After feasting on Grace’s lovely desserts, eating her baked goods off her naked body, then fucking her and cumming all over her daughter’s face, we’ve made quite a mess.  I sit back in an expensive upholstered, high-backed dining chair, and sip my wine, forcing the two ladies to lick each other clean standing on the hardwood floor next to the table.

 

I currently possess the body of Kadir, Grace’s husband, Ella’s daddy. A family of awful, spoiled, rich assholes that took everything from me. And tonight, I take everything from them.

 

Grace goes first, standing  and leaning down a bit to lick at Ella’s face. The girl is shorter and smaller than her mother, though both are petite. Ella is 18 but looks so much younger, all baby-faced and innocent.

 

Grace’s face itself is still glazed with dried ice cream and other juices, her body a mess as well. She’s such a nurturing mother, she laps her tongue out of her leather ring gag holding her jaw open wide. Holding Ella’s face gently, cleaning my jizz off her cheeks, her eyelid, her forehead and mouth. She licks around and inside Ella’s matching black ring gag, mixing saliva, forced to make out with her baby girl. Cleaning off the remnants of creamy desserts that clumped up around the girls mouth. It reminds me of watching a mom wipe a kids face clean after eating, but in a sexy way. Mothers should always clean their kids up like this.

 

“The hair too, babe.” Ella’s silky long black hair has some clumps of white cum. Grace struggles to clean it, having to carefully rake her tongue through.

 

When she finally finishes, Grace looks at me. I point at Ella’s body, silently telling her she has more work to do. The girl was forced to sit on Grace’s face while I fucked her, so her crotch has some sloppy juices on it.  From ice cream and plum juice, but also a bit of Ella’s own pussy juice. Grace had licked at her cunt furiously the whole time I fucked, under threat of punishment. Ella couldn’t help but get a little wet. And towards the end of fucking, I had laid Ella down onto Grace’s body, so the little girl’s tits, belly, and part of her inner thigh has some creamy mess to clean up as well.

 

Grace has to kneel down on the hardwood kitchen floor, tongue licking across her daughter’s naked chest, her small tits, slowly licking away at the creamy mess. She lowers down and cleans the girl’s belly, then she gets down low, sitting on her heels right under Ella. She spreads her legs apart slowly and then licks at the girl’s inner thigh.

 

I watch and sip my spiced wine, enjoying the Christmas music playing softly in the room. I glance around from the kitchen looking out over the huge living room that opens up next to it. The massive high ceiling. The huge Christmas tree in the corner. The beautiful fireplace with a warm flickering fire. The mantel above it, expensive Christmas decor and trinkets and family photos. Stockings hanging down. And four hats. Two red Santa hats, a little green elf hat, and a tiny green elf hat for a baby. I get up and grab the three bigger ones, leaving the baby’s. I put on one of the Santa ones and walk back over to the girls with the other two. I rub the inside of each on my cock and balls, still feeling a bit sticky from earlier, cleaning myself up a bit. Then I shove the hats on the girls’ heads as Grace continues cleaning away between Ella’s thighs. Santa hat on mommy, elf hat on little girl. I sit back down. What a wholesome family moment.

 

Grace moves carefully up between Ella’s thighs, reaching her sweet little pussy, lapping away like a good housewife, the red and white hat so sexy, nice blonde and brown hair draping down from under it. Ella whimpers and closes her eyes shut tight, trying to ignore what’s happening, so adorable in her little green elf hat. Her mother thoroughly cleans every inch of her cunt, the little tender crevasse between thigh and pussy, the pubic mound and puffy outside flesh, and then digging into her little folds, spreading her “innie” pussy open and cleaning it out.

 

A few minutes later, Grace stands and faces me, unable to make eye contact, her open mouth drooling and dripping onto her chest, her face and body still caked with desserts and fluids.

 

“Come here Ella, sit on Santa’s lap. She slowly comes over and sits down facing directly away from me, her little butt in my lap over my groin, her legs together, mine spread casually on either side. My cock still limp and exhausted under her soft thighs and cheeks. I hug her around the belly lovingly, leaning my face into her neck and hair, breathing her in. She trembles.

 

“Babe, come here, your turn.” Grace walks over, tits about eye level with her daughter. I force her another step, get her down on her knees face to face with Ella, and wait. Ella slowly grabs Grace’s face with both hands and starts licking, no instructions needed. She laps her little tongue out, cleaning her mommy’s filthy face. Dry sticky ice cream glazed all over, some juice from the plum that was in her mouth still around her lips. And some of the wetness is Ella’s own pussy juice from grinding on her mom’s face. She licks it all clean like a good girl.

 

I make Grace stand and Ella starts licking all over her mommy’s tits. Cupcake frosting all over her breasts, she carefully cleans them off little by little. Some of the wetness is from breast milk. I lean in and try another taste from one tit while Ella works on the other. Sweet and creamy, frosting and milk making such a great combination. Ella works her way across entire breasts, in between and underneath them, then down to belly.

 

Done there, I make Grace raise the arm where I feasted off of her. Sticky with a bit of frosting still. Not much, but I want to see Ella do it, so I make her crouch over her daughter a bit, arching her armpit over Ella’s upturned face. Grace’s face pulled right in front of mine, she turns away trying to ignore me. I lean in and kiss her cheek tauntingly. Her face is nice and clean. “You’re doing a great job Ella, keep it up and Santa will give you presents.” Ella gags a couple times, unable to ignore how gross it is to be licking her own mother’s armpit clean. I smile and nuzzle the girl’s neck, hugging her around the belly on my lap. A few minutes later and she’s all done.

