Beloved Daughter

This is a work of fiction. All persons pictured herein are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
Sorry, just had to say that… this story contains hardcore sex, mainly focused on incest and beastiality. Other elements include bondage, M/S, golden shower, rimming, interracial, huge insertions, body piercing, underage… in short, just about every perversions you can imagine (and a few you can’t).

Beloved Daughter

I had just gotten home from work on a Friday afternoon. I was eager to get home, just like everybody else in the world, but I was more eager than most, for I knew that my daughter was waiting for me. Sure enough, as soon as I opened the front door, she came rushing out of the kitchen. She looked adorable in her school uniform. Yelling “Daddiiiiiiee”, she threw herself into my arms and kissed my cheek. “Hullo, sweetheart.” I said while lifting her up and kissing her forehead. “Did you learn anything in school today?” “Sure, daddy!” she answered as I put her down again. “We learned how to subtract.”

My daughter, Christine, is almost 6 years old; her birthday is next week. Saying that she took after her mother would be lie, she was almost a direct copy. Her mother, Sing, is Asian. Her original name was Xiuing, but after she settled down in the USA with me, she had it changed to Sing. Her family had always moved around a lot, and she had relatives in China, Japan, Vietnam, Indonesia, almost everywhere on the Asian continent. Her ancestry was so mixed, that she could only really be called an Asian. Christine was obviously Asian too. My own Caucasian genes apparently had very little to say about her looks, and if you didn’t know you couldn’t tell that her father is a Scandinavian. My wife and me moved to the USA several years ago, and are perfectly at home here. I haven’t thought of my original homeland for years.

“Welcome home, darling.” My wife called from the kitchen. “Dinner’s on the table in less than a minute.” Sing was a housewife, and though I’ve been called a sexist because of that, it really is her own idea. She never felt any need to “realize herself as a human”, and my income can easily support all three of us. “Mmmm... smells great!” I commented as I kissed her on the neck. I have always loved spicy foods, and Sing knows several recipes that would appear to stem from the original Chinese attempts to invent gunpowder. She’s a head lower than I am, lithe and fair, with lustrously black hair, like that of our daughter. Her breasts are pretty big, and since the Chinese ideal of beauty includes small breasts, she had frequently been called a “cow” when she was still living in China. I thought they were just fine.
“So,” I said to my daughter as I sat down at the dinner table, “have you been practicing?” “Daddy!” She put her hands to her hips and looked very serious. “You know that I always remember, and still you always ask!” I laughed. “Sorry, dear heart, I’ll try to remember not to ask. How far is it you are?” “7,5 front, 5 back.” She answered proudly. She gave me a sidelong glance. “Ehh... Daddy?” “Yes, dear?” “I was thinking... 5 and 5,5 isn’t really that different, are they? I mean, there’s only 5 millimeters difference...” I gave her a surprised glance. Her math-teacher must be very impressed. “You know it, I’ve told you: Not till you make 5,5 centimeters!” “Oh, come on daddy!” She jumped up on my lap. “Pleeeeaaaase?”

Who can really resist a girl like that? “Okay, I guess...” “Jiibeeee!” she yelled, and kissed me right on the mouth. Her mother gave me a reproachful glance. “I didn’t do that till I was almost 7... but it’s your choice.” “She’s well ahead of schedule. And besides, you know that you can’t start too early.” She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling at hearing one of her own favorite phrases used against her. “Okay, but eat up your dinner first... and that goes for both of you!”

As soon as dinner was finished, Christine started dragging me towards the living room. “I’ll just clean the tables first, and then I’ll join you.” Sing said, as she started picking up the plates. “Okay, darling.” I threw her the key, and she deftly picked it out of the air without dropping any plates. In the living room, Christine immediately ran to the couch and bend over it. “Right here, daddy, do it right here.” I smiled at that. She could apparently remember what had happened on that couch when she was only 3 years old. As I approached her, she eagerly pulled up her skirt to reveal her cute, dark-blue panties. They fitted her perfectly, and no one could see that they were just a bit bigger than the standard for the uniform. The reason for that became visible as I pulled them down. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of black leather panties.

The panties were very cleverly constructed. Front and back, they had holes of adjustable size for insertion of a variety of different dildoes. The usual ones came in sizes increasing by 0,5 centimeters, and allowed for a steady growth. There also were a number of special ones, such as hollow dildoes, which allowed for the attachment of a common garden hose. They made an enema very easy to do. Also, right above the front dildo, a small pipe came out of it. The other end, which had carefully dulled edges, was inserted inside the peehole, and along with a system that allowed for the easy removal of the rear dildo, it made it possible to wear it all the time. It was only necessary to remove it for sex.

Quickly, I unlatched the buckles in the side, which held it skin-tight, and peeled the leather off. It always stuck a bit. I then carefully removed the dildoes and the pipe. Just to be sure, I checked the numbers at the base of the dildoes. Sure enough, 7,5 centimeters for the pussy and 5 for the ass. Quite a lot for a 5-year-old, but she had been training fiercely since she was three. “Come on, daddy, hurry!” she begged. With a finger, I checked her pussy. As expected, it was so wet that it almost dripped on the floor. “Sure, sweetie, I just need a bit of lubrication.” At that, I thrust slowly into her sobbing pussy. I slid in to the root, making sure that my entire shaft was being wetted thoroughly. Christine moaned. She had obviously been waiting to ask me all day, not really thinking that I would agree, and she was very horny.
“Okay, that ought to do it...” I slid out of her, enjoying the sight of her pussy-juice dripping from my cock. “Did I miss anything?” my wife asked, coming out of the kitchen. “No, I’ve just lubricated, I haven’t even started yet.” “Good, I didn’t want to miss this.” Agilely climbing on to the couch, she positioned herself in front of her daughter and lifted her skirt and apron and revealed her bare pussy. She never wore panties. “Okay, get working! You need to train your tongue as well as your holes.” Obediently, Christine started licking her mothers hot slid, while I positioned my cockhead at her petite asshole. It was bigger than anything else she had ever had there.

Taking a good grip on her hips, I then started pushing. Grudgingly, the hole started opening again. It had just closed after having had a 5-centimeter dildo there for a whole week, and it had probably hoped for some time to rest. But that was not to be. I could see Christine biting her lips as the broad head entered her rear passage. “Come on, girl, keep licking! You said you could take it, didn’t you?” Sings worries about Christine seemed to have vanished, and now she was only worried about cumming herself. With a gasp, my daughter opened her mouth again, and latched on to her mothers clit, embracing it in her lips along with its ring. As I finally got in the head, and her asshole closed over the shaft, she moaned around the clit. As usually, the vibrations drove Sing mad, and she shook in pleasure, moaning herself.

“You okay, darling?” I asked her, a bit nervously. I could see that her asshole was very stretched around my dick, and although the tightness was heavenly, I didn’t want to risk hurting her. “Y... yeah,” she replied haltingly, “Fuck my tight little butthole, daddy! You’ve taken my last virginity, you can’t stop now!” A really clever girl, she was. She knew how much it excited me when she spoke like that. I once saw her actually taking notes while watching one of our porn movies. She was getting very good at it. “I’d better shut her up before you loose control...” Sing said, while she pushed Christine’s head into her lap. If she tried to say anything else, it was drowned in her mother’s huge pussy. She had already said enough, though. I felt the blood stream to my head and my dick, and with low roar, I took a better hold on her and pushed in deeper. Gradually, my well-lubricated dick vanished into her bowels. When there was only a few centimeters left of it, it seemed that I couldn’t go deeper, but by then I wasn’t so worried anymore. With a louder roar, I pushed with all my strength, and as my daughter screamed in agony, my cock disappeared to the root inside her ass. My balls bounced off her muscular little buns, tightened from the martial arts exercise she does regularly with her mother. As she sobbed in pain, she continued to lick her mother, bringing her off at last. Sing moaned loudly and pushed her daughter’s head harder down into her lap. I paused to give Christine a chance to adjust to the bulk in her ass, and then started drawing it out slowly.

It seemed that my daughter had regained her composure, ‘cause she kept licking her mother with undiluted energy. Sing moaned on her way to her second orgasm, and I started fucking my daughter in the ass with slow, steady strokes. As Christine kept moaning into her mother’s lap, I speeded up, gradually building up to a full-powered fuck. As she started getting used to the feeling, she began bucking against me with every stroke, causing her buns to wobble every time they hit my thighs. As Sing balanced the edge of her second orgasm, I felt my balls ache as the semen flowed from them. As my semen spurted into my daughter’s tight ass, I felt her anal muscle flex quickly around my shaft, indicating that she was about to enjoy her first ever anal orgasm. She screamed into Sings pussy as the orgasm and my sperm hit her at the same time. This set Sing of on her second orgasm that night. A rather spectacular demonstration of the domino-effect, even if I do say so myself.

As I slowly withdrew my still hard dick from her throbbing asshole, my daughter sprung a surprise on me. No sooner had I gotten it out, than she jumped up and turned around. Before I could react, she fell to her knees and engulfed my slimy cock in her hot mouth. The mere sight of my 5-year-old Asian daughter kneeling in front of me in her school uniform, sucking a dick that has just emerged from her ass almost brought me off. Sing just shook her head and got up, recovering quickly from her second orgasm. “I guess I better fetch the antibiotic...” We always have a medical drink which kills bacteria standing around. We use it every time we do something involving a mouth and an asshole, to prevent a stomach infection.

As my wife went back to the kitchen to mix up a tonic for Christine, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling on my dick. Of course, she given me a blow-job many times before, but the fact that it had just been in her ass made it seem much lewder. Thanks to my recent ejaculation, and my closed eyes, I lasted pretty long, giving Christine plenty of time to explore my dick. She loves to run her tongue all over it, exploring every square inch of soft skin. When she was done and returned to sucking the head, I felt pretty sure that every trace of anal residue had been removed, and that I was cleaner than when I started.

When Sing returned with the drink, I opened my eyes and gazed lovingly down again. I took in the black hair, the angular eyes, the softly yellow skin, and the naturally red lips that she slid over my prick, clearly loving every centimeter. This finally set me of, and I moaned out my orgasm as I sprayed her throat with semen. Usually, she was unable to drink it all down because I usually cum quite a bit, but since it was my second load, she managed to gulp it all down. Her asshole was dripping on the floor though, giving a funny sort of illusion that it was running straight through her. As she looked up at me and smiled with sperm-stained lips, I loved her more than ever before.

“Hey, you managed to drink it all! Good girl!” Sing complimented her daughter, making her beam with pride. “Now repeat the feat on the antibiotic.” Christine grimaced, but drank it anyway. According to her, it tasted a lot worse than the ass that usually came before. Together, we sat down on the couch to take a breath, and enjoy the glowing feeling of closeness that always followed on of our sessions. It was just then that Bernard entered the room.

Bernard is our dog, a beautiful German Shepherd, standing almost 60 centimeters high at the shoulders. He’s supremely trained, partly from the breeder, and partly by Sing. Usually, he’d come bounding at me along with Christine when I come in the door, but he had probably been sleeping. After licking my hand as ways of greeting, he went over to Christine’s leather panties that lay forgotten at the floor. As I saw him sniff it, it gave me an idea. “Say, Christine...” I started slowly. “Yes, daddy?” She looked up expectantly. “5,5 is only 0,5 more than 5... and 8 is only 0,5 more than 7,5.” Her eyes widened, as she understood what I said. Then she leaped into my lap again, kissing me all over the face. “You’re the best daddy in the world!” she said, as she jumped down and went over to Bernard.

She had been promised that I would fuck her in the ass when she reached 5,5 rear, and that Bernard could fuck her unprimed when she reached 8 front. Usually, when she fucked him, she had to jack him off or suck him to make his knot swell, so that it couldn’t enter her pussy. Of course, that also limited the maximum possible depth of his thrusts. If he weren’t primed, his knot would swell inside her instead, locking them together until the knot deflated. Even though his huge knot would never have to pass through the hole itself, the size of it inside could cause a rupture. I figured, however, that if she could take my dick in the ass so easily, she could also take Bernard’s knot.

