And Haughtiness before a Fall

The Galdren Home - 4:00 pm

"Hey Daddy! Your knocked up baby girl is home," Heather yelled across the house from the foyer, "Is my baby's Daddy ready to knock up his baby girl some more?!"

"Back here, Baby," Jason called from the master bedroom.

She beamed a smile as she quickly shrugged off her backpack, and then pulled her hoodie up and off followed by her double-layered t-shirts that peeled over her breasts only to get caught in her armpits. Tossing her hoodie on her backpack, and her shirts on the floor. She unbuttoned, unzipped, and shrugged out of her pants and panties, and left them on the floor in the hallway. She pulled off her socks and by the time she reached her bedroom door she was completely naked!

She stood in the doorway of her bedroom staring at the man she loved! Her husband, her baby's daddy, her daddy and she couldn't wait to jump his bones!

He lay in bed naked, his pale white skin a stark difference to her dark taupe brown, and he was smiling over a hugely engorged bright red dick standing flagstaff straight up from his groin. Atop his long, almost nine inch flag pole, was a massive purple mushroom shaped head, and she smiled hungrily, eager to eat it up! It looked like an extremely large red stock, and purple headed honey agaric mushroom, and she loved eating mushrooms!

It even glistened!

She sauntered across the room, trying to employ some of her mother's seductive sway, as her massive breasts swung pendulously. Her nipples had thickened and darkened to a darker taupe brown and rosy red, and they were always tweaked in arousal!

She was always aroused now! She had eyes only for her daddy's dick though, and she had been waiting in excruciating anticipation for this moment all day! She climbed on the bed like a stalking predatory cat, rolling her shoulders as her almost mid-thigh length jet black hair fell over her shoulders like a mane. She caressed her father's thighs as she ran her fingers up to his scrotum. His balls fit in her hand like a softball would. His scrotum was swollen and pink, full of his two large testicles sliding back and forth inside. She imagined they must have a tall glass full of sperm safely stored inside, to make them be so swollen.

"Mmm," She purred sensually, "You must be aching with need… to be so full of cum today! Do… you... wanna blow your cum all inside you little girl again?"

"Ohhhhhhh Baby," He growled, "That is exactly what I want to do! I just wish you weren't pregnant! So I can fucking blow my seed so deep in you that you get pregnant all over again!"

"Mmm," She purred, "Let's see if we can't get me pregnant all over again then!"

She saw the cock rings that were making her daddy's already very well endowed cock, swell until she could see every ridge of his muscled pole, and every vein stand out like knotty vines. His dick was already slick with lubrication, but even with as wet as she already was and the lubrication on his dick! She still hissed as his massive cockhead pushed through her cool wet labia and pushed deep into her furnace of a vagina!

"Oooooooh," She cooed as she felt his head stretch out her vaginal walls.

She hissed as she felt every ridge and vein slide through her sheath as she slowly sunk down on his dick!

"Argh," She squeaked as his huge mushroom head pressed into her cervix just as she was settling her pubic bone down on his!

As her clit ground into her daddy's groin, she felt her ass cheeks caress his thighs and scrotum.

"Go slow, Honey," He whispered as she began rocking her hips, grinding her clitorus and labia into his pubic bone as she swiveled her hips!

"Ohhhhh Daddy," She mewled as she began to grind harder and rock faster!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Daddy," She shrieked as she began bouncing on his flag pole!

"Ohhhhhhh fuck me Daddy!"

"Fuck me!"

"Fuck me Daddy!"

"Da..Daddy! Fu..Fuck me Daddy!"

"Da…DADDY! Fu…FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK MEEEEE!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she shrieked and hollered, her orgasm exploding in her as her creamy cum mixed with her father's sperm blasted high up inside her!

A second orgasm collided with the aftershocks of her first and she hissed loudly and she started squirting clear nectar all across her daddy's hips and belly, soaking their sheets as her hips convulsed in jagged little jerks that ground her clit into his pubic bone even harder!

"EyeeeEEEEEE," She screamed as she sprayed her juices up his belly, down around his scrotum and saturated his hips and thighs. She was left clinging to him, her breasts heaving, her pregnant belly pressing into his abdominals as she let the aftershocks of her orgasms ripple across her body.

