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espite the time of year, Sunday was shaping up to be a scorcher. It seemed we were being struck by one of those freak autumn heat waves that only occur once in a blue moon. It was so warm and sunny it felt as if we were in mid-summer. 

Someone suggested that it would be a perfect day for the girls to wash the cars, giving the vehicles a nice wax job before the serious winter weather arrived. 

A few minutes later, Jenna and Evie appeared before Mary and me in matching jet black, skimpy, preposterously designed swimsuits. 

I was taken aback. Who the hell had designed these things? Had Mary approved of their purchase?

The one-piece suits had an insanely high cut at the crotch, going far beyond the sort of swimsuit whose vee rises up to the hips or even the waist. Instead, the vee of the crotch went all the way up nearly to the armpits. The low-cut collar displayed the girls' massive breasts in a breathtaking display of cleavage. And in the middle of the chest was a zipper that seemed to invite a person to unzip the swimsuit from the front. Though I'd seen similar outfits in things like Sports Illustrated, I couldn't imagine encountering one in real life: I mean, having a zipper like that, especially for such well-endowed girls like Jenna and Evie, seemed like an invitation to what we euphemistically call a "wardrobe malfunction". One incorrect jostle and the zipper would undo itself.

Where do people even buy things like this?

The sight of the twin teens, one a sultry black haired beauty and the other a sunny blonde, both with piercing gray eyes, was incredible. My eyes darted from one buxom teen to the other, looking first at the incredible valley of titflesh on display, then back up to their gorgeous faces, then down at the plunging vee of the black swimsuits that was like an arrow pointing to their pussies. 

I felt that to keep my credibility with Mary I had to say something. 

"Uh, Mary," I began tentatively, "where did these swimsuits come from?"

"Jenna picked them out when we were in New York," Mary said brightly, as if she were talking about an ordinary summer frock. "I thought they were a little . . . well, you know . . . but she seemed to have her heart set on it. So I bought one for each girl. We can't play favorites, can we?"

For the millionth time – no, make that the ten millionth time – I thought again that my wife must be from another planet. Who would allow their teenage daughters to wear such outfits, especially daughters whose busts were as huge as these girls'? 

Jenna and Evie saw my look of incredulity. They exchanged smirks and then looked back at me, smiling.

I shook my head in disbelief at the situation, then said tentatively, "I'm a little concerned about the zippers. How secure are they?"

"Oh Daddy, it's not a problem," said Evie, with a characteristically innocent lilt to her voice. Her light grey eyes were so gorgeous, and combined with her bright blonde hair she looked like a sunny day personified. A sunny day with huge tits, that is. When she pulled her "I'm-so-innocent" routine, I felt like I could dive into her eyes and be lost in them. "See?" she continued, "There's a little hook on the inside of the suit that would have to be unclasped before the zipper can be undone." She then demonstrated by unhooking the hidden clasp, suddenly unveiling several more inches of cleavage. 

My mouth dropped open. The view was incredible. I felt like I could plunge into a valley of delicious cleavage and never want to climb out.

"But look, Daddy," continued Jenna. "The suit has a failsafe second clasp lower down, just in case the first one comes undone or you decide to wear the suit a little looser. The second clasp prevents the zipper from coming all the way undone – like this!" Jenna deftly unhooked a second hidden clasp, then pulled the zipper all the way down.

The swimsuit was transformed. With the zipper undone down to the crotch, the stretchy fabric shrank to little more than two strips, and the black one-piece morphed into a gigantic thong, whose suspenders reached from the vee covering Jenna's pussy all the way up to a halter top tied around her neck. In between, the suspenders stretched over my stepdaughter's humongous breasts, barely covering her areolas. The "suit", if you could even call it that anymore, was stretched so taut over her prominent breasts that it stretched outward away from her body entirely in the space between Jenna's crotch and her huge, jutting tits.

Jenna smiled at me. "Do you like it, Daddy?" she asked. Without waiting for a reply, she turned to her sister and said, "Let's show him the back, Evie."

The two girls turned in unison, showing me that in the back, the swimsuits were nothing but gigantic thongs, with a single strip of cloth coming out of their crotches and rising all the way up to their upper backs, where the fabric branched into two strips that went on either side of the girls' necks. Around the side, under the armpits, were small strips that connected the halter of the back to the sexy suspenders in front. 

Their bare asses were on magnificent display.

I felt an almost overwhelming urge to reach out and start fondling both girls, despite the fact that my wife was standing next to me. To contain myself, I put one arm around Mary's shoulder and drew her next to me. I put my other, slightly trembling hand on Mary's stomach and rubbed her tummy as a way of beating back the urge to grab both of the little vixens and bury my face in the incredible titflesh that they were displaying for me. "It's certainly unexpected," I managed to stammer.

"I realize it's a little risque," said Mary, in a massive understatement. "But Jenna promised me she and her sister would only wear it around the house."

"It's only for you, Daddy," Evie said brightly, as she unzipped the lower part of her suit so that it now matched the extreme exposure of her sister's outfit. Then she bent her head down and, under the guise of adjusting the straps, began hefting and massaging her breasts. While she had her head bent toward her breast, she looked up at me coyly and pinched one of her nipples when she was sure she'd caught my eye. She smiled at me with an expression that would have been appropriate for a ten year old proudly displaying her latest fingerpainting creation. But such an innocent-seeming smile was bizarrely out of place for a nineteen year old girl cupping and showing off her 32F tits.

