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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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My name is Chasity Alberta Glassner, the Tyrants’ daughter. I write these words down so my motivations will not be lost to time, and so there will be no confusion, speculation, or misunderstanding about my actions.

—excerpt from ‘The Tyrants’ Daughter: An Autobiography’ by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mark Glassner – May 9th, 2053

“I’m ready, Grandpa,” little Liza said as she smiled up at me.

Well, she wasn’t really that little at eighteen. She was my youngest grandchild, born to my son Marcelo and my daughter Calypso. Her other grandparents, Alison and Desiree, watched happily as dusky-skinned Liza stretched out on the bed in a frilly, pink nightgown, her lush body peeking invitingly through the sheer fabric.

“I want you to be my first, Grandpa,” Liza cooed.

“You won’t regret it, mi Florecita,” Desiree beamed. Her arms were wrapped around our son Marcelo.

“Master knows how to use his cock,” laughed Alison.

“Yes, he does,” giggled Calypso. She knelt beside her mother, her honey-brown hair, a shade slightly lighter than Alison’s, falling in a thick braid between her breasts. Alison leaned down, and licked our daughter’s nipple with her pierced tongue, then sucked the pink nub into her lips.

It made my dick throb.

“Mmm, that’s nice, Mom,” moaned Calypso. She shivered on the bed.

“After I’ve made you a woman, are you sure you want to be bound to me?” I asked my granddaughter. I sat on the bed beside Liza, my hand stroking her thigh, feeling the youthful vitality of her flesh.

“Yep! I want to lick your cum out of Great-Nana’s cunt!” Liza smiled at me, that naughty glint she inherited from Alison swimming in her dark eyes.

“Just call me Nana,” my mom scolded. “You make me feel so old.”

My mom was a beautiful, mature woman. I bound her in her early forties when her beauty had just ripened into its lush fullness. Thanks to the Zimmah bond, she still looked the same, her body trim, her breasts just starting to sag. Mary cuddled up to my mom on a loveseat facing the bed, stroking my mother’s beautiful tits.

Liza rolled her eyes, “You’re ancient, Nana. Like in your eighties. But you still look beautiful.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” my mom smiled, “and I’ll forget that you called me old.”

“You are definitely not old with a pair of tits like this, Sandy.” Mary gave Mom’s tit a squeeze. Then my wife bent down and sucked a pink nipple into her lips.

In a month, Mary and I would have been married for forty years. She still looked as youthful, and as beautiful, as the day we met. None of us had aged. Mary and I due to our Gifts, and our families due to the Zimmah ritual. Calypso, Marcelo, and Alison all looked eighteen and Desiree twenty-seven.

I stretched out beside Liza, a bit of apprehension entering her eyes. She swallowed, her gaze flicking down to my hard dick. I’d deflowered so many daughters and granddaughters. They usually wanted me to be their first.

“It’ll be okay,” I told her before I placed a gentle kiss on her tiny lips.

She let out a sigh and relaxed into the kiss, her lips working against mine with an eagerness. She wasn’t a bad kisser. I knew she’d played kissing games with her two older cousins, Matt and Tamara, my two other grandchildren from my son Silas and his two sister-wives.

My tongue probed into Liza’s mouth as my hand touched her silk nightie. I slid up the gossamer lingerie and groped her small breast. I felt her little mound, her nipple puckered hard. After tonight, she’d be an A-cup and eighteen for the rest of her life.

“Ooh, Master, you’re just feeling up our granddaughter,” Alison purred.

“Daddy’s so naughty,” Calypso grinned. “And she’s loving it.”

“That’s Desiree’s hot blood pumping through her veins,” Alison purred.

“And not yours, Mom?”

Alison laughed.

Liza moaned into my kiss, trembling as our family talked around us. I kissed her harder, my tongue probing past her lips as my thumb rubbed her nipple through the nightie. Her breast felt so firm as I groped her. So soft.

I had to feel her directly.

I slipped my hand inside her bodice and caressed her warm flesh and silky skin. She shuddered delicately as I massaged her nipple with nothing between us. She whimpered and her kiss swelled with passion.

