Modern Aquatics

The next morning, Emily's room was bathed in soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, a testament to their passionate night together. They lay entwined beneath the sheets, a double dildo buried deep within them both. Chloe woke up first, her mind spinning with memories of their encounter. She watched Emily sleep for a moment, taking in every inch of her perfect form: from those perky tits to the smooth mound between her legs.

Without thinking, she began to hump Emily's hip gently, grinding their shared dildo in a slow, sensual rhythm. She didn't want to wake her yet—there was something magical about knowing she had this beautiful girl all to herself. As she moved against Emily, her own arousal grew, her heart racing with desire.

Chloe picked up her phone and dialed her mother's number, hoping she was available. "Hey, Mom," she whispered into the receiver. "Sorry I didn't call last night. Things got kinda hectic."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then her mother spoke. "That's alright, sweetheart," she replied with a laugh. "I figured you must have gone home with someone to be fucked. I raised you to be a slut after all."

Chloe smiled, remembering the night before. "It was amazing, Mom," she confessed. "I mean, it really was. But it's different this time. I think I'm falling in…" She paused, wondering how her mother would react to the news. "She’s really awesome, Mommy."

"Well, I'm proud of you," her mother said, her voice laced with affection. "Just remember to let her use your body however she likes. You be a proper fuck doll for her, okay.”

Inspired by her mother's words, Chloe took another glance at Emily, admiring her perfect form. She snapped a quick photo, focusing on Emily's face and the massive dildo lodged between them. "Mom, hold on," she giggled, sending the image over. "You're going to want to see this."

There was a moment of silence before her mother responded. "Oh my god," she breathed, clearly impressed. "She can handle something that big and still sleep! I can see why you fell for her." There was a soft moan on the other end of the line, and Chloe blushed crimson. "I am so happy for you."

"Thanks, Mom," Chloe said, grinning ear to ear. "Listen, I gotta go now. I've got some more fun planned with Em. Love you." She disconnected the call, setting the phone aside as she continued to grind against Emily's hip. Slowly, she increased the pace, feeling the pleasure build deep within her core.

Emily stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open. "Morning," she murmured groggily. "Did you sleep well?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached down and guided Chloe's hand to her breast, encouraging her to continue their playful game.

Chloe moaned, her hips moving faster against Emily's. She was so close to orgasm already, and they hadn't even started properly. "Fuck, yes," she panted, nipping at Emily's earlobe. "This is gonna be one hell of a day."

Emily arched her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy as Chloe worked her magic. Her hips bucked upward, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "you're incredible." She checked the time on her phone, a small frown marring her otherwise blissful expression. "Shit, we better get ready or we'll miss school."

Chloe pouted, **** to stop their intimate dance. "Can't we skip today?" she whined, nuzzling Emily's neck. "I just want to stay here and fuck all day long."

Emily smirked, her hands finding their way to Chloe's ass cheeks. "You're such a brat," she teased, spanking her lightly. "But you're also right. We could definitely spend the day fucking instead of learning." She bit her lower lip, considering the possibilities. "What do you say, babe? Wanna show them all how much you love me?"

Chloe blushed crimson but nodded eagerly. "Yeah," she breathed, "let's do it." With renewed vigor, she pounded Emily, determined to make the most of their impromptu day off. "And I promise," she added with a wink, "I'll make it worth your while."

Emily led the way downstairs, her steps echoing through the empty house. Chloe followed closely behind, their naked forms glistening with each other's cum. They descended into the kitchen, where William and Charlotte sat at the breakfast bar, engrossed in their newspapers. Tiffany, clad only in a tiny apron, knelt under the table, busily pleasuring her mistress with her tongue.

Everyone looked up as they entered, their eyes raking over Chloe's naked form appreciatively. "Good morning, darlings," Charlotte purred, setting aside her paper. "Did you two have a nice sleepover?" She grinned, her gaze lingering on the double dildo still embedded in Chloe's dripping cunt.

William chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "Indeed," he agreed. "Now, what can we do for you ladies today?" His eyes held a glint of mischief, daring them to ask for anything they desired.

Emily cleared her throat, her cheeks flushing bright red. "Um, well..." She glanced at Chloe, who offered her support with a reassuring nudge. "We were wondering if we could... skip school today?" She hesitated, unsure of how her parents would react. "I just want to spend some quality time with my girlfriend."

