smallest cocks I had ever seen. It didn't even deserve to be called a cock, it was more of a weenie teeny wiener, and even fully erect it must have been less than five inches. He was even smaller than my husband.

"What were you doing, you little shit?" But I knew what he was doing. He had been jerking off as he watched me suck his mother's tits, and then as I broke his twin sister. He had seen everything, and now he could have ruined everything.

"I didn't see anything, I swear," he lied. He was a terrible liar. The fact that he had to say that he hadn't seen anything proved he saw everything, and the perfectly erect little pencil betrayed how aroused he was. Part of me just wanted to kill him, to stick his neck between my legs and snap it like a twig, but not only would that ruin my chances with her mother, I'd probably get arrested. I had nowhere to hide the body anyway.

I decided upon a strategy. At first I acted all sweet, even a little horny, just to get him interested. I kneeled down in a way that revealed my violet panties to him, and I began massaging his tiny swollen balls. "Oh, poor little boy, did I hurt you."

"N-no," he stuttered. My hand was already arousing him.

"Oh, I'm so glad. I'd hate to bruise a sexy little stud like you." I was leaning over now, giving him a big view of my cleavage and of his sister's swimsuit which was stuck there. "Do you understand what you saw?"

He nodded, writhing in pleasure from my gentle handjob.

"Well," I smirked, "that's too bad." I began crushing his tiny balls in my fist. He squirmed and tried to get away but I was infinitely more powerful than him. I held his balls to the point of popping them, but never went too far. "If you tell your mother what I did with your sister, or tell you sister what I did with your mother, or tell anyone anything, I am going to rip your balls off. I will cut your sack open and fry your testicles in olive oil before feeding them to your family. I will drug you and take you to my ex-boyfriend, who is a plastic surgeon, and he'll perform a sex change operation on your little dick. You'll be a pretty little slut like your sister, and then I'll pimp you out to the most violent, most big-dicked gangsters I can find. Would you like that? Would you like becoming some big black man's little white bitch?"

He shook his head, terrified of me.

"Good. So you'll keep that little cocksucking mouth of yours shut, won't you faggot?"

But then he surprised me. "Have sex with me."

I almost laughed. I almost broke is balls too. "Excuse me."

"I want the same offer you gave my sister. If I do what you say and keep quite you'll have sex with me." He looked at me defiantly. He was cute, in a pretty boy sort of way, and he had the same big blue eyes his sister had. Too bad he had a small dick. Cock size was very important to me, not quite as much as general good looks, but I had fucked plenty of ugly men just because I heard they knew how to kill a pussy.

I was actually a little impressed by how the little faggot stood up to me. I smiled and I let go of his balls. I stood up and then I helped him get to his feet. He was about as tall as his sister, the top of his head only coming to my chin. I gave him a sexy, sympathetic look, and I leaned over to kiss him. He excitedly leaned in to kiss me back.

WHACK!!! But then my knee came up and crushed his tiny junk into his hip bone, lifting him several inches off of the ground. He would have fallen over, but I didn't let him. He wrapped my arms around his waist, my tits smothering his face, and I brought my knee up into his balls three more times in rapid succession, each time harder than the last. When I let go he fell to his knees, gasping desperately in pain, drool oozing from his mouth.

I grabbed him by the hair and arched his neck back. Then I brought my heel down on his little cock, hard enough to hurt him more but not hard enough to break it. My heel would have gone through his cock like a nail through wood.

"Listen you worthless, dickless shithead!" I scolded him. "I don't fuck losers like you. Ever! And I'm not going to be blackmailed by one either. You are going to keep your mouth shut or everything I promised you will come true. I am going to rape your mother and then I am going to rape your sister, and If you're lucky I'll let you watch. Understand?"

"Yes!" he painfully moaned, clutching at my leg trying to get it off his dick. His efforts were futile though. My leg was more powerful than his entire body.

"Good. And if we have to have this conversation again I will pop one of your balls." I let my leg up and he cried in painful relief. His tears were running down my leg, right where his sister's pussy-stain was. I could have left him like that, but just to be a bitch I slammed my ass into his face. The hard muscle of my butt struck him like a fist and he fell back, rolling back into the dirt and the bushes. Something I did to him must have set him off too, because his little cock was erupting with tiny strings of white semen, most of it landing on him.

"Faggot." I left him there, trying to fit his swollen purple balls back into his shorts as I returned to my car. When I opened the door a wave of heat and sexual aroma enveloped me. My car stank of sex. Inside Bobby and my daughter Lily must have just been finishing up. Their clothes were all scattered around, and I was happy to see that Bobby had been using my daughter's school uniform to mop up their pools of sexual release. My daughter was naked and sweating like a race horse, her chest and fact plastered with thick globs of semen. Bobby was stroking is still hard monster, trying to calm it down a little before he lost control of it. A steady stream of hot white man-milk was still dripping from his apricot-sized head, and onto my daughter's white blouse.

"How'd it go?" he asked

I would have answered but my slutty little daughter interrupted me with her sex-crazed moaning. "Mommy! Bobby . . . Bobby fucked me so hard. I can't . . . I can't feel my legs." Her pussy was gushing like a broken fire hydrant, and even though her sweater was under her to soak it up her juices were still getting everywhere.

"Shut the fuck up, okay honey," I took Erica's bikini from between my tits, balled it up, and then I rammed it into my daughter's gushing cunt, plugging it up so her juices wouldn't leak onto my leather seats. She was still very sensitive and when my fingers left her pussy she came again, hard and painfully. It was enough to make her pass out and she collapsed into a series of silent spasms, her tongue hanging out like a dog's.

"It went great," I told Bobby as I buckled my safety belt, licking my fingers clean of my daughter's sexual lather. "But we need to get to the mall for some swimsuit shopping. We are going to the beach this weekend."

CHAPTER2

That night was one of the most sexually frustrating nights of my life. More than frustrating, it was painful. After a whole day of teasing and molesting Veronica Lovegood's entire family I needed to get fucked, and I needed it bad. I had been hoping that Bobby would fuck me in the shopping mall when we went looking for swimsuits, but he ended up going into the back with the twenty year old slut who worked the counter. Even through the concrete wall I could hear Bobby tearing her open. After about twenty minutes he came out, zipping up his pants, and told me that we could just take whatever we wanted from the store. Since I wasn't getting any cock I treated myself to a dozen or so of the most expensive, more risqué swimsuits I could find. Bobby chose out of few speedos, but it was hard to find anything that could comfortably accommodate his eleven inches of thick destruction. Luckily some parts of Salty Cover were clothing optional, at least they were when I visited there as a teenager.

I didn't get anything for Lily, she'd have to wear the itty-bitty thong I took from Erica.

Driving home almost resulted in several crashes because every time I shifted my legs on the gas I almost burst out into a much needed orgasm, my inflated cunt was that sensitive. Bobby wasn't helping either as he sat in the back seat absently stroking his dick, waving it just beyond my reach. Lily was still knocked out, and although I am sure Bobby would have had no problem fucking her while she was unconscious he instead just jacked it.

I was sure that when we got home he'd command me to undress and please him, or he'd just strip me naked and rip me apart like a paper bag, like the first time we fucked. Besides, Lily was still so zonked out that she stumbled back into the house naked, her legs shivering violently, and she didn't even recognize the place. But instead of even looking at me he just yanked on one of my daughter's pigtails and led her upstairs to her room, from which the sounds of sexual frenzy bordering on attempted murder came from a few minutes later.

That night I as I lay in bed next to my husband I could still hear the never ending cries of passionate, painful sex echoing through the hall as Bobby continued to break my daughter's tight box into shape for his massive package. Occasionally I could hear Lily yell "Mommy," or "Daddy," and "Help," but both my husband and I did nothing to interfere. We both knew by know that Bobby was the master of the house, a fact that I was perfectly happy with, but one my husband was having trouble adopting to, considering that he had bought the house with his money years ago.

It had been a week ago that Bobby had come to live with us, ostensibly as my poor, unfortunate student who could no longer afford living alone, but that was bullshit. Mark came home to find his daughter on the floor, naked and plastered with semen, while I was on my knees choking on Bobby's pulsing cock as it pumped another load down my throat. Mark had always been my little submissive cuckold, even on our honeymoon I spent more time getting double-teamed by island boys than I spent with him at all. But bringing Bobby home to live with us went further than I had ever gone before, and Mark had tried to fight back. He yelled at me and told me to kick Bobby out, or he would divorce me and take Lily away.

Bobby and I had spent the rest of that night disciplining my husband. I tied him up and tortured his balls until they were black and blue, and then I made him watch as Bobby destroyed me on our marriage bed. Mark has been submissive ever since then.

"That boy's a freak of nature," my husband moaned, lying next to me as Lily's screams reverberated through the walls.

"He's a god," I corrected Mark. To emphasize my point I reached over and gave his average cock a nice hard squeeze, just to remind him which of us was in charge. He was hard. I guess listening to our daughter being fucked to death was turning him on too.