Her tiny hands rubbed at my muscular chest, feeling my pecs. Her fingers trailed fire that had me groaning into her kiss and my dick throbbing hard. My balls grew tight, holding a load of cum I was eager to spurt into her hot cunt.

Her hands moved lower, passing my stomach until her trembling fingers brushed my pubic hair. She stiffened when she touched the base of my cock. I felt her hesitant grasp on my shaft, holding it lightly, like she was afraid to hurt it.

I kissed her harder, encouraging her.

Her hand slid up it, her fingers reaching the tip. She explored the sensitive crown. I groaned as her fingernail scraped my spongy flesh; a shudder passed through me. Pleasure flowed down my shaft as she played with the helmet, her tongue wiggling in my mouth.

“Oh, Sandy,” I heard Mary moan. “Yes, that’s nice!”

I broke the kiss with my granddaughter, eager to see what had provoked such a sound from my wife. I looked up to witness my mother kneeling on the floor, her face buried between my wife’s thighs. Mary smiled at me while squeezing her freckled breasts and savoring my mother’s tongue in her waxed pussy.

They weren’t the only family members making love. Desiree had mounted our son and rode his hard cock. Marcelo had his face buried between her pillowy breasts as her plump ass flexed as she rode him. Calypso sat next to her husband/brother on the divan, squeezing Marcelo’s hand as Alison went down on her. Our daughter had gathered a handful of Alison’s honey-brown hair in her other hand, pulling her mother’s face into her cunt.

I sometimes missed Alison’s pink hair. It had been thirty years, I think, since she stopped dying it.

“Don’t forget about me, Grandpa,” Liza pouted.

“Sorry, but don’t they all look so happy?”

Liza giggled. “They do. We have the best family in the world. All of us loving each other, and…”

Her voice trailed off; she must have seen the pain in my face. My family wasn’t whole; I hadn’t seen my daughter Chase in sixteen years. She was the only child Mary and I ever had. Sure, we had other children with the sluts, but Chase was special. She was ours. Sometimes I would go days without thinking about her, and then I would be reminded about her and the pain would come crashing back.

She found out the truth about us and it destroyed her.

It was easy to forget that we were human when everyone worshiped us as their Gods. But we weren’t; my wife and I were just regular humans that sold our souls and made the most of it. But Chase was such an idealist, poisoned by some book she’d read. Mary kept saying, “She’ll come back, Mark. We have eternity. We can be patient and let her work it out.”

After sixteen years, I was losing faith that I would ever see her again.

“Sorry, Liza,” I said, turning back to my beautiful, and very nubile, granddaughter. I slipped one of the straps of her pink nightie off her shoulder, revealing a dusky breast and a brown nipple.

I couldn’t resist.

I captured the hard nub, enjoying the feel of it between my lips. I sucked on it hard, drawing as much of her nubile flesh into my mouth as I could. My tongue fluttered about it, making her shudder and moan.

“Mmm, Grandpa!” Liza cooed. “That feels wicked!”

My hand slid down her body as I worshiped her nipple. I drew up the hem of her nightie before plunging my hand between her thighs. She whimpered when I found her dripping, shaved cunt. I shuddered at the feel of her virgin flesh.

I stroked around her labia with my finger, her sighs and coos filling my ears. Her body jumped as I slid a finger between her folds and found her hymen guarding the entrance to her purity. My dick throbbed as I felt that thin membrane, brushing the little holes in it.

“Oh, yes, Grandpa,” she whimpered as she squirmed.

Her pussy felt so silky and soft. Her flesh so hot. My mouth salivated about her little nipple. I had to taste her. I had to feast on her. I released her nipple and slid down her body. My hands parted her thighs. As I settled between them, I inhaled her tangy honey.

“Grandpa, yes!” she gasped as my tongue slid through the furrow of her pussy.

“You are in for a treat!” Mary purred. “Your grandfather gives the best head. For a man.”

