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Jayna waited eagerly for Bill Burkhill to discover the slutty scrapbook that she had forced Luna to make, or to confront his wife about her lactation, or to enact new sleeping arrangements for Jayna, but by Wednesday morning nothing seemed to have eventuated from her erotic encounter with him in the bathroom.
The Burkhill bitches were almost certainly to blame. Luna spent all her time in her bedroom in order to avoid contact with her mother – whose tits she had sucked and whose pussy she had licked – and her father – whose dick she had rubbed through his pants while kissing him.
And Luna’s mother Carrie was likewise avoiding contact with her daughter, who she had been tempted into sexually molesting. And she was so filled with guilt that she was avoiding interacting with her husband as well – going to bed early in the evenings and feigning sleep when he joined her in bed.
Clearly further intervention from Jayna was needed. And that was why on Wednesday she proposed that Carrie take the day off from work and take Jayna and Luna to the beach.
“Just us girls,” she said. “It will be fun. Won’t it, mommy?”
Carrie swallowed nervously, fully aware of the many secrets about her that Jayna was privy to. She knew she didn’t dare disagree with her beautiful foster daughter.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s a wonderful idea. Luna, get your swimsuit and a towel.”
“Oh, I already packed her swimsuit,” said Jayna, holding up a bag that was clearly stuffed with *something*. “And yours, and mine.”
“Oh,” said Carrie. “That’s very forward-thinking. Thank you, Jayna.”
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Before they left, Jayna managed to find a moment of alone time with Bill in his bedroom, while Carrie convinced Luna that she had to come to the beach. (Luna, sensing more of Jayna’s cruel games, obviously didn’t want to go.)
“Daddy,” she said, “did you look at that book of Luna’s yet?”
As she spoke, she slipped a hand into the waist of his pants, exploring downwards, finding his warm cock within his underpants, and squeezing it gently.
“Jayna,” Bill objected. He tried to pull away, but he couldn’t easily without either pulling Jayna’s hand away or popping the waist catch on his pants.
“While we’re out you should go and look,” said Jayna. “It’s really something you should see. And I’m sad, daddy.”
“Sad?” asked Bill, gasping slightly as his cock hardened in Jayna’s hand.
“Sad that you don’t want to protect me from my sister raping me,” said Jayna. “I know it’s very sexy to think about your daughter raping me, but I need you to protect me.”
Bill blushed. “I’m sorry, darling,” he said. “I’ll… do something…”
“Do you like it?” asked Jayna. “Thinking about Luna raping me? Forcing me to… to lick her pussy?”
Bill’s cock twitched in her hand.
“No,” he lied.
“Do you think about us naked and kissing in bed when you’re with your wife?” asked Jayna.
His cock twitched again.
“No,” he lied again.
“It’s okay,” said Jayna. “I can keep a secret. It’s natural for a man to get aroused by his daughter raping a pretty girl. You can’t help that.”
She squeezed his cock.
“But you really need to look at that book, daddy,” she said. “You need to go and find that book, and then go back to your bedroom, and take off all your clothes, and then look at it while thinking about your daughter. Can you do that for me, daddy?”
She squeezed his cock again.
“That’s… that’s wrong, Jayna,” managed Bill. “Naked? I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” said Jayna. “You’ll enjoy it. And in return, I’ll keep your secret, okay? You’re just going to make a little video for me, so I know it happened.”
“A video?” said Bill.
“Of you,” said Jayna. “Naked. Looking at your daughter’s scrapbook and holding your cock in your hand. If you do that, I’ll keep your secret.” She pouted. “But… if not…”
“Are you… blackmailing me, Jayna?” asked Bill.
“Oh, daddy, don’t be silly,” laughed Jayna, beginning to pump his cock slowly. “I’m just helping you manage your family. Your daughter is *such* a slut. She’s waiting for her daddy to notice and do something about it. She’s going to keep acting out, worse and worse, until you put some discipline in her life.”
She pumped him faster.