"Only for you," she repeated, smiling and biting her lower lip. She hefted her breasts up and down as if she were giving them to me.

I looked back at my wife, staring into her eyes. I was dumbfounded. Mary seemed completely oblivious to what was going on two feet in front of her. Was her eyesight really that bad when she wasn't wearing contacts, or could she possibly be this clueless?

Jenna grabbed the car keys from the counter top. Quickly zipping the swimsuits back up, both girls dashed out to the street to move the cars into the long driveway that wrapped around our house and led to the back yard where they would wash the cars.

I watched through the living room window. When they got to the sidewalk, they encountered a couple of men who were walking their dogs together. Both girls stopped and chatted with the two men for a moment. 

The men seemed to struggle to maintain eye contact with the two teens, but I could see that each man was drawn to ogle the girls' incredible bodies. After all, it was like hitting a fantasy jackpot: two busty twin teenagers, identical except for the color of their hair – same beautiful lips, same gorgeous grey eyes, same incredible legs, same round asses, same huge tits. And all of that packaged in matching sexy black swimsuits that were practically emblazoned with a logo saying, "Unzip Me! Fuck Me!" 

Evie crouched down to ground level to pet the dogs, and I watched one of the men stare down at Evie's nearly bare thong-clad ass as she squatted in front of him, her head at his crotch's level as she played with his dog. 

Jenna giggled as she spoke to both men. Then, evidently in response to a compliment about her bathing suit, she pirouetted, displaying the incredible cleavage in the front coupled with her bare ass viewed from behind. When she twirled back around to face one of the men, she looked down at her own cleavage and giggled embarrassedly. Obviously, I thought to myself, she had ignored all that nonsense about zipper safety, and had deliberately refrained from fastening the safety clasps. I watched as Jenna smiled at the man, then tugged the zipper up and down a few times, clearly teasing that he might get an even better view while supposedly merely testing the zipper to make sure it was working. Then she smirked and shrugged her shoulders in a "Show's over, boys" gesture. She zipped the suit back up. When she gave him one of her typical evil smiles, he grinned back at her. 

The man put his hand gently on Jenna's arm and said something to her. Jenna nodded, and the man eagerly pulled out a pen and paper and wrote something on it, evidently his phone number. 

The other man continued to stare downward at Evie while she crouched at the man's feet nuzzling his dog,. With her face at crotch level, Evie looked up at the man and grinned happily as both dogs began pawing at her chest and lapping at her face. The man licked his lips hungrily, obviously wishing he could take the dogs' place licking her luscious young body. Then one of the dogs' paws brushed against Evie's zipper and the suit gave way, exposing the middle of Evie's torso down to the middle of her chest. Evie laughed as the dogs continued to paw at her, pulling the zipper down even further. The swimsuit was almost ready to shift over to full thong mode.

The man reached his hand down and caressed the top of Evie's blonde head. There was something in his gesture that made me think a part of him wanted to push Evie's face into his waiting crotch. 

But Evie simply looked up at him as if she couldn't read his desires. She smiled upward while he stared down at her nearly exposed breasts. Then, Evie casually rose up to her full height, zipped the zipper back up and laughed as if her exposure were nothing but a funny joke. 

The guy's eyes were practically bugging out of his head.

Mary, standing next to me at the window, smiled. "Isn't that nice!" she said. "I'm so glad the girls are starting to make friends in the neighborhood!" 

I turned and looked at my wife as if she was out of her mind.

As for me, I was practically livid. Those swimsuits are for ME! I wanted to scream. No one but ME should be allowed to see them! Who are these scumbags talking to my girls? Those little bitches need to come back inside and stay with their Daddy!

Naturally, I had the good sense not to say any of those things. Mary and I continued to watch as Evie and Jenna said their goodbyes and moved toward the cars. As they walked away, the men obviously spoke back and forth about the girls. Several times before they reached the street corner, one or both of them turned and looked back at my stepdaughters. Jenna and Evie smiled and waved.

Once the men had turned the corner and were out of sight, Jenna laughed and crumpled up the small piece of paper the man had given her. She threw the crumpled wad in the gutter. Despite the fact that I was glad she wasn't going to see the guy again, I couldn't help but shake my head at her actions. The little prick tease.

The two girls drove the cars down the driveway and into our back yard. 

Mary and I moved into the living room, where a big picture window gave a full view of the back yard. To protect against glare and to save energy during the summer time, the windows had been treated with a reflective coating which reduced the sunlight coming in and prevented anyone outside from seeing the house interior. Now that meant that Mary and I could see the twins, but they would be oblivious to what we were doing inside.

"What do you say to a couple of drinks?" said Mary. "With this warm weather, I'd like a gin and tonic."

"I don't know, Mary," I answered. "I'm a little worried about the combination of alcohol with your medication. Remember how even one glass of bourbon affected you a couple of weeks ago?"

Mary laughed. "That was a pretty wild experience," she said. "I loved the way you got into our role play that night – I was so dazed and suggestible that when we were fantasizing about Jenna, I felt like she was right there in the room with us!"

In fact, Jenna WAS right there in the room with us. But Mary accidentally got so doped up that evening on the combination of a single drink of alcohol combined with her medication that it was as if I had pumped her full of drugs. "It was like you were hypnotized," I said. I gave a small, nervous laugh. 