Liza just moaned, her face scrunching tight as my tongue licked and lapped at her virgin folds. I savored the flavor of her as I stroked up and down her slit. I fluttered against her, making her whimper. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut. Her body quivered, grinding her snatch against my hungry mouth. My tongue fluttered up her slit, teasing her.

My tongue found her clit, nestled so pink and cute in her petals. My granddaughter jumped as I caressed it, her thighs pressing tight about my head. I fluttered my tongue against her little bud. I made her squeak and gasp in delight.

“Grandpa, yes!” she gasped, her hands shooting down and grasping my hair.

She held on tight as I worshiped her hard nub. Her hips moved as I sucked, her sighs transforming into moans, loud and throaty. She squirmed on the bed, her gasps singing through the air as she ground that hot, young, virgin flesh on my mouth.

I shoved my hands beneath her cute rump, squeezing her tush as I feasted. My granddaughter shuddered. Her mouth opened wide as she made the naughtiest sounds, squeaking and whimpering as I devoured her.

“Oh, Grandpa!” she groaned. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I’m gonna cum! Oh, wow, this is so much better than my fingers.”

“I want to see you cum,” Calypso panted. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, too. Let’s cum together, baby girl!”

“Yes, momma!” Liza moaned. “Oh, wow! Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Calypso gasped, cumming on Alison’s hungry lips, as Liza’s orgasm exploded through her. So much juice shot out of her pussy, I thought she was going to rocket right off the bed. Her thighs clamped about my face as she bathed me in her yummy honey, my tongue dancing across my granddaughter’s folds, licking up every delicious treat she had.

Her enthusiasm seemed to set everyone else off. Mary’s beautiful cries of passion echoed through the room. Desiree’s rapture gasped out of her in her musical Spanish. My dick ached and throbbed as I kept licking at Liza’s virgin snatch, my tongue brushing her hymen, stroking her hot flesh.

“Grandpa!” she whimpered, her tiny face scrunching up with such delight. “Oh, Grandpa, yes, yes, yes!”

She squeezed her thighs tight about my head as she quivered. She held me tight as her fingers dug into my hair. The moans of all the other cumming women in the room merging with hers. All the generations of passion swirling around me.

Then Liza collapsed into cooing, quivering jello. She lay on her back, her little titties rising and falling. I stared up her body as her thighs relaxed from my face. I kissed up her belly, moving up her body. She gasped as I nipped her nipple, her eyes fluttering open.

A big smile crossed her lips as I settled over her. She pulled me down for a hungry kiss. Her tongue fluttered out as I let her taste herself. She squirmed beneath me, making my dick throb and ache so hard.

“Mmm, I taste wonderful,” she giggled when we broke the kiss.

“Yes, you do, Liza,” I told her, then kissed her a second time.

Her body melted to mine again. Her arms tightened about my neck. I groaned, shifting, bringing the tip of my cock to nudge at her waxed-smooth, virgin flesh. Her arms tightened about me. Her lips froze against mine. I broke the kiss.

Apprehension returned to her hazel eyes.

“Grandpa?” she asked, her voice tremulous.

“Yeah?”

“Can I be on top?”

I smiled at her and rubbed my nose against hers. “Sure.”

She beamed at me as I rolled us onto my back. Her light body pressed atop me, lithe as she wiggled about, her nipples kissing my chest. My cock ached to bury into her as the wet folds of her pussy rubbed against it, dripping with her delicious passion.

I lived to deflower virgins. Every day, a pretty, young thing out in the world won the lotto and was brought to me, eager to have a God make a woman out of her. It was a daily ritual that always brought a smile to me to see these eager, scared girls become women on my cocks.

Mary stretched out beside me, a flushed, satisfied smile on her face. She nuzzled against my lips, giving me a hot kiss, tasting our granddaughter’s honey. Liza squirmed more on me, rubbing her little pussy against my dick.

“Go nice and slow, Liza,” Mary advised when she broke our kiss. “Don’t just jam your pussy down his cock. Let yourself stretch. Give yourself time to adjust to his girth. Trust me; you’ll love it.”

“Yes, Grandma,” Liza said. Mary wasn’t technically her grandmother, but we had an unusual family.