Chloe's heart fluttered at Emily's boldness—referring to her as her girlfriend so matter-of-factly. This was real; they were actually doing this. And damn, did it feel good. With newfound confidence, she stepped closer to Emily, wrapping her arms around her waist.

Charlotte considered this for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Why not?" she drawled. "As long as she promises to keep you well-fucked." She leaned forward, her breasts spilling out of her untied robe. "After all, we wouldn't want our little slut to get rusty now, would we?"

William, however, seemed less than convinced. He set down his coffee cup with a loud clatter, his brow furrowing. "I don't know," he muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "School is important, you know. Can't have you two slipping behind in your studies."

Emily rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly. "Come on, Daddy," she wheedled. "It's not like we won't learn anything. We'll just, you know... learn differently." She shot Chloe a meaningful look, who returned it with a coy smile.

Tiffany, still busy beneath the table, let out a soft moan as Charlotte's fingers found their mark. The older woman's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched her daughter plead their case. "Honey," she purred, "why don't you let them skip this once? After all, Chloe seems like she can fully satisfy our little baby."

William hesitated, eyeing Chloe warily. "Alright, fine," he grumbled eventually. "If you think you can fuck as well as your professors, sweetheart, then go ahead, prove it." He stood up from his chair, his erection clear even through his trousers. "Show me what you've got."

Chloe swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest. This was it—her chance to prove herself. She turned to Emily, taking her hand. "Don't worry," she whispered fiercely. "I'll suck your dad so good, he’ll never forget it." Then, without further ado, she sank to her knees before him, her lips parting to reveal her eager tongue.

Chloe summoned everything she learned in school and her brother. She wrapped her lips around his thick length, sucking and stroking him with abandon. She rocked her head with such ferocious speed it threatened to bruise her throat. Her free hand massaged his balls, coaxing forth a stream of precum that she eagerly lapped up. Meanwhile, Emily watched with hungry eyes, her own arousal growing by the second. Chloe could do this; she had to. For both of them.

Minutes ticked by, each passing second feeling like an eternity. But finally, she felt him tremble in her mouth, his hips jerking forward as he approached climax. She redoubled her efforts, working him expertly until he erupted onto her tongue and down her throat. As she pulled away, Mr. Teegs staggered back into his seat, panting heavily.

"Well," he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire. "If that isn't convincing, I don't know what is." He turned to his wife, a satisfied smirk playing across his face. "She's perfect for our little slut, don't you think?"

Emily threw her arms around Chloe in a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together as they shared a deep, passionate kiss. It was a victory lap, a celebration of their newfound freedom and the power they held over their desires. Their tongues tangled and danced, their moans filling the kitchen as they reveled in their success.

When they finally broke apart, both girls were grinning widely. "Fuck yeah!" Emily crowed, slapping Chloe's ass playfully. "We did it!" She turned to her father, her voice low and seductive. "So, since we're not going to school today, why don't we kick things off with a proper family fuck?"

Without waiting for an answer, she mounted her dad, guiding his impressive length towards her aching cunt. Chloe watched in awe as her girlfriend rode her father's cock, her back arching gracefully as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. The sight sent a fresh wave of lust coursing through her veins.

Meanwhile, Charlotte leaned in close to Chloe, her breath warm against her ear. "That was incredible," she purred, her fingers tracing circles around Chloe's nipples. "Your blowjob skills are spectacular!" She pulled away long enough to capture Chloe's lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing wildly as they exchanged saliva.

Tiffany, still busy beneath the table, continued to pleasure he Mistress Charlotte with expert hands and mouth. Her eyes met Chloe's briefly before returning to her task, a small smile playing on her lips. It was clear that she enjoyed being part of this family dynamic as much as anyone else.

As Emily and her father fucked, Chloe couldn't help but reach between her legs, teasing her own clit. The sensation of watching them together was too much for her to resist. Mrs. Teegs noticed this immediately, reaching out to help her daughter's girlfriend. "Here," she said, her fingers finding Chloe's clit. "Let me show you how my daughter likes it."

With gentle pressure, she rubbed Chloe's sensitive bud as Emily picked up the pace above her. The rhythm of their lovemaking grew wilder, more frantic as if they were trying to consume each other whole. Cum filled the air, landing on skin and furniture alike, a testament to their unbridled passion.