I was so horny that my body was overheating. I had already stripped off all of my clothes and kicked down my sheets. Now I was lying naked, drenched in sweat, as every muscle is my athletic body cried out for Bobby's touch. My breasts were so stiff that it hurt to breath and the nipples felt hard enough to cut through glass. In the darkness of our room every curve of my figure shone with erotic radiance, and my head ached with sexual fog. I needed to get fucked.

I grabbed Mark's boxers and ripped them apart with my nails, viciously clawing them like a deranged lioness. My husband's unimpressive cock stood at full attention, and even though I knew it would prove an unsatisfying meal I was simply too starving to overlook it. I crawled on top of him, my wet cut gliding smoothly over his frail torso, before finally settling over his dick. I sat down, and despite his underwhelming size I almost climaxed immediately. All six inches slid in, every inch heightening my hypnotic condition. I felt like I was entering into another state of consciousness, and my body was melting away into a warm of ocean of sex.

I rode on top of Mark like a wild woman, slamming into him with enough force to shake our giant bed back and forth across the room. The headboard began banging against the wall, chipping away at the paint, and every piece of furniture in the room shook like an earthquake was taking place.

Mark looked up at me like I was an angel descending from heaven, or at least he did at first. I began fucking him harder than he could take. He cock slapped back and forth beneath my powerful thighs, often popping out of my ravenous pussy before I'd reposition myself and slam it back in. I grabbed onto the headboard for stability, and then I really began to fuck with all my strength. Mark was being slid back and forth like a wet mop, grunting in pain as my free hand cut into his week flesh.

"Domi, stop!" he cried. "Slow down!"

"Fuck you!" I yelled back, spitting on him. No matter how hard I fucked him, no matter how fast I slid over his dick, I just couldn't push myself over the edge I needed to get over. I couldn't cum. "C'mon," I screamed. "Fuck me you piece of shit!" I was crying.
Mark came. I felt his pathetic dick squirt out its few dollops of weak, watery fluid before he started to go soft. I was nowhere near finished though. I kept fucking him, even when his flaccid tool wouldn't stay in any more, I kept fucking. Finally he pushed me back, weakly pawing at my sore tits, and slipped out from under me. He crawled off the bed and retreated to our bathroom, clutching his bruised, inadequate equipment.

I fell to the bed crying as I found myself stuck at the perch of sexual release without being able to fall. I stuck both of my hands down to my cunt and started stroking it, slapping it, even punching it as I tried to kill the monster that Bobby had bred in me. I gripped my cunt with both hands in an imitation of Bobby gripping his baseball bat penis. Just then I heard Bobby yelling from Lily's room. "I'm cuuummmmiiiinngggg!!! Take it you bitch!!!"

I imagined that he was talking to me, that I was the bitch being impaled by him, and that mental image, the memory of Bobby's perfect body looming over me, finally sent me over the edge. My orgasm broke through in a silent scream as every muscle in my body exploded. My back arched off the bed so radically that I was worried my spine would snap, and my pussy exploded with streams of cunt-water.

I don't know how long my orgasm lasted but when I finally came down from it my room looked a lot different. My bed was broken, but it was hardly the first. All of my sheets were ripped apart as if a bunch of tigers had savaged it, and many of my framed pictures were broken. The mattress around me was soaked. I ejaculated so much that I lost weight.

It was an amazing orgasm, but I knew it was nothing compared to what Bobby could do to me. As I drifted off to sleep, my body quivering with aftershocks of orgasmic ecstasy, I dreamt of Bobby and me being together, with Veronica Lovegood on her knees licking up my puddles of sex.

This was going to be a good weekend.

CHAPTER 3

My jaw almost dropped when I saw the Lovegood's summer house on the shore of Salty Cove, a popular beach community. Veronica's summer house was better than my actual house. It was three stories tall, right on the beach, and as I rounded the corner I saw what must have been a large swimming pool hidden within a wide row of tall hedges. Never could my cuckold husband and I afford such an amazing place, not unless I managed to take Principal Cox's job and inherit all of her illegal businesses. I was more jealous of Veronica than ever before. It was going to be so good to break her.

And there she was, Veronica Lovegood, standing in the driveway waving to us. She was wearing a conservative but still stylish white one-piece swimsuit, but her hips and legs were covered by a flowing yellow sarong that almost matched the color of her short blonde hair. She looked positively giddy to see me, stupid bitch.

Her kids were there too. Erica was dripping wet and shining in the early afternoon sun, wearing only a red one-piece and a pair of flip-flops. Even though her swimsuit was very conservative it still hugged the elegant curves of her sexually maturing young body. She looked just as excited as her mother to see me, which could be a problem if either of them caught on.

Eric was there too, in board shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. He was a cute little boy, I'll give him that, but too bad he's such a short-dicked bitch. He might be fun to play with, but I'd never let a pathetic loser like him actually fuck me. Maybe Lily would give him a pitty-fuck. He needed it.

When I stepped out of the car it was their jaws that dropped. I was already in my swimsuit, which was the most risqué and revealing thing I owned. It was a black sling-shot bikini that narrowed into an almost nonexistent thong as it disappeared into the valley of my muscular ass. My big firm tits were barely held in place by the two v-straps, both of which were transparent enough for my nipples to stand out as two darker circles in the mesh. Other than that the only thing I was wearing was some jewelry and a pair of sharply angled sunglasses.

I was very satisfied with the Lovegood's reaction. Erica was practically drooling when she saw me and her little chest was beating like a frightened bird's. I was sure if she was not already dripping wet there would have been a damp spot between her shivering legs. Veronica was absolutely shocked and I could tell that she wanted to chase me away and cover children's eyes, but instead she just stood there clutching her left breast. Her look of shock eventually turned to one of hunger and even admiration. I could tell that she was hot for my body, and she admired that I was daring enough to show it off. Eric looked like he was ready to pop in his little shorts, which was so uncool.

Then my daughter stepped out of the car and she got another slew of shocked reactions. Lily was wearing Erica's red micro-thong bikini that looked as if it were painted on. The only thing else she had on were a tiny pair of Levi daisy-dukes that had been cut so short they were practically a thong themselves, and most of her tight little ass was completely bare. Erica was completely shocked when she recognized her stolen bikini on another girl's body. Veronica was likewise shocked that I'd allow my daughter to wear such a slutty ensemble, but luckily she didn't say anything yet. Eric was even closer to losing his little nut.

And then my secret weapon stepped out of the car: Bobby Scagliotti. He was actually the least clothed of all of us, wearing only a black speedo swimsuit that was strained to the point of bursting as it tried to contain his large package, effectively pushing the speedo down so far that the top of his genital area showed. He body was completely hairless and perfectly defined as if her were a bronze statue.

The Lovegood's looked like they could have all been knocked over with a feather at that point. Erica's expression was unmistakable, I had seen it on the face of every teenage girl at my school. She looked at Bobby as if he were God himself, or the Devil. Whichever made her hornier. The look on Veronica's face was almost sad, probably because she was just now realizing how absolutely low on the sexual totem-pole her husband was. The difference between Bobby and her husband was the difference between a nuclear warhead and a cherry-bomb. Even Eric was hypnotized by the superior male, but men always were more fixated with cock size than women were. Faggots.

"Veronica, so good to see you," I said excitedly, knowing that I had to master the conversation now if I was going to keep everything on track. I strutted over and gave her a big hug, squeezing our large breasts and warm skin together. I even leaned in to kiss her, not like friends, but like horny lovers. Her lips parted instinctually and our tongues touched for a moment before she pulled back, aware that her children were watching.

"Dominique, I'm . . . I'm so-"

"And this is my daughter Lily," I said pointing to my naked little slut of a daughter, "and this is Bobby. He's staying with us for a while (not a great family situation)." I watched her eyes glide over Bobby's muscular body before finally settling at the enormous tube-steak he was smuggling. I could feel her shivering in my arms. This was going to be easier than I thought.

"Nice to meet you," Veronica nervously stuttered. "This is my daughter Erica and my son Eric."

"Hey!" Eric excitedly approached my daughter, although he she clearly out of his league. "I guess we'll be hanging out this weekend. Cool, huh?"

"Whatever." my daughter wouldn't even look directly at him.

"Um . . . hi," Erica nervously approached Bobby, like a lamb drawn to a hungry lion. Bobby was taller than her, but not nearly as tall as me, and he muscular body looked like it could have crushed little Erica with a twitch, and she looked like she wanted exactly that. She kept looking down at his crotch.

Bobby just gave her a knowing smile. He was going to fuck her stupid. It was decided.

"So," I continued, letting my hand smoothly trail down to her plump ass, "why don't Eric and Erica show Lily and Bobby the beachfront. That'll give you and me some time to . . . settle down."

