Family Summer Barbecue

Disclaimer: This is obviously all fantasy and all age play. If you don’t like age play don’t read this.

“Come on, kiddo, it’s time for our bath,” Dad shouted from the bathroom. I crawled out of bed still groggy from last night’s sleep. Usually Dad lets me sleep in a little bit on the weekend, but since today was a big day, he wanted to make sure I was ready. Dad was already in the bath, his adult parts already big and hard. I got into the bath and Dad sat me on his lap. He tickled me for a few seconds, causing me to move around in his lap. Dad made the funny sounds he usually always makes when I’m in his lap, but instead of the usual play time we would always have, he stuck to washing me. Dad said I’d have a lot of play time later when everyone arrived. After the bath, Dad dried me off, paying close attention to my little parts. He left a little kiss on it before telling me how much he can’t wait to show everyone what I’ve learned since the last time I’ve seen them. Dad was torn between putting me in my favorite princess dress or something that would keep me from getting too hot in the sun. He opted for a pair of shorts that were really tiny and a little t-shirt that I couldn’t read. He helped me put my frilly little socks on and my sneakers before telling me how sexy I looked. Dad told me to go play while he went and got dressed for the day. 

It wasn’t long before everyone started to arrive. Dad was having a barbecue to start the summer. He invited my uncles and my grandpa. I hadn’t seen them since Christmas. As they all trickled in, Dad told me to come downstairs. I was greeted with a bunch of hugs and kisses from everyone. They told me how much I had grown since they last saw me a few months prior. Grandpa carried me out to the backyard, putting me on his lap as he sat down. Grandpa bounced me on his lap as he talked to my uncles. Dad was in charge of cooking the food, so he left me with the rest of the family to be watched. Occasionally, Grandpa would let me sit in my other uncles’ laps, but I always ended up back with him. Grandpa said I was his favorite grandchild, especially since I was the only girl. “Grandpa, I need to go potty,” I said as I tried climbing off his lap. He smiled down at me before holding me in place. “No, sweetheart, you can’t go yet,” he pouted at me. He handed me the bottle he was drinking and told me to drink from it. He called me a good girl as I drank down whatever he gave me. Dad drank out of these bottles all the time, but he told me I was too young to have them. Dad always gave me his special apple juice or milk instead. He told me it’d help me grow big and strong. 

After what felt like forever, I brought it up to Grandpa that I had to potty again, this time really, really badly. Grandpa laughed at me before tickling me. I couldn’t help but giggle and laugh as he tickled me, but I soon stopped laughing when I realized what was happening. I felt a warm, wet spot growing in my shorts. “Oh no, looks like someone wasn’t able to hold it,” Grandpa said before standing up. I left a spot on his pants, but I noticed his adult part was big and hard under his pants, just like Dad’s always is. When Dad turned around and saw my wet shorts he was very disappointed in me. “Bad girl, very bad girl,” he said before walking over to me. “I don’t have time to help you change and you’re too small to do it alone.” He looked up at my uncles and my grandpa and smirked, before telling me to come to him. He yanked down my shorts revealing my bare parts. Dad never gave me panties. “If you’re going to dirty yourself, you aren’t going to get clothes. What do I always tell you?” When my eyes started to well up with tears, Dad kissed me and told me it was ok. Dad told me to go play because it was almost time for everyone to eat. 

Dad, Grandpa, and my uncles ate while I played. I wasn’t allowed to eat yet. Dad said I was going to be getting more than enough milk and apple juice to fill my little tummy, so I wouldn’t need to eat anything. It didn’t take long for Dad to finish his food. He sat at the end of the table, everyone facing him. He pulled me onto his lap, spreading my legs. All the men stared at us smiling, telling me how cute I looked. Uncle Rick told me he loved my shirt. I told him I didn’t know what it said, which made everyone laugh at me. After all the laughing subsided, Grandpa said,“Sweetheart, it says ‘Little Cumslut.’” “Daddy, what’s a cumslut?” Dad smirked before saying, “It’s little girls like you that love milkies. You love milkies don’t you, little one?” When I shook my head yes, everyone smiled at me. “Good, you’re going to be getting a tummy full of milkies today. Everyone’s gonna give you milkies, the only difference is, it won’t be from your bottle. It’ll be from everyone’s adult parts. Is that ok, sweetheart?” I nodded my head with glee, before Dad kissed my mouth. 

