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The beach was a nightmare for Luna.
Before Jayna had joined the Burkhill family, Luna had been a sweet, naive virgin. She had been interested in boys, sure, but she had never seen a real-life cock, and no one alive had seen her post-puberty body naked except for her mother and her doctor.
Now she had licked her foster sister’s cunt, and been licked in return. She had allowed herself to be filmed masturbating. She had created a slutty scrapbook that implied she had sexual fantasies about her own father and brother. She had masturbated in public, and been seen. She had shoplifted things by shoving them up her cunt. She had tongue-kissed her father, modelled slutty underwear for him and spread her pussy lips to give him a better look. She had kissed her brother, and allowed him to finger-fuck her pussy to orgasm. She had licked her mother’s cunt, and squeezed milk from her mother’s udders while listening to her mother moo.
And now she was completely nude on a remote beach, with no way to escape or to cover herself, showing her tits and pussy to a group of male strangers who had just seen her performing incestuous cunnilingus. One had his dick out, and was stroking it as he stared at Luna’s cunt.
And her mother was taking up a position on all fours on the beachtowel, her large milk-filled tits hanging beneath her, and Jayna expected her to milk her mother like a cow in front of this audience.
“I’m Jayna,” by the way, said Jayna to the boys. “And this is Luna, and Carrie.”
Luna almost squealed. She couldn’t believe Jayna was telling these men her *name*.
“Who do you think has the prettiest pussy, boys?” asked Jayna.
“The other younger slut,” said one of the boys immediately. “Luna.”
“You hear that, Luna?” said Jayna. “They think you have a pretty cunt. Say thank you.”
Luna said something that was inaudible even to Jayna.
Jayna poked her. “Louder.”
“Thank you,” said Luna, louder, and the boys laughed.
Jayna looked at Luna. “Do you want to milk Carrie’s udders, or fingerfuck her pussy to help her manage the pain?”
Luna shuddered. She was grateful that Jayna was saying “Carrie” rather than “your mother” or “Mrs Burkhill”. But she still hated both ideas. At least the milking sounded marginally less slutty.
“I’ll milk her,” she said.
“Good girl,” said Jayna. “Milk her into the cups.”
Carrie was on all fours, waiting, and Jayna shoved two of her fingers into Carrie’s fuckhole. Carrie gasped.
“Tell us you want to be milked, Carrie,” said Jayna.
Carrie blushed.
“Jayna, please…” she whispered. “There are people watching.”
“You want to be milked, don’t you?” said Jayna, pumping her fingers in Mrs Burkhill’s pussy. “You want all that sweet milk squeezed out of your swollen fuckbags, don’t you?”
Carrie moaned.
“Moo for us, Carrie,” said Jayna.
“Mooooo….” said Carrie, in a humiliated, broken voice.
“Louder,” urged Jayna.
“Mooooo!” said Carrie, loud enough to be heard across the entire beach.
Jayna nodded at Luna, and Luna began to milk her mother’s tits – exactly as Carrie had taught her to do, at Jayna’s secret instruction: forcefully, firmly, and with an intention to cause her mother’s tits as much pain as possible.
Milk squirted from Carrie’s nipples into the cup, and Carrie gasped with pain, and then mooed again.
All of the four men had their dicks out now and were stroking them as they watched. They were laughing too.
“Look at her,” one said. “She’s acting like a fucking cow.”
“The bitch with the sweet pussy is milking her,” said another. “It’s fucking perverted.”
Luna blushed, and kept milking.
Once Jayna was sure Luna was committed to the task, she pulled Mrs Burkhill’s buttocks apart and leaned in to begin licking Carrie’s cunt.
Carrie’s mind switched off. Rather than try and reconcile the complete humiliation she was feeling, and the agonising pain in her tits, and the pleasurable sensations in her cunt, and her guilt and shame and lust for her own daughter, she just let herself go blank. She mooed like a good cow, and let Luna abuse her tits and Jayna molest her cunt. And when the first orgasm came, she let it happen, and the second, and the third.