Finally, Emily cried out, her body tensing as she came hard around her father's cock. William followed soon after, groaning loudly as he emptied himself into his daughter's welcoming womb. The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the echo of their labors breathing.

Then, like a switch had been flipped, everyone erupted into laughter and applause. Emily dismounted her father, collapsing onto the floor next to Chloe. "Thank you," she gasped, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "You really are the best daddy ever." She leaned in for another kiss, their tongues dueling as they celebrated their newfound freedom.

The kitchen was alive with the scent of sex and satisfaction, a heady aphrodisiac that hung heavy in the air. The atmosphere crackled with energy, electric with the promise of endless pleasure. Everywhere one looked, there were signs of excess and indulgence: the well-worn countertops, the stained rugs, the discarded sex toys scattered throughout.

In the center of it all stood Emily, naked and victorious. Her tits bounced lightly with each excited breath, perky nipples standing at attention despite their earlier ****. Her cunt glistened with her father's cum, a testament to her prowess as a lover and a daughter. A proud smile played upon her lips as she regarded Chloe, who lay beside her, equally spent and satisfied.

Charlotte lounged against the breakfast bar, her massive breasts threatening to overflow from the tiny robe she wore. Tiffany, her hair mussed and her face flushed, continued to please her mistress under the table. Even William, recovering from his orgasmic release, sported a contented grin as he watched his family engage in their carnal pursuits.

Emily remained where she was, lying on the breakfast table with her leaking cunt on display. Her eyes locked with Chloe's as William joined them, clearly interested in their conversation. "So," he drawled, taking a seat beside his daughter. "You want to ask something?"

Chloe shrugged nonchalantly, her hand trailing along William's thigh. "Oh, you know," she purred. "Just wondering about the past." She glanced at Emily, who smiled encouragingly. "Apparently, you two used to date."

William grimaced, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah," he muttered. "It's a shame she had to break up with me."

"Is that so?" Chloe asked innocently. "Emily said it was because you didn't want to knock her up." She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But don't you think she'd be hot with a baby bump? Imagine how huge her tits would get!"

William chuckled darkly, his gaze drifting towards Emily's exposed cunt. "I just wanted her to have a similar experience my sister had," he explained, his voice thick with regret. "When my little sister first got pregnant, she didn't even know who the father was. It was the ultimate expression of her sluttiness. Every man in our family wanted a piece of her—she was such a prized whore." His eyes gleamed with nostalgia. "Everyone congratulated her, praised her and bought her all sorts of presents; it was amazing."

Chloe nodded understandingly, her hand moving to William's crotch. "And you wanted that for Emily too, right? For her to be pregnant and have no clue who the father is." She gave his cock a squeeze, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "Well, she may have moved on from that. Maybe I can convince her again someday," Without warning, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she began to stroke him in earnest.

"Goddamn, Chloe," William groaned, his hands finding her hair. "You're good at that." He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of her skilled ministrations. "Maybe... maybe we can try again sometime." He shot Emily a sidelong glance, hoping she'd agree.

Emily smirked, her fingers idly teasing her own clit. "Maybe," she purred. "But for now, let's just enjoy ourselves." She reached down, grasping Chloe's hair firmly. "Keep sucking my cock like that, baby. Show her what a good little slut you can be."

Chloe obliged, her throat working hungrily as she took him deeper into her mouth. Meanwhile, Tiffany had resumed pleasuring Charlotte, their moans of delight mixing with the wet sounds of their guest’s oral escapades. This was indeed a day full of possibility and promise, and everyone seemed determined to make the most of it.

"When her belly grows," Chloe purred, her hand stroking William's length, "everyone will want a piece of her. She'll be so popular, men will practically line up outside her door to fuck a pregnant teen slut." She took him deeper into her mouth, her nose brushing against his pubes. "Just imagine how many people will want to make sex tapes with her. They'll buy her gifts, pamper her, treat her like the queen she is."

Her words sent a shiver of anticipation down William's spine. Maybe there was something to this idea, after all. Perhaps she could convince Emily to have his child, creating another generation of incestuous debauchery within their family. As she worked him expertly with her mouth and hand, he found himself growing harder by the second.

