Where's the Beef

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Phew, that is a big one. A bit over 3400 words. Almost didn't make it today since I'm really tired the last days. But I powered through and delivered all I wanted to present to you. Hope you like it. Sadly for you, I again need to take a break because my family is visiting till Friday. Affter that, I cancelled all plans for the weekend so that I can continue writing and working. :) I already know what I want to do with the sacred chapter 69 and, like I said, it is really great to finally writing again. So, please, enjoy this chapter and, please, have a bit more patience with me. Thank you.

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Chapter 68

What's happening here? We're a family, and I simply allow my own son, adopted out of a generous gesture, to take my dearest daughter and **** his lips on her.

Why don't I do anything about it? I only watch as the boy I have the least use for in this family, a useless man like his father, takes every woman in the family, breaks them, and turns them into something unrecognizable.

Jasmine, my sister-queen, we wanted to rule the world side by side. So proud and beautiful and strong... Now she clings to him, weak and helpless, a tender smile on her face, enamored and devoid of all higher intelligence, clinging to his every word like an addict, every gesture, and every order. Every command she carries out with slavish loyalty. She bends over, obeys him, places her delicate arms on the table, and pushes out her shapely backside like a wanton whore.

"Please Hubby..." she pleads like a broken woman, **** for the slightest touch, the tiniest words of appreciation. "Please rule me, husband. I'm nothing without you. I love you and only you. Please husband... Finn..." She wiggles her butt as his hands move down her spine and making her shiver like dry leaves. "Please own me. Everything. My heart, my mind, my body. I'm so lost without you. Please touch me. Wherever you want."

"Wherever I want?" he asks with a devilish grin on his face. My face is pale, powerless, stupid, and obedient. So I sit in the corner and watch as he spreads her ass cheeks with one hand, fingers spread, and with the other... Jasmine sees it too.

"I'm just a girl, hubby. Your girl. My body belongs to you, husband. I want to serve my husband with everything I have andaaah..."

His finger sinks deep, fast, and hard into her tight asshole. At first, she flinches hard, frightened, her legs press against each other, her feet lift her body up. Then she relaxes a bit.

“That's right woman,” he snarls with a satisfied grin. "Tell me the truth. You can't avoid it. Do you like it?" With clenched teeth, Jasmine shakes her head.

“N-No S-Sir-ha,” she breathes hard and moans while his finger works her tight hole. It's like he commands her body only with one digit, moving her around, pushing her, pulling her. She follows loyally, in fear and love, while he violates her sacred hole. "I hate it. It's ugly and... disgusting... nobody should touch me there..." And then she turns her head around, face teary but resolved. “Please touch me there, hubby.”

Jasmine Lynchwood. +4 (PS +57)

“That’s my good little wifey,” he smiles while his phone vibrates somewhere in the room. “I own every hole of you.”

“Every part of my body,” she squeals while he starts to pump. "Ohmygod... YOou... hnnnf... You own... eeep... own me. I belong... ha...to you. Ha ffffah... Whatever I want... it doesn't matter. You matter, husband. Please... Only you matter. Please... ah... hubby..." She pushes her ass toward him, stretches her back through, standing on tiptoes, making it easier for him to violate her in front of all her family. "Whenever you want. Wherever you want. Please use me. Use your obedient wifey, Sir."

That's my daughter. My precious sister queen. Lost.

"Daddy?"

And that's my other daughter.

"Can you look at me... pretty please?"

Lost.

Why do I allow this?

Why do I allow my least important daughter, adopted just like Finn, to take my beloved Tammy by the hand and place the naked girl with her peachy butt on the table in our living room? Completely naked, her small breasts exposed, her nipples erect, her legs dangling from the table as she looks pleadingly at Finn, who, only after a few portentous moments, averts his gaze from the quivering bottom of his lovestruck sister.

"What's wrong, Princess?" he asks patiently, love in his voice, which even I can't tell if it's real, fake, or charged with lust. Tammy pouts, forcing a fragile smile on her face, nervous as if she were just starting school.

Yet she was always the strongest in her class. She was never nervous, always commanding, just like I taught her.

Not anymore.

"I'm scared..." she whines, dropping her facade and nibbling nervously on her finger, her voice brittle and shrill while her naked Sister Rose climbs on top of her. As she lifts her leg and swings herself up, I see her dilated labia glisten.

"Don't be scared, Princess." My son administers healing words to her soul. "Daddy is here."