Mary laughed. "Yeah! So let's do it again!" She went to the kitchen, pulled out the gin and limes, and started opening a couple of small bottles of tonic water.

"Are you crazy?" I asked. As much fun as that accidental episode was, I didn't like the idea of deliberately drugging my wife.

"Oh, come on, Danny. It's just the two of us. It was kind of fun letting go like that, and anyway I trust you completely. Besides, I'm not taking such high doses of medication anymore, so I'm sure it'll be fine."

She handed me a glass and took a long sip from her own drink. We settled down on the couch looking out over the back yard.

Outside, the girls were gathering buckets, sponges and a couple of hoses. Evie set up a mini-speaker and through the glass, I could faintly hear a driving trance beat playing while they began to wash the cars. 

Mary finished her drink before I'd even taken more than a couple of sips of mine. "So refreshing on such a hot day!" she said.

"Hey, watch it!" I said. "Remember last time?" I was trying – I swear to god I was trying – to be responsible.

"Actually, Danny, I barely remember it." She giggled. "I just remember enjoying myself. A lot."

"You really don't remember what happened after you took that drink?"

She shrugged. "It's sort of a blur. But so what? It's not as if anything bad happened. It's just another temporary side effect of the meds."

I shook my head in wonderment. The last time Mary had taken a single drink of alcohol while on this medication regime, she'd drifted into a sexy, suggestible state. And now it seemed that her trust in me was so absolute that she didn't mind going there again.

In the yard beyond our picture window, Jenna and Evie began sudsing up the cars – and themselves. Jenna in particular seemed to be squeezing more sudsy water over her ample breasts than she was on the car. After a couple of minutes of Jenna's display, Evie looked at her sister, then looked over at the opaque picture window, then back at her sister. 

Finally Evie put two and two together. She started squeezing suds all over her own body as well. The girls began to compete to see who could put on the best show while seeming to clean the cars.

Mary, as usual, was oblivious to what was developing outside. At one point, a minute or so after she rapidly finished her drink, I noticed what seemed like a wave of dizziness come over her. "Oh, god. It's just like before!" she said. "The alcohol is interacting with all my hormone supplements!"

"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked.

"Sure. In fact, I feel energized! Look at the girls outside. Don't you think it'd be fun to join them?"

"Washing the cars?"

"Do they look like they're washing the cars?"

I turned and looked. Outside, Jenna was pointing the hose at her sister, who was giggling and squirming under the spray. Her tits were jiggling like crazy under the inadequate swimsuit. In response, Evie grabbed her own hose and started chasing Jenna around the yard. Watching Jenna's ass as she ran was like watching a symphony of sexiness. 

"You want to join them?" I asked.

"Sure. Why not?"

"Well, we'd better change into some clothes that we don't mind getting wet."

Mary walked toward our bedroom to find her swimsuit, and as I followed her I noted how unsteady she seemed on her feet. Just as before, her heavy medications, mixed with vitamins and hormones, was magnifying the effect of the alcohol. 

Once in our bedroom, I quickly rifled through my drawers, grabbing every pair of shorts I could find. After stuffing them in a dirty clothes hamper, I pulled out a skimpy pair of boxer underwear. "It looks like this is the only thing I can wear," I announced as Mary came back dressed in a bikini. As she walked across the bedroom, Mary staggered under the combined effect of the alcohol, hormonal supplements and other medications. 

Mary looked down at the boxers, whose lower hem was barely below the lower tip of my slowly engorging cock. She giggled, partly, I think, at her own drunken clumsiness and partly at the sight of my barely hidden cock. She didn't say anything as I took her hand to steady her and started toward the door to the back yard. 

When we exited the house I was surprised by how much louder the music was coming from the sound system Jenna and Evie had set up. They'd programmed the music to be a mix of trance music with a heavy beat. Jenna's and Evie's faces both turned toward us when we emerged from the house. Or rather, I should say they turned toward ME. 

"Look, Evie!" cried Jenna, her eyes riveted on my thin, short boxers, boxers from which a long and lengthening cock was beginning to emerge. "It's Horsecock! Horsecock's coming out to play!" 

The girls pointed both their hoses and Mary and me, and within seconds we were as soaked as Jenna and Evie already were. The three girls were wearing swimsuits that were meant to be worn wet, but my boxers were simply light cotton underwear. When they got wet, they clung to my skin and made my growing erection even more apparent.

"You little vixens!" I yelled in mock anger. "How dare you get your mother and me all wet!"

The girls and their mother all laughed. "If you want us to stop, you'll have to catch us!" cried Evie. She sprayed her hose directly at me, prancing just outside my reach. "C'mon, Daddy! Make me stop!"

Mary went over to the water spigot and hooked up a third hose. Now all three women were running circles around me, spraying me with water. My flimsy boxers clung to my skin, revealing the complete outline of my throbbing erection. An inch or two of my cock was visible sticking out of the bottom hem of the briefs.

I have to say at this point that Mary's eyesight was less than it used to be. After the first couple of weeks of intense doses of hormones and nutritional supplements, the doctor had eased up on Mary's medications. As the dosage, lowered, so had the side effects. There were no more spells of near blindness after taking the meds. 