Veronica's lower lip trembled as she smiled. "Um, yeah. Kids, why don't you show Lily and Bobby all the local spots. It shouldn't take too long, Salty Cove's beach front is pretty small."

Erica never took her eyes off of Bobby's hard body. "Yeah. Sure."

"Awesome," Eric agreed, practically drooling over my daughter.

I watched the four of them trot off in nothing but their swimsuits and flip-flops, remembering my own high school days at Salty Cove when I scarcely wore anything more than sunscreen. It was hard to keep my eyes off of Bobby's ass, but Erica had a cute little butt herself. She nudged up as close to him as possible, almost reaching out to take his hand. I would not at all be surprised to see her come back later with a limp walk and the stupid, blissful expression of a slut you just had her brains fucked out.

Eric kept trying to do the same with Lily, even reaching out to take her arm, but she just started walking faster. I wouldn't be surprised to see him walking funny later too, but in his case it would be because my daughter had broken his balls.

As soon as they were out of sight I retook Veronica in my arms and gave her a tight hug, mashing out tits together and squeezing her ass with my hands. "Now that we're alone," and I leaned in to slather the inside of her mouth with my tongue. This time she submitted to it, and she almost melted in my arms as I pushed her body into mine.

"Show me inside," I commanded. She nodded her head silently with a horny sleepy look and led me inside by my hand. The beach house was very nice and modern in design. Most of the first floor was just a big living room with an entire wall of windows that overlooked the beach. There was also a big deck with a large pool and a hot tub.

Feeling rather bold, I hooked my thumbs through the top straps of my sling bikini and flung it down, letting the entire swimsuit fall to my ankles. I was standing in her living room completely naked and glistening as I stretched my back, sticking my large breasts out to her eye level. She smiled in aroused shock as she looked me over, still coming to grips with her newly provoked lesbian urges.

"Dominique," she gasped, "what if someone sees you?"

"Parts of Salty Cove are still clothing optional. What does it matter?"

"Yeah, but not this part. This is where all of my friends from the country club come to vacation. I don't let my kids go to the parts you're talking about."

I moaned as I stretched out in the hot light of the sun. "Why not. Being naked feels free. You should be naked right now, actually. Take your suit off."

She covered her large breasts with her arms, smiling shyly. "Dominique, I--" but I wasn't asking. I bounced on her and kissed her again, pushing her to the floor as I clawed at her conservative swimsuit. She moaned and gasped in satisfied submission as I took control of her. I pulled the top straps down and her large breasts bounced out, her nipples poking upward for freedom. She giggled as I brought my mouth down and licked them, but then she cried when I started biting them. I wasn't finished yet, and I stood up as I peeled the suit completely free from her pale white body. She flopped to the ground and jiggled as I stood over her, licking my lips and caressing my erect clit. I grabbed her by the hair and brought her face to up to my cunt, pressing her lips against mine. She didn't need to be told what to do. She started lapping at my pussy like she was starving to death. I moaned in pleasure as she ate me, even though she really wasn't that good. I could tell I was her first pussy since college.

I let go of her hair and she fell back to the ground, her face smeared with my pussy-honey. I crawled on top of her and we began to kiss again as I glided my naked, sweaty body over hers, producing a series of smacking sounds every time our breasts struck each other. When her nipples began to spout more streams of warm milk I knew she was ready to cum.

I repositioned myself between her legs so that our pussies were touching, then I locked my legs into hers, roughly taking control of her. I propped myself up on my hands to gain leverage while she was still on her back, weighed down by the thick sexual fog taking over her mind. I started to grind our pussies together, producing even more wet slapping sounds as I slowly increased the tempo. Veronica looked up at me with wide blue eyes, filled with arousal and fear, as her next orgasm began to build up. She was trying to talk, possibly wanting to tell me what a goddess I was and/or how much she loved me, but the things I was doing to her clit made it impossible for her to speak. She just moaned and writhed beneath me, scraping at the floor with her nails as she began to lose control.

I was close to losing control myself. I was surprised by how much I was dripping as I felt my own intense orgasm building up inside every muscle of my body. I started to grind in to her faster, rougher because now this wasn't just about softening her up for Bobby; I needed to get off as well. I hadn't planned on it this way. I hated this bitch, I wanted to ruin her life, but I had to admit that this chubby white bitch was starting to grow on me.

This realization made me angry though, so I started hitting her pussy with my hips like I was trying to bash it to death, but this only brought us both closer to orgasm. Her stupid mouth gaped open like a dead fish and I saw her blue eyes roll back. Hot sprays of milk shot out from her erect nipples and her whole body began to shutter like she was having a seizure. Then her pussy popped like a water balloon and drenched the lower half of my body. When she started screaming I came too, my clit was so hard and erect that I was practically fucking her with it, but that feeling wasn't enough. I unwound my body from hers and climbed on top of her face, lowering my crotch right above her screaming face.

"Eat me, you fucking bitch!" I screamed, completely unable to control myself. For all I knew I was ruining my chances with her. This was probably her first time having truly hard sex, and I knew the way it could turn off some people, but the only thing I cared about right then was my own needs.

I started grinding my tight snatch over her fat peachy lips, and I felt it melt like butter on her willing tongue. She was doing it, she was performing cunnilingus like a depraved lesbian, although she wasn't very good at it. I helped her along by fingering my clit until I felt my floodgates begin to open, and when they did I almost drowned her in my release. I shook and screamed as I continued to ride her face, raping her mouth, as my muscles tightened up to the breaking point. Finally, after almost a minute of pure climax, I came down and I fell off of her. She gasped desperately for air, gurgling my juices, and for a few minutes we just lay there next to each other, bathing in our a pool of a sexual fluids and sweat.

Finally she spoke. "Oh, Domi . . . yes."

I smirked. Bobby was going to like this bitch. "I hope you weren't offended by me taking control like that. It happens sometimes when I'm on the edge."

Her hands found my body and she started groping. "No. God, no. I wish my husband fucked my like that. I loved it. Did I . . . did I do good for you?"

Although it took all of my energy I managed to roll over her kiss her. Our lips weakly wrestled as my sloppy spit spilled into her mouth. Her breath reeked of my cunt. "You were perfect." I kissed her deeply again, our sensitive tits mashing into each other. "So your husband doesn't take control in the bedroom? What's your sex like?"

She looked away shyly. I smirked. Stupid bitch had a faggot for a husband.

"You know, there are plenty of sexy young studs with big, hard dicks around here. Any one of them would probably kill just to get a chance with a hot milf like you. Would you like that? Would you like to get your brains fucked out?"

Veronica gasped beneath me and looked embarrassed. "What? No! I would never cheat on my husband!"

I rolled my eyes at the dumb bitch before kissing her again. "What do you thing we just did, sweetie?"

"But . . . my husband gave me permission."

Holy shit. She told her husband about me. "Excuse me?"

She wouldn't look me in the eyes. "After . . . after we played with each other at my house I told my husband. I am not the kind of woman who cheats on her husband. I am not an adulterer. But he wasn't mad, he actually became . . . aroused. He hadn't had an erection like that in years, even with the drugs."

Well of course he fucking did, I thought. He was a man. Any man would get hard at the thought of a goddess like me having sex with his retarded wife.

"We've had trouble conceiving, you know, but that night we had sex three times. He ejaculated more in that one night than he has in almost a year. He told me that the thought of you and me being together for a whole weekend made him more aroused than anything, and when it's over I'll have stories to fuel our sex-life. I'm sorry."

I couldn't believe it. I was here to use her to gain leverage against Principal Cox, but now I realize this fat bitch was the one using me. I wanted to slap her. I wanted to bash her pretty face in. I wanted to shove my fist up her cunt until my elbow touched her clit, but I held back. I could still work this situation to my advantage.

I kissed her again, lovingly, but all I could think about was choking her to death. "Don't be sorry. Anything I can do to help," I said with a big, sexy smile.

"Oh, Domi, I love you." She kissed me with renewed energy and wrapped her legs around my waist. We didn't have the energy for another round of sex but we still lost ourselves in each other's bodies for the next hour or so. All the while she moaned like a lovesick teenager and kept whispering into my ear what an amazing friend I was, promising that we would do this with each other every chance we could find. I whispered that I loved her too, but all the while I was imagining what her stupid face was going to look like with Bobby's monster cock up her fat ass, or what her crying would sound like as he destroyed her womb with a blast of his superhuman essence. I wanted Veronica to watch as I fucked her little daughter and tamed her to be my newest bitch, and I wanted Veronica to watch as I humiliated her son by fucking him up the ass with the biggest, blackest dildo I owned.

This weekend was only getting started.

CHAPTER 4

"I wish I had your bravery," Veronica complemented me as we got out of the shower. "You look absolutely amazing in that thong. Like something in a magazine."

I was slipping on my sling bikini, the black one with the mesh material that left the outline of my nipples completely visible. The elastic material barely kept my melon sized tits restrained, and it disappeared down the crack of my ass. The only magazine something like this would show up in would be a pornographic one.