"Yes, little one," Rose adds, drawing Tammy's attention. Their lips are very close, and the older sister strokes the younger sister's hair as their breasts touch. "You don't have to be afraid of me." But her voice betrays her devious intentions. "Come here and kiss me." She grabs Tammy's chin and pulls her toward her.

"But I want to kiss Daddy." Tammy squeals, and her body winds under her sister.

"Kiss your sister Tammy," Owner... _Finn! He is my son! Finn Lynchwood_... And he orders us around, all the while he pumps his finger into my strongest daughter like he owns her. While Jasmine moans deeply and humiliatedly, he turns to Tammy and commands her as well. "Whatever will happen, will happen, little angel. Daddy likes seeing his cuties make love for him. So do what your sister tells you and make your daddy proud, pumpkin."

"You hear him?" Rose asks. Her arm arches while her body presses Tammy onto the tabletop. "Now kiss me and let's get even." And Tammy, wimpering, closes her eyes and pushes out her lips.

Why don't I do something? My family is falling apart, becoming perverted and depraved. Rose, always the weakest link in our otherwise strong chain of strong women... Her eyes sparkle as she fastens the strap-on, casting a fiery glance at her brother...

What, of all things, keeps these two together?

Then I hear a shrill squeal.

"Lick," Finn says to Jasmine, and my beloved daughter sounds like a piglet as he pulls his finger out of her trembling ass and holds it under her nose. "Lick and thank me for keeping you."

Why doesn't she rebel? Why doesn't she fight?

"Thanks, hubby! Thank you for keeping me even though I'm such a disappointment." And then, without hesitation, she leans forward, closes her eyes, and sucks his finger into her mouth.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +3 (PS+60)

"Lick," I hear from the other side of the table and look at Rose, who's kneeling over Tammy, spuusy spread and slobbering, the tip of the strap-on pressed against her puckered lips. "Lick and beg me for forgiveness."

"Daddy!" Tammy squeals. "Please, Daddy, save me."

"Do it, princess," Finn... Owner orders while Jasmine's head is bobbing on his fingers. Her eyes fasten on her sister but she does nothing to help her, just sucking her taste from his commanding finger, more powerful than her. "You can do it, pumpkin. Make me proud and obey your sister." Tammy's lips quiver... and then...

"I'm sowwy..." she whispers.

Tammy Lynchwood. +4 (PS+61)

"What?" asks Rose.

"I'm sorry, Sister," she says, louder this time. "I'm sorry for being such a baaad little sister. And..."

"And?" Rose readies herself to strike.

"P-Please... Please p-punish... me."

Why is all of this happening?

But I get no answer to my question. Instead, I watch as Rose pushes her strap-on into her sister's mouth... no... Tammy impales herself on the hard material, bobs her head just like her other broken sister does.

What is happening?

But the questions don't matter. So many questions, so often on so many days.

Lost.

The questions are lost. My world is lost. My former self is lost. I have nothing anymore. None of my questions are answered, neither by God nor any other power.

Lost.

God is lost. Power is lost. There is only the one power I obey. Only the one question I ask myself.

Why do I want it so badly?

And when he looks at me, his hand on my daughter's neck, he drags her to me, bent like a servant beside him, stumbling along, no other questions matter as much as the one he asks me.

"You want my meat bitch?"

And with that, everything else in my life disappears. With a happy 'wooof!' my brain shuts down and my instincts take over. In a haze, I scamper towards him, on hands and knees like the good puppy dog I am, and nestle my face under his powerful cock. His meat rests on my face and I sniff his scent into my nose. Divine. From there, it clouds my brain, makes me foggy and happy.

This is the only question I need.

“Woof!” I want it! "Woof! Woof! Arf!" I want your meat! Owner! Please! "Whine! Arf!" Give me your meat owner!

“Sit!” I obey like the good little puppy I am. My bare ass is wiggling over the ground, my eyes sparkle up to him. My owner. My world.

My God.

And my God touches me.

“That’s right, Mom.” A hard kiss, I submit, open my mouth and let him roam free. He explores my body, moves around in the space he owns. His turf. And then he stands, Jasmine, his wife, his... beta, by his side. He grabs his dick and holds it under my nose. “I have the meat.”

I'm in heaven. Heaven.

He doesn't fuck me. He fucks my daughter, his beta, pliant to him, just like all of us. And I'm happy.

She is no longer my daughter. Just his wifey. Obedient like me. Stupid like me. Happy like me. I'm so happy for her. That she, finally, is happy. That she, finally, can admit her love for this wonderful boy. Just like I can, finally, admit that I lied to myself. No words needed. No questions. No sex, even.

