Molly - Daughter Sex Toy -

I opened my mouth for his tongue and simultaneously slid mine into his mouth. The kiss was deep, wet and intense, the way my father liked it. It always made my pussy tingle when he kissed me this way. As usual, he dug his fingers into the firm flesh of my teen ass. Then he yanked hard on the leash attached to my collar, forcing me painfully to my knees in the middle of the kitchen. "Tonight, you are going to be more than just my daughter."

"I know, Daddy-Master."

He reached down and tweaked one of my nipples. The black bra I was wearing had holes for my nipples. "Tell me what you are going to be."

I purred as he continued to pull on my nipple, "Tonight I'm going to be your Slut-Daughter. I will do whatever I need to, to please you and my Mommy-Mistress."

He moved his fingers to my other nipple, "That's right. And what do your mistress and master like to see?"

My pussy was getting moist from the feeling in my nipples, the dirty talk and especially the anticipation of the night ahead. "My Daddy-Master and Mommy-Mistress like to see their daughter used as the teen cum slut she is."

He looked down at me with a warm and gentle smile that quickly turned harsh, "And don't you fuckin' forget it, little whore. Now wait here until he came back for you."

I could hear voices coming from the basement but couldn't tell how many. It sure wasn't the one or two "guests" I had expected my parents to have over to take part in my first ever night of sex play with strangers. Then again, I also didn't expect my grandparents to be there either.

Daddy pulled the other leash that was attached to my grandmother's black leather collar embossed with, ORIGINAL CUM SLUT, in proud block letters. The collar I wore simply read, CUM SLUT. Nanna looked down at me with an encouraging smile, "If you're anything like your grandmother, sweetie. You are in for one hell of an exciting night."

I watched my voluptuous, sexy 62-year-old Nanna, wearing only a black g-string, nipple-less bra and high heels that matched my own, descend the stairs behind my father, her son-in-law. The voices trailed off, presumably as master and slave got to the bottom of the stairs. A voice I didn't recognize said, "No way. Jean-the-incredible-cum-guzzling-fuck-machine! Out of retirement."

There was a round of applause. Oh, my gosh. There must have been at least eight people down there.

"That's right, my whore of a mother in the still sexy, still slutty flesh." I heard my mother say. "It has been more than a decade since I have had the satisfaction of using, abusing and sharing my Mommy-Pet, but I am willing to bet that at the end of this evening, you will all agree, it was worth the wait. Some of you were regulars to our sordid little get togethers years ago, but a few of you are new so I will tell you how things go here in Mistress Suzy's Dungeon of Depraved Delights. Sam, please walk our Slut-Slave around the room so that our guests can get a quick feel... or a pinch... or a slap... or whatever."

I could imagine Nanna, in her revealing outfit being paraded around the room for anyone to touch. An excited shiver run down my spine and tickled my pussy as I realized that I was probably next. Someone must have pinched Nanna because she emitted a sharp squeal followed by laughter from the guests. Wow! Nanna was right, I was in for one heck of an exciting, and probably mind-blowing, night.

"That's the spirit, Danny. You're new to our little group but you will find that a bit of pain is what my Mommy-Pet craves most." C-RACK! It sounded like mother's leather belt on my dear Nanna's fleshy ass. Nanna yelped. The guests laughed again. My pussy dampened.

"Isn't that right, my depraved Mommy-Pet?"

"Yes." My grandmother's voice cracked at first but then she said more confidently, "Yes, Daughter-Mistress. I love pain."

"As I was saying," my mother continued, "I am in charge. This old whore is my and Sam's slave and we are happy to share her juicy and abusable body with all of you. But I am in charge. You have all already kindly sent your STD checkup reports to Sam, so we know you are all clean. Which is good, because condoms are not permitted in Mistress Suzy's Dungeon of Depraved Delights. Always bareback, all the time. My Slut-Mom, as her collar makes clear, loves cum. And I love seeing all three of her holes filled with as much of it as possible. And so that you ladies don't feel left out--" SMACK! The leather belt again. Nanna's yelp again. I was starting to like that combination of strap followed by Nanna in pain.

"This bi granny, whore also loves slurping down as much pussy juice as possible. Give her a gallon of girl cum and she'll just beg for more. Isn't that right depraved Slut-Mom?"

"Yes, Mistress. I want as much cum as I can get. And it has been so long since I've had any girl cum. Can...can I please have your cum?"