 

“Ok ladies, let’s finish up on the couch. We can get cozy by the fire.” I bring my wine and walk them over to the huge wrap-around leather couch. White carpet on my feet, I sink down into the comfy couch. “Up here babe. Lay over me. Ella right here.” Grace lays facedown across my lap, face resting on the couch next to me, her clean naked flesh so warm and squishy on my groin and thighs. Her butt arches up in the center over my lap, and I spread her thighs for Ella to kneel on all fours next to us and continue cleaning. Ella puts her face in between her mother’s asscheeks and starts lapping away again. I caress Grace’s soft, smooth back on my lap as her daughter cleans up her messy crotch right in front of me.

 

I sip my wine, listening to the Christmas music, the warm fire nearby, little sticky sounds as Ella licks up peppermint chocolate cheesecake. It’s a real mess, so it takes a while. Ella’s getting tired, so I take a hand and hold the back of her green elf hat to nudge her on. She cleans the outer lips, licks through trimmed pubes, gagging every so often. I help her pick a pube off her little tongue here and there. All while her mother’s butt plug stares her right in the face.

 

She reaches the inner folds and keeps stopping, gagging slightly, tongue getting tired. “Keep going baby. Nice and clean, or Santa will put you on the naughty list and punish the fucking shit out of you.”

 

After what seems like forever, Ella leans back panting. I grab an asscheek hard and wrench it toward me, prying everything open so I can see. Grace shifts uncomfortably, but I let go, satisfied.

 

“Good girl, Ella. Ok last thing, mommy’s nasty feet need cleaning too.” The look in the girl’s eyes. She thought she was done. Now one of the worsts spots imaginable. I smack Grace on the ass, making her get off me and turn over. I get her faceup laying on the couch next to me, just her feet resting in my lap now. She covers her face with her hands, sobbing as silently as she can. I grab Ella by her elf hat and hair and make her lay facedown on the other side of me, head and arms resting in my lap, face to face with her mother’s feet. “Lick.”

 

She reluctantly starts licking at her mom’s feet, some caramel glaze still sticky between her toes. But the little girl keeps gagging, starting to totally give up, close to puking. “Ella…” I warn her. She tries, but just can’t continue, starting to cry. I look at Grace laying next to me, and she gives me a worried glance, knowing what happens if they disobey. “Ah ah” Grace tries to speak to Ella through her ring gag pathetically, tries to urge her daughter to listen to me. She lifts up her foot and tries to stick it in her own daughter’s mouth. My limp dick twitches, exhausted but slowly coming back to life. I have these girls trained so well that the mother is actually trying to force her sticky foot in her daughter’s mouth.

 

But Ella’s having a breakdown and can’t. “Ok then girls. You know what that means. Naughty list. Punishment.” I sigh, pretending it pains me, pretending I’m about to do stuff I wasn’t going to do anyway. I get up and grab the supplies and ribbons from the kitchen. “Babe, get the lights down from the Christmas tree. Oh and that star at the top too. And some more ribbon and garland while you're at it. Go on.” She obeys, getting up and grabbing a step stool from the kitchen pantry, under my watchful eye. Then unwrapping things from the tree, while Ella curls up and sobs on the couch.

 

The girls still have their wrist and ankle cuffs on, which make things easy to attach. I sit both naked girls down back to back, on the white carpet in front of the fire. Using ropes and leather straps I bought from the store earlier, I start binding them up.

 

Back to back, butts on the floor, I bind them both around the belly, holding them tightly together as they sit there. Then I grab a Christmas wreath from above the mantle and shove it down over both their heads, snugly keeping their necks together, forcing the backs of their heads together. They shift and whimper from the scratchy discomfort.

 

I then tie up each of their legs. Bending them at the knee all the way, knee up to tit, foot on floor, getting the calf tight against the thigh and tying it tight. They sit with butt plugs digging into their assholes hard directly under them.

 

With all four legs bent, I run rope from one girl’s leg to the other girl. From Ella’s right leg, behind her to attach to Grace’s left. Then the other side. I tie this pretty tightly, getting their legs spread open pretty good, exposing their pussies.

 

Next I take all four arms and raise them up straight, then bind all four wrists together above their heads. Their elbows bow out a bit, but if one girl tries lowering her arms, it pulls the other girls arms further back, so they awkwardly start wobbling their arms around above their heads, not knowing how to rest them.

 

I grab some red ribbon and wrap it around their elbows, pretty tightly but without hurting them. Now their hands are forced to stay up in a point, wrists all together over their heads, making a tall pyramid, their elbows a bit bent outward but everything staying upright nicely.

 

Then I grab a bit of red and white ribbons and garland and start wrapping their bodies up in a spiral, just decorating them lightly, but leaving plenty of flesh exposed throughout.

 

They start to really tremble and groan, so uncomfortable, straining with their arms up, their butt plugs with so much pressure directly under them. Each girl unable to lean in any direction without pushing or pulling the other girl into a worse position behind them.

 

Then I grab some duct tape from the supplies and tape the nice silver tree-topper star to the top of their hands, forcing them to hold it above their heads.

 

Lastly I wrap some Christmas lights all around them and plug it in. It lights up, beautiful glowing white bulbs, sparkling and shifting around as the girls struggle and move slightly. My own little Christmas tree. My Family Tree. It’s like some odd performance art. Beautiful and sensual. Arms straight up in a point above their heads, a star on top, Grace in a red Santa hat, Ella in a green elf hat, ring gags holding their drooling mouths open as they grunt in discomfort. Necks stuffed in a wreath. Armpits fully exposed. Tits poking out between ribbons and garland and lights. Knees straight up, legs spread open, feet and ass down on the carpet. Pussies straight out in the open, sticking slightly forward just above the carpet.