"Thanks. You could wear one like this too. You have the body for it." I was being honest. Veronica had a body that begged for sex. I admired her as she toweled off, cleaning up the last of sexual sheen we had worked up an hour earlier. I wanted her again.

She smiled shyly. "No, I'm way too inhibited for that. Greg and I have a lot of friends who vacation here and I can't imagine what they'd say if they saw me strutting around in a piece of string that barely covered my breasts. Besides, I don't even one a bikini. I only own one-pieces."

I smirked as I reached out to stroke her wet blonde hair. "You could barrow one of mine. Come on." I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the steamy bathroom. She dropped the towel and timidly covered her tits as I led her naked past the houses many windows. She was obviously worried someone was going to get a peek at her, but she was excited as well.
"Here, I think this one would be perfect for you." I rummaged through my suitcase that was still in the living room, careful not to let Veronica see the arsenal of dildos, cuffs, and other sex toys I had brought along. She was going to see them soon enough, but not until it was too late. The bikini I withdrew was one I only wore on special occasions for the school's PE teacher, Simon Washington. Simon was a big, handsome black man, exactly the kind I liked to fuck when I really wanted to piss of my husband. Simon had a jungle/cave-girl fetish, which was the reason he had bought me this bikini. It was a tiny little jaguar print thong that barely contained anything, just like all my swimsuits. I'd wear it and run around Simon's house, pretending it was the jungles of South America, and he'd chase after me before fucking my mind out. The tiny triangle that covered the crotch was a little crunchy from all the semen that it had been soaked in, but I still handed it to Veronica.

"Put it on," I instructed.

She held the tiny strings in front of her as if wondering where the rest of it was. "Domi . . . I can't. There's no way."

I was pretty confident by now that my hold on Veronica wasn't going to be jeopardized by some rough play, so I reached out and twisted one of her nipples, squeezing out a few drops of milk in the process.

"I said put it on," I demanded more forcefully now.

Her expression wavered between confusion and a little bit of fear, but she pouted in submission and began tying the little thing onto her curvaceous body. Her hips and ass were a lot thicker than mine, which forced the flimsy leopard print to stretch near to breaking. The top was equally tight and her large tits spilled over the tiny triangles a little. She looked unbelievably sexy standing there like some porno version of a female Tarzan, and a snickered as I imagined Simon or Bobby hunted her down to claim her pussy. Bobby was going to love me for giving him this juicy bitch, but I wonder if I'd be able to do things with her after that. Maybe I could pimp her out. I know Simon would pay big bucks to stick his ebony ramrod up this rich white woman's fat ass.

"You look delicious," I told her. "Now let's get lathered up in sunscreen and hit the town. I want you to show me around."

"She you around?" she quivered. "Dressed like this? I couldn't. What will my friends say when they see me?"

I found a bottle of sunscreen and I squeezed out a big load into my hands. It made me think of Bobby. "They'll say 'wow, look at that sexy bitch. I want to fuck her,' or something like that." Without asking a reached out and began running my hands all over Veronica's body, spreading the sunscreen over every inch of her voluptuous form. She shook in sexual pleasure despite herself.

"But . . . can I at least wear a shirt or a sarong or something, right."

"Nope," I said squeezing her tits. "No shirts, no sarongs. You can take your flip-flops and a pair of sunglasses, but nothing else."

She looked around helplessly, as if expecting to find some excuse not to walk around in public totally naked. "But . . . what will I carry my money in?"

I laughed before giving he another wet kiss. "Sweetie, with tits and asses like ours why would we need money?"

CHAPTER 5

Walking down the main street of Salty Cove was a little disappointing. I had expected it to be like the old days when I was a teenager, but it had apparently grown rather boring. I remember coming here in high school knowing that I wouldn't have to walk more than two blocks to get the hardest drugs and the hardest studs the world had to offer, and I spent most of my summer's saturated with weed, cocaine, ecstasy, and semen. teens and adults walked around in the street totally nude and often fornicated in public. I remember once seeing a female police officer getting fucked doggy-style over the roof of her car by a big negro she had just arrested. It had been that kind of town.

But now it looked more mellow, almost boringly so. There were still plenty of young cuties strutting about. Yong girls in thong bikinis and studs in board shorts, and there were a few topless women on the beach, but the rampant culture of sex and drugs was completely absent. It almost made me a feel a little foolish being out in my pornographic sling-bikini, but the constant looks of lust and jealousy I received kept me encouraged. Veronica on the other hand was completely humiliated as she clung to me like a scared little girl in nothing more than a few ounces of jaguar print material.

I led Veronica around town like a bitch on a leash, pulling her by the hand to every crowded public place I could find. She vainly tried to cover up her near nakedness, but her ass and tits were simply too large and bare to cover up with her hands. She was probably wearing more sunscreen than swimsuit, and what little material covered her large nipples was at this point practically transparent from sweat.

We caused quite a commotion as the eyes of every boy and man in Salty Cove became glued to us, and more than once a young man would shudder as a dark, sticky wet spot would suddenly appear on the front of his swimsuit. Women snarled and sneered, but more than a few had their own wet spots growing between their legs as well.

For what it was worth, Veronica and I were not the only thong-clad attention-whores on the strip that day. Salty Cove had obviously become more of a 'family friendly' place than it was in my youth, when drugs and sex happened right on the street, but I still saw my fare share of naughtiness. The beach was dotted with nude sunbathers, and in a few alleys I was sure I heard the telltale sounds of a young lovers fucking like little animals.

"Domi," Veronica whined. "Can't we go somewhere more private?" By now her tits were dripping with a thin sheen of sweat and sunscreen lotion, causing her large, puffy nipples to almost slip out from beneath their useless coverings. Her large ass was hovering inches away from a young man seated on a park bench, and he had a surprisingly large erection showing through his pants, much to the dismay of his mother sitting next to him. The attractive woman tried to press her sons thick pole down, as if it would just go away, but she misjudged and pushed him over the edge. A thick strand of young semen shot out of the boy's shorts and coated Veronica's calf. The mother looked ready to feint when I scraped my finger along the white, sticky strand on brought it up to my mouth.

"You son's delicious," I whispered to her. "You should try him sometime." She feinted then.

"Dominique! Can we please go somewhere private! Boys are literally creaming themselves on me!"

I pulled her in and kissed her deeply, letting her taste what was left of the young stud's seed. "Sure. I know a perfect little spot."

That was the plan though. There was a small, hidden little stretch of beach not far away that I had gone to as a horny teenager for one reason: to watch people fuck. The small cove was a favorite spot of young lovers, horny locals, and even a few anonymous hookups. The best part was those not participating could watch everything from a bundle a higher ledge that was hidden behind a curtain of bamboo. It was a pervert's dream come true. Some days I'd lay down my towel behind the bamboo and diddle myself all day as I watched the sex going on below, and other days I was down there, performing for someone else who liked to watch.

Veronica was relieved as we left the crowded main street and all the leering perverts, but she started to look a little concerned as I took her done the hidden path to the bamboo. Her worried face was adorable, like a little lamp just realizing she was being led to the wolf's table.

I brought her to down a narrow, sandy trail to where the curtain of bamboo was, and I was not surprised at all to find the place a mess of beer bottles and used condoms, but I eventually found a place clean enough to lay down a towel, although I'd probably just leave the towel there and let it rot.

"Domi, what are we--"

"Shh," I shushed my quivering toy by placing a long finger on her thick, pouting lips, tracing them was a big wet circle. I could already here the grunting sounds of hard, animalistic sex coming from the beach below, and I was worried that we had gotten here too early.

Through the bamboo I could see at least three different groups of debauched beach-goers engaging in noisy, wet, shameless sex that instantly took me back to the old days. Closest to us was a young and petite brunette beach-bunny, a little Hispanic girl barely out of high school. Her brown curly hair shook wildly as she was being rutted by a much older man, obviously in his forties, whose brown skin and wide face must have been Hawaiian or Maori. The look on her face was one of pure joy as the older man grabbed her by the hair and almost lifted her off the ground as he jackhammered her tight little ass.

A little ways off there was a threesome taking place. A very well hung black man, perhaps in his twenties, was standing with a look of pure arrogance as two blonde white women kneeled before him like worshippers, orally adulating his ebony idol. I was very intrigued to see that one woman was much older than the other, but they still looked very similar. Perhaps they were even mother and daughter, bonding over their mutual love for giant black cock.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked Veronica, who was staring like a starving retard at the sexual feast below us, anxiously rubbing her legs together in a feeble attempt to quell the dripping rage of her voracious cunt. "This is one of the best places in Salty Cove. Some people come to fuck, others come to watch. Sit down, relax, and let's have some fun ourselves."

"Oh Domi, this is so naughty," she gasped, barely able to make the words. "I'm so wet."