Christine wasted no time, maybe afraid that I would change my mind. She immediately got down on all four in front of Bernard, allowing him to sniff both her sobbing pussy and her wide-opened asshole. She then lowered her breast towards the floor to signal that he was to fuck her in the pussy. Bernard was a smart dog, and he knew that he wasn’t allowed to screw Christine without being primed first. He looked at me, and I gave him the OK signal with my hand. With a bark, he acknowledged and jumped on top of her. Well, actually he walked on top of her, since she was a bit too small for a real doggy-position. Balancing on one arm, Christine stretched her other hand back to guide Bernard into her pussy. He could usually find it for himself if he had to, but it was easier if he had someone to guide him.

As soon as he felt the wetness of her pussy, Bernard lunged forwards, swiftly impaling her on his canine shaft. She had taken it numerous times before, but without the knot, it could penetrate almost 7 centimeters deeper. As he hit bottom, his knot inflated, growing from insignificance to the size of a tennis ball in a matter of seconds. In her untried pussy, it probably felt more like a big orange. Christine’s eyes, which had been half-closed as she enjoyed the penetration, snapped wide open at this. It was only by biting her lip again that she could stop from screaming.

Sing noticed this and suddenly smiled wickedly. She rose from the couch and walked over to Christine and Bernard, where she dropped to the floor again. Lying back, she then drew her legs backwards ‘till they touched her breasts, almost pushing her crotch into her daughter’s mouth. “Why don’t you use that mouth for something besides suppressed screams?” She asked pointedly, and Christine dived into her pussy again without complain. Wordlessly, Sing took hold of her hair and pulled her up again. “Not there, dear. Since you’ve already taken the antibiotic, you might as well use it.” Christine gulped and nodded. Sing pulled harder on her legs, revealing her little brown hole to her daughter.
Well, not that little, really. It was only due to her well-trained musculature that Sing was still able to keep the hole closed, and even that would probably not work much longer. Pretty soon, she would have to start wearing a semi-permanent butt-plug to keep the shit from just running out of her. I had already bought one, a pretty clever device that was actually hollow, and could be opened by pushing a button. Thus, she would essentially gain a new closing function for her ass.

My daughter’s little pink tongue emerged from between her red lips and started rimming my wife’s asshole. As Sing released her conscious hold on the muscle, the hole gradually opened, allowing Christine to run her tongue along first the outside, and then the inside of it, cleaning out all the mucus there. The sight of my daughter getting fucked hard by the family dog while cleaning out my wife’s asshole was so incredibly erotic, that despite having fired two loads already, my dick stirred and rose once again.

Bernard was really getting worked up. He had always loved to fuck Christine, and his first chance of going all out was probably just as exiting for him as for her. His hips blurred as he jabbed in and out much faster than any human could possibly do. The pleasure was obviously overpowering, and Christine started to loose control. She didn’t seem to be tonguing Sing’s asshole very much anymore, and her legs were shaking. With the knot anchored inside her, Bernard was able to achieve a much higher speed than otherwise, thought it might sound strange. His dick seemed to move through the knot as if it was just a ball with a hole in it, at least on the way in, but it halted him effectively on the outdraw.

Leaving the couch to join my family, I lay down on the floor so that I could see the actual meeting of Christine’s cute little ass and Bernard’s canine hips. I was amazed to see that there was actually a slight bulge moving just above her pussy. You could actually see where the knot was! Also, every time he drew out, he labia bulged out from the pressure. It was a very sexy sight, and I soon reached full erection again.

Before Bernard finally blew his load into her five-year-old womb, Christine had had 3 orgasms that I could see. Bernard was huffing heavily, his tongue almost touching her neck, and she was not much better off. Resolutely, Bernard swung his legs over her back, turning around so that they stood ass to ass. It would take quite while before he could get away. “So, did you like it?” Sing asked her daughter. “Yeah, mom, it was great! I’m going to have him fuck me every day from now on!” Sing shook her head and smiled. “That’s fine, dear. We’ll see how long you’ll be able to hold that promise. But I’m glad you like it... especially since your tongue-work seems to have stopped entirely.”

Christine looked up, noticing the wide-open butthole that was still positioned right in front of her face. “Get going, dear. You should be able to finish before Bernard gets out.” “Yes, mom...” She answered, and stuck her tongue into the dark hole again. Sing started moaning at the pleasure, and reached down to spread her buns with he hands. This opened up her butthole so much that Christine could hardly cover it all. Resolutely, she opened her mouth wide and glued it over her mother’s ass, letting her tongue run all around the inside of her shit-chute.

When Bernard finally managed to pull out his shrinking dick, Sing’s ass was cleaned out, and her daughter’s saliva was dripping from the hole. As she got up, she noticed my still impressive erection and smiled. “Go sit on the couch, dear, and I’ll join you.” I knew what that meant, of course, and as I sat down, I pointed my dick at the ceiling. Sure enough, Sing quickly pulled off her dress, and sat down on me, carefully lowering her wet asshole down over my stiff member. Although it lacked the amazing tightness of my daughter’s ass, Sings well trained muscles had me in heaven in no time. With a whistle, she then summoned Bernard, who had settled down in a corner to lick his dick.

At the sound of the “come fuck me” signal, his fading member leaped back into action. With a bark, he bounded over to us and started sniffing at our joined organs. “Would you, dear?” She asked, and with a nod (which she, of course, couldn’t see) I reached for the controls for the couch. By the push of a button, the back of the couch leaned back, halfway turning it into a bed. At that angle, it was possible for Bernard to mount Sing in the missionary position, which was quite unusual for a dog. I could feel his knot expand through the thin tissue that separates pussy and ass, and the additional pressure multiplied the pleasure.

In Sing’s pussy, Bernard had little chance to tie. His knot moved in and out with ease, slowing down his thrusts, but generating a lot of pleasure. I rarely fuck her in the pussy anymore, since it generates little pleasure for either of us, but she doesn’t mind. She had plenty of other ways to get her orgasms, and so do I. “Hey, cookie, come over here.” I said to my daughter who was still sitting on the carpet where Bernard had left her. Obediently, she walked over to me, and sat down next to my head. “Come sit on my head. I haven’t had a chance to lick a good pussy all day.” I knew that she loved it when I licked her off, especially right after she’d been fucked. With a squeal, she jumped up and lowered her dripping pussy over my mouth. While I savored the feeling of my wife’s ass around my cock, I drank in Bernard’s doggy sperm and my daughter’s pussy juice with equal facility.

The feeling of Bernard’s knot moving along my rigid member massaged me to heaven, but not so much that I stopped licking my daughter’s pussy. The mixed taste was bittersweet, like dark chocolate, and I enjoyed it. Finally, Christine let out a thin scream, and toppled off me as she convulsed in orgasm. Exhausted by having 5-6 orgasms in less than an hour, she closed her eyes and fell asleep on the spot. My wife continued fucking Bernard and me until he came again and I followed suit. Bernard climbed off her, and went to a corner to lick his probably sore dick. Apparently untouched by the events, Sing got up from me and went back to the kitchen, with sperm running from both holes. My wife possesses an amazing stamina.

It took me a few minutes to gather the necessary energy to get up and pull up my pants. Even though Sing never demanded it of me, I decided to go help her with the dishes. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed some of her stuff lying on the table, and asked her if she wanted a hand reattaching it.

My wife has several piercings. She’s got a ring in each nibble, and one in the clit. From each of them runs a silver chain, and they meet in a ring a ways above her navel. I can attach a leash to the ring, and then drag her along by tits and clit, as I have done to many of the bondage-s/m parties we have attended. The clit-ring is attached to the clit itself, not just the hood, and the general tightness of the chains pulls it out permanently. Her clit hasn’t been covered for more than 10 years. The exposure to air has made it incredibly sensitive, and even a few touches can send her straight to heaven. Or hell.

Below that is the piece of jewelry that Sing is most proud of. Her outer labia are pierced in eight places, four in each side, and a grommet was inserted in each. When she was not having sex, a silver chain ran through them like a shoelace, tying her lips together. At the bottom, the two ends of the chain were then attached to a padlock, to which only I have the key. It always dangles when she moves, stimulating her constantly. Most of the time, she inserted a huge dildo in her cunt before it was sealed, giving additional pleasure whenever she walked. She used to wear an inflatable butt-plug too, but she hasn’t worn one for a while, knowing that her ass would soon be unable to close itself again.

She had removed the chain and dildo from her pussy with the key, and left it there. “That would be nice.” She said as she sat down on a chair with her legs spread wide. I picked up the almost horse-sized dildo and slowly pushed it into her sperm-stained pussy, closing her labia around it afterwards. Years of practice has made the insertion of the chain thought the grommets easy, and in less than 30 seconds, I closed the padlock and put the key into my pocket. “Thanks, darling.” She got up and wiggled her butt to settle in the huge dildo. “I always feel kind of empty when it isn’t there. By the way, speaking of piercings... have you gotten the rings for Christine?” I padded my pocket. “I got ‘em right here. I’ve also cleaned the piercing set, so everything’s ready for her birthday.” She nodded and smiled. “She’ll look adorable with them, I’m sure.”

When we were just finishing the dishes, Christine padded into the kitchen. She had taken off her school uniform, and was now only wearing her leather panties. Both Sing and Christine often walked around naked. All of the windows in our house were mirror-glass, transparent only from our side. No one could look in, so we could do almost anything anywhere in the house. If someone asked, I told them that Sing had once been surprised by a Peeping Tom, and had insisted on the special windows. Since I was so obviously completely infatuated with my beautiful wife, nobody questioned my obedience to her whim.

After I was done with the dishes, I went into the living room to read my newspaper. Sing took out a washcloth and started removing the sperm-spots from the floor and carpet, while Christine started playing with Bernard. When she started sucking him off, Sing cautioned her to drink it all, or she would have to clean up herself. Christine merely nodded, causing Bernard to yelp.

When I was done with the newspaper, Christine was doing some extra exercise, fucking herself feverently with her two dildos. She did that daily, to get her holes used to it. I noticed that they were running a little easy, and reminded myself to get her some new ones the next day. We then watched a new kiddy-porn movie that Sing had ordered over the net, and afterwards it was Christine’s bedtime. On her request, I carried her up to bed after she’d brushed her teeth and been on the toilet. As I put her in bed, I looked around furtively to make sure that Sing wasn’t nearby, and whispered something in Christine’s ear. She nodded quickly, looking around as well, enjoying the secrecy. When Sing showed up to kiss her goodnight, she put up an innocent face and winked at me when her mother left. She then changed the dial on her clock, and put it under her pillow.

Friday night, my wife and me always go all the way out. We have good sex every night, but Friday it’s better (and more perverted) than usual. This time, I had suspended Sing in the middle of the room, like and X with her arms and legs spread wide. She was blindfolded, and completely helpless. I started out by slowly removing the chains from her pussy, and then pulling out the dildo. Her cunt seemed to try to suck it in again, but in the end it was left empty, gapping like a landed fish. I stood there for a while, just enjoying Sing’s pleas to put something, anything into her. She would get her wish soon enough. I then spend half an hour caressing her, touching all of her skin, but avoiding the erogenous zones. She was getting very frustrated.

I looked at the clock, carefully timing the first touch to her aching clit. Sure enough, the moans she released masked the sounds of the door opening just on time. My daughter, still dressed only in her leather panties, snuck into the room on tippy-toe. I signaled for her to remove the panties, and then pointed ad the jar of lubricant that was standing near her. She nodded and went to work. “So, my little bitch, would you like something inside that canyon-sized cunt of yours?” I asked my wife teasingly. “Yes master, please put something up there!” She pleaded. “Anything! Nothing is too big! I don’t care if it tears me, I just can’t stand being empty anymore!” As she said that, I nodded at Christine, who had by now covered her little arms in lubricant.

Without a sound, she started sliding her right arm into her mother’s pussy. Sing moaned at the feeling, not knowing where it came from. Christine watched with wide-eyed fascination as her arm slid all the way in to the elbow. Halfway through the upper arm, she seemed to encounter some resistance. She looked at me, and I nodded. “Can you feel it sliding into your womb?” I whispered in the ear of my wife as her daughter continued to press. Her brow furrowed, and finally she sunk in to the shoulder, embedding her little fist deep inside the womb that once bore her.

“Do you want more?” I asked Sing. “Please, master! Give me more! PLEEEAAASEEE!” she almost screamed. With a second nod to Christine, she started pushing her other arm in next to the right, opening up her mother’s pussy to the maximum. Together, her arms were as big as the dick of a big horse. Sing seemed almost to hold her breath as her entire vaginal tract was spread wide. As the mouth of her womb was forced wide open by the entrance of a second hand, she gave out a scream of mixed pain and pleasure.