 

I take my time from there, letting them struggle and sway. I go grab a bag from the stuff I bought. “Ok ladies, time to open your Christmas presents. I’ll do it for you.” I pull out two matching Hitachi wand vibrators, both white with red accents. I get them ready, grabbing some more duct tape, and put them under each girl’s pussy on the floor. “Santa’s gotta put your presents under the tree.” I get down under Grace first, laying on my belly, face between her thighs inches from her pussy. I cant help myself and try a taste of her sweet cunt first. Licking out just above the carpet, inhaling her pubes, kissing her inner thighs on either side of my head. Then I slide the vibrator partially under her. It’s big so she has to shift, engulfing part of the large ball-tip, smushing it against the carpet. I duct tape it securely up and around each thigh.

 

I hurry around to Ella. God she looks adorable, wrapped up and wiggling helplessly. I lay down like before, my face diving straight in between her little thighs. My nose rubbing around in her puffy “innie” pussy, I breathe here for a minute. Her sweet scent, a hint of saliva smell from her mom cleaning her. I taste her, getting carried away for a few minutes, licking into her, finding her little lips tucked neatly up in her. Then I slide the other Hitachi underneath. She squirms in slight pain as I really have to shove to get it nice and tight under her little crotch. Then I duct tape it.  “That’s not going anywhere,” I say in the mandatory dad-voice after duct taping something.

 

Then I turn both on lower speeds and step back. The sound is incredible. A soft vibration, pattering tightly against flesh. Both girls immediately start to squirm around. Even at this lower setting, neither of them are used to this sort of thing, both extremely sensitive. I go grab another glass of wine and sit back to relax on the couch for a bit, still not quite recovered from cumming.

 

Lights dancing around the dimly lit room like slow party lights, from the flickering fire and from their bodies covered in lights. The little human Christmas tree wiggles and shakes uncontrollably in front of me, by the fire. Soft Christmas music fills the room, accompanied by crackling flames and the pattering hum of vibrator against flesh. The girls’ voices start to drown that all out, moaning and squeaking, their most sensitive spots being tormented for minutes on end. I sip my spiced wine, feeling warm and cozy, getting buzzed. A tingle growing in my cock after a while.

 

And I sit, I’m in no rush, this wine is meant to be enjoyed. This is how a father should enjoy Christmas. With a drink, by the fire, listening to some music with his family. His wife and daughter bound back to back in front of him on the floor. Holding a star above their heads, wrapped up in decorations and glowing white lights. Tits on full display, knees up, legs spread, assholes stuffed and pussies tortured underneath them. This is really the only use for a wife and daughter at this time of night.

 

Ten full minutes pass as I sit and watch, the girls like chestnuts roasting by the open fire. They moan and groan, panting, no words, just pathetic little “Ah Ah” sounds from their forced-open mouths. Drool pours down from their ring gags, trails of spit down their wreath and tits and bellies. Their heads wiggle around, little Santa and elf hats so cute. Grace is getting drenched in sweat. The fire so close to them. Ella doesn't usually sweat much, but even she has a nice moist sheen to her little body. And that soft pattering sound from the vibrator is becoming louder and wetter as time passes. I start to notice a slight smell of sweat, mixed with a bit of pussy. Even from a few feet away where I sit, their feminine scents start to fill the room. I start to harden, and I begin stroking my growing cock, still sipping wine with my other hand.

 

Ella starts to shift around, pushing back, trying to get away from the vibrator strapped under her. And she tries to lower her arms, pulling them forward. Which only makes Grace more uncomfortable, torso being pushed forward, arms being pulled back harder over her head. Ella’s so used to being spoiled, she can’t think of how she’s affecting her mother when she does this. At first Grace tries to take the burden, endure discomfort so that her little girl can feel better. But it gets to be too much, forced down harder onto the powerful vibrator. She pushes back. This starts a struggle, both girls giving up on the other, fighting against the intense vibrators, caring less and less about the other girl.

 

They thrash and wobble and moan. Their necks held together at the throat with a wreath, they choke each other as they struggle and move their heads around. Until finally they fall over on their sides, away from the fire. Grace starts going “Ah ah ah” in pain, while Ella squeals. Their bodies pinched and stretched in odd ways. I sigh and get up. I walk around them casually for a minute,  watching them squirm, eyes bulging up at me, begging to be lifted up. “This is what happens when you girls can’t behave.” I lift them back up and they stop struggling, but they're right back where they started, the torment continuing.

 

I walk around them, buzzed from my wine. My cock hard and fully recovered. The smell coming from them is so enticing. Fresh sweat, pussy, but still a pleasant soapy shower scent. I walk up to Ella’s face, stroking my cock. I lean down and plant a wet kiss on her stretched-open lower lip, tasting her drool seeping down. Then I stand and shove my cock straight into her mouth. It goes halfway and she gags so I pull out. I lift her chin to me and stick two fingers in and feel around. Her wet tongue, so soft. I swirl into her spit and take my fingers out, stroking my cock, getting it wet with her saliva.

 

I grab the top of her elf hat and thrust in again, not a care in the world for how this little girl feels. Just using my daughter as she was intended to be used. One pump,  two, and then out before she makes a mess. She gags loudly, a mouthful of mucusy spit coming out of her and down between her small tits. Then she coughs uncontrollably for a bit.

