Eat fresh

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Chapter 67

"Ohmygod... Oh my fucking God... I'm coming... I'mmmmah ffffucking... coming... I'm..."

The strap-on lies between our feet, useless. I need Rose's rosy red pink puffy pussy free for what I have in mind.

God, I want to ram my cock so deep into her that I can swish her around on it like a crash test dummy. Fuck I'm horny...

Fucking her sweet, sweet brains out.

Like my dearest sister demanded of me.

"Oh God... Cumming... again... fffffuck! My God... Finn... God!"

Unfortunately, I can't claim either of the two rapid-fire orgasms that race through her body like a supersonic boom for myself. I already know Rose's reaction to incredible sexual stimulation so well, and even though it's usually me who dish out this gift, I'm man enough to watch her squirt her brains through her gushing twat.

Because this isn't about me.

Rose is the center of the orgy, to which I've now also invited Jamsine and Tammy. The two of them almost fell over each other when I beckoned them over, and Mom was a little startled when the other two rushed over to us.

Now we're one big, happy fucking family.

Rose and I do it standing up. I hold her by her bent arms, and the height difference between her and me is just enough to drive her to her tiptoes with every thrust into her back hole. Her ass feels heavenly, divine, and for the life of me, I can't decide which of her holes I like best to fuck her in. Anyway, this time I don't have to control myself; thanks to the sensitive ass perk, it's as if I'm fucking her in her vagina. And by God, Rose loves getting fucked in her ass.

She gets all stiff and wobbly at the same time. I alone support her, holding her while plowing her body like a jackhammer. At the same time, her legs aren't capable of holding her but are so stiff her cute little toes scrape over the floor every time my dick pushes her into the air a tiny bit. So much stamina and poor Rose gets it all.

Mom squats between her spread legs, her back bent, her head thrown back hard, sweaty hair over her firm shoulders.

Her juices on the floor mix with Rose's after they've flowed over Mom's body, getting mixed by her knees who swish in their combined juices. Her tongue twists in her pussy, throat muscles working hard, lapping at her daughter's cunt and making her shudder like jelly...

But the real magic happens in front of Rose, and I'm not even jealous, because I have a perfect view on this godly show I created.

"That's good, my sweet little angel."

Jasmine beams like a laser weapon, bright and precise, at my face. She's where she wants to be, in my field of vision, behind her daughter and above her mother. It's like a dream come true for her, and I don't know exactly what it is with Tammy and Michelle, heck, maybe Rose doesn't really like lesbian action either. But my sweet little obedient Jasmine is a golden star bisexual lesbian for her hubby and his mistress. Tenderly, like a mother watching her child take its first steps, she holds little Tammy's head, strokes her soft hair, while my 18-year-old little sister licks her 20-year-old sister's breasts and stimulates Rose so hard that she can't speak properly. All the while, Tammy's eyes dart around the room in search of me and my approval.

It's perfectly normal that we all fuck each other. At least for me who concluded a long time ago that loosing two sisters and a mom is worth earning a wife, a puppy and a daughter. The MCD made it possible for us. We are free, all of us, in one way or another. So many sisters, I muse with a smirk while pounding into the soft, ass-formed fleshy buns of my braindead, babbling sister. So much potential. And I will get it all out of them.

And that includes my only remaining sister Rose. The one with the big, like, really big feelings for me.

The one who desperately needs to come to a happy ending, not the kind of squirming over her former mother, but the kind of realizing, just like me, that mom is gone. And Tammy is gone. And Jamsine is gone.

They were all just a piece of meat for me, I know. _Ready to be formed anew. And I did. Meat, ready to be eaten fresh. No more sisters and mothers, _Rose. You can start new, just like me. And I'm so happy for you.

Now, only Rose needs to make this decision, staring new. But she's lucky because I'm at her side and will help her.