I tugged her down and she fell to her knees without giving a hint of resistance, as and she continued to stare and spy at the fucking below I wrapped my long limbs around her, pulling away her arms, and spreading open her legs so that I would have access to every inch of her dripping, fat, baby-making body. I kissed her neck and tweaked her nipples. I massaged her cunt and tickled her anus. I did everything short of actually giving her an actual orgasm, because I needed her to be on the edge for what was about to come.

And then it finally came.

Around the rocks to the south came four new figures. It was our kids. My daughter Lily was leading Bobby and the Lovegood children right into view, just as we had planned. My daughter looked irresistible in the microscopic red bikini I had stolen from Erica, and the mere sight of her strutting in it was enough to send the large black man nearby over the edge. He came. He came hard, grabbing the younger blonde woman before him by the back of the head and jamming his thick cock down her unprepared throat, causing her to gag violently as she desperately tried to swallowed his large load.

"Oh, no!" Veroinca gasped. "What are Erica and Erica doing here? Domi, we should leave. I . . . I can't be here when they're--"

"Shh," I hushed my pretend lover, although I really just wanted to tell the dumb bitch to shut the fuck up. "Just stay still and be quit. If we get up to leave now they're more likely to see us. You don't want your son and daughter to find you here, in a place like this, in the state you're in, do you? I mean . . . just look at yourself?"

Veronica did as I said and blinked with teary eyes as her sex-dazed mind comprehended her current situation. She was lying in my arms, naked but for a few strands of wet material, her nipples stood out like little volcanoes spewing milk, and her cunt was so swollen and ripe at this point that it looked like a piece of fruit being squeezed for its juice. Every inch of her body screamed SEX! SEX! SEX!

"You're right," she admitted. "Let's just wait here and see what happens.

I smirked. Stupid bitch.

Lily didn't stop walking until she was right next to the bamboo, close enough for use to hear and see everything she did, which was exactly my plan. My daughter smile wickedly as she enjoyed the sight of the large Hawaiian man destroying the young Latina slut beneath him, and for a moment it looked like Lily was going to ask if she could be next, but Erica ran up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder, angrily.

"I want it back!" Erica demanded. "I know it's mine, and I want it back."

"I don't know what you're talking about, bitch. I think you're just jealous," my daughter responded. Lily smirked at Erica and licked her lips.

I knew what they were talking about. It was the bikini. Shit! I knew I shouldn't have let Lily keep that flossy thing. All my plans could might got to shit for the sake of thong no bigger than a piece of string.

"Domi," Veronica whispered to me. "Is that my daughter's swimsuit? The one I said she couldn't have? What's Lily doing with it?"

"Shh," I hushed Veronica, pinching her clit slightly. She moaned softly and fell back into a sexual fog, forgetting her question as she squirmed in my arms.

"Give it back!" Erica screamed and swiped at Lily, but lily caught her wrist and backed away.

"Guys, don't fight, who cares about some dumb swimsuit" Eric whined, like a frightened little faggot.

"Shut up, Eric!" Erica hissed. "This stupid slut has been strutting around in my swimsuit, hogging all the attention for herself, as she doesn't even look good in it."

Lily laughed. "I knew you where jealous."

"Fuck you," Erica responded. The swimsuit she was wearing now was also very sexy, the tight red one-piece, but it was nothing compared to the few inches of material that covered my daughter's supple breasts.

Lily licked her lips again. "Tell you what, bitch, I won't give you your swimsuit back just for nothing, but you CAN win it back. If, and only if, you can beat me in a contest of me choosing."

Erica laughed, already certain of her victory. "Alright, sounds great! I'm a star athlete, you pudgy half-breed. I'm ranked amongst the top hundred track and field athletes in the nation, not that your fat-ass would know anything about that, seeing as you spend all day eating potato chips and sucking cock at your crappy school."

Lily giggled evilly. "Funny that you should bring up sucking cock."

"Why?"

"Because that's the contest."

"What!?" Eric and Erica said in unison.

"What?" Veronica asked groggily. I had to massage the lips of her pulsing vagina a few more times to get her to shut up and stop thinking.

Lily got up right in Erica's face, standing so close to her blonde Aryan rival that their lips almost touched. "I know you've been looking at my boyfriend's cock. Bobby's bulge is a little hard to ignore, especially when it is so close to ripping that sexy speedo right off his perfect ass. Admit it, the sight of it makes you wet." I saw my daughter's hand slide between Erica's legs, probing her moist sex just as I was to her mother's.

"So?" Erica asked, blushing brightly.

"So I know what you've been thinking. You've been thinking that there is no possible way that Bobby is as big as he looks. That there is no way a human can be born with something as thick and strong as what's been packed into those sweet little trunks. Well he is. He is even bigger than you think he is. He is bigger than anything you've ever seen, even in porn, if your high-and-mighty-ass has ever watched any. Hell, he's probably more than twice the size of you bitch-ass brother over there."

"Bullshit!" Eric looked angry. "So what if he has a bigger dick than me. That doesn't mean anything, and it is fucking impossible that he is more than twice my size. He's bigger than me, but no way he's that much bigger."

Lily laughed quietly at Eric, but she never turned away from Erica. They were staring deeply into each other's eyes as the tips of their young breasts kissed. "Two bets then. First, I bet that Bobby is more than twice the size of Eric, at least. Second, that you won't be able to suck down more of it than I can. Deal?"

"What do we get if we win?" Erica asked. She looked focused, smirking with an abundance of confidence.

"If you can suck down more of Bobby's cock than me I will give you your swimsuit back, right here, right now. But if you can't handle a real man's dick like I can then you have to give me your swimsuit, which means one of us will be walking home naked."

"Sis," Eric whine, suddenly cowed again. "You can't really be--"

"Shut up Eric!" Erica was determined. "What about my brother. What if his cock is bigger than you think it is?"

Lily shrugged. "What does he want?"

Even though they were talking about him no one bothered to look at Eric. He blushed nervously and his posture was terrible. There is nothing less sexy than a boy with bad posture. He rubbed his hands nervously as he considered what he wanted. He looked at my daughter, but she was only focused on Erica.

"I want to have sex with you," he finally said. "If my cock is even half of Bobby's size you have to let me fuck you."

Lily rolled her eyes with disgust. "Fine, not that you have any chance of winning anyway, but when you find that out I get to do something to you."

"What?" Eric asked.

"I get to kick you in the balls. Just once, but you have to stand perfectly still as I do so." She was smiling.

"Wait, what!?!" Eric looked very afraid.

"Deal!" Erica decided. "Let's see 'em!"

Lily smirked and dove straight for Eric's shorts, pulling them down before he could react. The baggy shorts fell to his angles and revealed his disappointing lack of manhood. He was erect though, as I suspected he would be, having been looking at my daughter's edible little ass all day, swaggering just beyond his reach. Five thin inches of flesh was all Eric had to show for himself. My daughter giggled, Erica looked down at her brother with a mixture of confusion and shame, and Bobby just stood there. He didn't even seem to care. Veronica whined a little in my arms, also disappointed with what little spectacle her own son had to offer.

"Your brother's hung like a mouse on a cold day," my daughter joked to Erica. Erica didn't say anything.

"So!" Eric almost cried. "I'm still five inches, which is average! This freak would have to be more than ten inches to be twice my size! I'm gonna win this bet, and then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll . . . you'll . . ."

"I'll die of boredom?" Lily cut him off. "Let's get this over with. Erica, would you like the honor of disrobing Bobby? I know you want to."

Erica silently descended to her knees with an expression of stubbornness and denial. He small hands gripped the hem of Bobby's speedo which was growing even tighter as the monster within strained against its cage. She tugged, but the speedo was tight, and Bobby's body was a statue of bronze muscle. Erica was whispering to herself as she tugged "no way this thing is more than ten--"

WHACK!!!

Twelve inches of thick muscle aggressively sprang from between Bobby's legs, just as Erica managed to pull the speedo down. His third leg hit her directly in the cheek, smacking against her loudly and sending her to the ground where she fell on her back. She landed hard against the sand and writhed in pain momentarily, although whatever power Bobby had over women, whatever it was about his musk, was already having an effect on her. I could tell. Her legs spread open by instinct, submissively and subconsciously offering her tight young honey-slit to the god standing above her.

"Holy shit," Eric whispered as he too was captivated by the sight of the superior male. I could only imagine how pathetic he must have felt, coming face to face with the perfect image of manhood while he was so completely lacking in any true masculine quality. Eric only perceivable purpose would be as a bottom in a homosexual relationship to a gay man with low standards. And yet, even as Eric blushed in shame, his little pecker stood up a little straighter, and his breathe quickened. I think he was getting aroused, but who wouldn't at the sight of Bobby's revelatory penis?
Veronica squirmed in my arms, trying to break free. "Oh . . . my . . . GOD! Is that . . . is that his penis? I didn't know they could be so . . . so . . ."