 

I stroke my cock, leisurely walking around the little “family tree”. Grace jolts her eyes up at me, surprised to see me again so soon. I continue to stroke slowly, letting her get intimidated. Then I lean down and kiss her sweaty forehead gently, tasting her salty skin on my lips. Then I stand up and grab her Santa hat and thrust my dick into her mouth hole. I push to the back of her throat, sliding along her wet tongue. She coughs slightly and I hold. A few seconds and she looks up at me. Her pretty blue eyes bulged in shock as she becomes desperate to breathe. She coughs again and I pull back. Enough to give her false hope, a single breath, and then I shove back in hard. She goes a bit cross-eyed, eyes losing focus and staring blankly ahead. But she doesn't gag somehow. I hold. Wow maybe I’ve broken her in enough, gotten her used to this. She coughs and gags finally, a mouthful of spit bursting out all over the base of my cock. I pull out, grab her Santa hat off her head, wipe off my dick on the inside, and smush it back onto her. I let her catch her breath.

 

I walk back to Ella, finally done with her little coughing spell. Her eyes are shut tight, the vibrator under her splattering loudly, she’s so wet. She just holds completely still with her eyes shut, breathing quickly, trying to ignore the world, trying to endure. I silently aim, and thrust my cock into her open mouth before she knows I’m there. Her eyes shoot open in utter shock, her breath catches in her throat, my cock shoved all the way back. Her eyes look up at me in horror, then roll back a bit and she moans like a little animal around my cock. I hear a soft spraying, feel wetness on my foot. I look down and see a stream of liquid gushing out of her little cunt, ricocheting off the vibrator, spraying little droplets in every direction for a full three seconds. Cock pulses against the back of her moaning throat. Piss or squirt? Who cares, and I thrust in and out of her mouth rapidly several times, until she starts coughing and spewing spit again.

 

I pull out of her mouth and she just lets out a continuous soft squeaky moan, staring dazed straight ahead, totally losing control of herself after squirting like that. I quickly lay down on my side on the floor, stroking my cock with one hand, propping up on my other arm, scooting my head in between her thighs, getting face to face with her sopping little pussy, still whirring away on the vibrator. The musk between her little thighs down here is so sensual. A strong whiff from such a little thing, so feminine. I lick at the top of her pussy, right above where the vibrator hums away. I taste her fluid, it’s a bit sour, a bit bitter. She sprayed little droplets all over her tummy and inner thighs. I lick and slurp, a mix of her cum and her sweaty skin. I rub my face into her thighs, inhaling the hot air again, overwhelmed by her little body.  

 

I stand up and walk around to Grace again. She breathes heavily, her vibrator humming away under her. It takes a second to register that I’m in front of her, a cute look of concentration on her face. She looks up at me and mumbles incoherently through her ring gag, seemingly begging me to stop. But she still won’t cum, despite her sensitivity.

 

I kneel down close up, between her spread legs. I nod my head and reach down and turn the vibrator off. She sighs in exasperated relief, breathing heavily, either unaware or unconcerned that Ella’s still buzzes away back there. Then I lean my face in close to hers, rubbing cheek to cheek, feeling her damp skin, sniffing her beautiful hair. I put my forehead to hers, nose to hers, staring her in the eyes, feeling her warmth, her breath heavy and hot. As close as I can get, ready to see her reaction.

 

Her reaction to this. I turn the vibrator back on, up to high, full blast. She inhales a sharp violent breath, wheezing, her eyes go wide staring into mine, losing focus. Then she wails uncontrollably, closing her eyes and losing her mind, she shakes and contracts, accidentally pulling down hard on her arms, Ella behind her yelping in pain as her poor arms are wrenched back far. I straighten their arms and then just watch, casually stroking my cock as I kneel inches in front of her.

 

I grope her shaking body, up and down, her skin so slick with sweat. I touch her warm belly and hips in between Christmas lights, ribbons, and garland wrapped around her. The smell of her so musty, a pungent erotic womanly scent. Not unpleasant, just natural and thick in the air.

 

I lean in and wrap my mouth around a puffy nipple, grabbing her other tit in my hand at the same time. She jiggles a bit in my hand, her whole body shaking and twitching so out of control. Her breast is the perfect amount, just more than a handful. Her flesh so squishy and womanly, skin damp with sweat, salty.

 

And  I suck hard and that salty flavor is quickly mixed with sweetness. Warm milk trickles slowly out of her nipple into my mouth. Sweeter than regular milk, and so erotic. I kneel there for minutes on end, sucking away. Swallowing some, letting some trickle down into the red ribbon right below her tit. I twist and point her nipple up toward her face, squeezing and trying to spray up at her. It’s hard to control, coming out in several directions.

 

I take my time, knowing the longer I take, the more the vibrators drive them insane. She trembles, seemingly unaware that I’m milking her tits all over her, wasting her breast milk just to see it trickle.  

 

I lean in and lick her exposed armpit, still kneading and squeezing at her teats, feeling the warmth delicately spray across my neck and chest. I inhale her pungent musk, her sweaty armpits such a dirty place. A hint of stubble, rough on my tongue. Visible beads of sweat. I lick and inhale. Still a bit pleasant, just a hint of the fruity soap smells from our bath. But a bit musty and sour too. I squeeze and twist at her milky tits for several minutes until it becomes hard to get much more out.

 

The whole time, the Hitachi blasts away on high under her cunt. BZZZZZZZZ, the loud humming is wet and violent. Grace moans and twitches, staring blankly. But she doesn't cum.

 

And then I realize why. Maybe she only cums from insertion. I think back to every time she came tonight, she was getting rammed by something. I quickly get up to find that black face strap vibrator I used on her earlier with Ella. I run upstairs, glancing around, enjoying how much I fucked up their entire bedroom and bathroom. I find the vibrator and detach it from the straps. I take it back down stairs, giving it a sniff and a lick as I go.

