Anklet Adventure Pt 03

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Our plane touched down at three PM on a Sunday, as scheduled, and while my family rejoiced, ready for a fun vacation, my heart sank. We were only here in Panama at my wife's insistence. She couldn't turn down her bull's offer of an all-expense paid family vacation; one that promised another big black cock breeding for her, and if they wanted it, for our daughters as well. She insisted the bull's namesake baby, our two-month-old son, Mark, really shouldn't be the only mulatto in the family; he needed a sibling. And the girls should have the opportunity of discovering the most awesome human experience one could have. "There's nothing better or even close to the total euphoria of being fucked by one of those big black studs," she told me. Then I heard her actually encourage both of our teenage daughters, Martha and Debbie, to give their virginity to her bull. "If you haven't already given it up, you soon will," I heard her tell them, "so make it unforgettable. Do it with someone who can do it right," she told them, while giving them each a beautiful, gold anklet, "These are gifts form my friend, Mark. If you're even thinking you might let him make you a woman, wear it on your right ankle. He'll understand."

Less distressing but still concerning were the kids' bar hopping plans. They were looking forward to it in a country where eighteen made it legal. I didn't mind if they wanted to drink, but I just knew it would be under Mark's oversight. It would be an avenue to fulfill his vile plans of fucking our kids. But Lynda insisted I was being needlessly apprehensive. "No one is going to be forced to do anything if they don't want to. The kids are old enough to make their own decisions; so let them," she told me.

We picked up our bags and processed through customs. I was looking for signs directing us to ground transportation when I noticed a man with a "Lynda, Ed & Family" sign. I introduced myself and confirmed he was there for us. Wow, I thought, when he escorted us to a stretch limo, Lynda's bull knew how to impress.

Thirty minutes later, the limo pulled up to the curb in front of Mark's palatial estate. He was there to welcome us with a big hug and kiss for my wife. I was embarrassed for her as he grabbed her ass to pull her in for a spit swapping kiss in front of our kids. He followed with hugs for the girls, cupping an ass cheek in the process, and handshake for Carl while totally ignoring me. "You girls are absolutely gorgeous, just like your mama," he told Martha and Debbie, "And I'm so pleased to see you like the anklets." He spent a minute doting over baby Mark, then complemented Carl, "You are a very good-looking young man, Carl. You're fortunate to look like your mother." He then escorted us to our rooms.

There were three of them, all behind a mirrored wall of glass sliders opening to the pool. Carl had his own room, the girls shared a room, and Lynda and I had a two-bedroom suite between them. The interior wall adjoined a hallway and the room across the hall, we were told, is where we could find Maria, our any-time, always-available babysitter. As we looked across the pool, we could see the main house. It loomed over the neighborhood, like a castle.

I had no idea Mark was so incredibly wealthy. What an asshole, I thought, when I remembered how he made me pay for all the drinks when we were on the cruise. Just a way to keep me in my place; sub cuckold.

"Make yourselves comfortable, kids. Put your things away and feel free to use the pool if you like. That's Thomas over there," he said, pointing to the Hispanic man dressed in all white. "If you want anything, just ask him. He'll bring you drinks, snacks, weed, or just about anything else you can think of."

He then turned his attention to Lynda and me. "Let me show you to your room," he said as our kids gave us a knowing look and smirk. As soon as we entered the room, he took Markie from my wife's arms and handed him to me. "Watch the baby, Cuck," he demanded, insulting me for the first time since our reunion, "while I fuck your wife."

He wasted no time stripping off his clothes as Lynda eagerly did the same. I paced the floor with the baby, noticing there were no window dressings on the full-length poolside sliders. Privacy was simply a product of the reflective window tint. He took her on her knees, slapping her ass with his flat belly every time he bottomed out. As before, I was amazed that my little wife was able to take that massive cock balls deep. Lynda moaned loudly and yelled out with no apparent concern that the kids might hear through the wall, "Oh fuck, Mark, I've been waiting so long for this. You're so fucking big. Oh fuck! Give it to me! Harder! Harder! Oh fuck!"