What remained, however, was an extreme sensitivity to bright light, and Mary's eyesight had degraded. The doctor assured us that this, too, was temporary, and in the meantime Mary would have to wear hard contact lenses in order to maintain normal vision. Mary complained that the contacts irritated her eyes, so she always took them off as soon as she came home from work each evening. Around the house, she said, she was willing to get by with blurry vision for a few weeks if it meant that her eyes didn't ache so much. And whenever she was outside, she wore dark glasses. 

So now we were outside, with Mary wearing dark glasses and no hard contact lenses. Her eyesight was blurry. She could see the general shapes all around her, but her vision lacked a lot of detail. She could see me, for example, but was unable to detect the outline of my rampant erection sticking mostly out of the end of my briefs.

ithin a minute or so, a new game emerged, a sort of variation on Tag, except that Daddy was always It. First I ran after Jenna and grabbed her from behind. She squealed with mock fear as I pulled her by the wrist with one arm and then cupped her ass with the other. But then suddenly Mary blasted me with her hose, and I turned my attention to her, chasing after her and, within seconds, pulling her into my arms for a long kiss. 

The kiss was interrupted, though, by Evie, who tapped me on the arm and cried, "Tag! You're It, Daddy! Come catch me!" 

I spent the next fifteen minutes running from one nubile female to another, grabbing them, caressing their asses, and mauling their luscious tits. I felt like a bee, buzzing from one wet, sexy flower to the next. Each time I "tagged" one of my girls, I pulled her to me, cupping her ass and pressing my erection against her wet body. All the while they squealed and giggled as they sprayed me and each other with the hoses. 

When I ran from one girl to the next, my hardon led the way – fully erect, it stood out proudly, pushing the thin boxer leg out of the way, flapping back and forth as I ran from one girl to the next to the next. Somewhere along the way I had "accidentally" brushed against the zippers on the front of each girl's swimsuit, pulling down the zippers and exposing their impressive hooters. So there we were, Daddy and his girls, squealing in the wet afternoon, running after each other. They with their bare tits bouncing in the wet sun, and me with my insistent, exposed boner chasing after them.

Mary's drunken state meant that she didn't seem to register how crazy all this was. With the trance music blaring an insistent beat, she giggled as much as her daughters did when I grabbed her and caressed her, then a minute later ran off after one of her daughters. 

At one point I was bounding after Evie, but she didn't try very hard to get away. Within a couple of seconds I caught her. Grabbing her around the waist from behind, I hoisted her up in the air. The hose sprayed upwards and in all directions as she squirmed in my arms. "Yeah! Yeah!" she cried as she wiggled her ass against my hard cock. 

Only a couple of strips of thin, wet fabric separated my cock from her pussy. I laughed triumphantly as I began lifting her up and down in my arms. The water was spurting crazily in the air. 

Before I could go any farther, Jenna interrupted us, spraying her hose on both of us. "Grab me if you can, Daddy!" she yelled, then sprinted away. 

I dropped Evie and began chasing her sister. Mary turned to watch us, and while her back was turned, Evie snuck up behind her, pulled aside Mary's bikini bottom, and thrust the end of the hose into my wife's ass crack. 

"Waah!" Mary cried. Water was gushing out of all sides of her bikini bottom. Already dizzy from the exaggerated effect the alcohol was having on her, Mary slipped on the wet grass and slid head first onto the ground. With her ass presenting a perfect target, Evie knelt behind her mother and slipped the hose around the side so that it pointed up towards Mary's twat. 

"Oh God!" Mary cried as a jet of water began spraying directly onto her pussy. "Oh God! So dizzy! Oh! Oh!"

Within seconds I caught Jenna. She spun around in my arms and faced me and I gripped her by her ass, pulling her wet, luscious body against mine. Her hand still held the hose, and the nozzle was now trapped between our two torsos. Water gushed upwards between her tits, dousing us both like a fountain of cum.

I looked over at Mary. She was sprawled on the grass with her ass in the air. Her face was pressed against the grass facing me. Her eyes were crossed and she shivered all over. Evie was kneeling behind her with her swimsuit unzipped all the way down to the crotch. Her glistening wet tits shook as she sprayed the hose directly onto her mother's clit.

"Isn't this a great game, Mommy?" said Evie.

"Guh! Guh! Guh!" Mary stammered. 

Jenna put one hand around my neck and hoisted herself into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist. "Mom's totally out of it, isn't she?" she said. "What the fuck do they put in those meds, anyway?" 

I was about to carry little Jenna off into the bushes to fuck her when Evie called out, "Come over here, Daddy, and play with us!"

With Jenna legs still wrapped around my pelvis, I walked over toward Evie and her mother. My erection had pushed my boxer leg aside and stood outward proudly, almost as if I weren't wearing the boxers at all. Jenna, with her legs wrapped around me, now had her ass rubbing against the top of my erect cock as I walked across the lawn to my other stepdaughter. 

Evie continued to aim her hose at her prostrate mother's pussy, but her eyes were fixed on my dick as I approached her. When I came beside her, she pulled my cock toward her with her free hand and kissed the tip. "Hi, Daddy," she said sweetly in that crazy little girl voice that she loved to put on. The oh-so-innocent tone of her voice combined with the virginal blonde braids was incredible. The combination of those virginal, girlish features with her incredible body and huge rack was enough to drive me crazy. 

Now I had both of them in front of me. I gently lowered Jenna so that she was standing on the ground. Then I put a hand on her shoulder and, just as gently, pushed downward so that within moments she was on her knees next to her sister. 