“I guess it’s time I tell you all while you’re truly here,” Dad said to everyone. “I didn’t care about having a barbecue to bring in the summer. I just needed a way to bring everyone here. I wanted to surprise you guys. Little one here can now take my adult part in her kiddie hole, and I wanted you all to experience it.” Everyone cheered and laughed, telling me how good I was. Dad told everyone to clear the table before sitting me up there. “Keep your legs open, kiddo. Let everyone see,” Dad said as he stroked my little parts. “See how nice and wet it gets? It’s still really tight, but you can maybe put it in without her screaming and crying too much. I was thinking I’d break in the other hole,” Dad said, talking to everyone. They all agreed in unison before Dad walked around the other side of the table. He told me to lay down as he grabbed some of my jump ropes. He tied the ropes to my wrists and ankles before tying them to the legs of the table. I couldn’t move at all. I watched as everyone got undressed, staring at all the big adult parts. “You’re gonna have to be a good girl for us. I’ll let you play in the kiddie pool when we’re done. You have to be quiet, though. We don’t want anyone taking Daddy away do we?” When I shook my head no, Dad smiled. He kissed my lips, normal at first, but he forced his tongue in my mouth. His tongue explored my little mouth as I felt multiple hands over my body. I heard everyone whispering amongst themselves as they smiled down at me. Grandpa brushed his fingers against my little holes before kneeling down. “Let’s get you cleaned up from earlier, shall we?” Grandpa started to lick my little parts, which felt weird at first, especially because of his beard. When I started to make the happy noises Daddy loves so much, he started to lick a little faster. “She tastes so sweet. Just like all the candy she eats,” Grandpa said. Dad moved away from my mouth so Uncle Rick could come closer. Uncle Rick kissed my mouth like Dad did, before grabbing his adult part. He rubbed it slowly before telling me to open my mouth. I opened it immediately, which led to uncle Rick sliding his part into my mouth. “You’re doing a great job raising her,” he said to Dad, as he continued to move his parts in and out of my mouth. Uncle Rick picked up his speed, pushing his part deeper into my throat. I started to cough and drool, which made me uncomfortable. As I started to move, Uncle Jack and Uncle Ronnie held me down. Uncle Rick moved faster, pushing his part even deeper. He started to make the funny sounds Dad does every time he does that to me. “Here comes your milk, baby,” Uncle Rick said, before groaning. He shoved his parts all the way down my throat before giving me his milk. His milk was also salty like Daddy’s. He kissed my forehead before sitting in the chair. His adult part was still hard as he began to rub it slowly. Grandpa still kept his tongue on my little parts, darting between my holes. Uncle Ronnie was next to use my mouth like Uncle Rick. It didn’t take long for Uncle Ronnie to give me his milk too. As Uncle Jack moved to my mouth, I could see Daddy getting my kiddie pool and putting it in the middle of the backyard. I watched as he put his apple juice in the pool. I was a little sad, because I like to drink it, but I do love playing in it too. While Uncle Jack was using my mouth, Grandpa stood up. He spread my little parts open, giving them a good look. He spit in his hand and grabbed his part, before rubbing it. Grandpa shoved his part into my little part, causing me to scream around Uncle Jack’s part. Everyone hushed me in unison, telling me to be quiet and to be a good girl. It hurt so much, more than when Dad did it for the first time. Grandpa moved his part in and out slowly, matching the pace Uncle Jack was using in my mouth. Uncle Ronnie and Uncle Rick went to my hands, rubbing their parts with my hands. Dad walked around taking pictures. He loved taking pictures so show his friends at work. When Uncle Jack gave me his milkies, Grandpa took his part