“You need to know it’s natural for a man to have reactions when his daughter’s a slut,” she said. “That’s okay. That’s normal. It’s her fault. She did this to you, deliberately. Just go and find her scrapbook, and then enjoy it. Naked. And send me a video.”
Bill couldn’t think straight as his foster daughter masturbated his cock.
“Make sure it’s hard when you’re holding it, daddy,” said Jayna. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, baby,” groaned Bill.
“Thank you, daddy,” said Jayna.
Then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips, while pumping him faster. His whole body was stiff with erotic tension, and his tongue eagerly pushed into her mouth. She worked his cock harder and harder…
.. and when she sensed his orgasm approaching, she pulled her hand away and stepped back.
“Thank you, daddy,” she said, and then turned and left for the beach.
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Jayna picked the beach they would attend – or rather, she just fed a destination into Carrie’s GPS and Carrie drove to it in submissive silence.
It was a long drive, because the beach was isolated, far down the coast from the popular tourist spots – a secluded cove adjoining onto a nature reserve. When they reached its small dirt car park, there were no other cars present.
Nor was there any sign of a public toilets or changeroom.
“Mom, where are we going to get changed?” asked Luna nervously.
“You don’t need to,” said Jayna happily. “It’s a nude beach. I didn’t even bring our swimsuits. You can just undress.”
Luna’s eyes widened. “No!” she said. “Absolutely not!”
Jayna was already out of the car and stripping down. It felt good to expose her cute little tits and eager pussy to the morning air.
Carrie was blushing. “I didn’t see a nude beach sign,” she protested.
“I think it fell down a while ago and they haven’t replaced it,” said Jayna. “Anyway, there’s no one else here. Come on. Take off your clothes, mommy.” She grinned, and added, “Like you did on the weekend.”
Carrie barely needed reminding of the slutty things she had done with Jayna and Luna – things that she couldn’t bear the idea of anyone else ever discovering. She would do whatever Jayna told her, to keep Jayna from revealing how she had made her own daughter lick her pussy.
Reluctantly, she got out of the car and undressed in the parking lot. Her large, mature tits were once again leaking milk – she was overdue for a milking. And her cunt, Jayna noted, was wet. From seeing Jayna nude? From undressing herself? From thinking about how her daughter had licked her twat? It hardly mattered.
“Come on, Luna,” said Carried. “Get out of the car and undress.”
“No!” said Luna. “It’s… wrong. It’s embarrassing.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” said Jayna. Which was true.
“We can’t leave you in the car, honey,” said Carried. “Come on, it’s just us girls.”
It had been “just us girls” when they had all gotten naked and milked Carrie’s tits and then licked her cunt. The phrase didn’t give Luna any comfort. She sat in the back seat and sulked.
“You’ll have to get her out of the car and undress her,” Jayna said quietly to Carrie.
“She won’t cooperate,” said Carrie.
“Then make her cooperate,” said Jayna. “She’s being a disobedient child. You just have to force her.”
Carried looked at Jayna’s evil smile, and once again pictured how her world would collapse if Jayna told her husband what they had gotten up to – or worse yet, the people running the foster program – or, even worse, the police.
“Luna,” she said, in her sternest voice, “you have until the count of ten to get out of that car and undress.”
She counted to ten. As she counted she kept looking at the entrance to the car park, clearly nervous someone would arrive and see her naked with her foster daughter, and ask her why she appeared to be trying to force her other daughter to undress.
By the time she reached ten, and Luna still hadn’t emerged, her fear had translated into an urgent anger.
“That’s it, young lady,” she said, and went to Luna’s door and yanked it open. She reached in and grabbed a handful of Luna’s hair and used it to pull her daughter from the car. Luna squealed and screamed and slapped at her mother’s hands.
“Stop fighting this instant and undress!” demanded Carrie – but Luna just kept tantruming, kicking her legs and struggling to pull away.
Carrie grabbed at Luna’s skirt, thinking to unzip it – but it ripped in her hands, the fabric tearing. Underneath, Luna was nude, because Jayna had prevented her from wearing underwear that morning.