It was important for me to make sure she was okay with being taken by her entire family, even the girls below her. But to be honest, we would have done it even if she had said no. I can rely on her. She'll tell me if she doesn't want something, knows the difference between 'I don't want this' and 'I don't dare to do this.' But with my other girls, I'm the one who has to decide, and with them, with the MCD and their affection for me, 'no' doesn't always mean 'no.' I have to keep reminding myself of that. From now on, I decide what my girls want and need, including Rose. From now on, that's my responsibility, and I will reap the laurels of victory as well as the ruins of defeat. And today, I decided for Tammy and Jasmine that they'll show my sister what the new dynamic in our family looks like while I domesticate their mother.

Rose trembles again in our close family embrace. She feels Michelle's nose on her vulva, breathing heavily while eating her daughter's fresh taco, Tammy's nimble tongue on her sensitive nipples. My little sister presses her mouth tightly against her skin, looking back and forth between me and Rose with wide, silent eyes. At first, she was hesitant, but then she enjoyed pampering her sister. The fact that Daddy instructed her to do so helps, of course. Her mother, Jasmine, holds her lightly, but Tammy is also so focused on pleasing Rose.

“Keep going, angel,” Jasmine whispers in love with me and her daughter. “Suck your superior’s breasts and make her come.” Tammy nods her little head, nipple in mouth, moving the fleshy orbs up and down while Jamsine beams at me. Both know what awaits them when they obey, my words edged in their silly sweet little minds. “Keep pleasuring and then you may cum.” With these words, Jasmine reaches past Tammy and caresses my side, holding one hand, wanting to be close to me while Rose moans loudly.

“I feel it coming… sister…” she moans. "Tammy! Oh my god you're so good with your little tongue." My little girl smiles around a mouth full of tit flesh. Then Jasmnine moves her head back and, wordlessly, moves her daughter to the other nipple.

“Thank you sis" she breathes with wet, pouty lips. "I will…” Then Jasmine pushes her into Rose's tit and Tammy's mouth seals around the other nipple, leaving wet stains on her skin.

"Shit, that feels so good," Rose moans and almost loses her voice. I see my girls, all of them. They fight hard against the pleasure ripping trough their bodies. The persk work overtime, making every movement of fingers, tongues, teeth and hands feel like deviity. Every thought of sex and love and devotion and servitude fires pleasure through their nervous systems. Every word of mine is like a map to heaven.

I'm fucking impressed that they don't lose their minds and lose themselves in pleasure. I'm proud of my girls.

"I love it..." Rose moans and tries to caress her sister gently, but can't control her hands. She just slaps Tammy's back with low strenghs, swishes her finger sover her heated skin while trying to grab mom's head and misses her gain and again. But her words are important. "I love you all guys... You're amazing... so... fuck!"

She stiffens, stands on her tiptoes, almost like a ballerina, and trembles out her orgasm while the licking of the other women fills the room. It lasts a long time, her taut stomach spasms and her thighs tremble as the waves of pleasure from her ass, her vagina, and both her nipples converge in her midsection and travel through her body. Finally, with the last of her strength, she reaches back, precise and in control, pulls my head toward her, and kisses me on the cheek while moaning in my ear. It's tender and animalistic at the same time. Rose is the queen of the room, amorous and tender, and a naughty little slut, loud and wild.

"Okay, girls, that's enough." Tammy, Jasmine, and Michelle immediately pull away from me and Rose. All three are breathing heavily. Michelle's entire front is wet and slippery, a shiny film of sweat and girlcum through which her diamond-hard nipples pobe while her ass wiggles through the big puddle on the ground. Jasmine's eyes are wide like a junkie's, darting between me and Rose's quivering, heaving breasts.

And Tammy rocks nervously back and forth as she tries to fight her desire, fingers into fists at her side, clutching everything in order not to masturbate right in front of her daddy. Rose, swaying like a drunkard at the docks, wipes her hair from her face with both hands. She looks like a fucking super model and my eyes wander over her tender ribcage, down over her meaty ass and her crossed legs to her cunt juice wet feet. She looks unsteady, flushed, and worn out. The poor thing doesn't have the stamina perk, and when she sees me standing in front of her, cock hard and ready, breathing normally, barely a hint of sweat on my face, her eyes get lost in the sight of my body.