Mrs. Teegs, meanwhile, watched them with an eager glint in her eye. "Fuck, yeah," she moaned, her fingers digging into Chloe's hair. "She'd be the hottest thing in school." She ground her hips against the table, her cunt aching for attention. "Think about it, honey. Wouldn't you love to see your grandkid grow up in this kind of environment?"

Chloe released William's cock, her lips trailing softly over its length before capturing a bead of precum. "Of course he would," she agreed, licking the drop off her finger. "He'd get to watch his baby girl get fucked by anyone and everyone while she's knocked up with his kid." She leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to Mr. Teeg's thigh. "That's the life, isn't it?"

Satisfied with their discussion, the trio dropped the topic of pregnancy, instead focusing on the present moment. Their bodies were primed for more pleasure, and they were determined to take full advantage of it. Soon enough, William's hips bucked wildly, signaling his impending climax.

With a low moan, he came hard in Chloe's mouth, his seed filling her throat to the brim. She held onto it, her eyes meeting Emily's challengingly. Charlotte, sensing the opportunity, crawled over to them, her lips parted in eager anticipation. Chloe grinned wickedly and spat the warm load directly into her girlfriend’s mother's waiting mouth.

"Mmmm," Charlotte hummed, swallowing the salty nectar greedily. "Thank you, sweetie." She turned to Emily, her face flushed with arousal. "You really do have the best taste in fuck toys." She leaned in to capture Chloe's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling as they exchanged saliva.

Emily grinned back at Chloe, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you for being so nice to my mommy," she murmured, her hand finding its way between Chloe's legs once more. "Now let's see if we can find something else to do."

As they continued to explore their carnal desires, Emily couldn't help but wonder if there was anything else they could do to push boundaries. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned to Chloe and asked, "Hey, babe. You want to wreck my valet's pussy?"

Chloe's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her entire body tensing with excitement. "Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed, practically jumping at the opportunity. The thought of breaking Tiffany's cunt sent shivers down her spine.

Tiffany, who had been listening quietly beneath the table, perked up at her mistress's words. Her eyes darted nervously between Emily and Chloe, her heart racing in anticipation. She knew that she was expected to please her mistress, no matter what it entailed.

Emily grinned devilishly, her fingers trailing over Chloe's cheek. "Alright then," she purred. "Let's go wreck some pussy." With that, she grabbed Chloe's hand and led her towards the backyard, where a pristine pool awaited them. The water sparkled in the sunlight, inviting them to indulge in more lewd activities.

Their destination was clear. They made their way through the house, passing various rooms filled with sexual artwork. Chloe could feel Emily's double dildo still buried inside her, a constant reminder of the night before. As they approached the pool area, she saw Tiffany waiting patiently near the edge of the water, her supermodel frame clad only in that tiny apron.

"Mistress Emily! Miss Chloe!" Tiffany cried out, bowing her head respectfully. "What can I do for you today?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her eagerness to serve them.

Emily smiled warmly at her devoted servant. "Thank you, Tiffany," she said softly. "We just need to use your cunt for a little bit of fun." She gestured towards the shallow end of the pool, where several floats and sex toys lay scattered across the deck. "Get those ready for us."

Tiffany scurried away obediently, gathering up the toys and arranging them on the pool's edge. In moments, they were surrounded by pillows and rafts, each one seemingly designed for orgiastic bliss. As she stepped onto one of the larger floats, Emily turned to Chloe with a wicked grin. "After you," she purred, motioning towards the water.

Without further ado, Chloe dove into the cool water, splashing loudly as she disappeared beneath its surface. Moments later, she emerged next to Emily, her body glistening with water droplets and desire. "This is going to be amazing," she whispered, reaching out to pull Emily closer.

Chloe grabbed the largest dildo from the collection and positioned herself behind Tiffany, whose ass was already raised invitingly in the air. Without warning, she rammed the massive toy into the younger woman's tight cunt, making her cry out in surprise and pain. But it wasn't long before she was begging for more, her voice laced with desperation.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Emily moaned, watching the spectacle unfold before her. "Take that, Tiffany! Show her how much you love it!" She clapped her hands together excitedly, her breasts bouncing merrily in time with her movements.

"Yeah!" Chloe growled, pounding into Tiffany relentlessly. "Show me how much of a whore you are!" Each stroke was harder than the last, driving the dildo deeper into Tiffany's cervix with each thrust.