He fucks Jasmine while I lick and suck on her quivering clit, lying on the ground on my back, legs, paws raised. Happy.

"Sir! Husband! Thank you! Oh go-ho-hod thank you for... fucking me-he-he and... loving me a-ha-nd... fuck! Owning me. Sir! Sir! Please keep fuck-hing me-he-he..." His wife is like a toy for him. A hole he can use like he wants. A body only for him. Standing up, he holds her leg high in the air, presenting her steaming pussy to the other girls while giving me free access to her tasty folds. I can feel his dick pumping inside her, see it molding her like he wants. It's so close to my wandering eyes. He didn't have to tell me what to do. With him, with his permission, I'm a clever puppy. And I love licking things. Things like my former daughter.

No more thinking. No more questions. No more worries.

Only obeying owner.

Michelle Lynchwood. +3 (PS+60)

I hear her squeal as he turns her head toward him with gentle ****. At the same time, he grabs her ample breasts. I don't care. I have something to lick, I'm near my owner, and I'm being loved.

"Tell me the truth," he orders, but I don't listen.

"Whatever you want, hubby. Please, I love you so much. Let me prove to you..."

"Tell me about your feelings."

"Aaaaah!" I love feeling the warm, aromatic, delicious juice on my body that comes from beta whenever owner makes her happy. "I... I..." And I love to keep licking her while my tongue glides over the point where owner and beta join. "I've always loved you, Finn. Since the first day we saw each other. God, I'm so scared! I'm so sorry, and..."

"I forgive you."

"Aaaah! Finn, I loooooove..."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +1 (PS+61)

"Tell me about Mom. Tell the truth, and I'll let you come again."

"Yes! Ah! Yes, husband! Mom... I don't care." It's so nice to see that Alpha and Beta get along so well.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS+63)

"She always wanted me to be strong and independent, and I wanted her to be proud of me... but... Fuck! Ah-ha-ha! But I only ever wanted to be with you, Finn!"

Oh no! Something's wrong! The beta female of the family is sad! I can feel it. Something's wrong.

Maybe if I lick her extra hard? Yes! I'll make my beta owner happy, and alpha owner will be proud of me!

As my pink tongue eagerly slides between alpha owner's cock and enters the slippery opening with him, my face pressed between beta owner's thighs, I don't care what they both say.

I'm exactly where I want to be.

Michelle Lynchwood. +1 (PS+61)

"And Rose?" Alpha owner kisses away her tears and lets me squeeze my tongue into her tight, overflowing slit while he skillfully comforts her.

"I... I'm so ashamed, Finn... Hubby... Please..."

"Look at her," he orders with that iron voice of a god. "Look at them and tell them." But my beta owner just wails and sobs. "It's okay, Jasmine... my love." She tilts her head, leg still risen like the beta whore she is. "You're safe now. No one can hurt your heart anymore. I'm there."

"Husband..."

"Now tell Tammy. And tell Rose."

And my beta owner obeys.

"I... Rose, I'm so... so sorry..." She gulps, sniffs, and clumsily rubs her face with her arm. "I never had anything against you."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +1 (PS+64)

"It was because of... Please Hubby... Please..."

"Tell the truth. I won't hurt you because you speak the truth. It was because of me, right?"

She nods.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS+66)

"I was jealous. I wanted what you had, Rose. The connection..." Her lips twitch. She can't speak of this anymore. So she looks at their pup under Beta Owner. "Tammy... I don't care about you at all." Thick tears well up in both their eyes. "You're not important in my life and... I'm sorry, but you didn't help me get closer to Finn, and now..." Alpha Owner kisses her gently while Beta Owner even stops fucking the pup with the strap-on. "But now you're my daughter... Tammy... Angel..." More tears.

Something in my heart feels... weird. I know I should have bad feelings... fear... anger... hate...

But there is only love.

And I am happy. For myself, yes. But also for my owners and their puppy child.

Michelle Lynchwood. +2 (PS+63)

"You are my daughter, and I love you." Alpha Owner begins to fuck Beta Owner again, slowly and carefully, with care and affection. "Ah... Tammy, you are so important to me... And Rose... I will obey you... I'm his wife, but... Please... Tammy, Rose... let me be there for... aaaah... you..."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +5 (PS+71)

I’m so happy.

Owner mates with me! “Awoooo!” Yes! Thank you owner! “Arf! Arf!” Please fuck me more! “Whiiiine!”