“Now look what you’ve done!” said Carrie, angry and exasperated. She grabbed at Luna’s shirt – and that, too, ripped open to expose her bare tits.
Jayna smiled. She had spent some time late last night weakening these two pieces of clothing, precisely in case something like this happened.
“Why aren’t you wearing underwear, Luna?” demanded Carrie, even as Luna tried to cover her tits and cunt with her hands.
Luna had no response – only tears and sniffling.
“Your foster sister was right,” said Carrie. “You’ve become such a little *slut*.”
As if Carrie wasn’t herself standing there, nude, her cunt sopping wet, her erect nipples leaking milk, and her face flushed as she stared at her daughter’s naked body.
“You’ll have to travel home in the nude now,” Carrie muttered, looking at the ripped clothes.
“Maybe she can wear a towel, if she’s a good girl,” said Jayna.
“If she’s a good girl,” Carrie agreed. She looked around the car park nervously again. “Come on, let’s go down to the beach.”
The three naked girls descended a set of old stone steps to the secluded beach, Jayna carrying the bag of beach supplies. The beach itself was deserted, and once they reached the sand, Jayna laid out a single oversized towel on the beach for them to sit on. The day was warm, the sand was soft, and the sea was invitingly blue-green.
“Sunscreen first,” announced Jayna. She brought out a pink bottle. “I think this brand is pretty good, and it advertises that it tastes and smells like strawberry.”
“Cute,” said Carrie.
“Luna, spread sunscreen on your mother,” Jayna instructed. “Because we’re going nude, it’s important to get lots on her breasts and pussy and butt. Make sure you get it right up in the crack.”
Luna didn’t want to rub lotion into her mother’s private areas, but it was clear that both Jayna and Carrie expected that this would happen – and the threat of having to be naked in the car all the way home was clear in her mind. She needed to be a good girl.
So she squirted some sunscreen into her hands, and began to rub it all over her mother.
As she massaged her mother’s large tits, little squirts of milk came from the nipples, and she blushed.
“Give your daughter a kiss, Carrie,” suggested Jayna, and Carried immediately grabbed a handful of Luna’s hair and brought her in close for a tongue kiss as Luna continued to spread goo over her mother’s large fuckmelons.
When the kiss was done, a blushing Luna moved down to put lotion on her mother’s stomach, and lower back, and thighs and legs. And then it was time for her pussy.
“It’s… wet,” said Luna, when she touched it and found her fingers coming away sticky.
“Then clean it with your tongue,” said Jayna. “We discussed this on the weekend.”
Carrie was breathing heavily from the kiss, and the tit massage, and the feeling of her daughter touching her fuckhole.
“I can’t!” Luna protested. “She’s my mother. We’re outdoors. We shouldn’t. It’s *wrong*, Jayna.”
Jayna took a chance, and slapped Luna across the face. Luna gasped.
“Stop being a spoiled little *brat* and lick your mother’s cunt,” Jayna hissed. “Or else we’ll leave you here naked and tell your father you ran away and let you hitchhike home in the nude.”
Jayna looked meaningfully at Carrie.
Carrie knew she should protect her daughter, and tell Jayna off for slapping and threatening Luna. But Luna *had* already licked Carrie’s cunt once – and it had felt so good – and if she disagreed with Jayna then there was no telling *what* Jayna might say, or who she might talk to…
“Your sister’s right, baby,” said Carrie. “Stop being a slutty little brat and lick mommy’s pussy clean.”
Luna started to cry again – and Jayna marvelled again at how pretty Luna looked with tears in her eyes – but she moved forward, and got down on all fours, and began to obediently lick her mother’s cunt.
Carrie struggled not to scream with pleasure as she felt her beautiful young daughter sucking on her clitoris and pushing her tongue up her fuckhole. She entwined her fingers in her daughter’s hair to pull her face closer, and humped her groin eagerly against Luna’s face. It felt so good. It felt so amazing that she didn’t care that it was wrong. Anyway, it wasn’t her fault. Jayna was making her do this…
As Luna performed oral sex on her mother, the exact event that Jayna had been hoping for occurred.