Desiree slid on the other side of us, stroking Liza’s leg as our granddaughter shifted around to straddle me. “You’ll love his cock, mi Florecita.”

“I know I will, Abuela.” Liza answered. She contorted her lithe body to bend down and give Desiree a passionate kiss. I groaned at the incestuous sight of the two beauties kissing, my dick throbbing against Liza’s virgin flesh.

Alison pressed up behind Desiree, nuzzling her wife’s neck. “I’m horny; wanna make me cum?”

“You’re always horny,” Desiree said, a naughty smile on her lips.

“Mmm, I am. So, you wanna make me cum or not?”

Desiree rolled over. “I always do, mi Sirenita.”

“It’s why I love you!” Alison said. “You’re just so generous. I mean, look at these big titties!” Alison grabbed Desiree’s big, soft boobs, squeezing them.

Liza giggled at her grandmothers.

“Oh, yes!” my mother moaned from the other side, drawing my eyes.

Calypso had knelt before her, spreading her grandmother’s thighs and burying her face into her snatch. My mom groaned as Calypso feasted. Then Marcelo knelt behind his sister-wife, and buried his cock into Calypso’s cunt; his eyes fixed on my mother’s breasts.

He had a taste for older women. I understood. My mom was a MILF.

I was lost watching my son and daughter fuck my mother until I felt Liza’s pussy lips brush the tip of my cock. I groaned, my attention snapping back to her. Mary held my cock while Liza shuddered, adjusting herself until her hymen pressed on my dick, the barrier separating me from the heaven of her snatch.

She sucked in a deep breath and then pushed down with her weight. Her hymen stretched and stretched. Concentration crossed her face, a serious expression as she pressed down harder. She whimpered.

She backed off for a moment and took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”

“You can do it,” Mary moaned. “Ride your grandpa’s dick.”

Liza relaxed her thighs and let her weight push her hymen against my cock. I groaned at the feel of her hymen stretching and stretching. A whimper ran through her face, her little tits jiggling as she wigged.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped in pain as her weight drove her pussy all the way onto my cock. I groaned as she took me to the hilt, engulfing me in virgin, incestuous flesh. I shuddered, savoring the feel of my granddaughter’s cunt wrapped about me. My son and daughter made this little treasure for me to enjoy.

“Oh, no!” Liza gasped, her eyes bulging, her cunt clenching.

“I told you to go slow,” Mary said as she moved behind the girl and hugged her. Mary kissed Liza’s dusky shoulder, her pale arms holding the girl tightly. Her hands moved, one grasping an apple-sized breast while the other stretched down to play with Liza’s clit.

My granddaughter’s cunt tightened on my cock as Mary’s fingers found her little pearl. “Mmm, Grandma, that feels nice.”

Her hips moved. She wiggled from side to side, stirring her tight embrace about my cock. I groaned at the pleasure bubbling through me. My dick throbbed in her tight sheath. Her face twisted as she whimpered.

“How’s the pain?” Mary asked.

“It’s vanishing,” Liza said. Then she lifted herself up my cock, her tight pussy lips clinging to my shaft. She sank down, letting out a little groan. “Ooh, it’s starting to feel better.”

“How much better?”

Liza rose again, a smile blossoming across her lips. “It’s starting to feel absolutely wild, Grandma!”

“Good.” Mary licked Liza’s neck up to her ear. My wife nibbled on the cute things earlobe. “Now move your hips, sweetie, and lean forward or back. It’ll change the way his cock slides in and out of you. Find what feels best, then ride him hard, my little peach.”

Liza followed Mary’s instructions. The nymphette leaned forward, rolling her hips. Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow! I see what you mean. Oh, Grandma, this is wonderful!”

Mary ground her groin against my cute granddaughter’s ass. “Give my horny stallion a good ride! Make him cum in that cute, little pussy, my sweet peach.”

“I will! The best ride!” Liza boasted.

She gave me a spirited ride, almost as good as my naughty filly, but no one was quite as good as Mary.

