Chapter Six: Udders
Watching Kelly drink a sperm-flavored protein shake each morning, followed by swallowing pills that made her anxious, horny and confused, was quickly becoming Todd’s preferred way to start the day. On the morning of the third day of Kelly and Katie’s corrective action plan, Todd instructed his wife to go and collect all of Kelly’s bras, while their daughter was in the shower. Additionally, she was commanded to collect any of Kelly’s clothes that did not fit in with “the change to warmer weather outside,” and to replace them with the new clothes that Katie had purchased the day before.
As he’d hoped, his befuddled wife, constantly horny and becoming stupider by the day, had taken his parting words to heart. She’d focused on the words that had been easy to remember. Buy slutty clothes for yourself and Kelly. She hadn’t disappointed. Todd had gone through the choices the previous evening, after pounding his cock into Katie while she bucked and squealed in orgasmic joy.
Now, out of the shower, he watched Katie dragging a large garbage bag filled with Kelly’s clothes into the bedroom, where she left them in a corner and then sat on the bed to catch her breath. He stroked her hair lovingly, cradling her head against his chest, and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful wife,” he said, “I love you so much, princess.”
“I love you,” Katie said, her eyes shining at the praise.
“Go shower up, baby. I’ll handle breakfast,” Todd suggested.
Katie did. Now, Todd sat at the table with his tablet, watching Kelly consume his semen and her pills. His daughter did not look happy. She was, currently, still dressed in her bathrobe as she picked at her food.
“Why can’t I just wear my old clothes? I don’t like those ones!” Kelly whined.
“Your mother spent a lot of time picking you out nice clothes,” Todd explained, “and aren’t you kids supposed to have the latest and most fashionable stuff, anyway? Those pairs of three-year-old jeans you’ve been wearing around are, like, totally not in,” he jested.
Kelly did not find the joke funny.
“I can’t wear that stuff with no panties and no bras!” Kelly complained, “It’s humiliating.”
“I guess that will be incentive to get your grades up, then. We just need to see those Bs on your report card at the end of the month, and I’m sure your mom will be willing to let you have them back.”
“Fine. Just don’t blame me if I get called into the principal’s office, or something.”
Kelly stormed out of the kitchen. Todd sipped his coffee and read the news, waiting. It might mean being a few minutes late to the lab, but for this he could deal with it. Just in time for her ride to pick her up, Kelly returned. By now, Katie had joined him at the table and was swallowing her own pills. Todd remained cool as Kelly said, “Goodbye,” and tried to hurry out the door. Katie, though, stopped her and said, “Let me check you.”
There was a groan from the hallway, the sound of a foot stamping, and then Kelly appeared in the kitchen. Yeah, Katie had done well, he thought. Kelly looked like a cocktease, wearing a short, black skirt that ended well above her knees. A black, V-neck, cold-shoulder top fit snugly across her chest, exposing her tummy and showing off her abundant cleavage.
She certainly took after her mother in that department, Todd noted with approval. Excellent tits. Her nipples made hard little points through the top and the crimson flush to her skin only made her look adorably humiliated.
“Show me,” Katie said.
“You can already see everything!” Kelly argued.
Katie continued to look at her expectantly. Kelly stamped her foot again, then raised her skirt to show that she was, indeed, bare-cunted.
Katie nodded and rose, hugged the girl and said, “Do good in school and you can have your things back. And just to show you that I’m trying to be fair, I’m not wearing any either.”
Kelly’s eyes flicked downward, where she could see her mother’s nipples poking through the thin nightshirt she wore. In her growing confusion and diminishing intellectual capacity, Todd had noted with approval, his wife had completely forgotten to put on pants. Her lack of panties was, therefore, quite obvious, now that she was not sitting at the table.
Kelly looked surprised, but then Katie leaned forward and kissed her, briefly, on the lips. Todd smiled into his coffee cup.
“I have to go,” Kelly said quickly and hurried for the door.
Katie resumed her seat, sipped at her coffee, munched on her toast, and stared, blankly forward, her mind wandering in a pleasant, horny and stupid haze.
“We should be prepared,” Todd said, “in case she needs further discipline. While I’m at work, I’d like you to think about that. I think this is a good first step, the no underwear rule. You know how teenagers are. Being embarrassed is the only thing that works. If you would, princess, get creative and just try to think of some other methods that might be helpful, in case we need them. Hopefully, she’ll get her act together, and we won’t need them. It’s best to be prepared, though, right?”
Katie nodded. Todd gave her a long, passionate kiss, which his wife moaned whorishly into as she rubbed her twat. Then, he left for work. Things were going even better than expected, he mused.