"Put your legs down," He whispered softly through her long silky black hair and into her ear, "I'm going to roll us over. I'm not done with you yet!"

She didn't answer, she didn't make a sound; not a moan, not a mewling cry, she just nodded her head against his chest as she gave soft sucking kisses and shifted her hips so she could lower her legs while keeping his dick ensconced in her core.

Rolling them on the king size bed, he pushed his torso up off of his beloved daughter so he could look down at her beautiful body. Her return gaze was satisfied and happy as she let her arms fall to her sides from around his waist as he pulled back. Her jet black hair was arrayed around her like a dark halo, and she looked up at him with big innocent hazel eyes and smiled with plump pouty lips of a mouth on the verge of being too wide! Her skin was a flawless cedar brown, and her breasts were like ripe cedar brown watermelons capped with two thick nipples he could set quarters on and would still peek out around the edges!

Laying back as she was, her nearly six month appearing baby belly rose up like a mountain above her breasts as he pulled his knees up and under her thighs and sat back on his heels so he could softly caress her dark skin. She couldn't help the shiver that passed through her body when he ran his fingers from her sternum up over her belly to her navel and felt warmth radiate from his hand as he pressed firmly against her lower abdominals, feeling her uterus and their growing baby within. She was starting to feel her arousal burn in her womb again when he moved his hand down onto her completely hairless pubic mound and began stroking her clitorus with his thumb. Now that they had both 'blown the foam off' their need to orgasm quickly, she smiled and relaxed as he slowly stroked her furnace to a new inferno!

"Mmm," She moaned, her eyes half closed, a rapturous smile turning her lips up as she slowly swiveled her hips, stirring her insides with his throbbing dick while he ran his thumb down her vulva, playing with her urethra and labia minora before massaging her clitoris.

She was feeling hot as his thumb tickled her clit, and she raised her knees up before lifting her legs high in the air in a victory-V, she spread herself wide open for her daddy! He smiled as he rubbed her clit until she was moaning continuously and twisting her own nipples, then he moved his hand down and grabbed his own phallus as he withdrew from her vagina leaving her canal full of creamy spunk that budded at her vaginal mouth. Tightening his muscles, he guided his swollen mushroom head south, leaving a trail of sperm and lubrication on her perineum as he pushed his head through her soft puckered lips of her anus!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," She wailed as he plunged his dick all the way inside her, slamming his hips into her ass!

He then hooked his arms around her thighs, just under her knees as she let her lower legs down as he lifted her ass off the bed. She let go of her right nipple and moved her hand down to rub her clit as she twisted her left nipple between her knuckles ruthlessly, and he began pile-driving her ass!

The house was filled with the herky-jerky wails of her shrieking as she orgasmed for her third time in thirty minutes! When he was finished he was breathing hard and she was a limp noodle sighing in satisfaction.

She laid there nearly comatose with exhaustion and relished the feeling of his dick throbbing in her ass as he held her aloft while waiting for his dick to slowly ebb all the remaining cum in the pipes as he finally began to shrink out of her.

"I think…," She whispered, "That I am going to take a bath when we are done."

"Okay," He agreed, "I will change the bed and use the other shower to clean up, not necessarily in that order."

"I love you Daddy," She said out of the blue.

"I love you too," He returned.

——(!)——

Jason took a quick shower, then stripped the sheets off his marriage bed. He put towels down to soak up as much of her love juices as he could before he replaced the sheets. Listening intently he could hear muted music playing in the bathroom as Heather soaked. Walking out of their room, He walked down to her old room, slipped a key in the new door knob he just installed and went inside.

He walked across the old room, a wave of nostalgia sweeping over him as he remembered his darling girl growing up, smiling up at him from various points in the room beside the newly vacated furniture. The walls were still decorated with posters of her favorite movies and bands and in all the spaces in between were sketches, watercolor painting, and a few acrylic paintings depicting scenes of stories in her head. Her walls were a compendium of all her best artworks starting at five years old, with handprint paintings, then stick-figure representations of mommy and daddy and little Heather.

The artwork progressed as it moved around the room all the way to the bedroom door. Some were of fantastic places, while others were of characters in her stories. One painting, just inside her door, he found he was always drawn to.