With both her arms shoulder-deep inside her mother, Christine leaned forward and licked her clit. Sing screamed as she convulsed in an orgasm that took several minutes. As she finally calmed down, I whispered “I’ve got a surprise for you...” in her ear, and removed the blindfold. Looking down, she saw her daughter, who in turn looked up and smiled. “Hi, mom! Surprised?” Sing looked shocked for a short while. We had never included Christine in our Friday night games before. She quickly shook it off, however, and simply said “Thank you.”

“We’re not done yet!” I said, and behind her back, I smeared my own arm with lubricant. Using the other hand, I spread her buns and pushed my fingers into her unprepared asshole. It had been widened a lot in the past, and I had fisted her there before, but I knew that she hadn’t had anything bigger than my dick in there for several days. She creamed in pain as her tender hole spread widely to accommodate the base of my hand, and then it was in. While she was still catching her breath, I continued to push deeper into her, until I finally hit bottom. By then, I was elbow-deep in her ass. I had done that before, but I had never held it there for very long, usually pulling it out again about then. This time, however, would be different.

“So, my little bitch, how does it feel to have three arms inside you body?” I asked her. “W... wonderful... master...” she said, almost out of breath. “Well then, I wouldn’t want to rob you of it all, then...” still holding my right arm inside her, I signaled to Christine. Pulling them out one at a time, she withdrew her arms from Sing’s pussy, while my horny wife bemoaned (literally!) the loss. Christine then wiped her arms in the tissue that had been placed on the floor for the same purpose, and pulled one of the levers that was attached to the wall.

With a slow clinking sound, the chains that held my wife up began to unroll, lowering her gently to the floor. I carefully followed her with my arm, until she was on hands and feet on the floor, huffing. Without needing further instructions, Christine then opened the manacles that attached the wrists and ankles of her mother to the chains. “Okay, my little fisting-addict, since you are now free, why don’t you crawl over to the bed and bend over it?” Sing gasped, looking over her shoulder at the arm emerging from her butt. She then nodded.

Moving carefully to limit the pain in her ass, she crawled across the floor, while I followed, still joined to her ass by the arm. We probably looked a bit silly, but I didn’t care. I could feel her muscle massaging my arm as we moved across the floor, and I could imagine what it would feel like to her. Finally, she reached the bed and crawled over it, resting her midsection on the edge. Following the plan, Christine then picked up the chains I had left on the bed and attached them to her mother’s wrists. The other end of the chains went under the bed, and emerged right below Sing.

Christine crawled under us, and pulled the chains taut, forcing Sing’s arms out in front of her head. She then attached the other end to her mother’s nibble rings. Thus chained, any attempt on moving away from the bed would result in extreme pain in the nibbles, which were already pulled out painfully form her body.

Christine then crawled onto the bed and sat down in front of her mother. “Since you’re there anyway, why don’t you train your tongue, mom?” She asked with a naughty grin, grinding her crotch straight into her mother’s huffing mouth.
While my wife started licking our daughter, I picked up the tube of lubricant I had left on the nightstand and applied it to the edge of her widely stretched asshole. The stuff I had put on originally had dried out a bit. When I was sure that everything was slippery, I started pulling out. Sing moaned into her daughter’s pussy, probably thinking that it was over now. It wasn’t.

As soon as the hilt of my hand reached the hole, I reversed the direction and pushed into her again, a bit faster than the first time. The force of the push send her headfirst into Christine’s pussy, and drowned her yelp of surprise. When I was in to the elbow again, I reversed again and pulled it almost all the way out in one swift movement. With quick movements, I started fucking my wife with my entire forearm. Quelling a scream of pain, she bit on to Christine’s clit, and send her screaming into her orgasm. When it passed, she rolled away, and just watched as I continued to speed up, making Silk pull on the chains whenever I pulled out. I kept increasing my speed, ignoring my aching arm muscles, and finally went all the way.

I pulled out hard, bringing my entire hand out of her, and before the asshole had time to close again, I pushed it back in. I was now punchfucking my wife full power. She wasn’t even moaning anymore, just sobbing now and then. Tears were actually streaming from her eyes, and while her pain was obvious, the undulating muscle of her ass also indicated that she was cumming non-stop. Finally, my arm tired, and I pulled out, not surprised to see blood on my fist. From the nightstand, I took the semi-permanent butt-plug that had been lying around for a while, and stuffed it into the gaping hole I had left. At the push of a button, it inflated and anchored itself in there.

A quick check revealed that Sing had passed out, and after cleaning the worst residue off my arm, I removed her chains and lifted her onto the bed where I tucked her in. I then went to the bathroom with Christine to get our arms cleaned a bit more thruoutly, and to give her a new set of dildos for her panties. In the dildo-locker, I selected dildos of size 5,5 and 8. As an afterthought, I took hollow dildos, with hidden garden hose attachments. She wouldn’t know the difference until they were used. After I had attached them to the panties, I decided to take a piss before I went back to bed. As I took up position in front of the toilet, I noticed my beautiful daughter putting on her black panties, and decided that it wouldn’t hurt to try. “Darling?” I asked. “Yes, daddy?” “Would you do me a favor?” “Anything you ask, daddy.” Boy, that obedience turned me on. “Come over here...” She walked over to me and looked at me expectantly. “Kneel down next to the toilet... that’s it. Now, put your hands behind your back.” As she did that, I picked up the pair of handcuffs we always had lying around in the bathroom, just in case, and clicked it onto her wrists. “Now, lean back your head, and open your mouth...” She looked startled. She had seen me doing it with her mother, but never tried it before. I looked at her, expecting her to refuse. Then she smiled and did as I had asked.

I took hold of my semi-rigid dick and aimed it at her mouth. Kneeling as she was, she wasn’t much higher than the toilet, but her mouth was a good deal smaller. I probably wouldn’t be able to hit with it all. With a moan, I released a stream of golden piss into them expectant mouth of my 5-year-old daughter. My aim was fairly good, and most of it splashed into her mouth where she eagerly sank it. A good deal of it hit her face instead, or ran down her chin to cover her still flat chest. There was no indication of breasts there yet, but her nibbles were very sensitive.

As my bladder emptied itself in a final spurt that hit her hair, I looked at this gorgeous little girl, handcuffed and helpless, eagerly working as my toilet, drinking down my hot piss as if it was the elixir of life. My dick rose swiftly to full erection. “Very good, dear, now you just need to clean it...” I closed the toilet seat, and lifted her onto it so that she could suck my dick without standing up. Having her kneeling in front of me exited me enormously. Without a word, she leaned forwards and took my stiff dick into her mouth. As her little tongue entered the piss-slit to clean out any drop that could be left there, my balls spasmed and a load of sperm joined my piss in her belly. It wasn’t exactly a secondary load, though, and she couldn’t drink down it all. As she pulled her mouth off to take a breath, the last few spurts covered her face in jism.

I removed the handcuffs and carried her into the shower where I washed her down. When she was clean, she looked up at me with her big, brown, almond-shaped eyes and asked, “Did I do good, daddy?” “You did perfectly, sweetheart. Perfectly...” I answered. She smiled, and as I picked her up to carry her back to her room, she kissed me and said again “You’re the best daddy in the whole world.” “Thanks, sweetie.” I said to her. “Now go back to your room and get some sleep. You’ll need to be rested for tomorrow.”

As I lay back in my bed, I thought about the events of the day. The taking of Christine’s anal virginity on the couch awakened memories of three years ago, when on the evening of her 3. Birthday, we had told her about sex. Sing had told her about the pleasure in flowery words, but admitted that the first time you tried a new type of sex, it hurt. I had explained to her about all the different variants, and made it clear to her that it wasn’t something you discussed openly. The little girl had been spellbound by our stories. I still remember what she looked like... wearing a gorgeous pink dress that had been bought just for her birthday, hair set up in two ponytails. She had looked so beautiful, so cute, and so sexy.

I had told her that most girls didn’t get a chance to try it until they were around 18, but that she could try it anytime she wanted to because she was such a lucky girl. She just looked at me and said “I wanna try it now, daddy! I’m sure you wouldn’t hurt me...” Her trust was touching, and her demeanor exited me. My cock hardened in my pants, and with a tug on the zipper, I released it into the air. Christine was very impressed. “Wow, daddy! That’s so HUGE!” She had said. Always the perfect thing to say to a guy...

Sing had picked her up and set her on her lap. She had peeled back her dress, and pulled of her little pink panties. Her slit was so small and completely hairless, I couldn’t imagine how my throbbing member would fit there. Sing had calmly given Christine an anatomical lesson, pointing out the various parts of her vagina and telling her of the various names that were used for them. She then proceeded to supply the same information about my dick, making me fell somehow like a display stand. After she was done, she gravely asked her daughter if she still wanted to try sex. Christine nodded, but then said “But I wanna try a blowjob first! I wanna know how it tastes.”

Before we could react, she jumped over to my lap and gripped my dick with her tiny hands. She could barely reach around it with both hands, and when she leaned her head over it, I didn’t think it would fit. She started out by kissing the head, and then licking it like a lollypop. Finally, she attempted to swallow it. By opening her mouth all the way, she was able to squeeze the head into her hot little mouth, her breath coming through her nose in bursts as she fought the gagging reflex. Her little tongue danced swiftly over the bloated head as Sing calmly gave her information on how best to please a man with your mouth.

As Christine started applying that information to my dick, my balls started to throb, and suddenly my sperm exploded out the end of my dick, straight into the throat of my daughter. Her eyes widened in surprise and with a violent yank, she pulled her head off my cock, making me moan as her teeth scraped over the tender head. Most of the load hit her face, covering it nicely. Her dress got hit too, but after a birthday party with cake and fizzy lemonade it needed washing anyway. “How did you like it?” Sing asked as her daughter swallowed her father’s seed. “I like it!” She smiled. “That’s good, isn’t it?” “That’s very good, darling.” Sing picked her up and kissed her, getting a share of my sperm.

“Ok, now I want to fuck!” Christine said, exited to use a newly learned word. “Okay, sweetheart, you can do it in several different positions, and I’ll teach them all to you in time, but for now we’d better start with missionary position. That’s you on the back, and your lover-in this case your father-on top.” Sing was all business. She pushed a button on the side of the armrest, and the back of the couch swung down to make it a bed of sorts. “Do I have to take off my dress?” Christine asked, eager to get going. “No, in this case it isn’t necessary. Just bunch your skirt around your waist, and it should be fine.” “Okay, mom.”

My daughter crawled over to the middle of the couch, and pulled up her skirt. She then laid down on her back and spread her legs, revealing her hairless little cunny to me. “Come on, daddy! Fuck your little girl. I’m your good little girl, ain’t I?” She looked so wondrous as she lay there, like a mirage in the desert. All my blood seemed to run into my dick, and it felt as if it just grew a bit more. I quickly crawled over to her, and positioned myself over her. She was only tree years old and small for her age because of her Asian blood. I was at least four times as big, and much heavier. If I didn’t hold myself up with my arms, I would crush her. As my dick reached her cunt, her head was under my chest, and she was starring at that big thing that would soon be inside her, wondering how it would fit.

“Now, dear, this is the tricky part...” Sing still sounded like a schoolteacher. Probably because she was sorry that she couldn’t break her daughter’s cherry for herself, so she had to push all her hornyness aside. “Reach down and spread your outer labia, so that they aren’t pulled in when he enters you. That is somewhat painful.” “Yes, mom.” She had to use both of her hands to spread them apart, and even though she was obviously pulling hard, it was a very small target to hit. Carefully, I lowered my self towards her, letting my weight press my bloated cockhead into her 3-year-old virgin pussy. I could see the flesh on the sides of her pussy bulging out to give my dick room to enter, and what a sight it was.

Christine was breathing hard now, biting her lip in pain, but she was bent on going through with it. I felt a little resistance as I reached her hymen, and looked down on my daughter, so beautiful. “Are you ready to loose your virginity?” I asked her. “Yes, daddy, break my virginity, make me your good little whore!” Where had she picked up that sort of words? That was probably where she discovered that dirty talking exited me, ‘cause when I heard it I thrust down with all my strength, bursting through her virginity and making her a woman at the age of 3. Tears stood in her eyes as the sharp pain of the breaking joined the dull pain of the stretching. My thrust continued through her untried vaginal canal, until I hit bottom. Only about half of my dick was inside her, but it was fairly impressive none the less.