 

I hear the soft Christmas music, along with the moaning and buzzing as I approach. I walk back in and it’s like seeing things with fresh eyes. The girls sit strapped back to back, decorated like a Christmas tree, twitching and moaning, vibrators tormenting their poor cunts. The smell of sex and pussy as I approach gets my softening cock rock solid again.  They hold up a silver star tree-topper. A red Santa hat on Grace, a little green elf hat on Ella. Their bodies glowing sensually with white tree lights. Red and white ribbons and garland loosely wrapped around them. All four knees straight up and spread, asses on the white carpet, butt plugs pressed down hard into the floor under them. Hitachi vibrators strapped tightly under their wet cunts on the floor, like presents under the tree. God damn I feel like a kid coming downstairs on Christmas morning.

 

“Ok babe, I think I can solve your problem. This should get you to cum.” I show Grace’s dazed blue eyes the black strap-on dildo. She barely comprehends anything, just drooling and quivering with the vibrator up full blast on her sloppy cunt. I walk around to Ella, the poor girl seems exhausted, about to pass out, just shaking and letting out a slow little moan, staring blankly.

 

I stand facing her, step my feet carefully onto her feet, covering up her cute little blue toenails and most of her almond colored feet. I lean forward and grab around the back of Ella, grabbing Grace around the upper arms and armpits. I pause to enjoy the damp skin again, but then start leaning back. With good leverage, the girls start tipping toward me. They both seem to come to their senses and start grunting and yelping, confused and in pain, straining against all their crazy bindings. Ella struggling painfully under the weight of her mom being tilted onto her. Grace is pretty petite, but still a lot for the poor girl to have on her. I smile, enjoying the struggle, the pained noises they squeal, knowing I could've done this a better way, but it’s so enjoyable. Finally they tip fully forward, Ella’s legs crumpling and splaying out under her into the splits. I lay her down, flat on her belly, side of her face smashed down into carpet. Her arms stretched straight above her head on the floor in front of her. Her hips in the full splits, knees still bent, legs looking like frogs legs smashed under her mother.

 

Grace lays flat out on her back, crushing her daughter under her full weight. Her head falls down a bit to rest on the floor right next to Ella's, necks still bound together by a wreath. Her arms straight above her head, armpits and tits pointing straight up, exposed. Her feet still rest straight down on the carpet, her knees still pointing straight up, legs perfectly spread for me, pussy wide open, elevated slightly off the floor by Ella's butt under her. Her body being a bit taller than her daughter’s, Grace’s asscheeks hang a bit over the edge of Ella's asscheeks under her.

 

Both girls continue to yelp and squeal from the painful new position. Ella is being smothered and crushed under the weight, but she seems fine for now. I kneel down between Grace’s knees and roughly pull off the duct tape holding the Hitachi on her pussy, turning it off and removing it. I reach under and also remove Ella’s Hitachi. Both girls breathe sighs of relief, but Grace still looks up at me nervously, as she should.

 

I take the black vibrator and press it to her hole. She gapes open slightly, loosened up, drenched from the Hitachi. I swirl it around to get it wet with her juices and then thrust forward quickly. She gasps and wiggles, Ella squealing from the painful movement on her back. I thrust all the way in, stroking my own cock. Then I switch it on.

 

And all hell breaks loose. Grace yelps and shakes wildly, her eyes wide and dazed. She tries to thrust up with her feet from the floor, bucking her hips upward, but she’s strapped to Ella’s torso so well that she just painfully pulls on the girl under her. Her crotch flails around, her hips pumping an inch up and down violently. Realizing she’s already cumming, I pull the vibrator out of her and quickly kneel down with my face right in her crotch, my mouth engulfing her sloppy cunt. She sprays, squirting her female ejaculate within my mouth, blasting into me. The taste is so strong, a concentrated version of her pussy juices. And I taste sugary cream leaking out from deep within her too. She still had some of the delicious peppermint chocolate cheesecake inside her, a literal creampie. I get a taste as it mixes and rushes out with all her feminine fluid. My cock throbs.

 

I lift up and spit it up to her face, splashing across her flushed red cheeks and into her pretty hair. Then I ram my cock into her still-cumming pussy, just to feel it spasming and contracting through its orgasm. I thrust in and out hard, bottoming out in her loosened, drenched cunt. I hear little smothered squeaks of agony from little Ella beneath us, beneath the violent thrusting motion on top of her.

 

Grace desperately tries to push me out, to turn away, to let her sensitive pussy take a break. I don’t allow it, thrusting several more times, wrangling her and holding her steady. Not wanting to cum yet, but on the verge, I pull out and grab the black dildo again. I slam it straight into her hole and  flip it on. She shakes and thrashes, needing to get it out at all costs.

 

Ella is seriously in danger under her bucking mother, so I carefully lift both of their sweaty shaking bodies up and get Grace on the bottom. It’s a struggle, fighting with their dead weight plus Grace’s violent convulsing. But I finally get Grace facedown. Her arms flat out above her head on the floor. Her face resting sideways on the floor. Her chest down flat as well. Her hips struggle to splay straight out in a frog-leg pose like Ella's did, so I grab a pillow from the couch to put under the lower belly, propping her hips up a bit. Her knees dig down into the carpet, uncomfortable but stable. Her calves still tightly strapped to her thighs, her feet stick up off the floor.

 

Ella can finally breathe, but she’s in a whole new predicament. Her arms are straight above her with Grace’s, her head rests right on top of her mother’s. She lies flat back to back on Grace, but since her mom’s hips are propped up a bit, Ella’s crotch slopes upward. Her pussy facing up at me nicely. Her little ruby gem butt plug clear as day. Since her mom takes more of the slack on the thigh ropes, poor Ella's thighs are spread open to the max, complete splits outward. Her calves still strapped tightly to her thighs, keeping her bent at the knees. Her knees practically pointing up to her armpits. Her cute little feet in the air. My dick is a rock. I can’t wait.