It was of a man that looked very much like himself, walking in a field of green with two beautiful dark brown women, both holding each of his hands. It was innocent and beautiful with the silhouettes of children following the first three. He would have thought it a picture of him and Charlene and Heather with new siblings following behind if it were not for the next painting on the wall.

It was a post apocalyptic pencil sketch in the style of some 70s or 80s fantasy artist he had seen a hundred times but couldn't recall the name. The picture was of himself, with nothing but a loincloth and boots on. He had been idealized, looking way too muscle bound and strapping. Not that he wasn't fit! Just not that fit! There was a crown on his head and sword in his right hand with the pummel of the hilt turned up while the blade was pointed down and leaning slightly against the front of the arm of the throne. In his left hand was the hair of a decapitated girl's head tangled in his fingers and hanging off the side of the left arm of the throne forever frozen in an agonized scream. The throne itself was situated on a mound of bodies and bones, most of which looked like girls and guys in her school, and the throne itself seemed to be made of bones and skins of the girls she hated the most. The back posts of the throne were spikes that impaled the heads of all those girls that tortured and ridiculed her in school. Lastly, Heather and Charlene were sitting on the mound of bodies in front of the throne, each one clasping one of his legs while both of them looked up at him rapturously. They appeared thankful for the attention and protection he gave them, and apparently he had given them both much attention, because they were both naked except for small loincloths that peeked out from under very large pregnant bellies!

He stared at that picture for a long time. She must have drawn it sometime after she was raped. She had been fantasizing about an incest harem for a long time before she seduced him, and he was willing to bet the decapitated head in his left hand was her rapist.

He would try to move her as far away from that trauma as he could, but he would never forget and never forgive what that girl did to his little girl! One day! One day he would repay that girl for the harm she inflicted on his little girl!

"Ahher, Lease Ahher, ahher," Came moans of need and desire from behind him, and the sound of rustling sheets.

Turning around he looked down at Louisiana, her hands and feet cuffed to the bed posts, her collar around her neck and her leash stretched haphazardly across her body. A ring gag was in her mouth, strapped tight around her head, holding her mouth open. She was completely naked, and she had two pillows under her hips.

Looking down between her thighs, he saw that a thin white trail of his cum was leaking out of her vagina despite her hips being raised. It wasn't much compared to how many times he came in her.

——(!)——

After he left Mildred's house, he brought her home with him while Shannon and Mildred drove her car home. He brought Louisiana's bag and clothes but didn't let her get dressed for the ride back to his house. He couldn't believe how red her face blushed as men stared at her naked body from passing cars.

She had both her hands between her thighs, and thinking she was trying to hide her pussy he told her to pull her hands away so he, and everybody else could see her. When she did, her hands were slimy with her clear lubrication. She had been double finger fucking her vagina with one hand, while frigging her vulva and clit with the other!

A command for her to let him taste her resulted in her smiling as she leaned across the truck and stuck her fingers in his mouth for him to suck clean. She tasted like licorice and salt water with a hint of pepper.

When he pulled up to his house, he pulled into the garage and closed the door before he exited and moved around to open the door for her.

"So, what is your heritage Louisiana," He asked as he gave her a tour of the house.

"Japanese, Master," She replied demurely.

"But your name is Louisiana," He stated in a questioning tone.

"I am a third generation immigrant," She answered, "My grandparents came over just after World War 2. They already had sons and daughters named in Japanese custom of previous ancestors. So my parents named me a very American name to help patriate us to our new country and traditions."

He smiled and nodded, he liked the idea of immigrants Americanizing themselves. He liked cultural differences too, but not when it led to segregation, isolation, and prejudice. After all, his first love had been a horny little taupe brown Indian girl. Charlene was twelve, and he was sixteen. She was in middle school when she moved into the neighborhood, and he was a sophomore in high school.