I fucked my daughter gently, keeping my own lust at bay and concentrating on making her feel good. The first time is very important. She had her three first orgasms right below my eyes, and then I came too. Even through her pussy fitted me as tightly as any condom, my sperm spurted out along the edges as I released it into a place where there were no room. As she felt my warmth fill her, she came again with a scream, and fainted. I pulled out of her carefully, leaning back to watch the image before me. My daughter, just turned three, with my sperm all over her face and dress, with the skirt bunched around her waist, her legs spread wide, and my jism running out of her tight little hairless slit. Sing took a photo to memorize the occasion. I’ve still got it in my safe, along with many other memorabilia.

Later that evening, Christine learned about the pleasures of being licked, and tried it from both sides. We presented her with her first set of black leather panties, and told her of the rewards that awaited her when she go the dildos up in size. She’s been training hard ever since.

The alarm clock woke me the following morning. With a moan I got up and shut it off, rubbing my sore arm. I had forgotten to stretch after the exercise last night, and now it came back to haunt me. I could only imagine how Sing must have felt as she slowly regained consciousness. I quickly suppressed a very bad joke about the importance of stretching and swung my legs out of bed. Sing was doing the same when she suddenly noticed the plug in her ass and recognized it for what it was. “Do you think I need it now?” She asked. “Yes, dear. It would have happened soon anyway, and I think you would prefer if it happened like that.” She nodded. “You’re right, dear. Thank you. Actually, it feels sort of nice. It’s been a while since I last woke up with something big stuck up my ass.” With a wicked grin, she swung out of bed and bend down to pick up her slippers, revealing her asshole to me. The sight of the 13-centimeter plug spreading her asscheeks brought my dick into full attention, but I suppressed my urges. I would need my vitality later.

We let Christine sleep for 15 more minutes as we went to the bathroom and prepared breakfast. On the toilet, my wife tried out her new attachment and laughed at the feeling. “It’s like I’m some sort of cyborg!” She said. “I reach down and push a button, and swoosh, I dump my waste material.” When we called Christine down for breakfast, she came bounding down the stairs, eager to get started on the day. “I can’t wait to see Uncle Ben again!” She said while she wolfed down her cereals.

Almost every weekend, if I didn’t have too much work, we went to visit Uncle Ben on his farm. He was a pretty good friend of mine, and since Christine had known him since infancy, she always called him Uncle Ben. Ben is a huge Afro-American, standing close to two meters tall, with the arms of a professional wrestler. He actually had a stint as a boxer in his youth, but when his father died and he inherited his farm, he turned away from it. He still practices regularly, though, and a couple of times he has shown that he still have his old skills intact. In one instance, a bunch of half-drunken bullies in a station wagon had reeled their way out to his farm and decided to harass the animals. There were 5 of them, but after a couple of hooks, a few straight punches and an uppercut, they decided that five-on-one wasn’t good enough odds against him. Christine always wants to hear that story, and she keeps comparing him to all the action heroes she sees at the movies. Ben always seems to walk a little prouder after she’s compared him to Wesley Snipes.

When we’d finished eating, we started packing the car. After almost stumbling over Christine twice, she was resolutely send to her room until we were done. Staying out from underfoot was never one of her strong points. When we were done, I went up to get her. As I neared her room, I could hear the stereo she’d gotten for her 5th birthday working it’s way through The Beatles Number 1 CD. I hummed along with “I Feel Fine”, singing one of the lines. “I’m so glad, that she’s my little girl...” when it got to the part with “He buys her diamond rings, you know...” I smiled. Sing would probably be jealous when she saw the rings I had bought for Christine.

After I had picked her up along with her luggage, I collected Bernard, and we all climbed into the family car. It was a half-hour drive to Ben’s farm, and we wanted to avoid the rush hour. Fortunately, most people were heading in the opposite direction that day, towards the beach. It was a beautiful day in the month of June, the sun was warm, the sky was blue, and there wasn’t a cloud within 50 miles. It would be horrible around noon, but it sure was a great morning. Sure enough, the car had turned into a sauna before we were halfway there, and with all the windows open, communication was impossible. The rest of the trip passed in silence.

Ben was standing at the entrance to his farm to greet us, and as soon as the car stopped, Christine rushed out of it and jumped into his arms. “Uncle Ben!” she yelled kissing his smiling face. “I missed you...” “It’s only been a week, little one.” Ben answered in his deep bass voice. He set her down and went to greet us, picking up our stuff as usual. Even if you only stay for one night, you always need some stuff, especially if you’re along with two women.

He deposited our luggage in the guestroom, and we unpacked. Christine left her panties, and Sing her lower jewelry, since they didn’t want it getting in their way. As soon as we had finished, they went down to the barn to say hello to the animals, with Bernard bounding after them, and I went to have a chat with Ben. We never let Christine go into the barn alone, far too many big animals. I chatted with Ben for a while, and he told me of the recent events of the farm. Running it wasn’t easy, partly because there were so many different animals. Most farmers stuck to one thing, maybe cattle of pigs, and bought what else they needed. But Ben insisted on running an old-fashioned farm, one that provided him with everything he needed. He didn’t earn a terrible lot of money, but he didn’t need very much either. At least, that’s what the IRS thinks. In fact, Ben had a minor fortune stashed in his mattress, metaphorically speaking. Or maybe not. Anyway, he had made a bunch of untaxed money from catering to certain special guests. We never had to pay, though. Ben believed that there shouldn’t be money between friends.

After having shared some of the events of last week with Ben, I left for the barn, and Ben promised to join us a bit later. As expected, both of my women were indulging themselves when I got there. Sing was having a menage-a-trois with Bernard and one of the bigger farm-dogs, with the local dog buried in her dripping pussy, while she sucked Bernard to an orgasm. Christine had taken off all of her clothing, and was standing under one of the big farm-horses. And I mean standing. Her head wasn’t even close to touching his belly, and his dick was bigger than one of her legs. It was semi-stiff and out of the sheath, and she was playing with it.

She was running her little hands along the huge dong, licking around the head and putting her tiny tongue into his piss-slit. His dickhead was flared out, and the effect was simply grotesque. His “head” was as big as hers, it looked as if they were kissing! The horse neighed, and his dick stiffened further. As it started rising towards his belly, she had to hold it down with all of her weight to keep the head within reach. She was almost being lifted off her feet by it, and the effect was hilarious. I couldn’t help laughing, and when Sing looked up from giving Bernard a blow-job, she laughed too. “Don’t just stand there, daddy!” Christine said, still trying to pull the resisting member back to her mouth. “Give me a hand!”

Still smiling, I went over to her and pushed the throbbing dick down to her again. She resumed her licking without even saying thank you. As always when I handled a big animal dick, I was surprised at how soft and smooth it was. You sort of expected it to be rough, but it was really very pleasant. The horse neighed again, louder this time, and I could feel his cock throb harder. Suddenly, the first spurt of semen shot out of the slid and right into the mouth of my daughter. It was only the first spurt, but it was about the size of an entire human wad, and it filled her mouth completely. She drank what she could, and allowed the rest to cover her face. She then used his dickhead as a showerhead, spraying her young nibbles and her hairless abdomen, then turning around to take it down the back and over the ass. The last few spurts went into the hair, where she massaged it in like shampoo.

When the horse finally stopped cumming, she was almost completely covered in his cum. Horse sperm dripped from every part of her body, and while she wiped it out of her eyes she smiled at me. “I wanna go around like this for the rest of the day!” She said in a voice that didn’t invite discussion. “Okay, darling, but that means that you can’t go into the house, and you’ll need a serious bath before you go to bed.” She nodded. It wasn’t really all that much of a problem, since all meals were eaten outside at this time of year, and walking around naked was not a problem in the heat. Indeed, I might very well do so myself, just to cool off.

“Taken a bath, I see.” Ben noted when he came in the door. Christine just laughed. “So, do you need anything?” He looked around. Sing was just getting up after bringing off both of the dogs, and she turned towards him. “Yes, I’d like you to give me a hand bringing out Bully.” My brow wrinkled. Bully hadn’t gotten his name for nothing. He was the most violent of all the horses, fucking with all of his incredible strength, whether it was a mare or a woman that was below him. He was also unwilling to let anybody but Ben, who he respected for his strength, handle him. Whenever someone wanted to get screwed -well, raped might be a better expression- by him, he had to be taken to the mating bench, a specially build contraption that made it possible for women to mate with even the biggest horses.

For the more peaceful horses, it was rarely necessary with more than something of appropriate height for the woman to kneel on, but the biggest ones didn’t know their own strength. If Bully hadn’t been so violent, you wouldn’t even have needed that, since he wasn’t really that big. But Bully always seemed hell-bent on making every ride as uncomfortable as possible for his partner. In the mating bench, both horse and woman was strapped in, limiting his ability to cause harm, but a round with him was still a rather unpleasant experience. He was mainly popular with the masochists.

While Sing and I occasionally did things that bordered on S/M, Sing wasn’t really a masochist. Pain was the means, not the goal. She had tried Bully before, but she hadn’t liked it a lot, and I was surprised that she was now requesting another session. But it was her decision, and I wouldn’t dream of contending it. Ben nodded gravely, and went deeper into the barn. We followed until we reached the mating bench, and there waited for him to come with the horse.

Bully was an amazingly gorgeous horse. His coat was jet-black, almost exactly the same color as the hair of my wife and daughter, and he seemed almost to shine in the pale light of the unshielded bulb in the roof. Ben had many times considered having some better lighting put in, but the primitive barn-look was popular with the customers, so he kept it. I helped Sing strap herself in, enjoying the feeling of attaching the leather harness to her. Suddenly, she looked deeply into my eyes, and reached down with her last free arm. She pushed a button on the side of the contraption, lowering the rear end. It was the setting for anal penetration. I started at her in shock. Bully wasn’t the biggest of the horses, but his dick was still about the size of... well, my arm, really. Understanding her, I nodded. I reached up behind her and pushed the deflation button on the butt-plug, allowing me to remove it. I picked up the jar of lubrication that was placed near the mating bench, and applied the contents liberally to the inside and outside of her gasping asshole. It hadn’t managed to pull itself together yet.

Ben had been busy putting the harness on the uncooperative Bully, and hadn’t noticed the change of position. As he brought Bully over and attached him over my wife, set so that he wouldn’t be able to penetrate until Ben pulled a certain lever, I felt sure that he had no idea of the change of hole. Bully snorted and pulled against the harness, eager to get his already stiff cock into the soft meat beneath him. Ben went over to Sing’s head and gripped the lever that would remove the restricting strap. “Are you ready?” he asked her, almost formally. She closed her eyes and nodded. Ben pulled the lever, and with a triumphant neigh, Bully leapt forward, impaling my wife in a single bound. Sing’s eyes shot open, and her mouth opened in a scream. But nothing came out. It was as if the thrust had pushed all air from her lungs, her face was frozen in a grimace of unreleased pain.

Ben was taken by surprise by this, not knowing how Bully could elicit such a reaction from so experienced a woman. I was worried. While Bully’s dick wasn’t any broader than my arm, it was certainly longer than my forearm. If he had pushed it all into her ass, with all of his muscular weight behind it, she could have been seriously injured. I was about to tell Ben to push the panic button, which would release a half-ton pull on the horse’s hindquarter, effectively pulling him out, when Sing regained control of her face. As Bully began thrusting violently into her tight ass, she managed to sob out a few words. “It’s... oh.... kay... oh... OHHH... I’m... fiIIIne...” she shut her mouth, grinding her teeth together to keep in the pain. “What’s going on here?” Ben asked, checking the bench. When he noticed the lever set to anal, his eyebrows shot up.

“You should have told me...” he said slowly. “You would have argued.” I countered. “It was her decision, and it is her body. If she wishes to take a risk like that, then it’s not our place to try to stop her.” Ben sighed and nodded. “You’re probably right...” I suddenly noticed Christine approaching her bucking mother. I was about to stop her, but held myself back. We had never let her get close to Bully, since he was so dangerous, but now he was strapped down thoroughly, and he could neither bite nor kick.