"Feeling better after that?" I ask and step beside her. My arm wraps around her shoulder and I pull the naked girl toward me. "Happy family," I whisper and kiss her slender neck. Rose is still absorbing the scene as I gently caress her.

I've already resigned myself to running a harem consisting mostly of family members and friends. For Rose, just as I, neglected and abused her whole life, she has to overcome the same hurdles as her big brother. Only I have the advantage of being a man, surrounded by beautiful women whom I can shape into what I want them to be.

There's Tammy, insecure and fidgety, cheeks and labia slightly flushed, large eyes that speak of desire.

There's Jasmine, big tits, soft and inviting, like her smile, ready to be there for the family.

And there's Michelle, submissive, eager to please and instinctively driven to me.

Rose stands in the middle, between me and my girls, also part of the MCD, influenced by it, but endowed with a freedom that the others don't have. For her, it's not so obvious what she can do, and on top of that, there's the fact that I'm the one the family revolves around. As a sister, she's only recently accustomed to being by my side. As a girl, I'm sure she has a predisposition to be able to sleep with other women, maybe even to want to. And as an individual, it all has to come together to form a mix that suits not only her, but me as well. The MCD want's it of her, and she as well. Because I know how she looks at me. I see it so often these days.

And I fucking love it.

"What do you want to do now, sweetheart?" I ask.

So we stand together, arm in arm, in front of our family, the possibilities of the future and...

Rose can't do it.

She looks at me.

"What can I do?" she asks, sounding as uncertain as Tammy.

"Whatever you want." Again, I kiss her and brush gently over her head, feel the heat of a body past a ton of hot orgasms. "It's not about me alone, Rose. You're in it as well and I want you to see it." Another kiss. I can't get enough of this woman. "See them." I point toward our family. "You decide as well."

It takes her half a minute. Half a minute as I stroke her body and wait patiently. Then Rose's eyes fall on Tammy. My daughter flinches under my sister's gaze and pushes herself to Jasmine's side.

"Can I punish her?" Rose asks, still in the mindset she was with her mother. Her stares wander up to Jasmine. "And her as well."

"You can do what you want, honey," I whisper. "If you ask me, they deserve it." I kiss her neck while Tammy gets all stiff and Jasmine all sweaty. "You can twist her nipples and make her squeal like a piglet. Or I can forbid her to cum while you eat her out."

Well, it's her decision, but fuck, that would be hot.

"You know?" Wait! It's her decision! "Lay her on top of the table there, spread her cute little legs and dive right in in her fresh, meaty pussy and lick her so that she loses her mind."

"But Daddy!" Tammy blinks.

"I want to be your good girl and..." But Jasmine hugs her and holds her gently and securely.

"Silence, sweetie," she comforts her daughter with motherly patience and care. "We serve the head of the family as he pleases." Tammy presses her beautiful lips together and lowers her gaze in what I can only imagine is shame, mixed with lust. "We do it how they want it, sweety." I turn Rose toward me, hold her chin, and look deep into her brownish-green eyes.

"You don't need to do this," I say gently and kiss her again... and then again. Almost chaste, apart from the fact that we're naked and smell of sex and my head begs her do stick her cute nose deep into her little sister's twat. But I just love kissing her so much while I try to explain to her that it's not just about my soul. "I trust you. Do what you have to do so we can become a family we can all be proud of. But remember this." I stand behind her, massage her breasts, and caress her hips. Rose moves her body against mine, moans lightly, and rubs her butt against my cock as her nipples become erect again. "Those aren't your siblings anymore. That one is my wife. And that one is my daughter."

"Ffffuck..." Rose is about to tear herself away from me and pounce on the worried, naughty women.