"Here it cums!" He announced after just a few minutes of rutting. He held her on tightly while pushing all the way in to plant his seed. His ass cheeks clinch at least a dozen times as he loaded her pussy. When he finished, he pushed her off and said, "Lay there on your back for a while and let that baby batter soak in. Maybe the first fuck of your vacation with a real man will do it. Damn, you're good for an old bitch! Thank heavens for C-sections. That pussy would have been ruined if you'd pushed a football out of it!" he said with a chuckle.

He looked over at me. I was cradling Markie in one arm and stroking myself with the other. "Not caged, Cucky?" he asked as a criticism. "I guess I understand that, with your kids along. Wouldn't want them to see you in full chastity; right? At least not right away. Caged or not; you keep that little dicklet out of my bitch's cunt while you're here. I'll send your ass home by yourself if I catch you fucking her; understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I dutifully responded, "but please, Sir, don't belittle me in front of the kids."

"We'll see how it goes, Cuck. I don't really give a shit how you feel about that. I'll discuss it with your wife and we'll decide how we're going to treat you. For now, just put little Mark on mama's tit and get busy with your cleanup chores; and hurry up, your girls are waiting for me in the pool."

I eagerly cleaned Marks huge black dick and then tended to my wife's overflowing pussy. Mark paused at the door for a moment to watch. As little Markie suckled, I ate her cunt. Lynda orgasmed, thrusting her hips as she feed me. "Oh fuck, Ed, eat it! Eat that cum! Suck my clit and push your tongue in!" she screamed as she held my head and worked her pussy over my face.

Mark mockingly laughed, "You fuckin white boys are such pussies! Gobble that black spunk, Cucky!" He then stepped out, completely naked, and jumped into the pool. As I ate my wife's freshly fucked pussy, I got so excited I pumped my load out right onto the sheets, just like I did on our cruise. Lynda and I just laughed with satisfaction as we thought about what we had just done. I rested my head on her smooth mound, relaxing; then was distracted by the frolicking in the pool.

Martha, Debbie and Carl ganged up against Mark for a splash fight. I sat up and watched for a minute, then remembered Mark was naked. I pulled on my shorts and walked out, not really knowing what, if anything, I'd do about it. To my relief, the kids at least had swim suits on.

Mark, noticed I was watching and called a truce in the water fight. "You see that sign, don't you, kids?" pointing to the prominently displayed sign reading, ROPA OPCIONAL. "You know what that means?" he asked.

Carl, who took Spanish for three years in high school volunteered, "Yea, Clothing Optional."

"Bingo," Mark replied, "No one here cares if you want to go au' naturel; right Dad?" soliciting my endorsement of nudity.

"No, you do whatever you want," I replied as expected.

"Come join us!" Mark shouted to me.

I fully understood. It wasn't an invitation, it was a command. Mark expected me to set the example, fully exposing myself in front of the kids. I swallowed hard, turned my backside to the pool, stripped off my shorts and raced into the pool to hide my nakedness.

Mark wasn't having it. He climbed the steps and told me to follow. We found Thomas and requested strawberry daiquiris for the kids and my wife who came out to sit poolside, scotch for himself and beer for me. As we returned to the pool, he told me, "Move your fuckin hands, Cuck, I want the kids to know what a real cock looks like compared to a white boy's tiny dicklet. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. The girls will know that's just the way white boys are as soon as Carl gets naked."

"But I'm kind of boned up. I've never been naked in front of the kids. I know that shouldn't be an erotic thing for me, but even if they are my own kids, they're so perfect, even Carl. They're toned and smooth, nice flat tummies, flawless skin, and the girls are sprouting those frim little titties. All of them still have that naive, little kid charm and innocence, but they're just perfect for their first fuck. I can't help but think of them that way. Its embarrassing, but it does this to me, Sir," I confessed as I discretely showed him how hard my cock was.

"All the better," Mark said, "They'll see your full erection doesn't even begin to compare to a real man's cock. Move those hands, Cuck, and walk slowly!"

My cock, even erect, looked like a little boy's, especially in its smoothly shaved condition. Compared to Mark's huge swaying member, I had nothing. My little cut dick bounced with each step and my ball sack retracted close to my body, pulling my marble-sized balls right into my groin. Mark's massive, uncut organ, on the other hand, swayed from side to side, slapping his thighs with each step. It hung over half way to his knees. His egg sized, heavy nuts stretched his sack downward, and they too swayed back and forth as he walked.