At some point the men who were watching began to reach their own climaxes. One of them passed around a paper cup, and one by one they all ejaculated into it.
By the time Carrie was milked dry, she had filled seven small cups with her milk. Jayna was pleased with her progress, although she suspected that Carrie’s pleasingly large fuckbags could produce a lot more than that, if her regular milkings continued.
“Carrie,” said Jayna, when Luna had finally let go of her mother’s tits, “be a good cow and go and offer a cup of your milk to each of those men.”
“Jayna…” said Carrie, in the voice of a woman who didn’t want to do a thing, but who knew she was going to be made to do it anyway.
“That’s a normal thing for a woman to do, if she’s just been milked in front of some men, isn’t it?” asked Jayna. “You want to teach your daughter proper behaviour, don’t you?”
Carrie looked at the ground, defeated.
“Yes, Luna,” she said. “If you’re milked in front of men, it’s only polite to offer them some milk.”
She took four of the cups of milk and walked nude across the sand towards the men, who still had their cocks out. She submissively offered each one a cup of her breast milk. As she was doing so, one of them cheekily took the opportunity to wipe his cock clean on her ass cheeks, and Carrie allowed it to happen.
When all four had cups of milk, one of them passed her their own cup – filled with their semen – in exchange.
“Here’s a little something for you and your friends,” he said, and his friends laughed – a cruel, degrading sort of laugh.
Carrie clearly wanted to throw the cup away or drop it on the sand – but she made the mistake of looking to Jayna for permission, and as soon as she met Jayna’s gaze she knew what Jayna wanted. She brought the cum of semen back with her.
“Mom, what is that?” hissed Luna when she came back. “It’s gross. Throw it away.”
“She’s not going to throw it away,” said Jayna. “We’re all going to drink some. Tell Luna why, Carrie.”
Carrie didn’t know why, other than that she had to do what Jayna said if she didn’t want Jayna to out her as a daughter-fucking pervert. She struggled to make something up.
“It’s… normal, honey,” she said. “Women are… biologically intended to receive men’s sperm. It’s good for our bodies. It boosts our immune system and helps us regulate our thoughts. You really should have been having some every week since you turned 18.”
“But my friends don’t drink cum!” objected Luna.
“I think more of them are sucking off boys than you think, Luna,” said Carrie. “And the ones that aren’t – well, it’s really not good for their brains.”
“Mix it in the milk,” suggested Jayna.
Carrie obediently tipped a third of the semen into each of the remaining milk cups. The men were watching eagerly, and one made a sound of disgusted laughter when they realised what Carrie was doing.
Staring at the three cups of mixed breast milk and cum, Carrie realised that Jayna expected her to set an example.
“Drink up,” she said, and lifted a cup to her lips, and swallowed the contents quickly. She felt the men’s cum slide down her throat, mixed with the sweet fatty taste of her own tit milk.
Jayna looked at Luna.
Luna was crying a little, which made her look pretty. She was so humiliated that she could no longer think straight.
“Drink your nutrient milk, Luna,” said Jayna.
Luna shook her head.
“Make her drink it,” said Jayna to Carrie.
Carrie looked at her daughter, desperate to get her to comply before Jayna thought up some even worse humiliation.
“Luna,” she said sternly, “if you waste the cum of those nice men, I will make you crawl over there and harvest a fresh batch from them with your own hands. You have been teasing them with your slutty little body, and now they have given you a gift, and you *will* drink it.”
“But…” said Luna.
Carrie reached out, grabbed one of Luna’s nipples, and yanked. Luna squealed with pain.
“*Now*, young lady!” said Carrie.
Sniffling, Luna picked up the cup and drank.
Jayna felt her cunt throb with enjoyment as she watched her humiliated foster sister drinking a mixture of her own mother’s breast milk and the cum of strangers – knowing that it was an important step on Luna’s journey to becoming the degraded rapetoy that all women were born to be.
And then, like a good girl, she drank her own milk-and-cum cocktail. It tasted like humiliation, and she loved it.
“All right, girls,” she said, when she licked the last of the mixture from the bottom of the cup. “Go have a swim.”