"Do what you want with them, but remember this..."

"I want Tammy," Rose finally says, and my daughter flinches. Then my only remaining sister moves, and at first I think she's about to pounce on Tammy. But then she turns to me, reaches down, and wraps her dainty fingers around my stiff cock. "May I borrow your daughter?" Lust sparkles in her eyes, a fire of passion that I can't get enough of. Her gaze was always so empty, broken, the knowledge in her eyes that she had reached the end of the road while Mom was still ruling us.

Now I am the king and your eyes are so deep and clear.

"Lend me your daughter," she smiles and nibbles on her lips like the queen she is. Sweet and sexy and filled with this godly confidence that I so fucking much ove to see in her beautiful face.

"Just a moment." And then she kisses me, holds me by the back of my head and rams her tongue into my mouth. After the kiss is over, she speaks again. "And let me give my king a fucking fantastic lesbian show while he fucks his wife and puppy."

"As my queen commands."

Message from the author:

Hey folks. Because of the much too long wait, I've added a few things to the chapter that I wanted to include. This way, at least we can start the new week well, with a little more to read from me to you, my dear readers.

I'm starting this post-chapter report with some important messages and questions for you.

1. I've added a few more photos to the chapter, partly because of the long wait, and I'd like to know your opinion. This is really important to me, as I haven't come to a reasonable conclusion. Question: Is it okay to post these pictures right into the text? For one thing, they don't always fit the flow of the story. The models are dressed or in strange places, and I rely on your willful ignorance. I'm often concerned with the mood of a situation. Tammy pouting, Jasmine and Rose smiling. Furthermore, the models, even the porn models, aren't always perfectly suited to the situation. So I can either tailor the situation to the models (like with Jasmine and the single sex with her), or I have to rely on you. Is that okay with you, or do the photos disrupt your flow? I'm already considering presenting the photos as references at the beginning of the chapter, sort of voluntary inspirations, rather than directly in the text as exact templates, for which I rely on the goodwill of my readers. I can't decide on that.
2. I'll probably have to use some author vetoes on the current polls regarding Tana and her model, and Lakota and her path. The polls turned out... strangely. Not your fault. :) Add to that my plans for the future of this story and I think I need to start anew with those two.
3. I notice that sometimes I get a bit of author burnout when I only concentrate on one story. God, I love writing Mind Control Device, and I loved it again today when I imagined all the other things I want to do with Rose. So it's not that I'm lacking material. Fuck, if anything, I want to include too many models, sex, and stories. :)

The thing is, I'm considering writing a second story in parallel. So far, I haven't had good experiences with it, and MCD is supposed to be the first story I actually finish. I want this! I've gained enough experience by now, and fuck, I love this story... And Rose... and Lisa... and Tammy and... Well...

But it's not about love at all. It's about something a little rougher. You may have noticed that I've published two new chapters, Proud, Patriarchal, and Patriotic, and if you're into political porn, feel free to check them out. For everyone else, I'd like to ask how you feel about reading another story from me that's exactly the same as MCD in terms of first person, many polls, pictures and models, but based on different, slightly darker kinks.

I have some ideas based on my existing stories.

If there's interest, I'd like to go into the ideas in more detail in a separate chapter. In short, I want to write a story about a rich, spoiled bachelor who, out of boredom, decides to open a brothel and recruits various girls.

I'm also toying with a darker version of the MCD in which the sinister rich moneybag gives the MCD to a different guy than Finn. Someone who also had a tough time, but uses the MCD for ****.

What do you think of the ideas and, in general, the idea of writing two stories in parallel?

1. And also, because I can't guarantee that chapters will appear regularly, I'll most likely try to generate income through commissions from my readers. Special chapters or entire story threads for a negotiable fee. A way to intervene in the story if you don't like my approach. What do you think about that?

Hope you have a good time and, with luck, we will hear from each other tomorrow. :)