My mother chuckled cruelly, "My cum? Well, we will have to see how you perform tonight. You were 49-years-old the last time we did this. Now you're over 60. Maybe you won't have enough stamina to do everything I want you to do. And if you can't please me then I won't be able to let you have any of my sweet pussy juice."

Nanna said something but it was too low for me to hear. On my knees I edged closer to the basement stairs. Nanna was still talking, "...and I promise any of my holes will take whatever you want to stuff them with, just as hard as you want to stuff them."

There were some snickers and murmuring from the guests. A voice that sounded oddly familiar said, "Oh, my god. I've never seen such a huge slut. Can we fuck her?"

"Oh, Bill. Of course you can fuck her. That is what tonight is about. You and your delightful wife are new to my dungeon but in the past fucking and doing a lot of other very nasty things to my whore of a mother, is what it was always about. And just like in the past, Sam will take some not so discreet pictures and video footage of the proceedings. Those images will be shared with all of you with everyone's faces blurred out, so no one needs to worry about anything compromising going public. For this reason, only Sam is permitted to take pictures or videos. And now, for those of you who are veterans of our games there is a surprise. Tonight, we have a very special new twist. Sam, darling. If you wouldn't mind?"

Steps were followed by my father getting to the top of the stairs and stepping into the kitchen. He pulled me to my feet with the leash. My Daddy-Master smiled and, without a word, led me down to the basement family room.

The first thing I noticed was how different it looked. The two couches were pushed against opposite walls from each other and several chairs filled in the rest of the wall space except the area dominated by the wet bar, with the widescreen TV above it, at the far wall. I was too overwhelmed to register any of the faces but there were fourteen men and women in the chairs and couches. Fourteen! Oh, my.

In the centre of the room was a long table with leather handcuffs tied to each of the four legs and on the floor next to it a single-sized mattress. Hanging from the ceiling were another two pairs of leather handcuffs. Off to one side was a kiddy pool. What the heck is that about? I wondered.

My father handed the end of my leash to Mommy-Mistress. She pulled. I teetered on my high heels to her side. Her eyes shone at me. My mother was excited in a way I had not seen before. My eyes dropped to the tops of her breasts that were almost bursting out of her tight Lycra bustier. I had to fight my desire to bury my face into her beautiful Mommy tits.

It was no doubt my imagination, but I thought I could smell the sweet and musky scent of her pussy. A scent I had become so familiar with over the past three months starting on the night of my eighteenth birthday when my parents first seduced me. Mommy-Mistress turned to her guests. "The special twist is that in addition to tonight being about using and abusing my lovely GILF slut of a mother, it will also be about initiating my sexy little teen daughter into the ways of my dungeon and helpin -- or forcing, yes definitely some forcing -- her to become as much of a debased cum-slut whore as my dear mama."

With that, she pulled me in close and began French kissing me in front of our audience.

There were gasps, there were laughs, there were whistles. Then a tentative voice said, "But, Suzy. Sam. Your own daughter? And how old is she? She looks like she's only sixteen."

"She does look young but she's actually eighteen." It was that familiar voice again. I dared not stop kissing Mommy-Mistress to see who it was until she broke it off first. The voice continued, "I know, because Molly was in my nineth grade math class four years ago."

The kiss ended and I looked over, stunned. Bill was Mr. Abbott? My old math teacher. How was he there? He was middle-aged, pudgy and balding. What the heck. He was always nice and a pretty great teacher but, but everyone kind of made fun of him because he was so goofy looking. He looked at me and smiled, "Hello, Molly. You have grown into a beautiful little slut. Hasn't she, dear?"

He turned to the slightly mousy but not unattractive middle-aged woman sitting, hand-in-hand, next to him -- my twelfth grade English teacher Mrs. Abbott. She nodded, "Yes, darling a very, very nice ass indeed."

My face turned red. I thought I was prepared for this evening. I had been looking forward to it for a month since my parents told me it was time they shared their Daughter-Pet. But with fourteen people? With my grandparents? With my freaking teachers?!

Then behind me came a voice I had known my whole life, "Fuck, I have been lusting after that body ever since watching Molly in her tight green bathing suit practicing back flips off the diving board."

I turned around to the leering face of my Uncle Bobby. My father's younger brother and the man I looked up to most in the world after my dad. He had been lusting after me? Whoa. I turned a darker shade of red as he turned to my father. "Sorry, Sam and Suzy. But seeing that young camel-toe had me wanking to the memory for weeks."