Now, Katie would spend her day at home, horny, probably touching herself or watching porn, thinking about ways to humiliate and degrade Kelly. She’d spend hours, masturbating to the thought of Kelly’s humiliation, devising creative ways to make it happen. She’d do it while she imagined him fucking her and calling her princess. She’d touch her cunt and think about calling him daddy.
Her fuck-fogged brain would dwell on it all day. She was already beginning to fantasize about Todd fucking Kelly, and the thought was making her feel more inadequate, more eager to please. She had two threats to contend with, now. A younger girl, who she was helping to sexualize by playing into the daddy fantasy, getting off to it, and another woman her own age that was hotter than Katie, smarter, more interesting, with a career of her own. Ms. Gloria was someone that a smart man, like her husband, might be attracted to and that made Kelly afraid, confused, hornier, and insecure.
***
Todd came home a bit late that evening, having been stuck in a progress meeting that ran long. Ms. Gloria was already there when he arrived, and soothing a tearful Kelly.
“What’s the matter, princess?” Todd asked, setting his folder aside and taking a seat across the table.
“Everyone made jokes about me!” Kelly cried, “They called me… funbags… and… udders! It’s not fair! I don’t want to wear these clothes!”
“As soon as you get your grades up, that won’t be a problem, honey,” Todd assured her, “and forget about those people. Once you graduate, you’ll never see them again.”
“People are mean when they know they can bother you,” Ms. Gloria said, “My advice is to own it. She cupped her own large breasts and jiggled them. When I was in school, do you know what they used to call me?”
Kelly shook her head, sniffling.
“They’d call me double-G Gloria, like it was the funniest thing in the world. I got called Melons, McMelons, Tits McGee, Cock Pillows, Cow Tits, Milk Jugs, you name it. What it really is, though, is jealousy. The girls want to have boobs like yours, and the boys want to play with them, so they tease you. You know what I did? I owned it. If those idiots wanted to make my boobs my identity, I beat them to it. I wore shirts that said, ‘Got Milk’ or the Dunkin Donuts logo. Be proud of your melons, Udders. They’re an asset.”
Kelly couldn’t help but smile, and even gave a little laugh.
“See,” Todd agreed, “Ms. Gloria is right. Your melons are nothing to be ashamed of, honey. You have great tits. It’s okay to like to show them off a bit.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Kelly said, not wanting to show off her melons.
“Did Katie let you in?” Todd asked.
Ms. Gloria shook her head.
“I’ll leave you two to your lesson,” he said, excusing himself.
Todd found his wife, as he’d expected, in their bedroom, masturbating. Along with his half naked, horny wife, he encountered a number of opened packages. That was good. The first of his many, many deliveries had begun to come in. Of course, he feigned ignorance as to the packages, looking around in confusion at the open boxes and asking, “What’s this?”
“Oh, fuck, daddy,” Katie mewled, “Please, daddy, will you fuck your princess?”
Todd waded through the open boxes, noting the presence of porn magazines, videos and sex toys. The packages were addressed to Katie Cumsock.
“Katie,” he asked again, “What is all this?”
“They... they came today… don’t know,” she panted, plunging a vibrating toy into her wet twat.
Clearly, he was not going to get an answer from his fuck-addled slut of a wife, and so he did the next logical thing, pulling off his pants, extracting his cock, and replacing the toy with it. Katie eagerly, whorishly, ground her fuckbox against his pelvis as he bottomed out in her spasming twat, sighing with relief. He railed Katie hard, banging her against the headboard of the bed as she violently orgasmed, her tits pressed hard against his chest and teeth biting erotically at his neck. He’d need a high-collared shirt to hide those love bites, but as he ejaculated into his new, horned up sex doll, he judged that it was worth it.
Though still flushed and horny, Katie was slightly more willing to answer his questions.
“Did you order them?” she asked.
“No. Must be one of your friends playing some kind of joke on you.”
“Those bitches,” she said, “They sent some to Kelly, too. The label said Kelly Cockwallet.”
Todd chuckled, feeling that the name had been inspired.
“Well, did they send anything good?” he asked, looking across the open boxes.
“Porn and sex toys,” she said, her eyes glazed, “Some of it looks like fun.”
She held the vibrator she’d been using up for emphasis.
***
“Kelly, is there something else?” Ms. Gloria asked, “Something you aren’t telling me?”
Kelly shook her head, looking at the blank sheet of paper that was supposed to be her English assignment.
“Kelly,” Ms. Gloria pushed, “You can tell me. It’s okay. I’m not going to judge you, remember? My job is to help you learn, whether it’s about school, or something else. I know that teasing bothered you, but you’re not telling me something. It’s okay. It helps to talk to someone.”