 

I crouch down low over them, Ella’s angle looks so perfect for thrusting down into. Her little pussy is sopping, her lips poking out way more than usual, little hole slightly gaped open from all the intense stimulation. I stick my thumb into her cunt, wiggling around, enjoying her insides, but mostly getting a good grip on her, the rest of my hand able to hold her pubic mound and lower belly securely. With my other hand, I reach down and grab the little ruby red gem peeking up at me, stuffed in her little asshole. I pull, but she sucks on it hard. It’s so wet my fingers slip off a few times. I wiggle and twist, and Ella comes back to life, moaning and squeaking, her puppy dog hazel eyes staring up at me in horror.

 

I kneel down, pull my thumb out of her pussy and replace it with my face, my entire mouth engulfing her wet cunt. I drive my tongue in to taste every inch of her from the inside. Sour and thick with her fluids. All while I continue to twist and pull at her butt plug beneath my chin.

 

Finally it starts to pull, her sphincter releasing it. I lean back to watch, then pull hard. It pops out with a loud PLICK sound followed by the cutest little squeak of a fart sound, but no smell, perfectly clean. Just a beautifully crude gaping hole where the bigger of the two butt plugs stretched her tiny asshole into submission. The skin brown, smooth, hairless, and slick with lube still.

 

I don’t hesitate, hurrying before it starts to close, I crouch over Ella’s spread crotch and plunge my cock into her anus. Her eyes go wide and stare up at the ceiling in utter shock. Her pussy clenches and gapes over and over as her muscles gently flex in confusion and pleasure. And the feeling is so incredible. The tightest thing I’ve ever stuck my dick into, well Kadir’s dick too probably. The tightest squeeze from all sides, barely fitting, almost painful at first until she quickly accepts me. Further in, she opens up more, the small ring of her sphincter the main pressure on my cock.

 

I sigh, holding here for a moment. Then I pull back halfway and slide in again, bottoming out, her asscheeks squishing softly against my pubes. Ella gasps and coughs cutely, her sphincter tightening on my shaft with a powerful grip. Then she loosens and I slowly start sliding in and out repeatedly.

 

Then I pull all the way out to let my cock POP out of her hole. She squeals, a mix of pain and unintentional excitement. Her hole winks at me then starts to close, so I push back into her quickly. That intense squeeze again. I growl and lean down onto her, my hands down on the carpet on either side of the girls, my face ravaging everything in sight.

 

I kiss and slobber all over her sweet little face. She whimpers underneath her daddy’s full weight as her asshole is pummeled hard. The wreath around her and her mom’s necks is prickly on my neck, spurring me on like some crazed animal. I breathe into Ella's hair and neck, smothering her from above, inhaling her girly scent, her sweat mixed with some lingering feminine soaps. I lick her ear and temple, driving my cock into her asshole over and over. I slide over and stick my face into her little armpit. Barely a sour smell despite her dripping sweat. I lick and suck, making her feel as exposed and used as possible. A good little daughter, ripe for the taking.

 

I move to her tiny tits, peeking through ribbons and garland and Christmas lights wrapped around her. I nibble and suck roughly, devouring her salty flesh. Her nipples getting red and puffy. Her dusky dark areolas, a bit big for her tit size, I flick and swirl my tongue around them. I taste her spit, and notice how much she had drooled all down her front from all the face-fucking, her mouth always gaped open from her ring gag. The grossness makes me a ravenous beast.

 

I get back into a standing crouch, and hold her tightly by a handful of ribbons and garland and lights around her belly, a nice handle for thrusting deeper. My other hand slides and rubs over her sopping cunt looking up at me. It makes sticky fapping sounds as I rub and rub, still hammering into her rectum, my hips smacking her little buttcheeks. My balls lightly brush on the top of Grace’s ass underneath her. Ella moans and squeaks “AH AH AH” with each thrust, her eyes hazily crossed staring up at nothing in particular, mouth forced open, drooling.

 

Then I plunge a thumb into her slippery pussy again and dig around, hooking and pulling up, clamping hard, painful. One more thrust in her ass and she’s over the edge. Her voice completely stops, breath catching, face going flushed and strained. I pump away, not stopping, and she lets out a wail. Her pussy pushes and clenches at my thumb, a little wet gush around it inside her. I thrust more and she starts wiggling, needing me out of her, needing a rest from the intense orgasm. I finally pull out of her after way too long, her ass making a slight plop sound as I exit. I let go of her as she breathes heavily, finally given a break. Her asshole begins closing, but I reach down and pick up her butt plug, forcing it back in with a pop. She gasps and sobs, a bit of pleasure mixed with her anguish.

 

I suddenly notice how much Grace is panting, crushed underneath her daughter. The vibrator still shoved all the way in her pussy, her hips pointing up just enough to keep it in place, the woman too weak to clench and push it out. Or maybe she doesn't want to, I smile to myself.

 

I look at her sexy position again. Smashed back to back under her daughter. In a sort of doggy position, her butt pointing up at me, pillow under her belly to prop her up. Pussy stuffed with a black vibrator whizzing away, butthole stuffed with an emerald green gem. Her arms fully stretched above her head, laying flat on the floor from tits up. Face on its side in the carpet, moaning, her eyes shut tight. Her knees digging straight down into the carpet, legs spread nicely, calves tied to thighs, feet pointing up. Her classy little toenails painted white for the holidays. Her whole body wrapped in lights and tree decorations, wreath binding her neck to Ella's, a Santa hat on her sexy head. Her whole body glistening with sweat after roasting by the fireplace.