out of my little parts before shoving it in my mouth. He gave me his milkies too, but his part tasted like my little parts. Each of the men took turns using my little part. It hurt so much, but I didn’t scream or cry because I wanted to be a good girl. Each of them would use my little part, but they still made sure to give me my milkies in my mouth. Afterall, Dad said I was still too little to have milkies in my little part. He said once I’m old enough he’ll give me milkies so I can have a real baby doll to play with. When all the men had a turn using my little hole, they all gathered around, looking at it. “Look how gaped it is now. It was so tiny before, but it’s open now,” Grandpa said. “It didn’t take us long to ruin that hole. Who knows if it’ll go back to how it was before,” Uncle Jack said, laughing. “I don’t think we can call it a little part anymore. I think it’s time we upgrade it to cunt,” Dad said, as he moved his fingers in and out of me. “I think it’s also time I get to break in the next hole. You guys get to watch, but I’m the only one using this today,” Dad said, as he grabbed a pillow from one of the patio chairs. He put the pillow underneath me, which raised me up a little. He told one of my uncles to get him some tape. Dad took a piece of tape and put it over my mouth, just like he did the night he used my little part for the first time. I was very scared because I remembered how much it hurt when Daddy used me for the first time. I didn’t know what he was doing now. He told all the men to make sure they held me down. He didn’t think the ropes were enough. He also told Grandpa to cover my mouth. Once everyone was in place, Dad rubbed his parts against my sore little part. My part was really wet, but he still spit on his hand, rubbing his part like Grandpa did. I figured Dad was going to put his part in my little part again, but to my surprise, he went lower. He placed his part right at the opening of my other little hole. I started to move around more and more as he pushed, but everyone held me down. Dad slid in slowly, but I was already crying, trying to scream. “Fuck it’s tight,” Dad told everyone as he pushed deeper. I was full on sobbing at this time. Grandpa wiped my tears with the hand he wasn’t using to muffle me. Dad moved in and out of me slowly, telling everyone it was hard to hold back. Uncle Ronnie told him to go faster, Uncle Jack agreed. Uncle Ricky grabbed his phone and started to record. Dad picked up his pace, moving in and out faster and faster. Grandpa leaned down in my ear and told me I was okay. He told me he was going to take me out for ice cream and to buy a new doll. He told me he’d even take me to Disneyland for being such a brave girl. Dad moved in and out of me a few more times before making those funny noises. He put his milk in my other little hole. He smiled at everyone before pulling all the way out. They all ran to look at my hole, now driping milk. It was swollen and sore. It hurt to even breathe. Dad came up to my mouth, removing the tape. “Such a brave girl. You’re the bravest little girl in the world,” Dad kissed me before putting his part in my mouth. “Lick it and suck it clean like a lollipop. That’s my good girl,” he said as I licked his part. “She’s so obedient, just like her mother was for me”, Grandpa said. Uncle Jack and Uncle Ronnie helped untie me. Uncle Jack carried me to the kiddie pool, sitting me in it. “Are you ready for your apple juice?” I nodded my head as all the men gathered around. They all gave me their apple juice at the same time, spraying it on my face, body, hair, and mouth. Daddy promised that the next time they were ready to give me apple juice it’d go in my tummy, but they wanted me to splash around for them first. The rest of the afternoon was spent with me splashing around in the apple juice while the men talked. Occasionally, one of the men would give me apple juice or milkies or use my little hole again. Dad told everyone they could stay the night, so I knew that the fun was just getting started.