He didn't know it at the time, but Charlene's mother, Fornasia Korrapati, was an extremely high priced prostitute brought over from India as an indentured sex slave. She had gotten pregnant with her first set of twins, Gabriella and Porsche, when she was just fifteen. Charlene, and her twin sisters Sable and Larissa came four years later when she turned nineteen. When Fornasia turned twenty-two she got pregnant again with twins, Ruel and Tobin, her first and second sons, and she turned twenty-three before they were born. Four years later, Fornasia gave birth to twins, Lorraine and Nanieve, when she was twenty-seven.

Fornasia bought her freedom and her citizenship by the time she was thirty-one, and moved to his rural farming neighborhood with two sixteen year old daughters, three twelve year old daughters, two eight year old sons, two four year old daughters, and two newborn girls, Llewyn and Beatrice. There were twelve of them all told.

A big family wasn't strange to him however, he was from a big family too. There was his dad, Connor, and his mother, Janice, and then there were the kids. His older sisters, Claire who was twenty, and Chastity who was eighteen. His younger siblings were his brother, Calvin was fourteen, and thought he was head over heels in love with Sable. Then there was Hannah who was twelve, Holly who was ten, Laramie who was eight, Benjamin was six, Rebecca was four, and the baby Kathryn who was two.

——(!)——

He smiled at the memory as he bent over and retrieved Louisiana's leash, letting his fingertips glide over her smooth ivory pussy-lips as he grabbed the loop dangling between her thighs.

"Do you have to urinate," He asked in a warm purr.

Her thighs closed and she nodded her head, 'Yes!'

"Well," He hissed menacingly, "You're going to have to wait a little longer. First I'm going to give you something to drink!"

Crawling on the bed he straddled her chest as he took his dick in hand and began rubbing his cock up and down as he pointed his large purple mushroom head at her face. She lifted her head and he obliged her by pushing his dick through the ring in her mouth. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her face up to his groin as he shoved his dick all the way inside her!

"Mmm," He hummed as he felt his head scraping the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth as he pistoned his cock inside her!

——(!)——

"What do you want out of this relationship," He asked her hours earlier after the tour of the house and having led her to the living room and sat her down.

They still had an hour before Heather came home from school so he wanted to use it to get to know Louisiana. He poured two glasses of Laphroaig scotch whiskey with a single cube of ice and handed one to her before he sat on the couch beside her.

"I want whatever Master wants," She answered in a sensual purr as she took the offered glass.

"Cut the bullshit for five minutes okay," He growled in aggravation, "I'm not into S&M per say, so, I'm still new at this and I don't know the rules. So, please tell me how I can make you happy!"

Louisiana's black eyes shined with mischief and she took a slow swig of her scotch. She exhaled an appreciative sigh as she regarded the glass of amber liquid in her hand, then she looked up smiling, "This is damn fine scotch Master!"

He smiled and tipped his glass to her, but waited for an answer.

She continued to smile as she enjoyed another swig of her scotch before she finally sighed and answered, "Master, I can only say that I am only happy when I am dominating, or being severely dominated! Beyond that, I suggest you research the subject, and then do to me whatever you want!"

"Okay," He nodded, then took another swig of his scotch, swished it around his mouth and swallowed before he asked, "Why are you doing this, and why me?"

"I already told you Master," She answered with a sigh, "Your cunt wife is fucking my husband…," As she was talking he very calmly took her glass of scotch and set it on the table in front of the couch, then set his glass down. "...and worse she's letting him dominate her…"

(Whack!) She felt more than saw his hand collide with her cheek as her vision exploded into red fireworks. If his hand was a bat then her head was the baseball and she was sent flying, her body slamming against the back of the couch as her head rebounded off the wall as the pulsing red fireworks were suddenly snuffed out...

She couldn't see!

She could breathe!

Shock overwhelmed her, and she couldn't even speak!

Her body was limp, only her legs and right arm spasmed but she had no control. She couldn't stop the twitching and she couldn't move, all she could do was feel fear clawing at her belly as Jason growled in her ear, "Don't…ever…disrespect my wife again! You are nothing compared to her. You are a slave. My…slave…and you will talk about Charlene with respect…as the wife of your Master!"

She wanted to nod her acceptance. She wanted to say, 'Yes Master', but she couldn't. She feared that the slap or the slamming of her head into the wall had broken something, but she couldn't voice her concern. Her sight wasn't returning and that scared her to death! The violence, the danger, the pain, the fear it all excited her until she felt the warm glow of her orgasm juicing her pussy-lips and exploded as she began to squirt all down her thighs saturating the cushions of his couch.

