Amber had stayed true to her word. Sienna was not permitted to leave the bed until her pack of cigarettes were smoked to the filter and the 6-pack of beer was gone to the last drop. It did mean that Sienna again nearly pissed herself and chain-smoking that many cigarettes had given her some severe nausea, but she pushed past it and met the challenge with determination—making both her mother and I proud. After that, however, she passed out in our bed and thus ended her first day of regimented corruption. I had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night, hyper-stimulated by the days' events and the ones awaiting me the next day.
I found myself tossing and turning, at times painfully erect and unable to break the loop of what I'd seen that day from playing back in my mind on repeat. Feeling like a teenager again I decided to stroke myself while laying next to my two beautiful angels, hoping one last orgasm would lead the way to some relief and a bit of rest. About half-way to cumming I adjusted my position to be kneeling on the bed, looking down at my beautiful daughter sleeping soundly below me. She was laying on her back, her plump red lips parted slightly, and her long brown hair splayed out on the pillow, a vision of heaven if I'd ever seen one.
The thought of all the dirty stuff she'd done that day while looking so serene and pure was sending me straight toward another powerful orgasm, my fourth that day. I looked down at my beautiful angel and imagined the wrinkles that would begin to form around those bee-stung lips after intense smoking. I imagined some of the fullness of her youthful face start to fade as she moved on to meth and heroin. I imagined her firm, toned, muscular body atrophying from a lack of exercise, traded in for the life of a junkie. I imagined her smooth, flat, defined abdomen bulging with my child as I relentlessly filled her womb with my fertile seed.
I imagined all that and more as I felt my toes tingle and my ass flex and propel the first jet of white cum from the head of my prick onto the face of my sleeping daughter. After that it was as if a dam had been broken and I shot thick globs of semen all over her face and hair. I made sure to hit her lips too, hoping it would slip between them and down her throat. I watched as my cum painted her face and made a special attempt to get a few jets to land in her hair—a weird kink I'd always had. After I'd emptied my balls for the fourth time that day I remained panting and sweaty, looking down at the mess I'd made of my daughter.
Unbelievably, she had not stirred at any point of the ordeal. Amber and I had given her quite the workout, with all the sex and substances, so it made sense that she was closer to comatose than slumber. I allowed myself to relax, laying back down and finally feeling my mind fuzz over and stop torturing me with the visions of debauchery that I'd bear witness to that day. My final view before closing my eyes for the night was of Sienna's sleeping face covered with my thick load.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of lighters clicking. As my eyes blinked open and I stretched myself awake I felt a smoky exhale cascade over my face from beyond my peripheral vision and enjoyed the bliss of awakening to a hazy bedroom and two beautiful smoking women. I squinted over at my two bedmates and took in the sight of the two loves of my life smiling at me lovingly and smoking. Sienna was exhibiting more and more comfort with her new addiction and her drags were becoming longer and her cheeks collapsing much in the same way that Ambers' did. She still held her cigarette a little bit awkwardly, but her inhales were deep and held for several seconds each time.
She had made a comment last night about wanting to hold the smoke for a long time like her mother, so they could have matching sets of black lungs sooner rather than later. I wasn't entirely sure that she'd yet fully appreciated the ramifications of her decision to smoke but she didn't seem hesitant in racing towards the consequences with reckless abandon. I shuddered a bit at my willingness to facilitate such a journey, knowing how much effort she'd put into becoming a star athlete complete with an athletic scholarship. I briefly contemplated how I'd try to stop this process if I wanted to and basically concluded that the point of no return had long since passed. For better or worse this train was off the tracks, I might as well fight the guilt of it all and enjoy it.
Speaking of enjoying it, I was suddenly overcome with excitement at the prospect of the day's events. This was, as Amber had indicated yesterday, the first step to making Sienna a junkie. I hadn't gotten a close look at the bottle of pills that were on the kitchen table yesterday, but I was willing to bet Amber was able to score something nice considering her healthcare connection. Imagining Sienna railing lines of white powder brought back strong memories of Amber doing the same. That day at the hotel flooded back into my mind and prompted my crotch to rouse in response.
While I was overcome with anticipation I was also keenly aware of the fact that I had stayed in bed all day yesterday engaging in sweaty, strenuous sexual activities. I was badly in need of a shower. The only issue was I hazarded a guess that Amber and Sienna were thinking similar thoughts. I didn't exactly want to 'blow my load' early, knowing how amazing the day would get, but I was still tempted to enjoy a family shower. I decided to bank on the idea that nothing would be able to keep my libido in check once Sienna started snorting.
"Gonna hop in the shower, you two want to join me?" I asked, making sure to flash a devious smile and leaving no question as to what I really meant.
Instead of answering both ladies slipped their feet out of the bed and followed me to the large master bathroom. We were all disrobed by the time we stepped onto the tiled floor and I looked down at my two lovely beauties. I briefly broke my gaze and started the shower, letting the temperature reach the right level while I turned back around and enjoyed the sight of my two angels kissing passionately inches from my face. I watched as Amber's hands began to explore Sienna's body, caressing her perky breasts and the smooth skin of her abdomen and thighs.
I reached my hand down and began stroking myself slowly while Amber's snaked down and began rubbing Sienna's mound. Sienna let out a soft moan in response and I slid the glass door to the large shower open. The two women stopped kissing and touching and stepped gingerly into the shower while I enjoyed the sight of their two apple-shaped asses passing me by. I reached out and squeezed Sienna's thick, athletic ass, unable to resist grabbing a handful of her milky white flesh as it bounced with each step. Sienna squealed, shooting me a playful smile over her shoulder and biting her lower lip suggestively.
"You like my big ass daddy?" Sienna tempted, sensing she'd uncovered another predilection of mine—an accurate assessment.
"I love it," I breathed, grabbing another handful of her thick flesh and giving it a hard slap for good measure.