The exhibition didn't go unnoticed. Even Carl's eyes were darting between my genitals and Mark's, and all three of them froze in place, mouths agape in awe.

I was about to follow Mark back into the pool when he told me I could sit with my wife and watch. I moved a chase lounge next to hers and took a seat, knowing better than to cover myself. Lynda knew without being told that she would have to be nude at the pool. She'd given the baby to Maria for the rest of the day and was enjoying her freedom. We both watched; me with great apprehension and Lynda with excited anticipation as Mark manipulated our kids. All three of them were giddy with drinks and open to suggestion. Within the hour, Mark had them naked and in the hot tub, a girl on each side with an arm around them as he cupped their firm little tits. Carl sat across from them, watching the thirty-something-year-old black man fondling his sisters.

I was conflicted as I watched. I was angry with Mark for abusing my little girls right in front of me, and at the same time, sexually excited and jealous. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to touch their hot, perfect bodies and feel the treatment they were giving Mark with their little hands around his cock. Lynda just smiled. "They're so lucky," she told me, "They are going to discover what it's like to fuck a real cock before they lock themselves into a lifetime of sex with a tiny dicked white boy."

As Mark played with our girls, Carl climbed out of the hot tub and, while trying to hide an obvious erection, staggered to us and asked, "Dad, can I talk with you?"

I helped him walk to the far end of the pool deck overlooking the sea. "I don't know what to do," he said to me, "I have to talk to someone, Dad. I'm so confused, and drunk too, I think. I've never been drunk before," he admitted as he giggled like a little girl. "I know I should be protecting Debbie and Martha, but I can't, and I don't want to. It's fun watching him use them; I just can't help it."

"It's OK, son," I told him as I sympathized with his predicament. I hugged him and told him, "I'm having some problems with this too. Your sisters are really, really hot. So fuckin sexy with their perfect bodies. Don't feel bad about being aroused."

"Yea, Dad, I know you're right," he replied as we stood closely, our hard cocks actually touching as we both pretended not to notice, "but do you ever look at other guys? I mean, I can't help but look and compare myself. I can't help but look at Mark. He's so big. His cock is just awesome. Do you ever do that? Is that normal?"

"Yea, Carl," I replied, "you're not alone. That's more normal than most men can admit. Don't weird out about it. We all look at those monster cocks and imagine what it would be like to have one of those. The women all want it, and we want to give it to them, even if we don't personally have it to give. Just look at your sisters and your mom. They all want to fuck Mark. It's just a normal, natural thing. The fact is, most everyone would like to play with his cock, and I don't mean just women."

Carl replied, "When I was little, you told me it's OK to masturbate. We all do it; right? But would it be so wrong to actually play with one of those big dicks. I mean, not just think about it, but actually do it. I just want to know what it feels like. I think I'd even suck on it if I could." he said as he flushed with embarrassment, obviously wishing he could retract the question.

I was so proud that my son was codmpletely trusting and honest with me, even if it was under the influence of booze. "Son, you do whatever makes you happy. There's nothing more important in this life than being happy, and there's no one who knows better than yourself what makes you happy. There're very few people in this world who are absolutely straight or gay. Most of us are somewhere in-between. I think the luckiest of us go both ways. Your Mom and I are very proud of you, and encourage you to do whatever makes you happy. If it makes you feel any better, I secretly like to play with guys too."

"You've probably noticed that Mark likes to be in control," I continued, "He's very perceptive and has seen how you look at him. He knows you want to play with him. Just call him Sir, like I do, and do whatever he tells you to. He's not overly interested in playing with you, but he'll let you suck his cock if you want, and if you want more than that, he'll fix you up with someone to use you any way you like." As I finished my little talk, I realized this is exactly what Lynda did with the girls. Over my objections, she encouraged them to fuck a big black cock, and here I was telling Carl it's OK to be a sissy cock sucker for one.

Carl seemed to be at ease with himself after that, so I walked him back to the hot tub.

"Mind if I get back in, Sir?" he asked Mark.