I tried to hush her up as she wiggled obstinately in my arms, driven by an innate urge to crawl closer to Bobby, his thick beacon of fertility attracting her like a moth to flame. She had completely forgotten about the welfare of her children, or even of me really, even though my tits were mashed up against her back and I was two fingers deep in her cunt. She was totally focused on Bobby I held her tighter and began rubbing her vaginal mound vigorously hoping to induce a small controlled orgasm, just something to calm her down.

I suppose I could have let her go then. She would have crawled out of the bamboo like some ravenous cougar and jumped Bobby without so much as a word. I am sure she would bite and scratch at him as she would try to impale herself on his cock, and he would give it to her, knowing that the only way to put down a horny cougar is to fuck her into submission. But I couldn't be sure. Her kids might interfere, and that would knock her back into her senses, and then she'd be too embarrassed to ever let me hook her up with Bobby, and then how would I get her stupid womb filled up with his delicious essence. I had to stick to the plan. Besides, I was going to enjoy watching Bobby break every member of this family, not just Veronica.

I watched my daughter grab Bobby by his now fully erect cock, even though her fingers couldn't meet on the other end, and she led him like a tamed lion over to where Eric stood quivering. She grabbed the faggot by his cock too, her small hand almost completely enveloping it, and then she roughly pulled them together. The comparison was radical. I couldn't decide to laugh or cry at how pathetically insignificant Eric looked. His little white pee-pee was dwarfed by the bronze column emerging from Bobby's shredded waist, and comparing their testicles was like comparing golf balls to bowling balls. Most importantly though, Bobby was clearly more than twice the size of Eric, and that was just in terms of length.

"Spread your legs a little more for me, okay bitch?" my daughter asked Eric in a sweat voice.

Eric complied without even thinking, probably still mesmerized by the sight of Bobby's giant cock. Bobby stepped back and my daughter took his place, licking her lips as she raised one leg backwards, getting ready to kick. Eric's eyes widened when he fully realized what was coming, but it was too late. Lily's shin smacked upward into his balls with such force that he was lifted off the ground, then he fell to his knees on the sand, his pain-shocked face level with Lily's thong-clad crotch.

She grabbed him by the hair and hanged his head back. "Faggot! Did you really think I'd even risk the chance of fucking someone like you?" She pushed him back and he curled up on the ground in a fetal position, cradling his nearly popped balls.

"Your turn," Lily said to Erica, who was still on her ass, too stunned to move. "Let's see how much of that dick you can suck."

Erica's legs shivered. She had never taken her eyes off of Bobby's skyward limb, not even when her brother was crying on the ground a few feet away. "I don't . . . I don't . . ."

"Fine!" Lily interrupted, falling to her knees in front of Bobby. "I'll go first." She looked up at her sexual master and gave him a sexy little smile before getting to work. She started by kissing the enormous helmet of his cock, running her pink tongue through its deep crevice, and massaging his heavy testicles, but he looked unimpressed. Such gentle foreplay was nothing to Bobby Scagliotti, who could probably fuck a brick wall into dust and still want more. I guessed Lily was putting on the show for Erica's sake, just to make her blonde rival jealous and nervous. It must have been working. Erica looked terrified but she was drooling with lust.

Then the foreplay stopped. Lily got a determined look on her face as she repositioned her small body, trying to line up her esophagus to Bobby's thick trunk of meat, and with a little painful moaning, she began taking it in. Just getting her mouth around the helmet was a task in itself as she had to reposition herself twice just to get her jaw around it. Her teeth grazed over the thick length of his cock, but at little rough felatio never bothered Bobby, in fact, I think he preferred it. As the first three inches of the cock slowly slid down my daughter's throat I could see that she was already having trouble. Her neck was visibly bloated and her eyes began to roll upward as she resisted the urge to gag. She clawed helplessly in the sand, trying to get a grip, so she latched onto Bobby's iron-hard buttocks just to puller herself further towards him.

Once she hit six inches she began to have problems. Her throat was twitching with the need to gag and her arms where shaking from the lack of oxygen. Finally a line of spit began to drip from her mouth and she began to fail. She started gagging like a drowning victim, and although she clawed viciously at Bobby's muscular ass she couldn't push herself another inch. She held herself there though, for much longer than I thought she could have, before quickly sliding off. His bulbous cockhead popped out of her mouth and sprang upward, throwing strands of spit all over my daughter's face and chest, causing Bobby's cock to glisten in the sun like a golden bar.

Lily fell to her hands as she gasped for air, even though she licked her lips trying to get as much of Bobby's salty taste down her throat as possible. She gasped, "Now . . . you . . . bitch."

Erica looked terrified and intimidated, but that didn't stop her from crawling over to Bobby like a hungry little kitten. She took a hold of Bobby's muscle with both of her hands and yet she was barely able to pull it down to her quivering mouth. I wouldn't have been surprised if Bobby could have lifted her off the ground with nothing more than his cock. At first she just looked at it, stroking it weekly as she rubbed Lily' spit more into the skin. She smelled it and in that moment I could tell she was falling in love.

"I haven't done this a lot," Erica said to Bobby. "And never with one so . . . amazing."

Bobby didn't say anything. He was just waiting for his blowjob. She began by kissing the already wet tip of helmet with her puffy pink lips, occasionally swirling her tongue over him in a polishing motion, which was fucking sexy to look at, but I knew it would mean nothing to Bobby. He looked very unimpressed, even though the poor little slut was trying her hardest to impress him.

"Forget that foreplay shit!" My daughters scolded Erica. "We want to see how deep you can go. So go!" Lily put both of her hands on the back of Erica's head and pushed down, hard, as if she neither cared about choking Erica to death or hurting Bobby's penis. Erica began gagging immediately, even before the whole of Bobby's helmet was in her mouth, but my daughter kept pushing and bobbing her blonde head against the iron shaft like she was trying to impale the girl on it. Bobby smiled slightly as the first bubbles of spit started to pop from Erica's nose. He was finally enjoying himself.

After a few painful moments of this Erica's eyes started to roll back, her cheeks went blue, and her struggling grew weaker. Thankfully my daughter chose that moment to let Erica go. Her little blonde head popped off of Bobby's dick with a loud 'POP' and she fell to the sound gasping pitifully for air. I long strand of spit was still connecting his massive, shimmering cock to her pained face. But again, what was important was how little of his dick she had actually swallowed. She had taken four inches at most. Nothing.

My daughter planted her foot between Erica's tits, stepping on her and claiming victory like some barbarian queen having just defeated the queen of another tribe. She grabbed Bobby by the cock and began stroking it with a strength that would hurt most men. "Do you want to cum, baby?"

To my utter shock and amazement Bobby shook his head. "No. I'm saving it."

"Saving it?" Lily looked angry and sad, like a little girl being denied a treat. "But why?"

"None of your fucking business," was all Bobby had to say.

Lily looked angry, and despite what he said she began stroking him faster, but it wouldn't matter. Bobby wouldn't cum unless he wanted to. My daughter grumbled at let go. She then reached down and began violently pulling Erica up by her hair, causing the poor girl to squeal in pain. Lily stood her up in front of Bobby. Erica's legs were shaking.

"She lost. That means she doesn't get to keep that swimsuit of her's."

Bobby smiled at my daughter's request and grabbed Erica by the front of her red one-piece, lifting her to the very tips of her toes as he slowly pulled her top apart. Then, in one swift, incredibly strong motion, he ripped the one-piece clean from her body, so quickly that the only part of her that moved was her hair.

She stood before him naked and shivering with fear, even though it was almost 90 degrees out, her blue eyes wide with fear and lust. Then I noticed a trickling of light coming from between her legs, and landing in little dark spots on the sand. I almost laughed when I realized what it was.

Erica was pissing herself.

My daughter laughed in disgust. She grabbed Erica by her hair and bent her head back. Her other hand came up in a fist, punching Erica in the stomach. Erica fell to her knees, landing in the piss-wet sand. Lily then put her foot on Erica's back again.

"Are you sure you don't want to finish her off now, stud?" she asked Bobby again. "You cock is . . . twitching. I've never seen it this hard before."

Bobby looked down at the prone slut beneath him, and then at his raging penis which was visible twitching for release. He looked divided, and he knew every inch of his divine being was screaming for RAPE!, but he resisted. "Yes. I can wait. Besides, if I fucked her right now I might kill her. I don't know what her limits are. Let's get back to the house. The sight of all these naked girls is hurting me."

"Yes, baby." Lily yanked Erica back up by the hair again. "C'mon bitch. Let's get your retarded ass home for some potty-training." Lily started to walk away with Bobby, pulling poor naked Erica every step of the way by her hair.

"Hey, hey," Eric whined, still clutching his bruised marbles. "Wait for me," and like a starving puppy he followed, begging for a leash.