"You know what to do next," I told them.

Jenna took her hose and positioned it near her sister's, inside her mother's bikini bottom and pointing up toward her mother's vagina. Mary, already zoned out on the combination of alcohol, medications and sexual stimulation, went into sensory overload. With her ass still propped up in the air and the side of her face pressed against the grass, her mouth opened into an "O" shape and she began moaning inarticulately. Her eyes rolled back in her head. "Tee – tee– teach!" she stammered. "Teach my daughters!"

"I'll teach them," I promised. I couldn't tell if Mary could even hear me, she was so out of it by that time. Given what she was moaning, it seemed like she was partly reliving our fantasy role play from the last time she'd overindulged in the combo of alcohol and medications. It was as if she were picking up the fantasy where we'd left off last time.

"Jeez, Daddy," Jenna whispered looking down at her mother's prostrate form, "You didn't slip my mother a roofie, did you?"

"I was thinking of asking you the same thing," I whispered back. The medications combined with the liquor appeared to have not only obliterated Mary's natural inhibitions, it seemed to put her in almost a hypnotized state.

"Lollipop!" Mary moaned. "Horsecock lollipop!"

"You heard what your mother wants," I told the girls. "Lick Daddy's lollipop!"

Despite all the sexiness of the situation, the animosity between Jenna and Evie was still a major issue. Both reached toward my cock at the same time, but instead of grabbing me together, Evie swatted her sister's hand away. 

"Bad girl, Evie," I admonished. "As punishment, your sister gets to go first." I grabbed the back of Jenna's head and pulled her mouth onto my knob. 

"Sharing is cuh – cuh – caring," stammered their mother.

"You heard your mother," I said calmly. "Share Daddy Horsecock." I pulled Evie's face into my crotch, so that the two sisters were forced cheek-to-cheek as they serviced me. 

I spent the next couple of minutes in a sort of incestuous ecstasy, pulling my cock out of one girl's mouth and feeding it to the other, all while their mother lay sprawled at our feet, a disoriented and horny prisoner of her sensations. 

When I felt like I was getting ready to cum, I pulled both girls' mouths off of my cock. "It's Mommy's turn," I told them.

I knelt down, took Mary by the hips and turned her over. I pushed the crotch of her bikini bottom aside to make room for my cock, but I left one of the hoses in place, still gushing a steady stream of water at her asshole.

"Oh, Daddy," Mary moaned, completely out of it. Somewhere along the way, my wife's 36DD boobs had popped of the bikini top – the bikini bra was now underneath her hooters, pushing them upward even though she was lying on her back. Her sunglasses had long ago fallen off and she squinted in what was, for her, too much sunlight. Mary's eyelids were fluttering and her eyes didn't seem to be focused anywhere. "Where are the girlssss?" she slurred. 

"They went inside," I lied. "It's just you and me."

"Fuck me, Daddy," she moaned. "Fuck your daughters."

"Anything you say," I answered, smiling. I knelt before her outstretched legs and pointed my cock into her wet pussy. Evie and Jenna knelt on either side of us, and while I spent the next few minutes thrusting in and out of my wife, I took turns kissing and fondling my stepdaughters' big hooters, moving from one to the next and then back again. I pounded poor horny, dazed Mary over and over while wrapping my arms around her daughters and playing with their bodies while kissing them. 

Mary seemed to be in a sort of trance. Her pelvis rose and met each of my thrusts, while her thighs quivered with the jet of the hose that still massaged her ass. Her big soft breasts shook and shimmied up and down, back and forth as I pounded her body.

"Daddy's too big!" she moaned. "Too much Horsecock for one woman!"

"Daddy Horsecock needs three women, doesn't he, Mommy?" Jenna whispered to her mother. When I looked at Jenna, she had an evil grin on her face. 

Then Evie joined in. She bent forward and whispered in her mother's ear, planting the idea deep within her, "Daddy needs to fuck so, so much! Daddy needs all three women. "

"Daddy's Horsecock is too big for one woman, isn't it, Mommy?" Jenna added. "Daddy needs to fuck his daughters."

Dazed, Mary moaned, almost to herself, "One cock to rule them all, one cock to bind them. . ." Jesus, was she quoting Lord of the Rings now? How zoned out was she? "Three pussies for one cock. Teach them, Daddy!"

Evie then took one of her mother's hands, and gestured to Jenna to take the other one. "Daddy will teach all of us," she told her mother. "Daddy will fuck all of us."

"Daddy Horsecock needs three women to satisfy him," added Jenna.

"Three. . ." moaned Mary. "Three for Daddy! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Daddy needs all three! MY GIRLS NEED TO FUCK THEIR DADDY!!" 

When I finally came I pulled both girls toward me and held them tightly, their big boobs mashing against me on either side. The girls continued to hold their mother's hands. The trance music pounded away at an insistent beat that wormed its way into the rhythm of our fucking.

I felt like I was fucking all three women at once. And in fact – I was. My cock was buried in one while she held the hands of the other two. All the while, my wife moaned drunkenly, encouraging me to fuck her daughters. The feeling of all three women's bodies pressed against me felt like the greatest sexual triumph of my life. Mary screamed as I thrust deeper and deeper, then fell limp. My cum flowed into my wife and oozed out of her pussy. 

Mary was fucked out. The hormone supplements and booze had finally sapped her of all energy, and she collapsed on the lawn, spent. The garden hoses, forgotten in our frenzy of lust, lay on the lawn, spurting an endless stream of water all over the grass.