Tiffany's moans echoed around the pool as she was taken to new heights of pleasure—and pain. "I'm your little whore," she whimpered, her fingers grasping at nothing as she tried to find purchase on the float. "Please, keep fucking me!"

Ignoring Tiffany's pleas for mercy, Chloe continued to fuck her with the enormous dildo, her hips slapping against Tiffany's ass cheeks with each powerful stroke. The younger woman's screams filled the air, a testament to the pain-induced ecstasy she was experiencing. Sweat dripped from Chloe's brow as she took Tiffany harder and faster, her own body trembling with effort.

Emily, cheering her on, clapped and hollered encouragement. "Yes! Fuck her good, babe! Make her beg for more!" She reached out, grabbing a handful of Tiffany's hair and yanking her head back. "Show your appreciation, you little whore!"

"Oh God, Miss Chloe..." she breathes heavily, gripping the sheets beneath her hands. "Thank you for making my worthless cunt feel so good."

Tiffany's cunt gaped open before them, revealing a well-used interior. Her walls rippled and twitched with each brutal thrust, her juices coating the dildo and the insides of her thighs. Despite the pain, there was an undeniable sense of satisfaction etched upon her features. She was living out her purpose, serving these two beautiful women however they pleased.

The older woman's body was marked by years of experience and dedication to her role within the family. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples erect despite the heat of the day. Her stomach bore the faint marks of stretched skin where countless cocks had entered her. And her cunt... well, Chloe couldn't wait to claim that as her own personal playground.

With one final, punishing blow, Tiffany came, her body quaking as she released herself into Chloe’s hands. The younger woman shuddered around the dildo, milking every last drop of cum from the valet's aching cunt. At last, Chloe pulled out, leaving Tiffany panting and spent on the float.

Grinning widely, Emily claimed the dildo from Chloe and positioned herself behind Tiffany, who was still reeling from her earlier ordeal. With practiced ease, she guided the massive toy towards Tiffany's asshole and plunged it in, eliciting another ear-splitting scream from the other woman. "Mmm, that's it," Emily purred, her fingers digging into Tiffany's hips. "Take this cock like the good little whore you are."

Chloe watched, transfixed, as Emily began to fuck Tiffany's ass with equal fervor. The sight of her girlfriend's perfect ass cheeks slapping against Tiffany's ass was enough to send her over the edge again. She joined in the fun, massaging the young slut’s tits, her thumbs circling rigid nipples.

Both girls moaned in unison as they took turns using Tiffany's body, their rhythm in sync as they brought her ever closer to climax. Her asshole gripped the dildo like a vice, milking it for every last drop of pleasure it could provide. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, their skin slick with sweat and sex.

Emily's breasts were perfect globes of flesh, her nipples standing proudly. Chloe couldn't get enough of them; they felt so damn good in her hands. Meanwhile, Tiffany's body was a study in contrasts: her breasts were significantly larger, her ass was round and inviting. Every inch of her was covered in goosebumps and welts from their attentions.

Finally, Emily pulled out of Tiffany with a loud pop, leaving her ass gaping and begging for more. "That was incredible," she gasped, collapsing onto the float beside Chloe. They shared a long, slow kiss, their tongues tangling as they exchanged saliva and swapped breaths. "I think we might have broken her."

Tiffany lay sprawled on the float, panting heavily as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes were glassy with lust and pain, her body feeling utterly spent. Yet despite her discomfort, there was an undeniable look of satisfaction on her face. "Thank you..." she managed between gasps. "That was... incredible, Mistresses."

Emily laughed, wrapping an arm around Chloe and pulling her close. "You're welcome, baby doll," she cooed, planting a gentle kiss on her valet's forehead. "Now let's see if we can find something else to do."

As they made their way out of the pool, their naked bodies glistening in the sunlight, Chloe couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. This family, this life... it was everything she'd ever wanted. And with Emily by her side, she knew they could conquer anything—even the darkest depths of their most depraved desires.

As they passed through the kitchen, Charlotte emerged from the pantry with a fresh supply of snacks. "Well done, you two," she said with a smile. "That wafets quite the performance." Mrs. Teegs was watching from a camera that fed directly to her tablet. She leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Emily's cheek before doing the same to Chloe. "Welcome to our family, sweetheart."