Four men, all in their mid-twenties, descended the stairs to the beach. They weren’t nude – they were in boxer shorts, and one had a surfboard. And soon as they saw the three naked women, they stopped to watch.
Carrie’s eyes were rolled back in her head, and Luna’s face was buried in her mother’s twat, and neither of them knew they were being watched. Luna licked, and Carrie bucked her hips and arched her back, and they put on an intense erotic display, completely unaware they had an eager audience.
Always one to make sure that the sexuality of women was as entertaining for men as possible, Jayna smiled at the men, and spread her own legs, and began to rub her pussy as she watched her foster sister and foster mother fuck.
Eventually the inevitable happened, and Carrie orgasmed against her daughter’s face, squirting into Luna’s mouth. She couldn’t help but squeal as she came, a high-pitched slutty noise. Luna pulled her face away, wet with her mother’s juices…
.. and that was when both women saw the men.
They screamed, and tried to cover themselves. They both reached for the towel, but Jayna was standing on it so it couldn’t be lifted off the beach, and Jayna had been careful not to bring any other towels. There was literally nothing for the women to hide their bodies with.
“It’s okay to watch,” said Jayna to the men. “Or stare even. They’re pretty, aren’t they? But don’t come closer – we don’t need company today.”
It was probably a little too soon for Luna’s first gang-rape by strangers, she thought. Although that day *would* come, if Jayna could arrange it.
Luna was already on her feet and trying to run for the car, but Jayna tackled her and brought her back to the sand.
“You don’t have the car keys, Luna,” she said. “And there’s nothing in the car to wear. Just be a good girl.”
Carrie was trying to hide herself too, but Jayna gave her a significant stare. Carrie intuitively knew what Jayna wanted, and she dropped her hands from her tits and cunt and let the men look.
One of the men called out.
“You sure you girls don’t need a dicking?” he said. “We’ve got plenty to spare.”
And he took his cock out of his pants – and true to his word, it was impressively large.
Carrie stared at it with a kind of hunger, and Luna turned her face away, blushing.
“Sorry boys,” said Jayna. “Not today. You can look all you want – and play with that tool while you do, if you want – but keep it at a distance.”
She knew there was a chance they might not respect that boundary, and that all three women might get violently fucked whether they wanted it or not. If that happened, it happened – Jayna knew that it was the destiny of women to be raped eventually.
But it was not going to be that day.
“Understood,” laughed the man. “You sluts enjoy yourself then.”
And the group of men set up their own camp, on a series of beach towels, about twenty metres away from the girls. They laughed and talked among themselves – but their eyes rarely strayed far from the nude females down the beach from them.
Luna was beside herself with humiliation.
“Mom,” said Jayna, “tell Luna this is all right. Tell her it’s normal.”
Carrie tried to think of a way to justify this as in any way normal.
“It’s all right, baby,” she said. “It’s a beach. You’re allowed to show your body on the beach. And these men like it. You’re making them happy.”
“I don’t *want* them to see my body, mom!” wailed Luna.
“Well… that’s just selfish, dear,” said Carrie. “The reason you have a… a cunt, is so that a man can put his penis in it and make you pregnant. And that’s not going to happen if you never show it to any men, is it?”
“I don’t want to be pregnant!” Luna continued to protest.
“Well, obviously not,” said Carrie. “But I just mean… your body isn’t just for you. It’s for men too. It’s normal for a woman to show her body off to men, and it’s normal for men to look.”
She paused, and then added, “And besides, it’s not like you have a choice, young lady. So stop covering her tits, and spread your legs so these nice young men can look at you.”
Luna didn’t respond, so Jayna helpfully pried her legs apart so the men could see Luna’s twat. They laughed appreciatively.
“Now, come on, Luna,” said Jayna. “Stop stressing about the audience. There are other things we need to do.”
She reached into the supplies bag and brought out a stack of plastic cups.
“To start with,” she said, “your mother needs to be milked…”
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