I carried Mary up to our bedroom and laid her out on the bed to sleep it off.

ately Mary had begun wondering about herself, about her own mind. Maybe she was going crazy.

It seemed like all she could think about these days was sex. Whenever she looked at her husband Danny, all she saw was his cock. Every day when she came home from work, the instant she opened the door and had the first whiff of the inside of her house, she thought she smelled sex. Even when she looked at her innocent nineteen year old twin daughters, it seemed like all she saw was sex. They oozed sex. They smelled of sex. The whole damn household reeked of sex.

It was the hormones. Mary was convinced of that. In the months before the doctor diagnosed her as suffering from a freakish form of premature menopause, Mary had noticed a definite slacking off of her sex drive. She still loved Danny, and she loved having sex with him, but the zip seemed to have gone out of things. Danny never said anything, but she herself had noticed that he was mainly the one who had initiated sex. She never turned him down when he asked for it, but if left to herself, she just wasn't in the mood any more.

After the doctor put her on all those medications, though, everything changed. The hodge podge that he prescribed to her included vitamin supplements, various Chinese and South American herbs, and a plethora of other stuff. Vitamin E and retinol-related stuff for her skin tone. Spirulina seaweed capsules for . . . something or other. Mary couldn't remember. And the hormones. Mary was on so many hormone supplements that she couldn't keep track of them all.

Mary wondered whether it was the hormones that were making her think about sex all the time. From being in a position where her husband was the one who was always asking for sex, suddenly it was Mary herself who was horny. Horny all the time.

Her horniness seemed to even affect the way she saw the things around her. Everything - EVERYTHING - she saw in the house seemed to make her think about sex. Everything reminded her of sex. Everything seemed filled with sexual innuendo. Everything seemed charged with sexual content. Even her two lovely daughters.

Mary knew it was her imagination. She knew that there was nothing improper going on in her household. It was just the hormones making her see things that weren't there and forcing interpretations onto her that she knew were ridiculous.

Monday was a perfect example of the problems that she was having. That day, she arrived home from work at around 6 PM as usual. As had become her habit, the first thing she did after entering the house was take out the hard contact lenses that she'd begun wearing when the hormone supplements started. The mixture of medications had led to a worsening of her vision, but the doctor assured her that in a few months, the effects would wear off and she'd have her regular vision back. In the meantime, though, only hard contact lenses were capable of correcting her eye problems. The lenses were so uncomfortable, though, that her eyes ached by the time she got home from work. Most days, she took out the lenses as soon as she walked in the door, then placed a warm wet wash cloth over her eyes to soothe them. Ten or twenty minutes of lying back in an easy chair with the warm compass covering her eyes did wonders to soothe her after a long day wearing those damn contact lenses. 

That Monday was typical. When Mary entered the house, the first thing she saw was her husband Danny, sitting on the couch. Splayed across his lap was her nineteen year old daughter, Jenna. Jenna's skirt was hiked up around her waist and her panties had been pulled down to her knees, exposing her bare, now reddened, ass. Danny was spanking her.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy!" Jenna screamed. "Spank me! Punish me!"

Danny looked up briefly and smiled and waved hello at Mary, then went back to work spanking the shit out of the voluptuous little nineteen year old. "You little bitch!" he cried as he smacked Mary's daughter again. Mary, standing just inside the doorway, flinched a little at the sound of Danny's palm slapping against the girl's bare bottom. "How dare you disobey your Daddy!"

"I'll be good, Daddy! I'll be so good! I'll give you everything you want! Tell me what you want, Daddy!"

Mary's hands shivered slightly as she removed her contacts and put them carefully into a small plastic container that she kept on the mantle. She had long ago given up trying to figure out why Danny was spanking her daughter. It always seemed to be some trivial infraction, like dropping a pen or spilling a few drops of milk on the counter.

Sometimes, it seemed to Mary as if Jenna purposely spilled things, then smiled slyly as her stepfather grabbed her by the wrist and slung her over his lap for yet another spanking. 

Mary had to admit, though, that the spankings seemed to have an effect. When Jenna had first arrived in their household after living with her father in Indonesia, she'd had a bit of an attitude problem. But regular spankings from Danny changed her. These days, she was more compliant, especially toward Danny. She did anything her stepfather wanted. 

Anything. 

Sometimes it seemed to Mary that Jenna's subservience to her new stepfather was a little extreme but, again, Mary was sure that was just the hormones affecting her judgment. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jenna screamed. Mary looked over at the scene, squinting now that her contacts had been removed. She saw the general outlines of Jenna with her ass in the air, giggling and humping up and down on her step daddy's crotch.

The spankings were almost a daily occurrence. Several times a week, Mary came home to find her teenage daughter lying face down on her husband's lap, her back arched and her ass in the air, screaming for More Spankings! Harder, Daddy, Harder! Harder! Harder! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! At the end of the spankings, Jenna always looked completely disheveled, her hair tangled and hanging in her face, her panties bunched around her ankles. Most disturbing to Mary, Jenna's blouse was usually in disarray as well: her buttons were all unbuttoned, her bra was hanging loosely around her neck, and her large F-cup breasts were completely exposed. If Mary didn't know better, she'd think her daughter had just been fucked.