Bully wasn’t as big as the farm-horse she’d been playing with earlier, and she had to duck her head when she went under him. Above her, Bully’s pelvis was pistoning in and out of her mother’s asshole, alternately forcing her forwards and pulling her back. I could vaguely see a trickle of blood coming from her over-stretched butthole, but anything else would have been surprising. Suddenly, Christine gripped one of his muscular hind legs and swung herself up. I gasped.
Sing had taught her daughter some martial arts, as well as some Chinese acrobatics, and she was getting very good at it, but that move amazed me. She seemed to spin 180 degrees in a jump, and gripped Bully’s hindquarters with her feet. She took him right above the legs, and the large muscle below her feet gave her the hold she needed. For a moment, she hung suspended by her feet alone. Bully had stopped his frantic fucking when he felt her grip, and he was now craning his neck to find out what was happening at his ass.

Like an acrobat, my daughter swung the upper part of her body between his legs, putting a hand on each of his thighs to support her. She was bent almost into a perfect U, and her face was right below his balls. Finally deciding that it wasn’t important that a slight weight was hanging from his ass, Bully resumed his swift thrusts. Thanks to her powerful leg-muscles, Christine managed to hang on, with her crotch exposed to the world right below his asshole. I hope for her sake that he didn’t decide to lighten his load while she hung there. None of us were really into scat.

Her reasons for assuming that acrobatic position became obvious as she lowered -well, raised, really- her head to his balls and started licking them. I pulled out my cock and started masturbating, something that I hadn’t done for years, (who needs it when you live with two sexy ladies that are always home & hot?) I just couldn’t help it. My daughter, not even turned six yet, was hanging from the hindquarters of a horse, licking his balls passionately while he violently raped her helplessly tied up mother in the ass. Ben soon pulled out his huge, black tool and joined me.

After what seemed like hours, Bully neighed loudly and thrust forwards all the way, straining against his bonds in an attempt to go even deeper. There her held it while he pumped his sperm into her already over-stuffed ass. At the same time, Ben and me erupted, aiming our loads at my little baby’s wide-open crotch, adding our sperm to the drying horse-jism that was already there. My dick didn’t even soften, and it seems that Ben felt the same way.

Christine swung down from her precarious perch, landing agilely on her feet, smiling at us. I was so horny after watching that, I didn’t even stop to think. I picked her up from where she stood, turned her around and thrust my throbbing member into her jism-covered asshole. I held her suspended in midair, practically hanging from my cock. She squealed in pleasure as the positioned allowed me to push deeper and harder than the night before. Then Ben appeared, holding his black cock in front of him like a spear. He roughly spread her legs with his powerful hands, and leaned forwards. As his over-sized black dong hung in front of her petite pussy, it seems that his raging lust abated a bit, and he stopped.

Ben is pretty big, not exactly a horse-cock, but pretty damned big. He had never fucked Christine before, only been licked. I was in no position to stop him, and when she saw that huge thing hanging in front of her cunt, she moaned expectantly. “Please, Uncle Ben! Fuck your big, black cock into your little one! My tight pussy needs to be filled!” As usually, her dirty talking had the desired effect, and as Ben’s lustfulness returned full-force, he pushed into her with a roar. Christine had never been sandwiched before, and judging from the moans that reached my ears, she liked it. Ben’s cock must be about 9.5, and she didn’t even flinch even though her asshole was already filled! What was her limit?

Mashed between the muscular bodies of her father and “uncle”, Christine wasn’t late in cumming. She screamed out her orgasm as her young juices trickled over Ben’s dick. Even through both Ben and I had cum recently, the tightness of her newly stretched holes and the extra pressure of the other’s dick brought us both to an orgasm before she had time to cum again.

As soon as Ben had huffingly pulled his cock out of her pussy, I raised her off mine and set her down. My arms were starting to ache, and I reminded myself to stretch before I went to sleep. “Hey, guys, could you help me out here?” Sing’s voice came from the mating bench. In our urge to get our rocks off, we had forgotten that my wife was still tied up with an arm-sized horse-cock embedded in her bowels. She had had to turn her neck in an uncomfortable angle to see the action behind her, and even then she had hardly seen more than Ben’s back.

Ben apologized to her, and started undoing Bully’s restraints immediately. I quickly picked her butt-plug off the floor, and as soon as Ben pulled Bully out of her asshole, I stuffed it in and inflated it. As expected, very little of his sperm had escaped around the tight seal of his huge cock. “What are you doing?” Sign asked wonderingly as I untied her. “Oh, I just thought that you ought to carry his load around for a little while longer...” I answered in an offhand manner. She moaned and rubbed her tits. As expected, the idea of carrying around a gallon or so horsecum in her bowels made her hot.

Christine looked at Sing’s widely dissented asshole, and asked “Will I get as big as mom one day?” I laughed and picked her up. “You’ll get even bigger, sweetie-pie. Don’t you remember what your mom said last night? She hadn’t reached your level ‘till she was almost 7!” My little girl beamed at me. Sing smiled and shook her head. She got off the bench, and started stretching various appendages that had become sore from the exercise. I was more or less emptied by then, but the sight made Ben’s dick jump again. In his case, at least, the old adage about the virility of black men is true.
“Say, Sing, after an assfuck like that, you pussy must be feeling really empty...” he said while his prick started rising for the ceiling. Sing giggled. “You know me, Ben. If you want to screw me, just ask.” Ben smiled. “All right, Sing, can I stuff my black meat into your swampy canyon?” I grinned at Christine. “Too bad you don’t have your notebook handy, huh?” She playfully smacked me on the chin. Sing just nodded, sat down and spread her legs. Ben grinned, walked over to her, and unceremoniously dropped down on her. His dick sunk in to the hilt at first thrust, and the squishy sounds that issued from their joined abdomens suggested that Ben’s description of my wife’s pussy had been accurate.

“Hey, daddy...” Christine said, still in my arms, “why don’t you go stick you dick into mom’s mouth?” I reached down and shook my flaccid cock. “Because daddy is empty, dear. I’m all out of sperm.” Christine grinned naughtily. “Then use something else.” During the sweaty car-ride I had drunk quite a bit of water, since we had been pretty foreseeing on that point, and the beer I had had with Ben before had added to that. I had emptied my bladder that very morning, but at Christine’s suggestion it started begging to release its load. “Nice idea, darling.” I set her down, and walked over to the unusual coupling on the floor.

That’s right - unusual. In a family such as ours, missionary position is the exception, not the rule. I sank down over Sing’s head, turned so that I could watch Ben’s face consort in pleasure. He is one of the few men that can still get something out of my wife’s baggy pussy. “Ready again so soon?” She asked teasingly. “No, not really.” I answered as I fed her my soft cock. She giggled around my dick as she realized my intention, and started sucking it like a straw. I think it’s really the humiliation of it, rather than the taste that attracts her, but it didn’t matter to me. Slowly, I led my pee run out of my bladder, stilling the flow to prolong the session. I was so lost in the feeling of having the piss actually sucked out of my cock that I didn’t notice Christine until she flopped down behind Ben.

I knew what she was going to do, and the thought exited me, but I felt she needed a reminder none the less. “You know that means the antibiotic, don’t you?” She just nodded and parted Ben’s muscular buns, revealing his black asshole. What a dirty bunch we are. There I was, pissing into my wife’s mouth while my best friend was fucking her silly, and my little daughter was licking his asshole. From my vantage position, I could see her rimming him, and then push her tongue as far into his ass as it would go, licking the mucus of the inside of his lower intestine.

Ben seemed able to last for a long time, since it was his third load, and with my carefully sluiced piss-flow, I figured I could almost match him. Either way, Christine finished cleaning out his ass before either of us was done, and with a dirty smile, she left his butt and circled behind me. Can you imagine what it felt like? The feel of a hot tongue licking your asshole while you piss into an equally hot mouth? Maybe, but the knowledge that the tongue belonged to a 5 years old girl, my very own daughter, my flesh and blood, made it much more effective.

Despite my earlier statement, my cock began to stir again. Sing released a pleased-sounding gurgle as the flaccid rubber in her mouth hardened, and I knew that if I didn’t hurry, I wouldn’t be able to finish. Pissing with a hard-on is hard enough, but if it’s forcibly bend 180 degrees, it becomes almost impossible. So, I opened all the sluices and pushed out the rest as fast as I could. The gradual hardening of my cock added to the force as well, and I could actually hear my piss hit the back of Sing’s mouth. As the flow slowed down to a dribble, I pulled out and allowed Sing to lick the last few drops off the tip.

My daughter finished rimming my ass, and as I stood up -my legs were getting rather stiff- she almost dived in between my legs. She started passionately French-kissing her mother, sharing the taste of my piss. If I was any judge, she genuinely enjoyed the taste... Finally, Ben roared like a rutting bull and shot his load into Sing’s pussy. Huffing from the exertion, he got up and pulled up his pants. Christine and Sing finished their kiss, and arose as well. “Well, I think we all need a drink after that...” Ben said, and the others agreed. “Wait a moment, dad’s still got a hard-on!” Christine protested, pointing to my obvious erection. I smiled at her. “I know what I want to use it for, but it can wait ‘till after we’ve had something to drink. Why don’t my darling girl see if she can keep it hard all the way through the drinks?” Her eyes seemed to come aglow at the idea, and she immediately pounced at my dick.

I was expecting that move, and with a quick twist, I took her by the legs and hung her head-down close to my chest. With an exited giggle, she started bobbing her head over my cock from that unusual angle, and after shifting her legs to a more comfortable position, I walked out the barn door with my daughter wantonly sucking my shaft. If she’d been a bit bigger, I could have licked her pussy in return, but it would be a bit longer before I could sixty-nine her.

Now, you might be wondering how I would dare to walk across a barnyard with a sperm-covered minor sucking my dick? Well, Ben’s farm is very remote, with no neighbors within miles. The only people that ever comes out here are his customers, and he’s got an infra-red beam rigged over the entrance to the dirt-road that leads to his farm just in case. If someone shows up unannounced, an alarm rings and we’ve got plenty of time to remove anything incriminating.

Anyway, we positioned ourselves on the terrace, and Ben brought us some drinks. Christine immediately took her lemonade-with-straw under the table, and used a trick she had learned from one of our “educational” movies... she sucked her mouth full of cool lemonade, and then took my dick into her mouth. The coolness almost made me scream, and I jumped so high in my seat that I made the table shake and almost overturned Ben’s and Sing’s drinks.

“Why, you...” I said, genuinely mad. Pushing back my chair, I pulled my sperm-covered and giggling daughter out from under the table and put her lemonade on the table. I put her over the chair, which had no armrests, and took a good hold of her head. “I’ll show you how it’s supposed to be done!” I almost yelled, and pushed my still throbbing shaft into her mouth. She had sucked me off many times before, but only that. I had told her that she wouldn’t be allowed to deep-throat until she turned seven, but I had seen her training with some of the smaller dildos. If she was so much ahead, she shouldn’t have any problems.

As I hit the back of her throat, I pulled up on my dick and kept pushing. The angle was perfect, her throat was straight as an arrow, and it was just a question of widening it a bit. My daughter gagged below me, and I felt her throat muscles contract around my cock. With a grunt, I thrust forwards, and pushed my blood-filled cockhead through her throat. Finally, my dick was completely buried in my daughter’s hot mouth. “She did the cool-mouth trick on you, right?” Ben said sympathetically, holding on to his beer-bottle that had almost been lost when I jumped. Christine said something undecipherable. I nodded. “Then by all means, let us teach her a bit about the cold...” licking around the bottleneck, he approached her ass, and forced the neck of the chilled bottle into her butthole. The bottle came straight from the cooler, and Christine jumped visibly at the feeling. I could feel her throat vibrate around my cock as she attempted to scream, but my meat filled her mouth, and not a sound came out.

As I watched the ice-cold beer slowly draining into my daughter’s squirming ass, I begun to fuck her throat in earnest. Ben had gone back to the kitchen to pick up a new beer, and Sing was just watching, and amused smile on her lips. My daughter’s eyes darted from side to side, and her little fists beat helplessly at my thighs. She was helpless in my strong hands, and we both knew it. Her until recently virgin throat was violated thoroughly as I thrust into it violently, creating a visible bulge on her throat. She tried futilely to bite my iron, but with her jaws spread so far apart there was no strength. It merely tickled, and stimulated me to fuck faster.