Kelly looked ashamed and frightened. The look made Ms. Gloria’s pussy very warm.
“It’s…” Kelly’s eyes darted quickly around the room and then she whispered, “I’m getting these feelings. Like… like horny feelings. When they called me those names I… I… never mind. Can we just do the assignment?”
“Kelly,” Ms. Gloria said, lowering her voice and putting her lips to Kelly’s ear, “Did you masturbate at school?”
Kelly shivered at the hiss of warm breath and her tutor’s soft touch on her bare leg. She nodded her head, once, quickly, blushing. Ms. Gloria put her hand on Kelly’s shoulder and inched closer. Kelly could see the woman’s expansive cleavage, smell her perfume, that sweet, light, fragrance, like the last wisp of a pleasant dream as it faded from memory. Ms. Gloria’s hand slid just an inch up her leg.
“Kelly, it’s completely normal to want to masturbate. Everyone does it. Some of us do it more than others. Is that what’s been bothering you, honey? Is your pussy making it hard to learn?”
Kelly trembled at the woman’s soft voice, like a seductive melody in her ear, and she nodded again.
“Your mother has trouble with hers, too,” Ms. Gloria said, “It’s why she didn’t finish school.”
“Really?” Kelly asked.
Ms. Gloria nodded, saying, “It’s okay. You shouldn’t feel bad about your pussy, honey. It’s an asset, like your tits. It can get you the things you want, if you know how to use it.”
Kelly blushed deeper, her homework completely forgotten, as Ms. Gloria’s silky voice poured the words into her ears. It was so hard to think about anything but her pussy. Ever since she’d had her panties taken away, it was all she could think about. Or had it been? Had she thought about it this much before? She didn’t think so, but lately, it was the only thing on her mind.
“I don’t… I don’t know what that means,” Kelly said softly.
Kelly knew about sex. She had friends who had sex, but Kelly had not. She’d never even kissed a boy. Some of them had shown interest, because Kelly knew she was cute, but Kelly was also afraid that she wouldn’t be good at it, just like she wasn’t good at other things. Kelly was only good at being cute, texting her friends, talking about TV shows, and making fun of losers.
Only a few of her friends hadn’t made fun of her tits today, and a few had even defended her, which was nice, but the experience had made her feel like she was one of the losers. A loser who masturbated in the school toilet. A loser with a bare cunt that was always horny.
“We’ll talk more about that another day,” Ms. Gloria said, “Let’s try to do this homework, alright? If we finish up, you can go upstairs and touch your pussy.”
Kelly squeaked as Ms. Gloria’s hand moved to the inside of her leg, just below her warm cunt, and then withdrew.
“I… I have to figure out how to do the work, you know, myself. My mom will get really mad again if I can’t do it, and then she’ll give me a new rule to follow that will be worse than not having underwear. I just know it.”
Ms. Gloria nodded and said, “That’s why I’m here. To teach you how to do things on your own, honey. Wearing underwear is overrated anyway. I don’t wear panties most of the time. It’s no big deal.”
Kelly blushed, because the comment made her think about Ms. Gloria’s pussy, which also made her think about her own pussy again, and how much she wanted to touch it.
“Right,” Ms. Gloria said, professionally, “Have you done the reading for the story?”
“Yes. I read it in class,” Kelly said, clearly proud of herself for having read something other than a text message or Facebook post, of her own volition, “It was weird. I like how it rhymes, but it’s kind of, I don’t know, dark.”
“Mr. Poe was a dark sort of guy,” Ms. Gloria said, “Let’s look at the lines and see if we can’t figure out what they mean.”
Chapter Seven: Sleeping Arrangements
Todd felt a stab of pride as he looked over the homework, while Katie walked Ms. Gloria to the door. Despite having a bare, wet cunt, Kelly had managed to string together a coherent paragraph. Yes, there were several spots where she’d erased and had to be told how to spell words correctly, but the simplistic, just good enough, acrimonious tone and content was Kelly all the way. That girl really did want her car.
In the entryway, Ms. Gloria told Katie, “Your daughter is a real beauty. You can tell she takes after her mother in every way. I appreciate you letting me spend time with her. She’s such a joy.”
“Um, thanks,” Katie said, shuffling her feet. There was little else she could say, given the politeness of the compliment.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, princess,” Ms. Gloria said, and then leaned in and kissed Katie on the lips, lingering just a little longer than was appropriate, which, in Katie’s lusty state, barely meant anything. She was, by this point, three full days into being drugged, and there was not much happening in her head aside from the feelings in her cunt.