It was a good thing, Mary reflected, that no strangers ever saw Jenna in such disarray. They might get the wrong idea. Luckily, only Mary herself and, of course, the girl's stepfather, saw Jenna in such a state. 

"More, Daddy! Spank me some more! I'm such a naughty little bitch! Spank your little bitch, Daddy!" Jenna screamed. 

She looked her mother in the eye and smirked. She raised herself on her elbows, then wiggled her shoulders, causing those huge, bare, dangling breasts to wobble in front of her mother's eyes.

The sight of Jenna's big tits was upsetting to Mary. When Mary had been younger, she'd developed large breasts much earlier than other girls in her class. Her large endowments gave her higher status among the other girls and boys in her school. Other girls were jealous but deferential - not that it mattered much, since Mary mostly hung out with the science nerds and the Star Trek fan club, which she was president of.

Ever since then, Mary unconsciously took it for granted that large breasted women were more important and took precedence over smaller breasted women. She hadn't thought much about it being unfair or strange, since after all, she had 36DD tits. People tend not to think twice about unfair systems if they're the ones who benefit from them. Mary just thought it was nice to be the person that men noticed first when she walked into a room.

Now she was in a strange position: both her daughters had larger breasts than she did. And because the girls were shorter and more petite, those large F-cup breasts seemed even bigger on their tiny frames. Whenever Mary saw her daughters' breathtaking tits, she felt like it was her place to defer to them, to submit. 

Women with bigger tits naturally took first place. Ever since her twin daughters had moved in with her after living so many years abroad with their father, Mary had started having dreams about them. Dreams in which her daughters dominated her and pushed their breasts in her face. Dreams in which she was drawn - pulled, really, almost against her will - to suck her daughters' tits. Dreams in which her daughters pushed her down on her knees to submissively lick their clits. Mary's medications were making the dreams more intense.

Mary staggered into the kitchen, trying to get the image of her daughter's huge tits out of her head. It was ridiculous that she could possibly have sexual thoughts when she saw her daughter being disciplined like this. It was silly that she felt aroused when she saw her husband spanking his nearly naked stepdaughter. It was all the fault of those weird Chinese herbs distorting her thinking.

As soon as Mary entered the kitchen and was out of sight, she fell back against the wall and began rubbing her own DD-cup tits through her blouse. Then she thrust her hands down her skirt and began frigging her clit. "Fuuuuuck!" she moaned, as silently as she could. She didn't want her husband or daughter to hear her. They might get the wrong idea.

"Oh God, Daddy! I love you, Daddy!" came the screams from the other room.

Smack!

"Fuck yeah!"

Smack!

"Daddy Daddy Fuck Daddy!"

Smack!

It was just the hormones, Mary insisted to herself. They were distorting her reactions. The hormones, and those silly Chinese and South American herbs. There was nothing strange going on between her daughter and her husband. It was just those damn hormones. She frigged herself some more.

The spanking went on and on. Though she had hidden herself in the next room, Mary could hear every slap of Danny's hand smacking against Jenna's fuckable round rump. She could hear every rustle of Jenna's half-torn-off clothes as she humped up and down spasmodically on her father's lap. 

"You slut! Obey your Daddy!" Danny screamed as he spanked his stepdaughter harder and harder and harder.

"Fuck Daddy! Fuck Daddy!" Jenna screamed.

Mary diddled her clit harder. Her mouth hung open, slack. "Uuuuh! Uuuuh!" she moaned. She began shaking all over. She needed to stop, but she was so fucking horny she couldn't control herself. She pictured herself being dominated by her husband. And by her twin teenage daughters. She pictured the three of them forcing her to watch them fuck. They would make her masturbate in front of them while they screwed. In her fantasy, she was powerless to stop her husband from thrusting his big dick into his gorgeous, busty stepdaughter. 

Her teenage daughter's body was so petite, and her husband's cock was so huge! Once he fucked her, there would be no turning back. He would own her. He would own both of them - both of her beautiful daughters. He would fuck those two busty little sexpots together. Mary thrust her finger up into her wet pussy and bit her lip to keep from crying out.

Why couldn't she stop having these thoughts?

When she came, Mary spasmed involuntarily, smacking her head backwards against the wall. She gasped in release and slumped downward into a heap on the floor. From the other room, she heard the spankings pause for a second. For a moment, Mary thought she heard laughter from the pair of them, daughter and stepfather, in the other room.

A few moments later, Mary had tucked her blouse back into her skirt waist and straightened her hair. She emerged from the kitchen with a warm, wet cloth to use as a compass against her aching eyes. She sat back in the easy chair opposite from the couch where Danny and her daughter continued their daily discipline session.

"Don't mind me," she said.

"Oh, I don't mind, Mom," Jenna said, a smirk on her face. "I like it when you watch."

With the wet cloth covering her eyes, Mary could see nothing. She could hear, though, as her husband and daughter entered the second phase of their session: their Daddy-Daughter Loving Reconciliation.

Danny had explained it to Mary numerous times. Discipline is important, he said, but it always has to be done with love. If you don't remind the child that you love her, all that's left is punishment, leading to resentment. That was why, he explained, every spanking session had to end with a segment where he massaged lotion onto the areas where he had spanked Jenna, all the while telling her how much he loved her and how everything was for her own good.

As her eyes felt the soothing balm of the wet compass, Mary could hear the sputtering of the plastic lotion nozzle squirting thick white goo onto her daughter's flawless round ass. 

