It seemed I had more things to do than time to do them. I was always rushing here and there and never was able to give 100% to anything. Well, except work. Working at a bookstore occupies all of your time. You replace books placed out of order by customers, ring sales, look up inquiries on the computer, stock shelves, take inventory, do special orders and a host of other chores.
I realized, at some point, that the difference was that the store was well organized. Projects and objectives were clearly defined. What needed done got done before the store closed, and rarely did today's tasks spill over into the next day. I knew there were lessons there to be learned.
That night, I cooked a special meal. I wore just an apron. My conditioning had come full circle. I no longer concerned myself with being on display. I wore my naked self boldly, unflinching even with strangers. I didn't even tighten up when touched. It wasn't just being fed from dog bowls. I actually felt like the family pet. Whatever my family, and my extended family wanted to do to me, I accepted with pleasure at serving.
My nipples were tweaked, pulled on, bit and twisted. Rough hands would maul my breasts, fingers would penetrate my pussy and my ass was grabbed, smacked and whipped. I would be moved this way and that to accommodate any demand, pressed to my knees, bent over a table or chair, sat on a counter with my legs spread wide apart. I opened myself to anyone, anywhere, on demand. This, of course, was by permission of the family, and they used their power over me a lot.
I actually loved this life. I was free. If you had told a younger me that I would turn out this way, you'd have faced a battle. I was a conservative housewife, working a part time job, raising kids, drinking a little wine and opening my legs for my husband every now and then, more to keep him from looking elsewhere than to satisfy any needs, his or my own.
April was as hard on me as the others, but I knew she had a soft spot. I asked for, and got, permission to speak freely. She led me out to the back yard. The wood bench was rough against my naked ass, and my tits were nearly on the table as I leaned forward. "I want to do better. I want to get organized."
The words spilled out. I was tearful in explaining that I didn't think I'd be able to get there on my own. I needed help. "You realize you'll never regain your position in the family." I don't know what I expected, but April's words shook me. My voice was meek as I answered that I understood. I was the slave. I had no right to ask to rise above my station. Still, I wanted to earn some small concessions, and I didn't think I could get there on my own.
"Let me think about this." She stood and pulled her skirt up to her waist. April held out her hand. I flashed uncomprehending for a second. I had nothing to give her. Then I realized I did. I took off my apron and handed it to her. She folded it and put it on the wooden bench, sat on it and spread her legs. I crawled under the table, naked, and went tongue first into my middle daughter's lips.
I spread her lips open with my thumbs. I licked her inner lips up and down before flicking my tongue over her clit. I slid a finger in her pussy and then two. I finger fucked her and licked her clit over and over, tasting her growing wetness. "Harder." The word came out in a gasp. Seconds later, orgasm washed over her and onto my tongue. April pulled me up by the ring on my collar and kissed me hard.
As I cleaned up after dinner, I heard low voices in the living room. Sam came in and walked right past me. He went into the living room. I heard just a few words of the exchange and he came back out into the kitchen. Sam pulled out a chair and sat down. After a few seconds of fumbling, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He pointed at his lap and I scrambled over to him.
God, I wanted that cock so bad. I was touching him everywhere. My lips and tongue kissed, licked and sucked his cock and balls. I really wanted him inside me, but I had to satisfy my urges with just having him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, feel him release in my mouth. The taste of girls is nice, but I wanted the man juice. I hadn't been used by a man in a while, and it was longer, a few weeks at least, since I felt a hard cock opening me up and using me.
Get someone used to something, then take it away. The denial is a pretty good punishment, especially if they are finding other outlets for the activity, and you are not invited. Every time the door between the kitchen and living room opened, I would peek to see what was going on. My daughters were always entertaining it seemed, inviting mouths, fingers and cocks to invade them.
They had also started using toys. They found the joys of vibrators and dildos and they seemed to be loving their new experiments. The girls strapped on rubber cocks of every size and color, and wasted no time being gender fluid, fucking each other, demanding their rubber cocks be sucked by one another. While their asses and pussies were being stretched daily, I could feel my own pussy closing up from inactivity.
I sneaked a rub out from time to time. I did it both ways. I got myself off in sneaky ways that I think nobody ever knew about. I also masturbated in ways and places where I knew I'd get caught. I got more spankings and other punishments than I could count. Some I liked, some not so much. At the end of the day though, I realized that any attention was better than isolation, and I found myself appreciating even the punishments I didn't like on some level.
When Sam went in the living room the first time, I peeked, but saw nothing. I also didn't hear any of the usual sounds; dirty talk, moaning, grunting, heavy breathing as tiny bodies took large tools. The sounds of orgasms. Nothing. Sam suddenly pulled me off of his cock and went back in the living room. This time, when I peeked, I saw nothing of the usual activity. My 3 daughters and my husband were fully clothed, sitting in kind of a circle, talking low. It was a strange sight.