I groaned as Liza’s cunt, a tight glove wrapped about my dick, worked up and down my cock. Her firm tits jiggled as she slammed her pussy down my girth over and over. She squeezed and relaxed, the silky friction of her pussy sending wave after wave of heat through me.

Liza moaned and gasped as she wiggled her body and rode my cock. She turned her head to make out with my wife over her shoulder, their lips meeting in a hot kiss. It sent such a twinge through my cock.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Ride my cock. You are such a cute granddaughter.”

Liza only whimpered into my wife’s lips, her cunt clenching down so hard on my cock.

Mary’s fingers stroked Liza’s hard clit. My granddaughter loved it. Her pussy squeezed and relaxed on my dick as she bounced up and down me. Mary’s other fingers pinched and rolled the girl’s nipple, making her squeal.

Liza broke the kiss, gasping, “Oh, Grandma, I’m going to cum!”

“Already?” Mary asked. “Ooh, aren’t you a firecracker, sweet peach?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, stroking Liza’s lithe thighs, feeling her muscles bunch and flex as she rode me.

“It’s just so good!” Liza howled. “Grandpa’s dick is in me!”

She slammed her pussy down my cock. Her orgasm burst inside of her, making her cunt spasm delightfully about my cock. I groaned, loving the stimulation as she bounced and rode me, bringing my balls closer and closer to flooding her once-virgin hole.

“Fuck, your pussy is tight!” I groaned.

“You love it?” she asked, her eyes glassy, her face flushed as she kept riding me through her orgasm.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned.

“Your grandpa loves your pussy,” Mary moaned, her face shining at me over Liza’s shoulder. “The horny stallion is in heaven right now.”

“Fresh pussy heaven!” I groaned.

Liza beamed at me, working her newly deflowered pussy up and down my dick, wiggling her hips, driving me wild with the joy of her snatch. It felt like molten heaven about my cock. My eyes grew so wide as she worked her pussy on me, her cunt stirring me around, giving me such a wicked treat.

She worked her pussy faster. Her snatch grew hotter as her first orgasm died. Her face shone with rapture. Her fingernails clawed at my chest, scratching across my muscles as she worked us both toward an earth-shattering orgasm, my balls growing tighter and tighter.

“Liza!” I grunted. “Damn, you have a tight pussy!”

“Thank you, Grandpa!” she squealed. “Ooh, I’m going to cum again on your dick!”

“Enjoy him,” purred Mary.

“I am, Grandma!”

She pumped her hips faster and faster, working that tight snatch on my cock, driving me so wild with her passion. I groaned and grunted. The pleasure burned hotter and hotter through me. My hands clenched as the heat swelled. It threatened to spill through me. To consume me. My nuts grew so tight.

She bounced on me, gasping, squeaking, the eighteen-year-old crying out with such rapturous need to be filled with my cum. To have it spurting over and over into her depths. She slammed down on me, her cunt clenching hard.

Mary whispered something in Liza’s ear. Her pussy tightened on me as she giggled. Mary winked at me.

“Grandpa, cum in me!” Liza moaned. “Flood your jizz into my pussy, Grandpa!”

My dick throbbed. “Yes! I’ll pump you full of my spunk. You’re about to get your first load!”

“Yes, Grandpa! Flood my cunt with all your cum!” Her pussy spasmed about my cock. Her hole writhed, sucking with such greedy passion for my jizz. “Please, I want it, Grandpa!”

Alison and Desiree, their faces sticky with each other’s pussy cream, watched eagerly. “Flood her filthy hole, Master!” Alison cheered. “Fill our naughty granddaughter up!”

“I’m going to lick your cum out of her pussy, mi Rey!” Desiree promised.

“I want that, Abuela!” moaned Liza.

Every muscle in my body tensed as Liza’s convulsing cunt slid up and down my dick. The silky friction brought my balls to boil. With a grunt, I flooded my granddaughter’s cunt. My spunk spurted hot and hard into her, shooting bliss through my body.