Christmas Card Pictures

Sir hurried Mariana and me into the car. He had come up with a new way to humiliate the two of us. The calendar just turned to December, and the mall Santa had just taken his post. Sir decided it’d be fun to dress us up like little girls and make us take pictures with Santa. The only difference was, we were in our twenties, and he was going to make it as sexual as possible. We were dressed in pink babydoll dresses. They were so short that our cunts were barely covered. The mall had just closed, and Santa was waiting around for us. He was a close friend of Sir’s, another sadistic dominant that loves to use and abuse girls like us. When we walked in, Santa was sitting in his chair. Sir told us to sit in the man’s lap while he got his camera out. We sat on his lap on either side, our cunts no longer covered by the skimpy dresses we wore. “I hope you two little girls have been good this year. Santa has brought some presents for you two.” Sir told us to smile at the camera, then snapped a few pics. “These just aren’t good enough. These need to be better,” Sir said while putting the camera down. Sir walked over to a bag he had brought, then pulled out two ball gags. He walked over to us, putting them in our mouths. He took in the sight for a second, then frowned. He went back to the bag, then pulled out some ropes. He tied me up first, making sure to tie the ropes around my tits before trying my hands up. He did the same thing to Mariana. He took a few test pictures, but he still wasn’t satisfied. “They don’t look uncomfortable enough. They just look like props. They need some expression on their faces.” Santa nodded, then smiled. He began to rub our cunts roughly with his big hands as he laughed. The disgust was quickly written all over our faces as Sir took the pictures. Santa started to finger us, grope us, kiss us. We were so uncomfortable we began to cry. This still wasn’t enough for Sir, though. He untied our hands and took the gags off, then told us to get on our knees. We were ordered to pull Santa’s cock from his pants. His cock was rock hard and needed to be taken care of. We took turns sucking and licking his cock and balls. Next, we were made to take turns deep throating him. Our faces were covered in spit and slime, which Santa rubbed all over our innocent faces. He spat on our faces just for good measure. He pulled us both up by the hair, then removed our dresses. He threw me over the arm of his chair, holding me down as I struggled. He stuffed his unlubed cock deep in my ass, causing me to scream and cry. Sir made sure to get a nice close-up shot of my face when he tore into my ass. He also got pictures of the tears that rain down my face as he fucked my unlubed ass. He pulled out from that hole then stuffed his cock in my mouth. I cleaned his cock off then he pushed me on the floor, he picked up my dress from the floor, drying off his cock. He didn’t think it’d be fair if Mariana had even a little bit of lube to comfort her. When his cock was dry, he got Mariana into position, fucking her ass too. Her cries of pain now filled up the empty mall. He made her clean off his cock too. The two of us sat in Santa’s chair as he jacked off. He grunted and moaned before covering both our faces and tits. When we were nice and covered, he sat back down in his chair, us on his lap. “Smile whores, this is one is going on the Christmas cards!”

Teacher’s Whore Part 2

It didn’t take long for me to master cock sucking. Though Mr. DeSade enjoyed fucking my throat, he also allowed me to practice sucking cock like a porn star or a true whore. I was so good at sucking cock; he gave me extra credit and told my parents on report card night he saw talent in me. They were ecstatic, but if they knew what my ‘talent’ was, they’d kill me. 

Mr.  DeSade got me a few things to train with, a couple of butt plugs, dildos, and nipple clamps. My homework every night was as follows: one hour of deep throat practice, one hour of wearing the clamps, and thirty minutes of using my plugs. Mr. DeSade didn’t want me fucking my ass just yet. He wanted his cock to be the first thing to violate it. We picked the night of the talent show to do it. This was a school tradition that always happened the day we went on break for Christmas. We listened to the singing and blaring music and cheering; while he fucked my virgin ass. The noise coming from the gymnasium was just enough to drown out my cries of pain. When Mr. DeSade came in my ass, he plugged my ruined hole, then sent me to go hang out with my friends. I felt such shame and humiliation sitting there with them. They were all either virgins or had lost their virginity to their boyfriends in some sweet, romantic way. Here I was sitting with my teacher’s cum in my ass. My cunt still a virgin. Though I felt humiliated and ashamed, my panties were soaked. I quickly became addicted to this feeling. Over the break, I was instructed to continue practicing deep throating, now adding ass fucking to the regimen. Every Monday and Thursday, I was to call him and show him my progress. 