"Ah fuck," She heard him curse as her hips twerked and foam dribbled from her mouth.

The next thing she felt was his arms sliding under her knees and back as he picked her up and carried her to a room. He laid her on a bed and left. When he came back, he set a cold compress on her head before tenderly caressing her cheek, and then left again.

He was gone for a long time while she laid there on the bed in darkness, pain blooming inside her head, she knew there was going to be quite the knot just behind her temple. Her ability to move slowly came back as she wiggled her arms and legs. She had no idea but it felt like an eternity before, at last, her sight came back and he returned a short time later and sat on the bed next to her.

"I-l'm sorry Master," Louisiana whispered hoarsely as she moved her hand to his thigh.

She could see the tortured look on his face because of the injury he had done to her, and she wanted to console him.

"No, I am sorry," He apologized vehemently as he shook his head in disgust, "I was furious, and I got carried away with all this S&M bullshit! I should never hit you like that! I…promise…I will never hit you like that again!"

"Please…Master," Louisiana purred, a small smile turning her lips up, even though her voice was still weak, "Don't make that promise…Master. I won't be happy…unless you are able and willing to punish me appropriately as you desire!"

"And, what if I wish to punish you with love and caresses," He asked his tone muted but firmly resolved to not hit this woman he was starting to cherish again, "Instead of with violence."

Her smile deepened and she moved her hand to his forearm before she responded, "I will accept whatever form of punishment my Master gives me…as long as Master is willing to give me a good spanking when I need it.."

"Agreed," He said with a smile, feeling a little less like a bully, tyrant and generally hurrid, "Then this is my promise to you; I will be as firm as I have to be to keep you properly submissive, but I will never hit you like I just did again! Not in the face or body, I will find other methods of physical discipline!"

"Yes Master," She purred.

"Good! Now, spread your legs and arms. I am going to cuff you to the bed," He commanded as he stood up and moved to retrieve her handcuffs from her bag, "You will learn the true nature of having the rest of your life dominated by your Master!"

She giggled in delighted anticipation as she crooned, "Yes Master!"

He teased and tickled her, he spanked, and subjected her to many of the other forms of torture she had in her bag for two hours until he heard the front door swing open and Heather call out, "Hey Daddy! Your knocked up baby girl is home! Is my baby's Daddy ready to knock up his baby girl some more?!"

Withdrawing quickly from Louisiana's cum saturated vagina, he put a finger to his lips, shushing her as he stepped out of the room and locking the door behind him as he responded, "Back here, Baby!"

Quick stepping into his room he laid down, his dick standing flagstaff straight up in the air and still glistening with cum and lubrication. He was about to wipe off his dick when she came into the room smiling and horny!

——(!)——

The memory of her sliding her pussy down his Louisiana nectar covered cock sent him over the edge as his orgasm rolled his eyes back into his head.

"Cough! Argh! Ahh!" Louisiana coughed and choked as he blasted cum down her throat as he pulled her head savagely up to his groin as he buried the full length of his dick in her mouth and throat! When the initial explosion of his orgasm passed he relaxed, releasing her hair as he withdrew. He took hold of his cock and continued to masturbate, propelling ropes of cum into her mouth as she coughed and gagged and tried to gasp for air. Finally with the last vestiges of his orgasm he shot white dollops across her face, from her chin, across her mouth and cheeks, to across her nose, eyelashes and forehead landing several shots of creamy spend in her black hair.

Once he was finished, he moved off of her and the bed. He unbuckled her ring gag from around her head, and listened to her smack her lips closed and swallow his spend before she worked her jaw loosening cramping muscles, "Thank you Master, that was yummy."

He smiled down at her then uncuffed her, hands first then feet. He helped her to her feet and held on to her as she lost her balance and tilted dizzily from her head concussion.

"I want you to stay here with me tonight," he said, concern thick in his voice.

"Yes Master," She whispered weakly as she steadied herself.