 

I tease her, pushing with my foot gently at the base of the dildo stuffed in her. She wails, her voice raspy… And she cums, moaning and grunting like an animal, noises she would never make willingly. “Fuck, babe, you were that close to cumming?” I laugh and kneel down low, watching her pussy drizzle a foamy liquid around the still-vibrating dildo stuffed inside her. It almost makes a sizzling sound, the fluid vibrating so hard, flesh slapping so rapidly. I push and prod at the base of the vibrator some more, teasing her, torturing her through her intense orgasm. She clenches and the dildo slides out at me fast, finally pushed out by her exhausted cunthole. It falls to the carpet. She pants and wheezes, trying to catch her breath, needing a reprieve. I get up, grab the duct tape, returning to the black dildo whirring on the floor. I pick it up, slam it back in her without warning. She inhales sharply and then screams. “Shhhh! Don’t wake the baby!” I tape her sloppy pussy shut to keep the dildo in her.

 

I sit down Indian style, legs crossed, face down low at Grace’s crotch. I grab hold of her emerald gem sticking out of her ass. I start wiggling it, while casually playing with my cock in my lap with the other hand. I feel like a kid playing with a new toy under the tree at Christmas. Every so often giving kisses on Ella’s little dusky asscheeks right above her mom, licking at Grace’s salty inner thigh. Twisting and playing around with her emerald butt plug. Tormenting her, trying to get different sounds out of her as she moans helplessly, vibrator humming away under my hand. I move along to the rhythm of the music playing softly throughout the room, instrumental “O Come All Ye Faithful”, trying to get Grace’s voice to sing along to it.

 

Then without warning at the end of the song, I put my free hand to Grace’s ass for leverage, and pull hard on the plug. A sudden PLUCK sound, a drop of lube flying down onto my leg, and Grace squeals like a banshee. Her asshole gapes grotesquely right in front of me. A little cute mole on her inner buttcheek right next to it, a couple stray hairs she missed in shaving. I stick two fingers in, feeling around inside her ass. It flexes and winks, slimy with lube. Squelching. “Babe, your asshole is so disgusting, god you didn’t even shave it. Listen to that, why’s it making that nasty noise?” I try to humiliate her, actually enjoying her pretty asshole immensely. Grace sobs pathetically, in pain, completely humiliated. I quickly get on my knees, keeping my fingers in, and aim my cock. I lie to her, “God, you smell like shit. Your asshole is so filthy. What the fuck’s wrong with you?” She’s devastated, but I secretly cant get enough, her hole is so clean, a pleasant smell from the lube actually.

 

I push forward, sliding my raging dick next to my fingers, prying her open, trying to squeeze way too much all at once. She shakes and squirms trying to stop me. Unlike her daughter, who despite everything seems to at least get pleasure out of anal stuff, Grace hates every second of this. I slide the fingers out and wipe the nasty slime on Grace’s foot sticking up next to me, defiling her pretty painted toenails, grossing her out as much as possible. The fingers were too much to fit, and even without them, the tip of my cock struggles at her opening. Her sphincter desperately trying to close, prevent this disgusting act.

 

I reach under my balls from below and push my thumb hard against the tape covering her pussy. Grace’s voice catches in her throat, choking on her spit a bit as she gasps in shock, the dildo vibrating in her pussy digging in deeper. At the same time, I grab tightly onto some lights and ribbons around the middle of Ella's belly in front of me, getting a good grip, then thrust my hips forward into Grace’s butt, using the distraction of the vibrator to penetrate her asshole. I feel myself pop in finally. Grace cries in pain and humiliation.

 

She’s the type of woman who has never and would never do anal. Never allow even a touch down there. Bitch you out for even suggesting it. But I violate her without remorse.

 

It’s so fucking tight, strangling my cock, maybe even tighter than Ella somehow. I grunt in pain, but smile knowing how much worse it is for Grace. This perfect little housewife, so pure, vanilla sex life. And I’m raping her up the ass, her daughter strapped to her back. I savor it, sliding slowly, all the way. Her hole opens up further in, a vice grip only at the sphincter. I bottom out, my pubes squishing her asscheeks, my balls pushing into her taped pussy. I pull back an inch then drive hard all the way, again and again. Short deep thrusts, my shaft still getting strangled uncomfortably. I smack over and over into the tape, bumping that dildo inside her cunt, trying to get more and more reactions out of her.

 

I can tell how much pain Grace’s in, her voice a low raspy grunt. I pump in and out for another minute, but I can’t take much more. It’s too tight, and she won’t cum with this much pain. I slide back, her asshole sucking at me hard, like it won’t let me go. At the base of my tip it feels like it’ll pull the head of my cock off. I drive back in deeply one more time, making Grace’s breath catch, then I wrench myself out of her with all my strength. With a loud PLOCK sound my dick pops painfully out, and Grace screams. I rush around to hold my hand over her mouth. It’s not quiet enough, so I grab the wreath around the two girls’ necks and lift both their heads up harshly, their bodies straining against bindings. Ella whimpers in discomfort, and I shove my cock straight into her mother’s wailing mouth hole.

 

Grace’s muffled scream persists for a second, vibrating nicely on my cock, and then she scrambles to turn her head, trying to get away. I hold her head steady. “Babe shut up! Suck my dick and shut up! Clean your filthy asshole off my cock! Clean all the shit off!” There’s no shit, but she doesn't know that and starts gagging and coughing. With her screaming stopped, I hold my cock in her throat for a moment, and then slip out at the last second, not wanting her to puke, dropping the wreath and letting the girls’ heads drop back to the carpet roughly. Santa and elf hats flopping.

 

I go back to Grace’s ass and catch her gaping hole just about to close up already. Damn, it really wants nothing to do with anal at all. I lean down and stick my pinky inside just as it’s closing. Already pretty tight for that, I pull out. Well at least she’s not damaged. I take a quick breather, letting mother and daughter pant and tremble on the carpet.