My dick throbbed painfully, but my exhausted balls gave no sign of responding. I hadn’t expected to be able to cum a third time, and now it looked like my darling daughter would enjoy a long, long throat-fuck. I suddenly noticed that my wife had left, but before I could wonder where she had gone, she returned from the house with one of our bags. She continued to stare silently as the last of the chilly beer drained into the hot bowels of our daughter, and then removed a small, inflatable butt-plug from the bag she was carrying.

In one smooth movement, she pulled out the ice-cold bottle, and put in the plug, inflating it before a drop of the beer could spill out. Christine continued to squirm, even though the bottle was gone, and I suddenly remembered something. I had had anal sex with her shortly before, and that always made a few scratches on the lower intestine, especially if it’s tight. Nothing serious or really dangerous, though it is the reason why AIDS transfers much easier through anal sex. Now, Ben always drinks strong beer, and though the alcohol percentage isn’t very high, it’s still there, and alcohol stings in open wounds. Christine probably had numerous small tears in her anal passage, and the alcohol was getting into them all. Pretty uncomfortable, I imagine.

I continued fucking my daughter’s throat with abandon, feeling like I could go on forever. Ben returned with a new beer, and something silvery in the other hand. “Nice touch.” He said approvingly when he noticed the butt-plug. He put the things he was carrying on the table, and it turned out to be a small, square, metal box, and two metallic clamps, of the type we often used for nibbles. “What’s that?” my wife asked, pointing at the box. “Oh, just something I came up with recently. I thought this was the right time to introduce it to you.” He said offhand, opening the box.

Inside it was a dildo. In size and shape, it was fairly common, but the material was unusual. At first I thought it was made out of glass, but then I realized that it was ice. “That’s some ice-cube!” my wife said, giggling naughtily. “That’s right, and I know just what drink it fits in. Let’s have some young pussy... on the rocks!” At this, Ben picked up the frozen dildo and approached Christine’s ass with it. She had seen it out of the side of her eyes, however, and flailed her legs wildly to stop him from approaching her unprotected pussy. After seeing Ben dodge a few kicks, Sing shook her head and joined him.

Hands moving like lightning, she took her young daughters legs in an iron grip, and pulled them apart to allow Ben free access to her seething pussy. With an evil grin, Ben thrust the icy thing into the petite slit, and then quickly used the clamps to essentially staple my daughter’s pussy shut. “I chilled those clamps in some ice-water, just to add to the experience...” Ben said as he rubbed his frozen hand. He then sat back to drink his beer along with Sing while I continued my marathon-fuck. When the dildo was inserted, Christines limbs had suddenly straightened, and I had felt the vibrations of a long scream on my cock. Now, her arms and legs hung limply, no longer fighting. She had given up resistance, and was now passively letting me fuck her throat with enraged violence.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my balls pulled themselves together and fired a load. I shot my wad directly into her throat, not even allowing her to taste it. I kept fucking until every drop had left my cock, and then pulled out. Sniffing, trying to hold back her tears, my daughter slowly rose from the chair. Water dripped slowly from her pussy as the icy cock melted within her. “I... I’m sorry daddy...” Her voice was hoarse, as if she’d had a cold, but it was obviously due to my treatment of her throat. Acting as a single entity, Sing and I embraced our daughter. The tears broke through, and she sobbed in our arms. “Don’t cry, sweetie. You did a bad thing, and you got your punishment, but now it’s over.” I comforted her, watching as her tears made stripes in the dried cum on her face. She sniffed again. “Really? I’m still your little girl?” Her eyes were big and even darker than usual, moist with her tears. I smiled again. “You’ll always be my little girl, no matter what you do. I might get mad at you, and I might punish you, but no matter what, I’ll always love you, and you’ll always be my little girl.” How mushy... I’m getting hoarse too.

After having cried for a bit, she seemed okay, and we set her down. “Now, little one, I think you need something warm to drink.” Ben handed her a cup of chocolate that he had apparently been making while she cried, and she eagerly drank it. It might seem strange to drink hot chocolate in June, but I think it’s just what she needed for her sore throat. When she got up after drinking it, she made a face. “Daddy, how long will I have to carry that beer inside me?” I patted her behind. “Just until the dildo’s melted, sweetie. Then your punishment is complete.” She nodded demurely. “Okay, daddy. I’ll run over and give Rex a blowjob while you finish your drinks.” “Sure thing, run along.” Rex is one of the farm dogs. He always liked Christine, and the feeling’s mutual. He’s a big mutt of mixed breed, ferocious-looking but really very kindly. I felt absolutely safe letting my daughter alone with him.

A while later, when we had finished our drinks, I noticed my dick beginning to revive. Ben always slipped a bit of Spanish Fly or some other aphrodisiac into the drinks to keep us all going for longer. I wondered idly if the beer he had poured into Christine’s butthole had contained some too, and if so, if it would work when imbibed through the ass. As we crossed the farmyard to the barns, I noticed Christine playing with Rex in the middle of the yard. I stopped, and enjoyed the illusion for a moment before I continued.

What illusion, you ask? It looked as if we lived in a perfect world. A world in which your cum-covered daughter could suck off your dog in the middle of the yard, with nobody thinking twice about it. But I knew that if we hadn’t been on a remote farm with an excellent alarm system, it would have been impossible. We live in a world of taboos and standards, of masked desires and hidden perversions. A world in which everybody hid their pet perversion in the basement, and walked around in a constant state of fear, afraid that someone would find out that they were not “normal”. It saddens me to think of it, but at least I have my family, and Ben. Together, we can create our own world, a world with different rules. At least for a while. Then we must return to the other world, and again hide our love behind mirror-glass windows and soundproof walls.

Shaking off those heavy thoughts, I proceeded to the barn. Another barn than the one we had just been in, that is. Ben’s farm is a secular sort of place, and there are different stables for different animals. We had started out in the Equine Barn, where ponies, horses, donkeys and mules were stabled. Now we entered the cow-shed, which was mainly empty at this time of year. The cows were all out grazing, and the only animals that were still in there were the bulls, which he had probably taken in just for us. “I think I’d like a ride from Bullwinkle.” Sing said with a grin. “You sure are ambitious today, my dear!” Ben said, looking at her with one eyebrow up. The bull Bullwinkle hadn’t gotten his name because he was a particularly small bull, but because his dick was about the size of Bullwinkle. He was the uncontested Biggest Dick of the Farm.

Actually, Ben had fashioned an official-seeming plaque displaying the letters B.D.F, and attached it to Bullwinkle’s stall. If non-perverted visitors asked about it, he just told them that it was a prize from some cattle-show. Either way, Sing had never tried on Bullwinkle before, but I suppose she could do it, having had two arms inside her the other evening. As we approached his stall, even Sing started to look doubtful. The bull had apparently smelled us from a distance, and the cloud of pheromones that hung about us had aroused him. His dick was out of the sheath, still soft and lying along the floor.

What a dong! It could make any man feel insufficient, I’m sure. I have once seen a picture of the world’s longest (human) dick. The guy was standing with it semi-hard, and it was hanging down ‘till the middle of his shins. Bullwinkle was slightly longer, and he was as thick as an upper arm. The upper arm of a professional weight lifter, that is. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but knowing that it was going up inside my wife made it look that big. If she were going to take it all, she would have to let it into her womb.

Before we got Christine, we had been pretty careful in our games, never doing anything that might endanger her ability to become pregnant. We had decided, however, that we didn’t want any more children, so those restrictions no longer bound us. Still, old habits die hard, and we had never really done much about her womb. Maybe having Christine crawling back into it last night had reminded her that she no longer needed to be careful? Either way, she seemed to shake off her doubts, and her eyes filled with lust instead.

Ben shook his head. “Hey, give me a hand with the mating bench, would you?” he said to me, and approached the contraption. It was different from the one in the horses’ stable, since it’s main function wasn’t to lift the women up to level, but to restrict the length of the thrusts. Bulls are build closer to the ground, and thought they might be as high at the shoulders as a horse, they are much more massive, so their dicks are actually pretty close to the ground. Their length, however, means that taking them all the way is virtually impossible. Few dare to even try, and only the very best succeed. To my knowledge, no one has ever taken Bullwinkle all the way.

“I don’t want the mating bench. I’ll take him on ‘naturelle’”. That meant that she would really play the part of the cow, simply getting on all fours on the floor and letting him fuck her. Doing that with a bull took muscular arms as well as a spacious pussy. Still, I felt confident that she could do it. Sing’s martial arts practice has made her incredibly strong, and I’ve seen her take 100 push-ups straight. I was bursting with pride for my wife.

Ben seemed to steel himself. “I’m sorry, Sing, but I can’t let you do that.” She stared at him. “I know that you haven’t trained much with your womb, and taking that guy up there unprepared would rip you apart.” “But... I WANT him!” She almost cried. Ben bit his lip. “Well... I’ve got this device in the back room... I borrowed it from another ‘farmer’. It was going to be a surprise for tonight, but it seems that you need it now. Follow me.” Curiously, we followed Ben into his hidden back room. Behind us, Bullwinkle mooed in disappointment as the promised treat disappeared.

In the back of the barn, Ben has a secret room where he hides his bigger sex-toys. The mating-benches are also rolled in there whenever none-customers show up. We knew most of the devices there, but a new device now dominated the center of the room. Two steel pipes rose towards the ceiling, with about 1½ meters between them, and at the bottom, two footrests were attached. From them rose metal bars along with the pipes to join with a pair of rings a bit more than 2 meters up. Rings next to the footrests suggested that a person could be attached spread-eagled between the pipes. Below the footrests, a hydraulic engine was attached to the pipes, allowing the person to be raised to the top of the pipes, almost 1½ meters above the floor.

Between the pipes lay a contraption I couldn’t identify. Just a box, really, with a pair of holes on the top. From a box next to the device, Ben took a pair of slim metal pipes, rounded at one end. I could see that they would fit in the holes of the contraption. The purpose of the device started to become clear. “Okay, Sing, I’ll give you the full treatment, so I’m afraid you’ll have to empty your intestines.” Ben said, handing her a bucket. Eyes burning with curiosity, Sing deflated the butt-plug, and emptied out the load of horse-cum she’d been carrying around in there for over an hour. It proved to be a rather impressive wad, and the bucket was soon filled with brown-stained cum.

Without being asked, Sing then mounted the footrests and gripped the rings above her. With a bit of help from me, Ben then used some straps from the box to tie her up, and then activated the hydraulic to rise her up. When she reached the top of the pipes, Ben took one of the slim pipes and inserted it into one of the holes. The holes were obviously right below the pussy and ass of my hovering wife, and the spear-like pipe was now pointing right at her pussy. The whole thing vaguely reminded me of a “Some assembly required” toy. Finally, Ben pulled out the biggest damn dildo I have ever seen. Not just horse-size, but bull-size. Not quite Bullwinkle’s, but pretty darn big anyway.

On closer examination, the dildo proved to have a hole down through the middle, and it seemed to fit over the pipe just fine. So, now the dildo was pointing at her. When she was lowered all the way, it would be all the way up inside her. Then I noticed that the slim pipe was actually sticking a few centimeter out of the end of the dildo, like a spurt of jism frozen in time. “Okay, that’s it.” Ben said, and pulled a lever. The hydraulics hummed, and Sing started sinking slowly onto the dildo. As soon as it touched her pussy-lips, Ben pulled another lever, and the lowering slowed. Moving excruciatingly slow, her labia were spread around the massive intruder, and she moaned in pleasure. “Well, now she can mind her own business for a while.” Ben said, checking a gauge at the engine. “We’ll be back in half an hour or so. Have fun.” At this, he turned around and left the room. I stayed for a few seconds, mesmerized by the sight of my wife’s impalement. Then I shook my head and left the room.

Out in the yard, I noticed that Christine was gone. It was pretty obvious since Rex was busy screwing a bitch. Ben grinned. “It looks like your daughter’s had a bad influence on him.” “Why’s that?” I asked. “That bitch is his mother, you know.” Ben grinned again. I decided to flaunt my better education. “Really? Well, I guess we should call him Oedipus Rex, then.” I walked briskly towards the secondary stable, leaving Ben behind trying to figure out my joke.