Not that Katie’s head had been bursting with world-changing thoughts to begin with, but her quickly dwindling intellect had left a gaping hole that had now been filled with three days of masturbation, and an entire day of degrading, hardcore porn, as she dreamt up new and clever humiliations for Kelly. Therefore, when Ms. Gloria kissed her, Katie heard herself moan, sluttily, as her hand touched her cunt through her little skirt.
“Oh my,” Ms. Gloria commented, “I can see where Kelly gets that saucy little attitude from. Your hubby better keep you on a tight leash and away from me.”
She gave Katie a conspiratorial wink and walked out the door. Katie felt that the comment wasn’t appropriate, but then, she was very confused. Perhaps it wasn’t all that impolite. She staggered back toward the kitchen.
She found Todd at the table, finishing his reading of Kelly’s paper. Kelly practically bounced in her seat with her need for his approval, her desire to hear that she’d done well, that she was improving.
“It’s not bad, Kelly,” Todd said, and handed the paper to Katie.
“Then, it’s okay?” Kelly asked, “I did it all myself. Ms. Gloria can tell you,” she said in a rush, “every word!”
“I can tell,” Todd said, smiling.
Katie stared dumbly at the paper, pretending to read it. She could read it, of course, she just didn’t find it that interesting. She handed it back and added, “It’s really good, honey.”
“Can I go now, please?” Kelly asked.
“Why such a rush?” Todd asked, “Why don’t we all have a family movie?”
Kelly looked as though she wanted to protest. She did want to protest. Instead, she bit her lip and then said, “Daddy, please? I’m really tired.”
“Alright, princess,” Todd said, knowing exactly why Kelly was so eager to get to her room, “But I think we need to step things up just a notch. I want you to stay focused on your goal, and I know that you’ve been hooked on this masturbation nonsense lately.”
Kelly blushed, looking as though she wanted to die. Todd continued, “So your mom came up with a great idea to help. Let’s go upstairs.”
Reluctantly, Kelly followed her parents up the stairs, hanging her head. They went to Kelly’s bedroom, where several unopened boxes were cast, haphazardly, across the floor.
“What are these?” Kelly asked.
“Some prank by one of your mother’s friends. It’s just junk,” Todd said.
Kelly picked up a small box and read the label.
“Kelly Cockwallet? Ew!”
She dropped the box in disgust.
“Pay attention, now,” Todd snapped.
Kelly turned her attention back to her parents and, more specifically, the weird leather and metal thing in her mother’s hand.
“What is that?” Kelly asked, suddenly afraid.
“It’s a chastity belt,” Katie said.
“It’s just until you get your grades up, or until you find your special talent. It will help you with your masturbation problem.”
“I’m not wearing that!” Kelly shouted, “What the hell? No!”
Todd sighed and said, “Well, you know where the door is.”
He stood aside, motioning toward her bedroom door, and by extension, the front door.
“You may go anywhere in the world you wish, making your own rules. No one is forcing you to do anything, Kelly. We only want what’s best for you. If you aren’t willing to do what’s best for yourself, and you’d rather spend your days as a homeless, chronic masturbator, that’s totally up to you.”
“But… but-”
“You know,” Todd mused, turning to Katie, “We could put a sex swing in here. It might be kinda fun.”
“Ew! You guys are so gross!” Kelly said, and then argued, “I’m not a chronic masturbator! I didn’t even do that before you took away my panties! It’s your fault!” she wheeled on Katie, “It’s your fault,” she repeated, pointing, “Ms. Gloria said you failed school because you only think about your pussy! You made me have a… a horny pussy!”
Todd didn’t budge. He didn’t relent. He stood his ground. Kelly changed tactics, quickly, the stern look on his face ending her tantrum.
“Daddy, please! Don’t make me wear it. I promise, I’ll be good. I won’t masturbate. I’ll do all the work. I don’t even need an… an investit account. Please!”
“Kelly,” Todd said, sighing, “This is for your own good. I’m tired and I want to fuck your mother, so I’m going to give you one more option. You can come and sleep in our bed tonight, so your mother can make sure you aren’t masturbating.”
“But… No! That’s gross!” Kelly complained.
“Why? You used to come and sleep in our bed all the time,” Todd countered.
“Yeah, when I was, like, four!”
“The belt, then,” Todd concluded, “Or will it be the door?”
Kelly bit her lip, then looked at the mess of leather in metal in her mother’s hand. She did not even consider the door.
“Fine,” she said, huffed, and folder her arms over her large breasts.
“Good. Then let’s all get ready for bed,” Todd said.