Her eyes widened. She gasped and slammed her cunt all the way down on my cock. She ground her clit into my groin. Her orgasms racked her body as her pussy milked my dick. I groaned with each blast, the pleasure shooting into my mind.

“He’s cumming in me!” howled my granddaughter.

“Yes!” I grunted as my pleasure peaked. “Goddamn, you are amazing, Liza.”

“Now you’re a woman,” Mary whispered in her ear.

Liza beamed, her face flushed in delight. Desiree helped our granddaughter dismount my cock, the slender girl trembling. True to her word, my Latina slut buried her face in Liza’s messy cunt as my mother joined me on the bed.

“Well, son, have any cum left for me?” she asked, stroking my dick wet with her great-granddaughter’s pussy juices.

“Always,” I groaned.

“Yes, yes, Great Nana, show me how it’s done!” Liza squealed as she trembled on the bed, Desiree feasting on her cunt.

Mom shook her head. “Just Nana, you little brat.” But my mom had a fond smile on her lips as she knelt doggy style. “Mmm, fuck me, Mark. Make me cum like you made Liza.”

I fell down on my hands and knees behind my mom and fucked my cock into her cunt. I groaned as I sank into the pussy that birthed me. Alison grinned at me and then fell on her back before my mother, spreading her thighs and flashing that waxed bare pussy at my mother’s face.

“Fuck her hard, Master,” the slut said then grinned at me. She played with her pierced nipples and shivered as my mom ate her pussy. I could just see her tattoo above my mother’s head. “Cum on in,” it read with an arrow pointing down at her pussy.

I remembered the first time I saw that tattoo in the Goth Topic store. Mary had been in the back, I think, trying on clothes, while I fucked around with Lillian and Alison in the front of the store. I was… “training them.”

I missed those days. Things were simpler. Mary and I were just having fun, not a care in the world as we fucked whomever we wanted. We didn’t have our family, though. Our children and grandchildren and, one day, great-grandchildren.

Family was what’s important, and I loved to share these special times with them.

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Mary Glassner

As Desiree attacked Liza’s creampie, I moved to my granddaughter—technically, a step-granddaughter, but I didn’t care that we didn’t share a drop of blood; she was still part of my family. “Want to eat my pussy?”

“Yes, Grandma!” she moaned, her eyes so wide. “You have such a beautiful pussy! You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Mmm, you are, mi Reina.” Desiree’s eyes flashed up at me from between our granddaughter’s trembling thighs.

I loved the words. I mounted the little minx, bringing my juicy pussy to her eager face. I was so glad to be the first on the receiving end of her naughty tongue. A virgin mouth and tongue was as much fun to enjoy for me as Mark got in popping their cherries.

I loved sharing virgins with him.

Liza’s greedy hands seized my thighs. She pulled my waxed-bare pussy to her lips. My tits jiggled and shook. Forty years of debauchery had not whetted my appetite one bit. I still craved wild, wanton sex. I gasped as my granddaughter’s tongue lapped through my still-youthful pussy. I may be in my sixties, but I had the body of an eighteen-year-old. Still perky and tight and sleek with the heart-shaped face of a blushing maiden.

And Mark was still that handsome stud.

I grinned at him as he fucked his mother next to us, pounding her mature body, her heavy tits swaying as he fucked her so hard. I shuddered, grinding my cunt on Liza’s nuzzling lips. Her tongue licked and lapped, exploring me with such eagerness that made up for her inexperience.

“Ooh, my sweet peach, you’re going to make me cum so hard with that naughty tongue,” I cooed. “Ooh, yes, you’re just a natural. You got your Grandma Alison’s skill.”

“Yes!” Alison moaned, her body trembling. “Ooh, I bet she does. Such a naughty thing! Lick your Grandma’s pussy, Liza.”

“I am!” the girl moaned.

Then she jammed her tongue deep into my cunt. She swirled it around, making me shudder. I gasped, squeezing my breasts. My excitement built in me. The orgasm my mother-in-law gave me already forgotten as my body craved another delight from the sweet, young thing writhing beneath me.