“The secondary stables” is what we call the place where Ben keeps all the minor animals. He has them solely for personal production, and of course for fucking. There’s pigs, sheep, goats, turkeys, geese (Watch out. They bite.) and chickens. During the summer, most of the sheep and goats are out to graze, and there are only the rams and billy-goats. They are kept away from the females to halt production, since Ben only wants to maintain his stock, not increase it. Since Christine wasn’t allowed to enter the horses’ stable, the cow shed or the house, it was the only place she could be.
Sure enough, there she was, sucking it off on a goat. Or, more accurately, getting fucked in the mouth by a goat. She had put mittens on its sharp hoofs, and it was now balancing precariously on her slim back, fucking her face with all its might. Judging from the general dick-size of a goat, I’d say he was entering her throat. The goat was bleating, and his hind legs were shaking, a good indication that he was either cumming or about to. A closer look at Christine’s throat showed her swallowing constantly, reflexively, which made me conclude that the billy-goat was pouring his goat-cheese down the throat of my little daughter.

Braying loudly, the goat then jumped off her and went over to a trough to get something to eat. “Kinda, ‘Slam, bam, thank you Ma’m’, isn’t it?” Ben commented as Christine got back on her feet. “That’s okay, I got what I came for.” She answered, licking her lips. “Where’s mom?” “Training for a fuck with Bullwinkle. You’ll see.” She nodded. “Good thing you’re helping out the goats...” Ben said, looking around in the barn. “I’ve got too many nanny-goats, so I’ve had to keep these guys from getting at the ladies this year. I think they’re pretty frustrated.” Christine’s face brightened. “I like to help animals.”

Ben took hold of a bale of hay that was lying around, and threw it into the goat’s enclosure. The goats scattered, braying as they rushed into the corners. He then picked up two blankets and a couple of chains that was hanging from a beam and went in. The chains rather closely resembled handcuffs with extra-long chains, and after laying them out on the floor, stretched out and parallel, he placed the bale over them and finally put one of the blankets on top. He indicated the bale, and said, “Okay, lie down over this one.” Christine obeyed instantly, and got into doggy position with the covered bale supporting her in the middle. Her knees didn’t touch the floor, and her arms were stretched out in front of her. Sometimes, I forget how small she really is.

Ben folded the last blanket a few times and put it on her back. He then fastened her wrists to one end of the chains, and her ankles to the other. The only way she was going to be able to move was by bringing the bale along. “Ehh, aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked Ben, indicating her stapled pussy. His face fell. “Don’t worry, it’s probably almost melted.” I went over to her and removed one of the clamps, stuck my finger inside her and felt around. The dildo had shrinked to about 5 cm of length, 1 cm across. “I guess it’s served its purpose.” At this, I removed the other clamp and let the finger-shaped icecube fall unto the floor. I then proceeded to remove the butt-plug, as I had promised her. Some of the beer spilled out immediately, but due to her position, most of it stayed in place.

“Say, Ben?” I asked. “How big does those goat-dicks get?” Ben thought about it for a moment. “I think the biggest of them’s got about 6 centimeters in diameter… less rather than more, I’d say.” I nodded. “Then I think I’ll leave both holes open. If she can take me, she can take them too.” He grinned and nodded too. “All right, little one,” he said “we’ve got to go check up on your mother. Enjoy yourself till then” “Sure Uncle Ben! But I wanna see her too, whatever she’s doing. Promise me that you won’t let her down until I’ve seen her?” Ben nodded, and she smiled eagerly while the first goat approached her.

Ben started walking over towards the Equine Barn, but I waited for a few minutes to watch the first goat mount my daughter. He started out by licking her ass for a bit, maybe enjoying the taste of the beer, but he soon decided that he’d prefer a fuck to a drink. Besides, the other goats were starting to line up behind him. With a quick jump, he planted his cloves on her back, exactly on the blanket Ben had left there. Good thing too, those cloves are sharp. As with the blowjob, he didn’t really waste any time, but started pounding her pussy unmercifully at once. I figured it was good for her, getting some heat back in the pussy.

As I left the stables, I could see the first goat jump off her back, and the next one leap up. It seemed unlikely that any of them would last more than a few minutes, but there were about 15 goats in the enclosure, and most of them would probably come back for seconds. I figured that I could probably leave her alone for at least half an hour without worrying about her getting bored. As we walked over the farmyard, I looked at my clock. “How long since we left Sing?” Ben asked. He wasn’t wearing a wristwatch. “Almost 15 minutes… maybe we should go check on her?” He shrugged. “She should be okay for at least another fifteen…” “You got a better idea? Both of the ladies are all tied up.”
He laugher loudly. “Your jokes are getting worse, old friend… that was one distressingly bad pun.” Then he nodded. “All right, let’s go. If nothing else, watching her should be interesting.”

When we arrived in the backroom of the barn, I was impressed. The over-sized dildo was more than halfway up my wife’s stretched pussy, and it looked almost grotesque. Her facial expression indicated the same mixture of pain and pleasure that usually resulted from out sessions together. “How’s it going, babe?” I asked as I approached the machine. She opened her lust-glazed eyes, and answered. “Wonderrrrrrful… I’ve never been stretched so slowly before. It’s something entirely different.” She then added, with a glint in her eyes, “But don’t worry… this piece of hydraulics and metal is no replacement for you, my dear.” I lifted an eyebrow, and shook my head.

Meanwhile, Ben was feeling at her abdomen, running his hand up and down between her pussy and her navel. It wouldn’t surprise me if he could actually feel that gigantic slab of plastic through the skin and flesh. Apparently done with his check-up, he looked up at my wife. “Say, Sing, have you ever done any womb-widening at all?” She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then answered. “Unless you count giving birth, no, not much. Well, Christine had both of her hands into my womb the other night, but other than that it hasn’t been much.” Ben looked at me. “She’s been infected with your sense of humor, I see. Another sad loss for the world.” I just grinned. I had predicted that answer.
Ben sighed and continued. “Anyway, Sing, that dong you now got between your legs are a bit bigger than your little girl’s hands put together… and when it bottoms out, it will not only be in your womb, it will have stretched it harder than ever before…” Sing lifted an eyebrow. Ben made a face, and continued. “…except for the time when you were carrying Christine, of course. Anyway, it’s not a good idea to do that slowly. As far as I can tell, the dildo is almost at the mouth of your womb, so it would probably be a good idea to give it an extra push about now.”

I smiled. “No problem, Ben. I’d be happy to give her that push.” I had noticed that the footrests that Sing was standing on extended quite a bit behind her. Far enough for someone to stand on, anyway. Ben shrugged, and nodded. “All right… Sing, you should be able to feel the metal tip inside you. Position it so that it points directly up into your womb.” Sing shifted her abdomen, and nodded. Needing no further coaxing, I jumped up on the footrests and gripped my wife’s amble breasts to keep my balance. My weight made the slider sink several inches, and Sing gave out a very drawn-out moan as the mouth of her womb was forced wide-open.

I was in a rather difficult position, but after a bit of maneuvering I managed to get my dick into her ass. Since she is quite capable of taking my arm up her ass, I would usually have gotten very little friction, but that was not the case. The huge dildo that was forcing even her pussy to stretch, as well as the somewhat unusual position, conspired to make her a lot tighter. It wasn’t exactly what you’d call tight, though… then Sing put her well-trained nether musculature to work. While I screw Sing in the ass pretty often, it is usually too loose for her to really work me over, but not today. Demonstrating incredible muscle control, she alternatingly contracted her asshole around the base of my cock and the cockhead. As I took a better hold of her huge breasts, and started actually fucking her, she began a new pattern. She relaxed her ass on the outstroke, but tightened it up when I was going in. This allowed me to get a greater speed, and still enjoy the friction. All the while, the slide we were standing on sank, forcing her womb to stretch. A brilliant apparatus, indeed.

As it finally hit the ground, I accelerated my pace. Sing tightened up her ass completely, giving me maximum friction, and it was only seconds before I came. As I climbed down, I noticed that even with her muscle, she couldn’t close her ass enough to keep my sperm from dribbling out. As soon as I had left the slide, Ben worked the controls and lifted the slide again. The dildo slid off the metal pipe it had been sitting on, remaining attached inside my wife’s tight womb. When it reached the top, the dildo was completely free. “There! Can I screw Bullwinkle now?” she asked. Ben nodded, and then smiled naughtily. “Well, sure, Sing… but you see, there’s this problem: We promised Christine that she could see you on this device, and we can’t really break faith with a little kid, can we? So I’m afraid you’ll have to take another trip while we go fetch her…”

She started complaining, but Ben just ignored her while he picked up another dildo, one that was somewhat smaller than the last. He then moved the metal pipe to the back position, slid the dildo over it, and started the apparatus again. Sings complaints were cut off by a pleasure-laden moan as the dildo forced her asshole to dilate, forcing itself in despite the huge bulk already stuck inside her abdomen. With a cheery wave, we left her to go check on my daughter.

When we entered the secondary stables, we got ourselves a surprise. We had left her in the goat’s enclosure, but at the moment, a big, wooly ram was sodomizing her. In a moment, I realized what had happened. The rams had been walking around, sexually deprived, in their fold, and then the pheromones drifting over from next door had reached them. Enraged that they weren’t getting none, they had managed to break through the separating wall and joined the party. Christine didn’t seem to mind, though. She was moaning loudly, and obviously hadn’t noticed that we came in.

“Say, Ben?” I asked. “How big does a ram’s dick get?” He looked thoughtful for a moment and then replied. “Oh, ‘bout six and a half centimeter… but I think the biggest is almost seven.” Then his eyes widened. “Gasp! She’s only at six in the ass, right?” I nodded and shrugged. “Yeah… but no need to rush. It’s either already happened, or won’t happen now that we’re here. Let’s let this bugger finish what he’s doing, then we’ll release her and take her over to Sing.” I went over to the fence and leaned over it as I watched the ram fuck Christine in the ass. The sight made my cock jump a bit, but after my latest ejaculation it would be a while before I could actually get it hard again. Still, it was an interesting sight… my lithe daughter almost seemed to vanish in the thick wool of the ram. He kept going long enough for me to consider whether it was his second round.

When he finally jumped off, Ben went into the stall and pushed the hopeful goat that had been next in line away. While he started opening the shackles, I noticed that her asshole was wide-open, gaping like a landed fish. Cum was running freely from it, most of it getting absorbed by the ball of hay below her. She was also breathing a little hard. After a check on the clock, I found that we had been gone for just over twenty minutes. Apparently, I had spent more time screwing Sing that I had immediately realized. Still, twenty minutes shouldn’t be enough for my well-trained daughter to get winded.

When I got closer, I noticed the trickle of blood that ran from her asshole, and winced. Obviously, she was winded because she had been screaming… but we hadn’t heard her. Her hole was still hanging wide open, as if it had gone on a strike to complain about the workload, and blood-mixed sperm ran from it. I knew she had been moving too quickly… yesterday she had been on 5, now she had apparently taken 7. That was just way too quick. I quickly went over and hugged her. I could feel that she had been sweating a lot. “Are you okay, sweetie-pie?” I asked.

“Sure, daddy… I hurt a lot in the beginning, though. I was afraid he was going to split my ass! But after a while, it started feeling good, so I’m all right. It still stings a bit, though.” I looked up and saw that Ben was already heading to the emergency locker, where he kept some painkiller salve just in case. I looked down on my daughter. “Listen, Christine…” she perked her ears. She knew that I only used her name when I was talking serious. “That ram was almost seven centimeters wide. You’ve widened two full centimeters since dinnertime yesterday. I’m afraid you won’t be using your ass anymore today… and tomorrow, as soon as we get home, I’m taking you to the hospital for a check-up. You might have gotten injured on the inside.” I looked into her eyes. “Do you understand? No ass-fucking of any kind! I can’t plug your ass as it is, so I’ll have to trust you. Not even the slightest thing inside, okay?” She nodded. Then an expression of relief spread across her face as Ben started applying the salve to her aching asshole. “Sure, daddy…” she said in a very little voice. Then she looked up, and she was my little girl again. “Daddy, can we go see mom train now?”
Ben got up and replaced the salve in the locker. “These kids sure bounce right back, huh?” I nodded and smiled. Then I picked Christine up and carried her across the farmyard. She giggled and hugged me. She always loved to be carried.