"Daddy loves you," Danny cooed as he rubbed the lotion all over Jenna's ass. Rhythmic squishing sounds filled the room as Danny's hands explored the hidden parts of his stepdaughter's bum. "Do you love your Daddy?"

"Luh! Luh! Love! Fuh! Fuh! Fuuuuck!" The squishing sound of Daddy's fingers in his daughter's wet twat filled the room. 

"Put some lotion on my breasts, too, Daddy," Jenna told him. "You were grabbing them so roughly, my poor titties need attention, too."

"Of course, honey. Turn over and rearrange yourself with your head on Daddy's lap. Now open your blouse all the way. Daddy will put lotion all over you." 

It was the hormones, Mary reminded herself. Those damn hormones, and those damn herbs! She needed to get these silly thoughts out of her head! Her pussy was itching. Her pussy was always itching these days. She hoped that her husband and daughter couldn't tell how much her pussy was itching. She began squirming in her seat, trying to rub her thighs together to relieve the itching in her clit.

"Is this what you want, baby?" her husband asked. "Daddy will give it to you all night."

Mary refused to give in to her silly suspicions. A part of her was crying out to take the wet cloth away from her eyes, to see what was going on a few feet away from her. But doing that would be surrendering to the crazy thoughts that were stuck in her head. Those damn hormones! And so, when the squishing sounds gave way to the sounds of the couch cushions creaking rhythmically, Mary did not look up. After all, why should she? There was nothing to see.

Still, even though everything was perfectly innocent, Mary's imagination was in overdrive. She imagined all kinds of lewd things going on a few feet away from her. When she heard the rhythmic creaking sound of the sofa springs, she imagined that her daughter was sitting on her stepfather's lap, grinning while she faced him with his cock buried deep inside her. Mary imagined that her petite daughter was thrusting those humongous tits of hers in her stepdaddy's face, encouraging him to bury his face in her titflesh and suck on her sensitive nipples. Mary imagined her husband grabbing her daughter's perfect round ass and lifting her lithe little body up and down relentlessly on his hard cock. The two of them were doing it knowing that Mary was right there.

But of course, none of that was happening. It was all in Mary's imagination. She refused to give in to her worries. She kept the warm compass over her eyes and refused to indulge her hormone-driven paranoid sexual fantasies. She would absolutely not look at what was going on three feet in front of her. After all, he was her husband. Her daughter was an innocent young teenager. How could anything wrong possibly be happening? 

Jenna had stopped screaming, at least for the moment. Now she was moaning and gasping non-stop. "Oh God, Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Mary squeezed her eyes shut. She was shivering in sexual frustration, trying desperately to control the urge to thrust her hand back into her panties and get herself off. She began moaning in synch with sound of the squeaky couch springs. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Damn those South American herbs!

Finally the dam broke. Against her will, without even touching herself, Mary came. Still lying back in the easy chair with the warm compress over her eyes, Mary's body began convulsing in a massive orgasm that she could not hide and could not stop. Her mind was full of images of her daughter bouncing up and down tirelessly on her husband's huge cock. In her mind's eye, Jenna braced her hands on Danny's shoulders while she gyrated up and down, laughing joyously the whole time. Her big soft tits slapped Danny repeatedly in the face. 

"Huh! Huh! Horsecock!" Mary stammered. Her husband and daughter paid no attention to her moans. They ignored her writhing on the easy chair. The pounding rhythm of the couch springs went on and on and on. 

After more than a half hour of spanking followed by Loving Reconciliation, the noises died down, replaced by gentle cooing on Jenna's part. 

Mary felt more rested. She removed the wet cloth from her eyes. When she did, Jenna took that as a cue to get up from the couch that she had been sharing with Danny. 

Jenna stood before Mary in a demure pose that - those damn hormones! - still seemed off kilter to Mary. After the intense spanking session, Jenna's skirt was completely askew, riding high on her waist on her left side but sliding off her hip on the other side. Jenna's panties lay discarded at the end of the couch. Her blouse was completely open and unbuttoned and looked like it had several white gooey splotches of what must have been excess lotion. Her bra dangled uselessly around her neck. She was gasping, and her huge bare breasts - so much larger than Mary's own DD's! - were heaving and wobbling hypnotically. Mary couldn't take her eyes off of her daughter's perfect tits. 

"Are your eyes feeling okay, Mom?" Jenna asked. "Are you well rested?"

"Uh huh," said Mary, a little dazed. "Your, uh, your blouse. You'll need to soak it to keep the material from staining from all that lotion of your Daddy's."

Jenna giggled. "Lotion!" she said, as if the word were a small joke. "Hee hee hee! Daddy's special lotion!" She pulled off her blouse in a quick motion, leaving herself topless but for the useless bra hanging around her neck. "Thanks for the tip, Mom. I'll soak this in the bathroom sink right away."

Mary looked across the room, where Danny was sitting up on the couch. He was smiling as he watched his nearly naked stepdaughter walk away, her hips sashaying back and forth and her huge breasts visible on either side of her slim torso even from behind. 

"Penny for your thoughts, Danny," Mary said.

Danny didn't take his eyes off his stepdaughter's ass as he said, "I'm thinking about how crazy I am about your two daughters. So gorgeous. Such perfect young bodies. And they both want to please their Step Daddy." 

"And do they please you?"

"Oh yeah. They please me every day. And every night."