Dad laughed, "No need to apologize, Bobby. You were only looking. And I do remember that tempting camel-toe myself. And those budding little titties. Hey, we're only human."

I could feel my face flushing. This wasn't the same as my pussy tingling from the thought of strangers seeing or touching me. For some reason, being paraded half dressed in front of my ex-teachers and uncle made me feel exposed in a much deeper way. Uncle Bobby looked back at me, appraisingly. As his eyes caressed my young body. The heat in my cheeks was soon joined by a rising warmth deep in my vagina. There it was! The exposure and shame were now turning me on. I guess Mommy-Mistress and Daddy-Master really did know their slut-daughter. Yep, this was the life for me.

I smiled, "Hi, Uncle Bobby. I'm so excited to see you." Then I looked over my shoulder, "Mr. and Mrs. Abbott. I'm so glad you're here to help in my initiation."

"Very good, Daughter-Pet. That is the way to greet our guests. At least to start with." Mother smiled at me and then barked, "Get over here, Mommy-Whore."

Nanna immediately apologized and stepped away from Betty Redmond and her husband Big Red, two old friends of my parents. Betty had had two fingers in my Nanna's pussy and Red had been fondling her tits. As Nanna made her way to the middle of the room Betty put her two pussy-gooed fingers into her husband's mouth and then followed them up with her own mouth. They kissed lovingly to the taste of my Nanna. How lovely nasty!

When my grandmother got to us her daughter, our dominatrix, pulled down a side of her bra, releasing one large breast. "I know a big part of the excitement of our past dungeon parties wasn't just watching and taking part in the mistreatment of this worthless sex toy.

To drive the point home, she lashed that exposed 62-year-old tit with the leather belt. Nanna moaned. A streak of red darkened the white flesh. My breath caught in exhilaration.

"I know a lot of the thrill came from the taboo of seeing me using my own mother. From seeing real incest." My mother leaned down and suckled for a few moments on her mother's naked breast. Dad started taking pictures.

"Tonight, you will see more of that. But..." She pulled down both sides of her bustier releasing her own breasts, a little bigger and twenty years younger than Nanna's. With a tug on my leash, my face was mashed happily onto one of her tits. I gratefully began to feast. "... you will also see incest between me and my teenage daughter." I could hear Dad continuing to snap pictures.

I heard the leash attached to Nanna's collar snap and my grandmothers head was next to mine, sucking on my mother's other tit. "And you will see incest between granddaughter and grandmother. Three generations of incest-ful delight. And, if you're lucky, you will get to see Sam fuck his slut daughter's tight little teen pussy. You can't buy entertainment like that! My friends, you are welcome."

Everyone stood up clapping. My parents sure knew how to throw a sex party. Our Mistress pushed our faces away from her spectacular tits and took a bow. I was beaming. I looked over at Nanna. She has such a look of deep happiness that it was clear she had been missing these parties for years. I was so excited. I was so horny.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Brad. No! They wouldn't do that. Not Brad.

Brad was the captain of the high school hockey team. We had briefly dated and it was the most humiliating experience of my life. Brad was an okay guy, but he was full of himself. Of course he was. Handsome, smart, a jock, and very successful with the girls. At the time I was definitely not experienced. I was still a self-conscious virgin but tried to pretend I wasn't. It was a disaster. I was so petrified I stopped him partway through the act. I pulled up my panties, pushed down my skirt and practically ran out of his car, leaving Brad with a condom half on his deflating dick. Then I made matters worse by not answering his texts and phone calls until he finally stopped trying. Some rumours went around school that made me cry. And the thing is, my parents knew all of this. How could they?

Brad winked at me. My mother noticed and smiled at me. I leaned into her and whispered, "But why him? I can't do this. I can't be here."

Her smile twisted into a sneer. "You are not permitted to be anywhere else, Pet. He is here because I want him here. He is here because tonight is about breaking... no, demolishing your Slut-Daughter humiliation cherry. You will love this, but you will only love it if you are completely humiliated. And when it comes to completely humiliating sluts, mommy knows best."

And then, loud enough for everyone to hear, "On your knees sluts!" Mommy-Mistress pulled hard on the two leashes in her hands bringing me and Nanna to our knees before my parents fourteen leering, lusting guests. Nanna's eyes were filled with wanton desire. Mine, I'm sure, were filled with only fear. Well, in retrospect, there was probably a hint of slutty anticipation. Either way, here we go!