When we entered the backroom, Christine went “Woooow!”, and I was inclined to agree. There was a visible, dildo-shaped bulge on Sing’s abdomen, and the size of the anal intruder was clearly visible through her widely spread legs. Sing noticed us entering and grinned down on us. “This isn’t easy, you know…” she moaned. “And before you ask, Christine, no, you can’t try it. Not ‘till you’re as big as I am.” Christine looked at the size of the dildo. “Gee, mom, that’ll take more than a hundred days… I think.” Sing and I laughed together. Children are wonderful.

Meanwhile, the last few inches of the gargantuan dildo were vanishing up Sing’s asshole. We waited breathlessly for a few minutes, until the machine ground to a halt. The dildo had disappeared completely. The sheer bulk of the plastic now stuck inside of her was daunting. Ben worked the controls for the machine again, and Sing was lifted off the iron pipe. As with the first one, the size of the dildo caused it to stick inside of her, and it slid easily off the pipe. Finally, Ben removed the pipe completely, lowered the slider, and untied her bonds with a little help from me.

Her legs seemed a but wobbly at first, but she quickly got her balance. How she could even stand up straight with all that plastic stuck up inside of her went beyond me. “So…” she said challengingly. “Am I ready to do Bullwinkle now?” Ben shrugged. “If you still want to go through with it, I’m not going to stop you. But be careful, ya hear?” He gestured at me. “Say, give me a hand here, will ya? We should probably get those dildos out before Bullwinkle gets to her…” Sing made a face as she laid down on her back and spread her legs. “Oh… I was just getting used to them. And after all the trouble with getting them in!” I laughed as I groped for a handhold on the huge base of the dildo that had vanished into her pussy. It wasn’t easy, since her pierced labia had closed around it. Ben seemed to have a slightly easier time on the ass. “Gee, honey, I guess we could just leave them there, and you cold walk around like that for the rest of the day at last… but then you won’t get to fuck Bullwinkle. And real flesh’n’blood cocks are better than this cold, unyielding plastic, no?”

She nodded and relaxed her pussy muscles, allowing me to get a good grip. “You’re right as usual… I wonder where he got those dildos, anyway. They’re about twice as large as any I’ve ever seen in a sex-shop.” As it started to slide out, I was inclined to agree. Up close it was even bigger, and seeing it slide so easily out gave me more respect for my wife than ever before. Finally, it came all the way out and fell to the floor. It was covered in pussy-juice, but amazingly enough there was no blood to be seen. Seconds later, the anal dildo followed suit. That one was bloody, but that was no surprise. It doesn’t really take much to make tears in the internal tissue of the anal tract, and it wasn’t dangerous… annoying at most.

Freed of the weight of the dildos, Sing got up. Both of her holes were still gaping, and from my experience I guessed that they would stay that way for several minutes. Christine was looking at the dildos with an expression of interest in her face, and the comparison between the five (soon six) years old girl and the over-sized dildos were grotesque. Together, the damn things probably weighted almost as much as she did! Sing and Ben were heading into the cowshed, but Christine just kept staring at them. I waved a hand in front of her face. “Hey, princess! Are you going to stare at those monsters all day, or are you going to come along and see your mother get screwed by the real deal?” She grinned at me. “Sorry, daddy! I was just wondering how they grow them that big…” with that cryptic comment, she rushed after Sing and Ben. I followed, turning the sentence over and over in my brain. Did she think that dildos was something your grew, like carrots or apples? I laughed out loud as the image of a dildo tree formed in my mind, and walked quickly after her. Regardless, I didn’t want to miss the show.

When I entered the cow-shed, I saw that Ben was busy applying some oily stuff to Bullwinkle’s dick, while Christine was helping her mother spread the same stuff over her wide-open pussy. A moment ago, looking at Sing’s huge hole, I would have sworn that it wasn’t necessary, but Ben’s rubbing had made Bullwinkle hard, and compared to that pole, even her hole seemed puny. Still, with everything slickened up, it should be possible. As I jumped the fence, Ben finished up and stood. “All right, Sing, he’s as ready as he’ll ever be.” She nodded. “Same here. Now, just move out of the way, and give me some room to work with.” He shrugged and walked over to the fence where I stood, picking up Christine along the way. She protested somewhat, apparently having hoped to view the action up close, but that was just too dangerous.

“Say, Ben?” I asked while he sat my daughter on the top of the fence, to give her a vantage point. “How aggressive is Bullwinkle usually?” “Well, breeding bulls like him tend to be stoic… compared to Bully, he’s an angel. But he’s also a lot bigger and stronger. Let’s just say that he won’t be intending any harm.” My brow furrowed. Not exactly the reply I had been hoping for, but at least Ben was being honest. Meanwhile, out on the barn floor, Sing had gotten down on all fours and stuck her ass into Bullwinkle’s nose. As expected, he reacted to the pheromones almost immediately. He lifted his huge head, and snorted loudly. Then he started walking forward, seemingly unconcerned for my wife, who quickly positioned herself so that he wouldn’t step on her. Looking over her shoulder, she also positioned her pussy so that Bullwinkle’s oversized cock rode straight for it. The thing was monstrous, seemingly defying gravity by staying horizontal in spite of its obvious weight. It also meant that it had to be very hard.

As Bullwinkle’s dick touched Sing’s pussy, I remembered what Ben had once told me of the training he gave the bulls and horses. “They’re not so eager to mate with humans as the dogs are.” He had said. “Dogs do it pretty much on their own, but horses’n’bulls need some coaxing. In the beginning, I have to spray the girls I want them to fuck with a mare/cow scent, to make them react, and after some sessions I start using less and less of the scenting. Eventually, they start getting exited by the smell of female pussy. Interestingly enough, donkeys and mules are much more eager to fuck women than horses. Those buggers will seemingly screw anything with a hole in it.” I reflected on this while Bullwinkle started applying his colossal weight to his dick, trying to force it into a hole that’s not big enough. Bullwinkle had been on the farm for a long time, and he had been “brainwashed” into thinking that cows and human girls were the same. That meant he would treat a human in exactly the same way as he would have treated a cow. Which is to say, nothing could stop him from mating. Trying to stop him right now would be dangerous, as he would instinctively protect his mating rights from any intruder. In short, Sing could not have been bound tighter if she’d been in ropes and chains.

We could actually hear the >pop< when Bullwinkle’s huge head (the lower one, that is) finally found its way into my wife’s pussy. Sing moaned loudly, but her four-legged lover didn’t seem to care whether she sung or screamed. He just continued walking forwards, as if he had just seen a tasty-looking sprout of grass a bit further ahead. There’s just something about the way a bulls head is build that makes it look perpetually disinterested. Except when it gets mad, of course. Sing was pushing against the ground as her pussy gobbled up inch after thick inch of bulldick. She obviously had to resist the temptation to scamper forwards, away from the monstrous intrusion, but she was too strong for that. Suddenly, I realized that I had been holding my breath while the slow penetration was happening, and released it explosively. I could see that the critical part was getting near… soon, she would have to let him enter her womb, or she would run out of space, something which the bull simply wouldn’t allow. She knew that too, and I could see her bend her back in order to straighten her birth canal. It looked a bit like a cat stretching, very erotic, or would have been if it wasn’t for the bull. That guy sort of removed the erotica and inserted some steamy hot porn instead.

It wasn’t visible, of course, but Sing had been holding her breath too, and when she finally released it in a long and pained moan, I knew that he had entered the womb. There was still a few inches of dick left, though, and for those she would have to depend on the elasticity of her womb. The expression on her face made it clear that getting your womb stretched is somewhat painful, but she just gritted her teeth. We were watching this scene from the side, to get the most of it, and so we saw it quite clearly when Bullwinkle’s melon-sized balls finally hit her thighs… they were hanging that low. The most dangerous part was over, since Sing had proven to be capable of accommodating him, but it was far from over. It is one thing to accept a rod that size all the way, and something else entirely when it is pumping in and out with a ton of muscle (literally…) behind it. Almost as if he was answering my thoughts, he began to pull out again for his first real thrust. However, bulls just don’t thrust that far. He had taken about two-and-a-half steps as he literally walked his cock into Sing, and it would be impossible for him to make thrust of even half the length of his cock. It also has to do with the way a bull’s hindquarters are hinged… they just aren’t build for deep thrusts. Horses are much more animate in their lovemaking, which explains why they’re one of the most popular animals for zoophiles,

Anyway, Bullwinkle didn’t pull out more than a few inches, maybe five or six at most, before he pushed it back in again. I don’t think he even pulled all the way out of her womb. However, the force behind that thrust was thunderous… Sing was pushing back with her arms, preventing herself from being pushed forwards, but you could see how her knees were lifted form the ground by the force of the thrusts.

Bullwinkle snorted again, in the same manner as you’d expect a Spanish fighting-bull snort when faced with the toreador in the arena , and speeded up. It has long been popular to compare a dick to a jackhammer, due to the motion, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen something that close to the cliché before. It was exactly the same motion, just somewhat slower, and he seemed to be working earnestly on fixing that. A powerful jab in, with all his weight behind it, a somewhat slower return, and then another jab, each time faster. Of course, when compared to the rate of fire a good dog can muster, it was still decidedly slow-mo, but relative to the size and weight of the cock, it was very fast. As Bullwinkle reached his maximum speed, Sing’s knees no longer touched the ground between jabs. She was practically kept suspended in the air by the muscular force of the bullcock. Just then, I chanced to look at the bulls front… not only was the front part of his body standing almost still, which looks quite peculiar when you’re used to horses and dogs who screw with their entire bodies, he was actually chewing cud while fucking! It had sort of the same effect as when a whore chews gum or smokes while fucking – like it’s so routine for them that they don’t need to concentrate fully on it. I swear, that bull was probably thinking about what was for lunch while he was going at it. Stoic, indeed.

Shaking my head, I returned my attention to my wife. The mask of pain that had covered her face in the beginning was gone, and instead her face expressed the most hedonistic pleasure. There was a steady drip of pussy juice from between her legs, and I assumed that she had already cum several times. Just then, the huge bull mooh’ed (actually closer a sort of roar) and stopped pumping while hid dick was buried all the way. Sing screamed in orgasm, which had to mean that it was a really powerful one since she’s usually not a screamer. The drip from her pussy turned into a steady stream, and it seemed to be a lot thicker… it was altogether obvious that Bullwinkle had just pumped several gallons of sperm into my wife.

Seemingly sated, Bullwinkle took three steps backwards, pulling his colossal dick out of Sing, who promptly collapsed when it wasn’t holding her up any more. He then walked over to the a nearby trough and started eating, confirming my earlier suspicion about his mindset. Ben, Christine and I rushed over to Sing to see if she’d been injured in any way. Our first impression, however, suggested no such thing. A veritable pool of sperm was forming between her spread legs, and her pussy was gaping open, even larger than after the training. Her face expressed nothing but post-orgasmic bliss. I looked at Ben an lifted an eyebrow. He shrugged, and picked up Sing like a bag of flour, throwing her over his shoulder. She didn’t even stir. With Christine on our heels, we walked out of the barn, and noticed that the sun was setting. Time had rushed by while we fucked, and we hadn’t even had anything to eat! My stomach complained loudly, now that I was finally paying attention, and I could hear Ben’s doing the same.

We hurried into the house, and placed the still semi-unconscious Sing in the shower along with Christine, telling her to wash off her mother and get cleaned herself. Why the woman sanitized themselves, me and Ben started on the supper, which would be Beuf Stroganoff, one of my personal favorites, and a dish which Ben prepared with a great deal of skill. Most of the raw material came form his own farm, so it was top-class. Just when we had gotten it on the stove, my wife and daughter emerged from the bathroom with wet hair and a matching set of bathrobes. After hugging Sing, who was still glowing after her incredible ride, I proceeded to the bathroom to get myself washed. I might not have been covered in sperm like the ladies, but the exertions of the day, along with the heat, had made me very sweaty. After I finished, Ben took my place and I went to help Christine prepare the table while Sing finished the meal. Finally, all dressed in bathrobes, we ate our supper on the porch, chattering and reliving the fun of the day. Tomorrow we would drive home, and life would return to normal – well, as normal as it gets in our family – but right then we were still in our own personal fairyland.

The End (For now…)