Things stayed pretty secretive between Mr. DeSade and me when we came back from break. It wasn’t until my last semester started that Mr. DeSade put my through my final initiation. I was made to wear more makeup. He encouraged it to be slutty, heavy, obvious. He wanted me to look more like a porn star playing a schoolgirl and not an actual school girl. I was constantly in trouble; due to the fact, my school had a very strict policy on makeup. Nothing but a little mascara, subtle false lashes, light foundation, or concealer to cover up acne, and lip gloss, was allowed. I was now coming to school with dark smoky eyes, bright red lip, big lashes, and everything else. Mr. DeSade would offer to watch me for my detention. This is when he first started fucking my throat and ruining my makeup before sending me home. It took him less than a month to start completely ruining my makeup in the middle of the day. In between classes, he’d text me to meet him in the teacher’s lounge or some private spot in the school. He’d fuck my throat, ruin my makeup, then go back to teaching; while I had to come up with an excuse for my teachers. Sir started to paint my school skirt with cum. Big, obvious white splatters would be draped across my dark navy blue skirt. It was clear as day there was something on the skirt. This also led to me getting detention every day. Mr. DeSade made me give him my panties almost every day before classes started. My first stop before going to homeroom was giving him whatever panties I came to school in. If he was feeling generous, he’d give them back at the end of the week. My ass was to be plugged, nipples clamped. He told me to roll my skirt up and unbutton the first few buttons of my shirt. I looked like the school’s whore. I would make sure while going up and the stairs, any male teacher behind me caught a glimpse. I had a few of them compliment me on the ‘jewelry’ I was wearing. As Mr. DeSade said earlier in the year, a girl like me didn’t need education. I was told to not give a fuck about homework or tests. Sucking cock, getting ass fucked, and having my cunt and tits abused was to be my main focus. Mr. DeSade got a few teachers and students to help me with this after school every day. I started to fail any class that had a female teacher while earning straight A’s classes with male teachers. Mr. DeSade, along with a few other teachers, also turned me into a star urinal. I was the perfect whore, and I hadn’t even graduated from high school yet. The last test had to come to me, though. My graduation from the ‘Slut Academy,’ as Mr. DeSade called it, all rested on my principal. The point of me doing all these things out in the open was to get his attention. When it finally happened, I was anxious but ready. Before going to his office, I stopped off into the bathroom, texting Mr. DeSade that it was finally happening and that I’d update him. 

The principal yelled at me for a few minutes, trying to figure out ‘why the hell’ I’ve been acting up recently. I was always a good student. I was always well behaved. I excelled in all my classes. In the first three years of high school, I had never gotten detention. Now, I practically lived at the school. He talked about my sudden grade drop, the fact I was always breaking dress code, and how I was always leaving in the middle of classes, showing up late, or not showing up at all. He threatened to call my parents and to expel me if I couldn’t come up with an excuse for my sudden outburst. I begged him not to kick me out and tell my parents. When he told me to prove how much I actually wanted to be in this school, I did what Mr. DeSade told me to do. He told me that if a girl wants something, she shouldn’t be afraid to get on her knees to earn it. 

Not only did my principal fuck my throat, he took my virginity, too. Mr. DeSade was so proud of me. My female teachers were confused when the principal went to them, telling them to pass me. He made up some excuse to explain my ‘struggling’. For my graduation gift, all the male teaches and the principal ran a train on me. I was covered in loads of spit and cum, with cum dripping from my cunt and ass. I ended up staying Mr. DeSade’s permanent whore. My parents were over the moon when I graduated with honors. They weren’t so happy when I told them I didn’t want to go to college; and that I wanted to be with a man thirty-plus years older than me, but they can’t have everything they want. Some people leave high school with no idea what they want to be in life. I was lucky to have a teacher like Mr. DeSade to teach that I was just a slut. 