I kept my grip on Veronica until they were out of sight, rubbing the palm of my hand over her soaked cunt at a pace fast enough to keep her on the edge of bliss without actually tipping her over, but I started to slow down. She whined as the pleasure faded and the reality of what she had just watched set in, that she had sat there, getting finger-fucked, while her two children were stripped naked and humiliated. I didn't want her to cum, not yet. Bobby was saving himself. I'd save her.

"Domi," she cried, "what's going on with our kids? You're daughter . . . she . . . she . . ."

"Shhh," I hushed her by sticking my finger in her mouth, the one that I had just been diddling her cunt with. "Kids sure are violent these day, aren't they? I guess I'm use to it because I'm a high school teacher. You wouldn't know about it because you send your kids to boarding school, but I'm sure this is how they act all the time." I kissed her. "But just to be safe, we should hurry back home and check on them. Just to make sure everyone is . . . getting along."

CHAPTER 6

When we finally arrived back at the house the sun was setting, but it was still warm and comfortable, so there was no need to give Veronica any more clothing than the sex-soaked bikini she had. She was still dizzy as I lead in her into the house, but her head and cleared a lot during our walk, and I worried she might try to put a stop to whatever sexual shenanigans the kids might be up to.

We found them in the hot tub around back, the remnants of what little clothing they had worn was scattered around the ground. Bobby was sitting like Poseidon at one end, with both our daughters snuggled up against his wide, muscled chest. From the way their shoulders were moving I could tell they were both stroking his large cock beneath the bubbling water. There was a little bruise on Erica's cheek where Bobby's hard cock has slapped her earlier.

Eric was there two, and from the looks of his pathetic shoulders I could tell he was jerking himself off, and wishing he was Bobby.

"Mind if we join you?" I asked, although I didn't give a fuck what they thought. Two flicks of my thumbs and my slingshot biking fell to the ground, and I stepped in right next to were Eric was shamefully diddling himself, and I knew he could smell how wet I was. The tub was hot and it felt amazing as the sheen of sticky sweat covering my body was washed away, causing me to moan erotically.

"Get in," I told Veronica. She was standing shyly by the hot tub, trying uselessly to cover her tits and pussy, but she was only pushing the jaguar print material further away from the parts it was supposed to be covering.

"Domi, maybe we should give the kids some space. I think-"

"I. Said. Get. In!"

Meekly she obeyed and stepped into the hot tub. I stood up too, hot water dripping off my large, firm breasts. I grabbed the two pieces of her bikini and ripped them away, making her peep with shock.

"This isn't meant to get wet," I told her, tossing the thong to the ground. I sat back down and she practically dove under, trying to hide her nudity from her also naked children, but they were beyond caring. The water must have been too hot for her, because Veronica swooned next to me and nearly passed out, but I reached around her waist and took a big handful of her buyout tits to keep her steady. Erica was too busy playing with Bobby's pillar to notice that I was fondling her mother, but Eric looked furious, confused, and very aroused. I wasn't worried about him though. He was a little bitch, and the fact that I hadn't destroyed him yet was just because I didn't see him as a threat.

I smiled at Bobby and he smiled back. "Tonight," I mouthed without actually saying anything. Tonight we destroy this family.

CHAPTER 7

After about an hour in the hot tub Bobby announced he was ready for bed. When he stood up it was like a submarine was emerging from the water, his cock was so big. Water seemed to drip off of it longer than any other part of his body, and it shone like polished metal. Veronica almost cried when she saw it bobbing only a few feet away from her face.

As Bobby marched out of the hot tub all eyes were on him, including Eric's. Erica and Lily were about to follow him, obviously assuming that they'd be spending the night with him, but Veronica stopped them. Her senses had finally returned, and his was the worst possible moment for them to.

Shit.

Even though she was naked and dripping she led the kids to each of their rooms. Bobby and Eric would be sharing the T.V. room on the bottom floor. There were a couple couches and sleeping back for them. To my surprise Bobby didn't protest. He just turned on the television and sat down on the leather couch, completely naked, with his twelve inches of wood sticking straight up past his belly button. Eric was just as hard as he sat next to him, but his five inches didn't stick up very far.

"Goodnight kids," Veronica said as she closed the door, her eyes never really left Bobby.

She then led Lily and Erica to their room, which was right next to ours. There was only one bed, and I licked my lips at the certainty at what was going to happen between them tonight. My daughter was horny, every inch of her naked body was saying so, and without Bobby to put her down she would be out of control. Erica was going to find out what it's like to be raped by a horny lesbian teenager.

"You girls be nice to each other, okay. No more fighting," Veronica pleaded.

"Don't worry Mrs. Lovegood," My daughter said through a feline smile. "We'll kiss and make up."

Veronica left them alone, but as I closed the door I saw that my daughter was being literal. She roughly grabbed Erica by her blonde hair and pulled her in for an aggressive kiss that ended with Lily licking the defeated girl's bruised cheek. I wanted to watch as my daughter pulled Erica over to the bed, but I had my own bitch to break. Like mother, like daughter.

I followed Veronica into our room, the master bedroom. One entire wall was just windows that looked out over the ocean, and the bed was absolutely massive. I could have easily fit an entire orgy on that large bed.

Veronica signed and wiped her forehead in relief. "Well at least that's all sorted. I was worried that our kids were going to . . . going to—"

"Going to fuck?" I said, as I pushed my chest against hers. I kissed her, snaking my tongue into her willing mouth and wrestled her pink tongue into submission. I grabbed her by her large, juicy tits, and twisted. Milk shot out across my chest as she squealed into my mouth. I pushed her onto the bed and crawled on top, my body already radiating an insane amount of heat. She was dizzy again, and horny, and her legs were spread wide open as I began to lap at her enlarged clit.

I brought her to edge of orgasm and then slowed down, only to bring her back to edge again, as I had been doing all day. Her body couldn't take it anymore. She was falling apart. She was actually crying now, tears leaking from her face just as her wet pussy was leaking. Any kind, considerate lover would have allowed her to cum by now, but I was neither kind nor considerate. I wanted to destroy this retarded cow.

"I don't blame them," I said, sticking my thumb up her cunt. "For wanting to fuck. Your kids a fucking sexy . . . well, Erica is anyway."

Veronica just moaned, unable to form words.

"Wouldn't you want to have another one? Another sexy, brilliant little daughter, or a strong, smooth stud? I know you want one. Your husband has been failing to give you one hasn't he? HASN'T HE!?!?!" I asked as I cruelly twisted her clit between my nails.

"YES!!!" she screamed. Her back arched off of the bed and her pussy sent a mist of sex-nectar into my face.

"You husband is worthless, ISN'T HE!"

"YES!!! GOD YES!!!" she was crying.

"You want another baby don't you? You want a real man to do it though? You want to get fucked and filled by a giant cock, don't you?"

"YES!!! YES!!! FUCK ME, YES!!!"

I crawled on top of her, pushing her writhing body back onto the bed. "Someone like Bobby," I whispered.

She whimpered. "Yes."

"Good." I kissed her again, but then I got up and left her there on the bed. She was breathing heavily, as if she had just run a marathon, and she was still crying. But I could tell she was ready.

"Wait right there, sweetie. I'll be right back"

CHAPTER 8

I walked next door just to see how the girls were doing. Peeking in, I saw that their long, smooth legs were intertwined and their tight little cunts were rubbing against each other very quickly, making loud wet pops. My daughter was in a dominant position though, leaning up, while Erica could barely keep up.

I left them to it and walked down the stair. It was colder now and my nipples became fully erect. I rubbed them eagerly. I needed to cum too.

I came to the door to the T.V. room that Bobby and Eric were supposed to be sleeping in, but I could hear the television through the door. It was obvious they were watching a porno. The sounds of sex and bimbos saying thing like "oh yeah, baby, fuck me harder daddy," came through the door.

Without knocking I opened the door and walked in. I expected the boys to be a little surprised by the sight of my naked form standing there, coming to visit them in the middle of the night, but I was the one who was surprised.
Bobby was sitting on the couch, watching the porno, with his legs spread, and bobbing up and down in his lap was Eric's head. Eric was sucking Bobby's cock.

"He's a lot better than his sister, or Lily for that matter," Bobby said all casual and cool.

"You . . . you're letting that little faggot . . . suck your cock?"

Bobby shrugged his massive bronze shoulders. "I mouth is a mouth." He grabbed Eric by the back of the head and pushed him down a little further. "He's almost as good as you."

That pissed my off. I saw red. No one was better at sucking Bobby's perfect cock than I was. I reached down and grabbed Eric by his long blonde hair, pulling him off of Bobby so quickly that his mouth made a 'pop' sound as it dislodged from the helmet. I tossed him aside and he landed on his ass with his legs spread wide open. I brought my foot up in the air, letting him look at the bottom of my heel just for a moment, and then I brought it down right onto his little ballsack.

Every muscle in his skinny body exploded with pain as I smashed his little marbles into the floor, and he looked like he was screaming although no sound came out. I leaned down, so that my lips were right by his ear, and I whispered to him. "After tonight, Veronica is going to have three children. I don't know if the new one is going to be a boy or girl, but you're going to be her new daughter."