Liza’s fingers gripped my thighs so tight. Her hips ground her own pussy against Desiree’s hungry lips. The horny Latina beauty feasted upon my daughter with a fierceness that made me dizzy to witness. She licked and lapped and worshiped her granddaughter’s snatch with such enthusiasm, gathering all my husband’s cum leaking out, an incestuous flood she enjoyed.

It swelled my own pleasure.

“Oh, that’s it, sweet peach,” I groaned, my snatch clenching around Liza’s probing tongue. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum so hard.”

“Enjoy, naughty filly,” Mark grunted, his balls smacking into his mother’s cunt.

“I am,” I grinned at him.

He winked at me, looking so boyish as he fucked his mom. I loved our family so much.

I pinched and pulled on Liza’s nipples. My granddaughter squealed into my snatch. Her lips nuzzled through my folds and found my clit. I groaned as she latched on. She sucked so hard. My entire body swayed, dizziness besetting me from all directions.

Her mouth felt amazing. Just a treat to enjoy. I shuddered, sucking in deep breaths as the delight built and built in me. I licked my lips, my heart pounding away in my chest. The feeling of her sucking on my nub was incredible.

Just what I wanted to experience from her.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I panted. “That’s it. That’s so good. You’re making me feel amazing, sweet peach.”

She moaned into my pussy. Her body shuddered. I groaned, realizing she’d cum already. She was such a firecracker. She bathed Desiree in her honey. The slut moaned in delight, her eyes squeezed shut as she shivered and shuddered.

It inflamed my own desires. Especially as Liza moaned about my clit. She sucked and nursed on it, sending me hurtling toward my own pleasure. I pulled hard on her nipples as I trembled atop her, my auburn hair dancing about my face.

“Liza!” I gasped as my pussy spasmed, rapture rushing out of my snatch and rippling through my body. “Oh, Liza, yes!”

My granddaughter made me cum.

I gasped and moaned, my perky, round breasts bouncing and heaving as I trembled. The rapture surged through me. My eyes fluttered. I groaned as I sucked in deep breaths. I squirmed, grinding my cunt on that hungry mouth.

Waves of pleasure washed through my mind as Liza’s delightful tongue fluttered through my folds. She whimpered and moaned, groaning her own bliss into my snatch as she feasted on the juices flowing out of me and pouring into her mouth.

“Damn, Mom!” Mark grunted nearby. I watched his gorgeous ass flex as he drove his cock into his mother’s cunt. “Fuck, yes!”

“Cum in me, sweetie!” Sandy moaned, such delight in her voice as she united with her son once again, taking him back into her pussy.

I would have loved to have a son, a Mark Jr., to enjoy that motherly bliss with.

My pleasure peaked in me as Mark buried into his mother’s cunt. He grunted, his body shuddering. I knew he spurted his spunk into his mother’s snatch. I trembled, buzzing bliss pumping through my veins as I came down from my orgasmic high.

“Oh, Liza, that was amazing,” I groaned, sliding off the cute girl’s face. “Your grandfather has finished preparing your Great Nana’s cunt.”

“I’m not ancient!” Sandy moaned, her voice thick and throaty. “But, yes, Liza sweetie, I have a pussy full of cum in me.”

“It’s time for you to be bound to us, mi Florecita,” purred Desiree.

“Yes,” Alison gasped in delight. “Go and eat that yummy cum out of her pussy. You’ll be tied to us for eternity.”

“With your family,” Mark said, smiling at his granddaughter.

Such a flutter shot through me. Eternity with those I loved. There were far, far worst fates. But were there better?

Not with the power we had.

Liza scampered across the bed. Sandy rolled onto her back, spreading her thighs for the hungry girl. Mark’s granddaughter knelt down between them and buried her face in my mother-in-law’s pussy. I leaned over and witnessed her pink tongue swiping up a mix of incestuous juices.

“Zimmah,” Mark breathed.

I quivered, almost feeling the energy of the spell. It was such a familiar one. Mark groaned and his mother gasped as their incestuous union powered the magic. Then it flowered into Liza as she lapped at Sandy’s cunt. Liza shivered, bolting up and throwing a look over her shoulder at Mark. She gave him a toothy grin.