Teacher’s Whore Part 1

“Young lady, this is the second week in a row you’ve had those ‘stains’ on your skirt. You know your uniform is supposed to be as pristine and perfect at all times. Now you’ve been leaving the first few buttons of your shirt undone. Give me one reason I shouldn’t call your parents and get you removed from this school immediately!” I sat in the principal’s office, listening to him scold me. Ever since I started my senior year, I’ve changed. Maybe it’s the raging hormones, or maybe it’s me finally realizing my purpose? This year, my school got a new English teacher. His name is Mr. DeSade, and from the second I walked into his class, he’s been teaching me more than just boring English. I don’t know what he saw in me, but I’m glad he saw it. It all started with little remarks he’d me to me after class. He’d tell me things like a girl like me doesn’t need education. He told me that a girl like me should be at home, cooking and cleaning, tending to a man. Most girls would hear these comments and be angry or upset. They’d run straight to the principal to get him fire, but I wasn’t most girls. After thinking about it, I knew he was right. 

From the comments came him telling me to stay after class. He’d give me a private lesson on submission and how to please a man. Since my lunch period was right after his class, it was easy to spend that time in his room. He’d make me do little things for him, like fetching him lunch or printing papers for him. When he could tell I truly was a willing and eager whore in the making, he took it up a notch. “Have you ever done anything sexual, Ms. Doll?” “No, Mr. DeSade, I haven’t. I’ve barely even kissed a boy, honestly.” Mr. DeSade smirked, walking towards my desk. “Stand up,” he said firmly, walking to the classroom door. He locked it and turned the lights off, something he had never done before. “Only way you’re gonna graduate from the crash course in being a slut is by learning. Lucky for you, you have a teacher like me. Unbutton your shirt.” I did what he said, though I could feel the butterflies and nerves start to run through me. I stood there topless in a classroom, in front of my older teacher, all while barely being legal. My heart was racing. He told me to open my mouth, then stuck his fingers inside. “This isn’t for talking. This is for pleasuring. You suck as much cock as possible with this. This is for swallowing, cum, or piss, whichever the man chooses. Don’t worry. I’ll be teaching you how to do all three of those.” He took his hand out of my mouth, slapping me hard with the same hand. “Your face is used for abuse. It’s pretty, and men like me like to destroy pretty things. Expect to get slapped, punched, stepped on, pissed on, spat on, painted with cum. The possibilities are endless.” He grabbed my throat, choking it hard. “This is for choking. This is the best way to remind a slut that men have all the power. We control when you breathe. Breathing should be the second most important thing to you. The first, pleasing a man.” Next, he grabbed my tits. They were huge, even though I was still in high school. He pulled my tits out of my bra, pulling and twisting my sensitive nipples hard. “These are for abuse, not for your pleasure. Expect a man to hurt these any chance he gets.” He pulled my nipples hard, letting them go, then slapping them hard. He put his hand under my skirt, grabbing my cunt. “This is also for abuse. Pussy whipping, edging, taking a ride on the wooden horse. If you’re lucky, you’ll find a man who actually will use it for something other than pain. I’m strictly an anal guy, which brings me to the last thing. Your ass is up to you. It will be used for pain, of course, like whipping, caning, flogging, but when it comes to that little hole getting fucked, that’s up to you. I’ll give you some advice. Learn to like a man ass fucking you. It’s gonna happen regardless, but I think a girl like you should at least have ‘some’ pleasure.”

The next day, Mr. DeSade gave me a crash course in cock sucking. After the last student left the class, he ordered me to the back of the room. He locked the door after the hallway was clear. “On your knees, slut,” he said, as he turned on some music. He did this to drown out any noise I was about to make.  He looked down at me, unzipping his pants. I knew he had no intention of making this easy. He shoved his cock down my throat, instantly causing me to gag. I gagged, choked, cried, coughed. He held my head as he fucked my throat. The little makeup I was allowed to wear to school was becoming ruined. He came down my throat, threatening me to swallow. I was a crying mess by the time it was over. He told me to get over it and get to my next class. Before I walked out, he told me that if I wanted to continue with this, I’d stay after class tomorrow. If I didn’t want anything to do with this anymore, I didn’t have to stay. Staying meant I was subjected to anything and everything he wanted. The next day after class, not only did I stay after class, I sucked his cock again.