Unknown - Daughter in Heat

Heather quickly caught on to Sarah's kink and gave her the performance she lusted after, acting famished for her mother's vaginal secretions, fascinated and in-love with her mother's pussy. Sue did likewise for Heather, and together, they thrilled the fuck out of the professional cheerleader who cheered them on professionally.

When they were done, Sue got up and pulled Heather to her feet to strip her.

Sarah helped and when her tits came in view, Sarah sucked the left, Sue sucked the right. Heather watched the adults nurse on her C-cup titties that no one had ever sucked before the month of May. By early June, nursing adults seemed to be their sole purpose. She loved nursing adults, liked to pretend she was feeding them, and feeding two at once was the ultimate. If two more began sucking on the holes between her legs as was often the case, she felt like a buffet at a pedophile banquet.

Heather found this delightful, but not nearly as delightful as when Sarah dropped to her pussy and her mother went to her ass and the two tongues met inside her body with just a thin membrane separating them; there, they danced like mating eels sending electric tingles up and down Heather's quivering young body. She never imagined sex would be this thrilling. She had a lot to learn and two dedicated teachers.

Heather thought about all the years she wasted masturbating when she could have been a slut at the age of eight if she'd just plopped down and watched that first guy screw her mother, or at least the first dog. It seemed to her that all it took was a show of interest. She was interested at the age eight.

She just never showed it.

In three hours, they taught her all there was to learn about lesbian lovemaking to include pee sports. Downing a twelve-pack of Lone Star beer between them gave them plenty of ammo, and Heather was one weighted-down, soggy bitch. They took pictures, two packs, twenty in all. By the time her father arrived home, Heather had a piss-bloated belly and sore jaws, a pussy so sensitive she couldn't cross her legs, and a sore asshole from repeated fucking (simulated lesbian rapes, actually) from a strap-on dildos. She'd been slapped silly, bound and beaten with belts and such; still, though she felt raped, used, misused, and abused, she was glad she showed interest.

Her father seemed to detect a sexual radiance that wasn't there the day before.

He kept telling her how cute and sexy she was. He also stared at her tits and crotch with X-ray eyes like Harold has. He was acting very strangely, but Heather ate up the new attention she received whenever her mother turned her back or left the room. It didn't take long before they were swapping spit like lovers and getting caught because they couldn't stop.

He arrived home at seven and by nine they were snuggled together on the sofa watching a dumb black and white movie, having been severely chastised and wet from having ice water thrown on them. Heather took most of it and went to change into her nightie but left off the matching panties. The nightie wasn't see-thru but it was sheer and without a bra and no panties, it was quite revealing. She didn't think her mother would object after what they'd done, and by this time, she knew her father would like to see more of her body.

She was a bit nervous about coming out wearing only the nightie, no slippers, bra, or panties. The nightie was too short, the hem just barely covering the lower swells of her ass cheeks. The top, held up by thin shoulder straps, came down almost to the nipples and if she leaned forward, showed her entire chest to anyone at a higher eye level. To wear such a thing all by itself was so unlike her and to do so after so much intimacy was a brazen act lost on no one.

Now, there was a lot more bare skin to touch if he dared.

Heather bravely entered the living room where her father sat on the sofa flipping through channels and her mother sat in the recliner reading a magazine. They both looked up on seeing Heather and their eyes followed her newly revealed intimate flesh as she passed by making Heather feel very self conscious, making her blush. She hurriedly plopped down beside her father where she had unplopped herself minutes earlier.

Sue laid her magazine down and surprised Heather by saying, "Young lady, you go put some clothes on."

Heather turned beet red and stammered, "But, Mom, I'm ready for bed. I just wanted to see if anything good was on."

"Go put the panties on at least. Goodness sakes, Heather, your ass is showing."

Heather got up, tugging on the hem which made the left nipple pop out. She quickly popped it back in and received a swat to her fanny on passing by her mother. Sue said, "If I see anymore of your nasty parts, I'll put Tabasco on them."

Needless to say, Heather was confused-embarrassed and confused. She wasn't sure she wanted to come out again. Once out of the room, Sue smiled to Jack and said, "She's in heat.

Didn't I tell you."

"Fuck! I love it. I feel like a teenager on a hot date. Hold me back. I'm ready to crawl all over that little fox."

"Slow down, tiger. Remember, drag this out though it's obvious she likes my form of seduction. She'll thank you one day. Maybe not, but I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and watch you fuck the little slut. Don't let her set the pace. I can see your motor is running in high gear. I just dashed cold water on her fire. I'm going to turn in and leave you two alone. I'll come out, maybe in one hour, possibly two. If I see you two fucking, I'll pitch a holy fit and mean it. You two are not going to carry on under my nose. You have to cheat and so does she. You'd best make that clear to her. You are my husband, and I don't tolerate cheating, and I certainly don't abide incest.

That's sick."

"I saw the pictures, Sue."

"Good, huh?"

"Fuck! You're killing me. I hope you know that. I need some pussy, damnit."

"Go see your whore. Did you get the key?"

"Yes, but I have to wait and see how her hubby took the news. When she left, she wasn't so sure of herself."

"That figures. Keep your fingers crossed and keep them out of my daughter. Here she comes."

Heather had put the matching panties on, the ones with ruffles and had a towel hung around her neck to drape her chest. She stopped before her mother and said, "Am I decent, now?"

"Don't get smart with me. You wear whatever you feel like wearing, but if I see any of your nasty parts, or can see through the material and see them, I'll put a hurting on them like you wouldn't believe. See if I don't. You can show what shows in a bikini, but any of that pure white skin is nasty as far as I'm concerned. I'm turning in. This is still a school night, Heather. Your bedtime still applies."

Heather moved through and sat by Jack. "We're not doing anything except turning in books and clearing out lockers.

I don't see why I can't stay and finish watching the movie."

Sue got up and came over, saying, "You haven't seen one frame of that stupid movie."

"I have so."

"All right, but I want you in bed by eleven."

She leaned down and kissed Heather on the lips, slipping her the tongue in a deft move. She said good night, then kissed Jack on the forehead and told him good night.

This was the opposite of nightly procedure wherein Heather got the peck on the forehead and Jack got a kiss on the lips. This told Heather that her mother was playing games with her. She was no longer confused, no longer in the twilight zone.

She smiled warmly and snuggled up close, drawing her Daddy's arm around her, laying his hand on her bare haunch as she lay curled and turned on her side toward him.

Sue caught this blatant provocation, stopped, and faced Heather. She gave Heather a stern look and said, "I see what you're doing, young lady, and I don't like it."