 

I walk around for a minute, enjoying the house, enjoying the music, the dim lights flickering up the walls from the crackling fireplace and the shaking Christmas lights on the girls. The sun will be up soon, a slight glow out the window. I grab a leather strap and some zip ties from the supply bags. I take another sip of wine and return to the fireplace, setting the supplies right next to the girls on the floor.

 

Grace is shaking, her hips humping slightly up and down, the vibrator has her so close to cumming and she can’t control her movement. Little Ella just wiggling and riding helplessly on top of her mother. Both girls so sweaty and exhausted.

 

I stand between their legs again, reach down, grab the duct tape over Grace’s pussy and pull swiftly. She shrieks as some pubes are ripped off with it, and the shock makes her pussy clench and push. FLOP, out falls the black dildo, coated in her slime, bouncing and rolling on the carpet. Her cunt is red and trembling, gaped open and visibly dripping fluid onto the carpet below. I can see the inside of her vagina clench and open a couple times, on the verge of cumming again. But just barely denied. She breathes heavily, coughing and wheezing, trying to regain her senses and catch her breath.

 

I keep the black dildo on the floor within reach and grab my cock. Crouched over Ella, I spit on her little pussy and plunge down into it without warning. She has a coughing spell from the sudden shock. I grip her cute little feet as handles and ram her aggressively. The angle is slightly vertical, my cock aiming downward a bit. So refreshing and warm. The full tight grip such a change of pace after the ladies’ rectums. She coughs as I slam in deep, not quite able to bottom out with how shallow her little vagina is.

 

I ravage the little girl, leaning in and gently kissing her cute little toes, painted blue toenails, while at the same time completely wrecking her insides. Her coughing continues, becoming violent and gurgling as I roughly use her hole. Then I pat her sweaty belly and pull out. Giving her a short break to catch her breath.

 

I kneel down and plunge as fast as I can into her mother’s wet cunt. Pussy juices of mother and daughter mixing around my cock. Her vagina is nice and deep, I bottom out in her motherly hole. My hips slapping and squishing against her soft flesh. I reach up and force my middle and ring finger into Ella’s recovering pussy. Just as her breathing was starting to steady, she gasps and squeaks in shock again. I wiggle around, my thumb on the outside playing with her red butt plug below. I grip inside her, using her vagina as a nice handle as I thrust into her mother under her.

 

SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT, Grace’s cunt is so sloppy and loosened up. She grunts softly under Ella, desensitized after so much use. “I think I broke your mommy,” I tell Ella as the girl looks up at me. Cute dazed eyes as I grip her pussy and prod her butt plug. “Let’s wake mommy up.”

 

I pull out of Grace, grab the black dildo from the floor, and shove it roughly into the woman’s pussy again. Her eyes jolt open with a renewed look of horror and sensitivity as I turn it up on high. She shakes and moans like a beast under her daughter. I pull it back out and shove my cock back in her. Her insides are trembling, loose and drenched with fluid. I slam as hard as I can from my kneeling position behind her, a dozen times. Her desensitized cunt is coming down from the edge again, calming down. I pull back out and shove the dildo in. She starts mumbling incoherently. The torment is too much for her, she’s babbling underneath her daughter. Her orgasm building up again, I ram the dildo in and out, fucking the housewife’s cunt like it’s never felt before. She inhales and holds her breath, about to burst. I pull the dildo out and shove myself back in, bottomed out, her warm insides engulfing me.

 

And she cums, letting out a weird groan, spit gurgling in her throat, the side of her face pressed down hard into the carpet, drool pouring out of her ring gagged mouth. A wave of feminine fluid floods around my cock within her, gushing out as I thrust in and out of her, spurting with each thrust.

 

The fluid stops coming out of her, but her vaginal muscles stay flexing. Grace is unable to stop cumming, just shaking and groaning into the carpet. I pull out of her, my cock ready to burst any second.

 

I grab Ella’s little red gem butt plug and wrench it out without warning. A little popping sound, some lube dripping out of her hole lewdly, the girl screams. I plow into the helpless girl’s asshole without mercy, pumping with abandon, grabbing her little sweaty hips and thrusting with all my strength. My cock flexes and pulses within her, overwhelmed by the extreme tightness of her hole.

 

I cum. Looking down at her little pussy, leaking juices, it’s cumming along with me unintentionally. The smell of sweat and pussy and lube. Squishy sweaty flesh gripped tightly. Sour taste of pussy still on my lips.  Daughter screaming, mother drooling underneath her. Slapping and squelching sounds. All drowning out the Christmas music, the crackling fire, the baby screaming upstairs, the sound of a cop pounding on the door.

 

I flood her little asshole with cum. Spurt after spurt.  Her tight sphincter milking me, squeezing it out, betraying the poor girl, sucking me dry.

 

Panting, still oozing inside her ass, I use the last bit of strength in Kadir’s body to buckle a strap of leather tightly around my waist, binding me to Ella’s torso as best I can. I reach for the zip-ties and tie my wrists behind Ella’s arms, behind her little head. Her elf hat falls off as I bind her daddy tightly to her.

 

And I leave his body. The last thing I see is Kadir snapping back to reality on the floor, hunched over his wife and daughter, unable to remove himself, stiff cock plunged deep into his daughter. His cum sloshing around his dick within his baby girl’s little asshole. His wife crushed underneath, babbling and drooling.

 

* * *

 

The revenant spirit rushes out of the house, its vengeance complete, its purpose fulfilled, free to move on from this world. The family that wronged it is forever changed. Kadir spent the rest of his cursed life behind bars after his atrocities are revealed on the home security footage.

 

The End