Todd had Katie accompany Kelly to the bathroom, where the two of them brushed their teeth, while Todd, himself, took care of his own routine. He slipped under the covers, his cock bare, and waited. Soon after, Katie came in, followed closely behind by a reluctant and frowning Kelly. When Katie attempted to climb into bed, wearing her t-shirt and lounge pants, though, Todd frowned.
“Princess,” he said, and both women looked at him, “Is that how we dress for bed, now?”
“I’m not taking off my clothes!” Kelly said.
“Not you,” Todd assured her, then raised an eyebrow at Katie.
Katie blushed, but she was far too horny and stupid to argue, so she pulled off her clothes, while Kelly made a distressed noise, and then climbed into bed next to her husband, blushing. That was what Todd wanted, and what Todd wanted was important. Ms. Gloria would probably sleep nude with another girl in the same bed, because Ms. Gloria looked like the kind of full-chested slut that would get naked with other girls, and Katie didn’t want Todd to start imagining Ms. Gloria’s big tits and other naked women.
“Come on, kiddo,” Todd said, holding up the covers, where Kelly could easily see her naked mother, spooning with her equally naked husband.
Kelly thought about the belt, about being thrown out of the house, but mostly about her pussy and how much she wanted to touch it. This wasn’t fair. She got into the bed. Kelly pulled the blanket up to her neck, curled up on her side, faced away from her parents, and closed her eyes. Todd turned out the light.
Kelly lay, awake, her pussy begging for attention, as she tried to ignore her hard nipples brushing the front of her little top. She squirmed uncomfortably and, when she thought that she’d given her parents time to fall asleep, her hand strayed downward. Quietly, she tried to touch her pussy through her sleep shorts. It was so infuriating. It was awful.
Then, something more awful, still, happened. Behind her, she heard her mother moan quietly. There was a vibration across the mattress. She heard a rustle of covers, and then a slight shift, and then another quiet moan.
A wet squish came next, followed by another, and then another that became a regular rhythm that coincided with the slight rock of the bed. Her parents were fucking. Her dad was fucking her mother, while Kelly tried to sleep next to them.
Katie’s moaning became slightly louder, and then muffled, as though something were covering her mouth. Kelly lay still and tried to ignore it, tried to pretend that her mother wasn’t being fucked just inches away and that her own pussy wasn’t yearning for attention. It was impossible. Then, she thought that maybe, if they were distracted by fucking, that they might not notice her masturbating.
Emboldened, she parted her legs slightly, which was difficult laying on her side, and slipped her hand into the sleep shorts. The relief at being able to touch her wet little folds and engorged fuck button was palpable and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning and sighing. The bed continued to rock. Her father grunted softly. Her mother’s muffled whimpers of pleasure continued.
Kelly lightly ground her fingers into her cunt, but then the terrible sound of her father whispering dirty things to her mother nearly made her stop.
“That’s it, princess, fuck daddy’s cock,” her father whispered in the dark, “Give daddy that wet little pussy. Good girl.”
Kelly couldn’t stop. Her pussy needed this. She needed relief. She had to cum. It was so gross, but she had to cum.
“You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love being daddy’s good girl, giving daddy that tight pussy.”
Katie groaned, her own mind too consumed by the euphoric drugs, her loss of self, her need to please her husband, and her overwhelming confusion. The fact that she was allowing him to fuck her, while her daughter was inches away in the same bed, was just another slutty thing that it was her responsibility to do. There was little logic to it, but Katie was not concerned with that, now. Katie was concerned with being a good sex doll, so that her husband would take care of her. Katie was concerned with being a good fuck, so that someone else would not steal him away and leave Katie with nothing.
Katie liked being called princess, being told she was good. Those things made her happy, because it made Todd happy. When Todd was happy, he would fuck her and make her feel better, feel useful, like she was doing her part for the family.
“Daddy loves your pussy so much, princess. Can you cum for daddy? Can you show daddy what a good girl you are?”
Kelly began to sob as she rubbed her twat, wanting so badly to cum, but it was horrible, because she had to listen to the dirty words. The dirty words made her think about her mother’s moans of pleasure, the fact that her mother was having an orgasm, and that her mother was cumming as she was being called the same pet-name her daddy called Kelly.
It made Kelly think about fucking and it made her think about her daddy fucking her, calling her princess, telling her she was a good girl for taking his cock. She sobbed quietly, her fingers slipping in and out of her wet pussy, her teeth biting painfully into her lower lip. To her shame and horror, she orgasmed when her father whispered, “That’s it, slut. Cum for daddy. That’s so good.”
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