I’m a silly little puppy anyway, but with owner’s thick alpha cock in my snatch, it’s like I’m chasing a particularly tasty rabbit in a large, green, freshly mown meadow. I feel sooo alive! “Awooooo!”

I can’t say more, even if I wanted to. Something was wrong the whole time while owner and the others were fucking. But now, as he rams his cock into my dripping pussy, it’s as if my whole life just now makes sense. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. Not the birth of Jasmine, Beta Owner, nor my promotions at work, which I can barely remember. Only my well-hung alpha owner is here, fucking me and turning off everything in my head that has become useless anyway.

But his cock also gives me the security of finally being the puppy he always saw in me. Bye-bye, Michelle the business lady and hello, Michelle the well-trained puppy. Owner trains me and makes me happy. He fucks me, tells me what to do and how, and all I have to do is obey and be happy.

I’m so fucking happy!

And Alpha Owner is happy too. His beta is next to him, kissing him, her cheeks freshly wet with her tears, but now her body heat is drying her skin, her eyes are shiny again, and the only thing wet is her melting labia. Just like mine, they throb and long for his meat.

“Come here,” he says, holds my hair and moves me around. My body burns up when he retreats his stick from my womb, but I don’t care about my feelings. Owner loves me, I can ask for no more. And now Owner wants to fuck Beta Owner… “And give me your ass.”

“Yes hubby!” Her big, beautiful, bouncing boobs wobble when she practically falls to the ground. Then they get flattened when she lies down, raises her ass, grabs behind her and holds her cheeks open for him.

"Please, Sir, own my ass. Ram it inside and claim my ass for you, Sir. Please own me."

And he does. Happy and content, I watch while he fucks my daughter, my beta owner. I watch Tammy squeal and scream during a lovely orgasm, eyes on her daddy while Rose licks her skin. I watch while Beta Owner cums hard while her ass gets pounded.

I'm happy for them.

But I’m really happy when I see my proud alpha owner, leader of the pack, ram his meat stick deep and hard into his fuck mate’s behind. She screams in ecstasy, he growls so deep that my pussy is gushing girlcum between my legs. And then… he pumps… one time… three times… and retreats and… comes to me… and...

The smell... My god... the smell of... I'm a good puppy! Stay puppy! Sit! Obey! Ignore... the smell and... and...

“Puppy.” Mom is gone. I'm alone at the top of this family. And I want to reward her for that. “Come here and lick.”

Seems this command is rather common this evening. I shrug and smile because I see the naked desperation in her vacant eyes, scambling over to me, towards the smell of my cum.

Delirious, fucked out of her mind, poor Jasmine doesn’t even know what happens around her. She squats on the floor, white cum oozing out of her gaping ashole.

Time for the finale.

Under my guidance, Michelle heads to her former daughter. The smell does something to her. She begins to drool, imagining the taste. Then, before she loses what little sanity I've left her, I beckon Tammy over. Rose gives the little girl one last kiss, then helps her stand and hop off the table. The two stand next to me and look down at Michelle.

"Puppy!" I order, and she sits on her heels, legs spread wide, displaying a pink, swollen, slightly parted vagina to the world. My finger, the finger of god, points to Jasmine, her ass, and the white liquid. "Lick."

It's as if you can see my mother's humanity leaving her. A quick lick, then she loses control, eyes wide and mouth open in sheer bewilderment... and rams her face between her daughter's ass cheeks. This wakes Jasmine up. She squeals and looks at me in shock, too weak to push herself off the floor, and soon her eyes are rolling back as a rope of drool runs from her lips. It's too much for her. Her perks, mixed with the relief of coming clean in front of me and her new family. She looses her mind, moans like a whore and cums her brains out, all the while looking at me in pure, raw love.

I asked myself often how I would manage my harem. My girls, my many girlfriends, lovers and trusted ones. Rose, Lisa, Bella. And now Jasmine.

How can I not love this beautiful creature at my feet?

In this moment, Rose at my side, Jamsine at my feet, I know I'm capable of loving as many girls as I want. It's just a matter of time and energy. And I have both lenty, eben more so with the MCD.

I'm ready for loving you, my girls.

My. Girls.

Michelle, meanwhile, is ravenous, like the animal she is. She licks and barks and howls and licks again while my wifey can feel her, her ragged breath on her used ashole, her rough tongue on her throbbing vagina, sliding up to catch every drop of my cum, then driving inside her ashole, scooping out every last bit of my taste.

"Fuck," Rose murmurs in awe. "Fuck, that's hot."