Half an hour later, to the kids' disappointment, Mark climbed out of the tub. I was amazed at his control. He was fully erect and had three willing kids ready to do him right there in the spa, but he chose to put it off till later.

"Come here, Cuck," he demanded as he dried himself.

The kids didn't seem to catch the insult, so I almost ran over to him before he could say it again.

"After dinner, we're going to hit a few clubs for drinks, dancing and whatever," he told me, "Then I'm taking your kids to one of my private clubs to fuck. You want to watch?"

"That's just sick, Sir. I'm a perv, I know that, but what makes you think I want to watch you defile my children? That's the pit of depravity."

"Suit yourself, Cuck," he replied with ambivalence, "Fact is, most parents would love to be the proverbial 'fly-on-the-wall' to watch their kids lose their virginity; especially if it's a little white girl giving it up for the first time with a big black cock, or their feminine little boy doing the same. I'm just offering you that opportunity."

"So they wouldn't know if we watched? How would that happen?" I asked, ashamed of myself for revealing I might actually be interested.

"I'm going to take them to one of my clubs after we're done partying. They're already so hot to fuck, and by the time they have a few more drinks, dancing, and lots of people feeling them up in public, there will be absolutely no resistance. They'll do anything, and that's going to happen at ten o'clock. We have two nice rooms at the club with mirrored walls. Everyone likes them because they can watch themselves fucking. You know I love mirrors; and just like the mirrored sliders on your rooms, these mirrors can be seen through from an adjoining dimly lit room. It's one of our most popular venues. I usually sell whores who fuck their johns in those rooms and then charge others to watch through the mirrored wall."

"I knew this night was coming before you even arrived," he continued, "I've been advertising it for a long time; three little white teenage virgins, two girls and a boy, will be fucked by huge black cocks. Spectator fees are high for this premium show, but it sold out, mostly to American and European tourist within the last week. There's room for twenty in each room, and you can walk from one to the other, so you can watch your girls in action or see your girly boy get fucked. This is all going to happen if you are there or not. Are you sure you don't want to be there?"

I just shook my head and headed back to our room to join my wife. "You know what Mark wanted us to do?" I asked her before giving her the details.

"Oh, fuck yea!" she exclaimed, "We're going to be there! Tell him I want to watch all three kids being used. I especially want to watch Carl give himself to a man. Ask Mark if he can put Carl in chastity while everyone watches. It was so fuckin hot to see you forced into it, and I think Carl would really get off on that. I know I would, just watching it."

All three of the kids, wrapped in towels, came to our room, wondering what they were supposed to do next since everyone left the pool area. "Mark is taking us to dinner this evening," Lynda told them, "and then you are all going out with him and some of his friends. He's going to show you the town, so dress for partying."

Lynda walked our giddy, drunken girls to the door and whispered to them, "You may want to help each other shave your privates extra clean. I know what you plan on doing this evening, and the men will appreciate it."

"Ed," she called me over, "Before Carl leaves, you may want to suggest he shaves himself real smooth. I know he only has to shave his beard every couple of weeks, but he will want to do it for tonight, and he needs to take care of his pubic hair too."

I was a little apprehensive about telling my son to shave his whole body, but he seemed very appreciative of the advice. Since he took that so well, I added, "Remember, don't fight it. Do whatever they want without objection. You won't regret trying anything at least once. Just have fun."

When Mark came by the room to see if we were ready, I asked if he would cage Carl tonight. I told him Lynda wanted to watch as they put him into chastity.

He laughed. "Great idea, Cucky. I love it. I'll be right back," he said as he made a quick trip to the main house. When he came back, he told me, "Pants down, Cuck," and he handed a little cock cage to my wife. "You know how this works." he told her.

"Please, Sir, you don't need to do that. I haven't tried to fuck Lynda since we got here and I promise; I won't. Please don't do this to me again," I begged.

"Why should you run around free to jerk off whenever you want while your teenage son, a boy who probably needs to jack off at least five times every day, is going to be caged; and at your request, you hypocrite! I'll cage the boy, but you are going to wear this," Mark insisted, taking the cock cage from my wife to dangle it in front of me. "So stop your whining, spread your legs and let your wife put it on you; now!"

And so, once again, I found myself in chastity and knew I'd be that way for the duration of the vacation, just like my son.