Then I twisted my ankle, right over his two tiny testicles.

POP. POP.

With my foot on his popped nuts, and my tits hanging in his face, he passed out.

"C'mon daddy," I said angrily to my master. "We have a hot bitch who needs to be broken" I took a hold of his slick cock and led him up the stairs by it. I lead him directly to Veronica's room, right passed the little bedroom where Lily was using Erica like a cheap whore. The sounds of their fucking had become a little more violent.

I led Bobby to where Veronica was laying on her back, resting in a pool of her sweat, milk, and sexual fluids. The moment she saw Bobby, and his massive cock looming above her, she became terrified. He face was like that of a little girl confronted by an actual monster in her closet. Stiffly, and against her will, her legs began to open. She looked down at her own wet cunt with shock. She was not in control of her body any longer, her instincts were, and her instincts were screaming for this superior male to impregnate her. Her body was aching for him, for his cock, even though her mind lied to her and told her to stay true to her pathetic husband. She actually began to piss herself, she was so afraid and horny, but that didn't stop Bobby. Even as she was pissing the bed Bobby pulled her closer to the edge, and he lined up his massive, thick bronze cock to the lips of her vagina. She was not tight, not at all, but Bobby's dick was so thick that it looked like her was fucking a virgin.

He entered her. Slowly. I could hear his cock sliding into her, wetly stretching her muscles, and I could see her face begin to melt into sexual retardation. He had already won.

Then he really began to fuck her, and I marveled at how powerful and perfect he was. Watching his tight, muscled ass pump into her like a machine literally made my pussy drip. I wanted to jump in and get fucked also, but I knew this was Bobby's time to fuck, impregnate, and destroy this woman. I left the room shaking with sexual rage, and I walked next door.

My daughter and Erica were taking a break. They were naked on the bed, wrapped in each others' arms, and kissing like two little lesbian maniacs. My daughter was practically slobbering on Erica's face.

They both looked up as I stood next to the bed, my dripping cunt inches away from their faces. I must have looked terrifying, because they both looked like rabbits facing down a starving lioness. I grabbed my daughter by her long black hair and flung her off the bed. Erica didn't even have enough time to scream before I pounced on her.

CHAPTER 9

I can't really describe what happened next. Like my first night with Bobby, everyone involved descended into a subhuman frenzy of violent sexuality. It was like having a hot, humid dream that bordered on becoming a nightmare as we all tore into each other. I do know that I fucked Erica. Hard. I raped her, really. And then I grabbed my daughter, flung her on the bed next to Erica, and did the same to her. I had fucked my daughter by now, but it was only in threesomes with Bobby, when the power of his sexual influence had brought us each over the edge. This time was different. I simply fucked her until she couldn't even speak anymore, and there wasn't a single inch on her body that my hands, tongue, and clit hadn't touched.

Then I remembered dragging them by their hair into the master bedroom. They could barely walk but I dragged them anyway, Erica sliding along the floor on her ass. Bobby looked like a god as he fucked Veronica. It was like watching Zeus dominating his goddess wife Hera, and although she too was a god, she was also his bitch. I was so out of it that I hallucinated seeing lightning bolts coming from Bobby's body as he twisted the voluptuous milf into every position humanly possibly, and her body shone with a light that was almost golden.

When he came he roared like a monster. The windows shock when he roared, and I could feel it in my chest. Thick spurts of his divine ambrosia spilled out of Veronica's overstuffed womb, and dripped onto the bed, or her chest, depending on their position. He had cum in her more than once, and he had filled her so completely that her stomach was bulging.

He fucked us too, because we were there. He fucked me harder than he ever had, and I must have passed out for a while. He fucked Erica too, and when she orgasmed she orgasmed screaming and crying in pain. Her body went limp on his cock but didn't fall down. His erection was so stiff and long that it alone held her up in the air. I was convinced she was dead. He did the same to my daughter to, and she actually vomited when he began to fuck her like crazy, his helmet hitting the base of her stomach.

He fucked each of us and we fucked each other, but when I made the mistake of eating out Veronica, and lapping at the pools of semen gushing from her, Bobby punched me in the face. Not softly either. He grabbed me by my hair and punched me in the face.

I knew what I had done wrong. I had stolen his semen from her womb, the semen that we were supposed to impregnate her. That was the plan. Even after he punched me I crawled over to him and submissively began sucking his cock, getting him ready to spew another load, and when he did I redirected it right at Veronica's open legs.

I am not sure when it ended, but I can recall that the sun was coming up when Bobby finally let me fall to the ground one last time, his last load of spunk deposited up my ass, and I was too weak to get back up. I don't know when reality stopped and the dreams began, because all I could dream about was cock.

CHAPTER 10

"That looks pretty bad mom," my daughter said, poking at my black eye. It wasn't the first Bobby had given to me, but It was the worst.

"Speak for yourself," I said, caressing her sore ass. She winced in pain as I touched her. Bobby must have spanked her last night, because his handprints were all over her bubbly little butt.

We were in the shower together, letting the hot water and our hands wash away the stains of sex from last night. We had woken up late in the afternoon, alone. Bobby had gone somewhere and taken Veronica and Erica with him. The pain my daughter and I felt was incredibly, but it was completely outweighed by the bliss that a night of hard fucking gave us. There were bruises on our bodies, and scratch marks, but nothing was as bad as my black eye, but even then I would gladly go through it all again. I had never felt as alive as I did when Bobby was fucking me half to death.

Something had changed between me and Lily. Ever since Bobby had entered into our lives our relationship had become sexual, but now it was almost like we were lovers. Without saying anything I began to kiss my daughter in the shower, and I fingered her to another, little orgasm as her stiff body creaked in pain. She then fell to her knees and licked my clit as I washed my hair. She couldn't get me to cum, but it was cute to watch her try.

"Go pack up our shit," I told her as I toweled off. "I need to see how things are with Bobby and that retarded cow."

Naked, with only a towel wrapped around my head, I searched through the house until I found Bobby and the Lovegood family. They were all in the T.V. room, watching a porno together. Bobby was sitting on the couch again, this time with Erica's head bobbing up and down in his lap as she eagerly, but poorly, sucked the head of his cock. Veronica was on a chair nearby, talking on the phone while examining her unconscious son.

"I don't know what to say Doctor, but it seems like he hurt himself really terribly. Are the testicles completely ruptured? I don't know, let me check."

Veronica poked her son's swollen ballsack with her foot, causing his body to twist in pain. She stood up and placed herself over him, sneering disapprovingly at the broken boy. Then she raised her foot and stomped on his mashed nuts again, harder than even I had. Spit drooled from mouth and he twitched.

"Yep. I'm pretty sure they're popped. I'll call you later about getting them removed." She clicked the phone and smiled at me. "Looks like you've fixed two of my life's big problems."

I sauntered over to her and kissed her. "You're not mad about what I did to your son?"

She snickered. Something about her had transformed. She was more like me now. "No. Eric is a little faggot. Just like his father." She touched her belly. "I'm pregnant. I know I am. If it's a boy I'm going to raise him to be a real heatbreaker stud, just like his father." She looked lovingly at Bobby.

"That baby didn't come free," he told her. At the same time Erica was gagging on his cock again, but he held her in place. "I own you now. I own your children too."

Veronica smiled. "I know. And when the time comes I'll vote for Dominique to replace Principal Cox. But even if you do manage to overthrow her, you'll still need two more votes on the school board to make sure Dominique gets the position."

"Don't worry dummy," I said, petting her engorged cunt. "Lily and I are going to take care of a certain city mayor who happens to have a fetish for high school Asian girls. And then, when Bobby's done slam-fucking you and your daughter, he and I are going to take out the cheerleading coach."

Just then Lily came down the stairs, carrying our bags, and wearing nothing but her tiny denim shorts. Even the top of her pussy mound was visible above the open zipper of her tiny shorts. I pointed for her to head for the car. She was looking a little jealous as Erica's head bounced up and down in Bobby's lap. Luckily she went to the car without starting another catfight.

I turned to Bobby. "So we'll meet up later? After Lily and I have taken care of Mayor Burgundy, you'll help me take down Coach Flores?"

Bobby nodded. "And then we go for Cox. But for the time being, I'm gonna stay here and make sure my new bitch is good and pregnant. Speaking of which," he pushed Erica away. He cock was ready to pop. "Hop on slut!"

Veronica moaned happily as she took her daughter's place. She licked his cock a few times before positioning her cunt above him. She sat down and started to ride. I wanted nothing more than to join in and get fucked again myself, but Bobby was getting impatient with me as he started cumming up his new slut's slit.

"Fuck! What are you waiting for, bitch? Get your slutty daughter and get going, or I'll give you another black eye!"

"Yes master. I love you."

"Fuck off!"

Mayor Burgundy. Coach Flores. Principal Cox. Watch out.