While the two girls at my feet are losing their minds, I pull Tammy closer and kiss the sweet thing on her warm head.

"Daddy is proud of you, my obedient little angel." The small, **** girl looks up at me with wide eyes.

"I'm sowwy Daddy," she whispers, but I shake my head and my daughter snuggles up to me. The three of us watch as our mother has two or three rapid-fire orgasms while licking Jasmine dry of every last drop, head moving up and down, squealing between her ass cheeks.

And then she doesn't let up. She's just an animal, and she enjoys tasting my my sister's insides. And she really was a good puppy.

"Tammy, sweetheart?" I ask, and she listens. "What do you say? Want to lick puppy's little pussy for me?" And she smiles.

"Of course, Daddy. Whatever you want." And without hesitation, she gets on all fours behind her mother, puts her hands on Mom's ass cheeks, and pushes deep inside her as well.

"Awooooo!" Tammy giggles as her mother, stimulated by two perks, almost loses consciousness in an explosive orgasm. Her entire body is sprayed with girl cum, and while Jasmine gasps, Michelle howls, and Tammy giggles, Rose comes next to me.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently, placing my hand on her cheek. I can see something happening inside her, something big. She's too strong for me to control, and I don't even want to. So I can only hope I was good enough today to help my beloved sister.

But she shakes her head.

"Not quite yet," she says, holding my hands back as I try to massage her perk-pimped breasts. I want to touch titties... But then I see something in her eyes, a dim light, shining in the dampness that forms there. I want to say something, almost happy that I managed, but a little frightened because I managed. I open my mouth... But then she gets on her knees in front of me, shakes her hair out of her face with a quick movement, sniffs shortly, and then looks up at me, the tip of my cock just in front of her slightly parted lips. "I don't want my family to say I was the only one who shied away from an ass to mouth bj." Then, with a delicious smirk, she wraps her wet lips around my cock.

"Oh fuck, that's the life..."

Message from the author:

Many pictures again but, like always with those models, they're fitting quite well. I heard all of you and thank you with my heart for your comments. The interactions with my readers are the best thing about writing this story. If I were to give myself a tip, I would say that I shouldn't think too much about the small things and focus on what makes this story so great in my eyes. The feelings, the models and - and I don't quite know how I managed that - the uncanny possibilities with the story. So what Michelle is dressed even if I portray her naked? Her lustful stare is what I find fitting for the chaper. So what if Jasmine is in two different rooms in her pictures? I would eat out her ass the whole week if I could. So what Tammy has cat ears on her head (which I only noticed right now, after three hours of writing)? She is fucking cute in the pic. And so what... Well, fuck, Rose is always perfect.

There will be a time when the pictures will fit perfectly again. Lisa for example, is easy to write with her path. But I know myself and there will always be this nagging question in my head if I'm perfect enough. Sometimes this stands in my way. Not with this chapter I dare to say. I could incorporate everything I wanted the girls to do, all of that from the POV of Michelle and gave them a good dose of points. Not Rose, but that was planned. ;)

So, I'm pretty happy that I could do what I had planned till chapter 69. And speaking of which...

Well what should I do with that? Bella and Lisa were in front almost all the time but at the last minute, one day before I planned to write this chapter... far too long ago, Rose and Tammy moved at the first spot.

And now, because I'm such an excellent writer (kough kouch) I have both options open for me. To be honest, I don't know for sure what I should do. In terms of pacing, Lisa and Bella would be better. But finally Tammy gets her share with Rose, the best pairing after I ironed out Tammy and I'm pretty happy with me balancing her little girl behavior. And, well, 20 votes for Rose and Tammy... and 18 for Rose and Jasmine. If I decide to continue the orgy, nothing would speak against a triple 69, I would say. You know, the girls lying on their side in some sort of triangle. But where to put Finn?

I need to think about that. Chapter 69 needs to be special.

In the meantime, I thought about the volleyball bitches and their futures and can say I have found a way for all three of them to be special in their own ways, besides their paths. Biggest challenge are the school girls. This will take me some more time, basically because, at the start of the story, everything was on white paper. Now we have dephg and a history with the different girls. The school girls need to fit in their and, at the same time, need to expand the scope a little bit. Maybe I angle it around Miss Webster.

As always, if any of you want something special from the schoolgirls, some scenes, some wishes in terms of sexuality, some perks, combinations, backstories and so on, whatever comes to mind, let me hear it. Everything can help me find this spark that makes them great. Those two, Lakota and Tana, are the first characters you can influence directly and help me flesh out my ideas for them.