Carrie and Luna were overwhelmed with relief at the idea of running into the sea, where the ocean would conceal their nudity, and both headed immediately for the water.
Jayna stayed behind, and got out her phone.
There was a message from Bill Burkhill waiting for her, and she felt her cunt throb again with anticipation.
It was a video message. She plugged headphones into her phone, began to play with her pussy with one hand, and pressed play with the other.
Bill Burkhill stood in the master bedroom of his house, naked. He was blushing slightly, and self-consciously covering his cock with one hand. In the other he held a blue scrapbook. On the cover, Jayna could make out the words “LUNA’S SEXY FANTASIES”.
“So I’m, uh, sending you the video that you asked for, Jayna,” he said. “This is… just between us, okay?”
He waved the book at the camera. “I found Luna’s scrapbook, just where you said it would be, and I’m going to have a look at it, like you asked.”
He sat on the bed, and realised that he was still covering his cock with his hand. He looked at the camera again, remembering what Jayna had asked him to do, and changed his position, taking his cock in his hand in a way that the camera could see. His dick was already rock hard – was he still aroused from Jayna cockteasing him earlier? Was he thinking about his daughter Luna? Or did he just like exposing himself to his sexy foster daughter?
“Okay,” he said, clearly a little uncomfortable with what he was doing. “The book is called Luna’s Sexy Fantasies, and, uh…”
He opened the book, and looked at the first page. Jayna knew what he was seeing – a photo of two naked big-titted bimbos kissing each other and squeezing each other’s tits, with a sticker that said, “SO HOT!”
“Wow,” he said. “I know you said Luna was into girls, but, uh…”
He turned the page. He would now be looking at a photo of a teen girl with blonde hair like Luna, bend over a couch, with an older man of a similar age to Bill Burkhill fucking her from behind.
“Into guys too,” he said. “Older guys.”
The next page was two naked teen girls licking each other’s cunts in a 69. Above the picture, Luna had written “Good girlfriends lick pussy”, and below it she had written, “I love raping my foster sister.”
Apparently without realising he was doing so, Bill Burkhill began to stroke his cock.
The next page showed a teen girl sucking an older man’s cock. And Luna had cut out a picture of Bill’s own face and pasted it over the face of the man in the picture.
Bill’s eyes widened – and widened further when he saw the sticker that said “GOOD GIRL”, and Luna’s handwriting spelling out, “I want my daddy’s cock inside me.”
Next was two naked girls kissing as an approving man looked on. A sticker read “SO HOT”.
Next was a naked girl lying on a bed with her legs spread as an older man pumped his cock and sprayed sperm on her face and tits. Again, Luna had pasted her father’s face over the man in the image. She had written, “I’m a good little slut for daddy.”
More naked lesbians. More teens being fucked by older men, some of them with Bill’s face.
“Fuck me daddy.” “I want daddy to use me.” “Daddy’s cock is so sexy.”
Bill Burkhill pumped his cock harder and faster.
And then Bill came to the grand finale of the scrapbook – two full-body nude pictures of his daughter Luna, spreading her pussy for the camera and smiling (as Jayna had instructed her to smile). And beneath them, in her neat, girly handwriting, “I want daddy to rape me.”
Bill stared at the pages, pumping his cock furiously. Then he groaned, rolled to one side, and grabbed a discarded bath towel from his morning shower from where it lay on the floor. He draped it over his crotch, continued pumping, and moments later he was clearly ejaculating into the towel as he stared at his daughter’s naked body.
Jayna allowed herself to reach her own orgasm as she watched Bill cum from the thought of raping his daughter.
He stayed there, shuddering, looking at the photos for a full three minutes after his orgasm.
Then he got up, picked up the phone, and ended the recording.
There was no going back for Bill now. What he had just seen had forever categorised his daughter in his mind as a sexual fantasy. He would never look at her again without thinking about sticking his cock into one of her holes.
And that was exactly what Jayna wanted.
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This is such a hot story! Really looking forward to further updates. In the meantime I have been rereading it a lot lately.