He held onto her as they walked to the bathroom. He made her hold her urine as he massaged her breasts then slipped his fingers down over her spread pussy-lips and fingered her vagina, up her vulva to her clit. He had her shivering in near climax when he finally told her she could pee. When she let it go it was like a torrential flood that swept her up in her orgasm and dashed her against metaphorical cliffs as she swooned!

"Well! Hello there," Heather almost yelled in outrage, her voice a bullhorn in his ears causing him and Louisiana to jump in shock, "What the fuck is going on here?!"

"Fuck," He hissed under his breath, "Heather…I'm sorry…I can explain!"

"No," She sneered with a furious smile plastered on her face, "I get it! Me and mom aren't enough for you!"

"That's not it," He began as she held out a finger for him to stop.

"Stop Daddy," She hissed as tears budded at the corners of her eyes, "I don't care! I don't care that you fucked her, then you fuck me, then what…I leave for ten minutes and you come back to fuck her again?!"

"Who is this bitch anyway, that has you so enthralled that the two women you're already fucking aren't enough," She asked as she wiped tears and snot from her nose.

"This is Louisiana Lee-Dole," He introduced, "Louisiana, this is my daughter Heather."

"No," She shrieked in rage as she wagged her left hand in Louisiana's face, "I…AM…YOUR…WIFE!"

"I'm sorry Heather," He apologized as he stood up and tried to reach out to her.

She took a quick step back and cried, "You break my heart Daddy! I don't even care that you want to sleep with other women! I'd sleep with them too! But, you didn't say a thing! You could have told me what you wanted, you could have been honest with me!"

"You're right Honey, I should have been honest from the start," He crooned in as soft apologetic voice as he could, "I should have said something to you and your mother as soon as Milly approached me…"

She looked up, her eyes sharp, "Mildred? What does she have to do with this?!"

"Everything," He answered, then looking at Louisiana he commanded her, "Clean yourself up then come out to the living room."

Steering Heather out of the bathroom, he led her to the living room and sat her on the same couch that they had made love to each other their very first time. She hugged her small but noticeable pregnant belly, and absently stroked herself trying to calm down. Taking her free hand, He didn't let her pull it free as he began his explanation, "Mildred confronted me, in the jacuzzi the day after we arrived in Florida during the Spring Break vacation, she said your mother was fucking Donald…"

"That's true, mom was fucking Donald. I overheard them once I think," She confirmed his fear, "And then I caught them the next day after we got back from the hospital. She actually slammed the door in my face and had me wait thirty minutes in our room while Donald fucked her! I'm sorry daddy, I knew and I didn't say anything…"

"So every time Donald had a meeting or a conference call, that was him taking Charlene up to fuck her," He asked for confirmation.

"Yea pretty much," She admitted.

"I see," He whispered, then squeezed her hand reassuringly, "I have been married to your mother for twenty years, and been fucking her since she was twelve and I was sisteen. Her labido has always been insatiable, but I believe she has never cheated on me until now. So, knowing her, there must be a reason!"

"But Daddy," She whined, "She's cheating on you! On us!"

"Mmm-hmm," He agreed as Louisiana came out and sat in a chair, he smiled at her before he continued, "Like you said before, this isn't about cheating, it's about honesty. If your mother was honest with me, she would find I just might be understanding about whatever plight or reason she has for doing what she is doing. However, since she isn't being honest, then it leaves you, me, Mildred, and Louisiana to cope with your mother's and their husband's infidelity. To somehow, once again find that sense of balance that is lost because of their having sex outside of our marriages. That is what Mildred proposed… that since Charlene is fucking their husbands, then they should get to fuck me!"

"What about me Daddy," She asked, "Where's the balance in the scales for me?"

He shook his head, he didn't have an answer for her. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders, "You're the wildcard in this whole equation. The 1 variable that can't be balanced. It's why I haven't been honest, why I went behind your back. I am so sorry Honey! How can I make this right with you?"

"What I want," She purred, her voice amused now as she smiled sensually, "I want absolute honesty from you Daddy, and I want to be included in everything! If you are going to be in this woman's bed then I want to be there too!"

"Well," Louisiana sighed with a condescending smile, "It seems she is as lascivious as your wife, Master!"

He smiled in relief and nodded his head in agreement, "Yes she is…"