“I’m yours, Grandpa!”

“Mine!” Mark nodded.

With a squeal of delight, she planted her face back between Sandy’s thighs and buried her tongue deep into my mother-in-law’s pussy. Liza wiggled her hips as she feasted, lapping up Mark’s cum flowing out of that incestuous hole.

“What a delightful granddaughter I have,” my mother-in-law groaned.

“Great-granddaughter,” Liza corrected, an impish grin on her sticky face. An incestuous mix of cum and pussy juices dripped from her chin.

Sandy grabbed Liza’s head and shoved her face back between those sleek thighs. “You owe me at least two cums for saying that, Liza!”

“Yes, Great-Nana,” Liza answered, voice muffled.

Mark’s cock twitched as he watched. I couldn’t help laughing at the lust that shot through him at the sight. It sent such a wave of heat through myself. I grabbed his cock, still wet with his mother’s juices, and stroked him.

“Enjoy,” I purred, winking at him.

“What are you up to, naughty filly?”

I just smiled at him and then knelt behind Liza. I spread apart the girl’s asscheeks, revealing her puckered sphincter, and tongued her. Liza gave a squeal as I rimmed her puckered asshole, savoring the flavor, so sour and naughty.

I gripped my granddaughter’s butt-cheeks as I probed my tongue against her puckered sphincter. I pressed on it, swirling around, making her squirm and moan into Sandy’s asshole. Her little anal ring surrendered before my tongue.

I buried it into her asshole.

“Grandma!” gasped Liza. “Oh, that’s so wicked! I love it!”

“I bet you do,” Calypso purred as she moved behind me. “And Daddy, you look so hard.”

“So hard,” he breathed.

The wet, sloppy sounds of a blowjob filled the air. My pussy clenched picturing the naughty Calypso sucking on her father’s cock, cleaning off her grandmother’s pussy juices. I loved our family. It was so wanton and naughty.

I wiggled my tongue as deep into her asshole. My hips swayed as I plundered her tight, velvety bowels. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my fingers. Her body quivered and shuddered as I rimmed her asshole, giving her a treat she’ll never forget.

I loosened her sphincter with my tongue. I got her asshole so wet and juicy with my saliva. My pussy cream leaked down my thighs as I pleasured the cute, eighteen-year-old vixen. She had Alison’s enthusiasm for sex and Mark’s never-satiated passions.

“She’s ready,” I groaned, lifting my mouth from Liza’s asshole. I moved my head aside, keeping the girl’s butt-cheeks parted, and showed off her asshole gleaming with my spit. “She’s got another cherry hole.”

“Oh, yes, fuck my ass! “Liza moaned.

Mark grinned at me, his hand sliding through his daughter’s hair.

“Do you mind, dad?” Marcelo asked, the dusky-skinned Latino hunk sidling up beside Mark.

“No,” my husband laughed. “She’s your daughter. Enjoy, son.”

I slid out of the way so Marcelo could enjoy his daughter. It made me so wet to see his hard cock nudging at his daughter’s spit-lubed asshole. My pussy clenched hard when he thrust into her. Liza squealed as he forced his cock into her bowels.

“Papi!” she moaned as he filled her asshole. “Ay, Papi! That’s so good. You’re fucking my butt!”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned.

Marcelo fucked her slowly, leaning over her and grunting softly. I smiled in delight at the sight, fingering my pussy. I heard a purring moan and noticed Alison and Desiree watching me, both kneeling side by side, their eyes hot.

They pounced on me, launching a two-front assault on my body. Alison wiggled between my thighs and attacked my pussy while Desiree went right for my tits. Her lips engulfed my right nipple and sucked so hard. I moaned, Alison’s pierced tongue sliding into the depths of my snatch, swirling around inside of me.

“You wicked sluts!” I groaned, watching Marcelo fuck Liza’s asshole hard, pleasure rippling through my body. “Oh, fuck, Alison, you know how to eat cunt!”

“She’s had enough practice,” laughed Mark. Then he shook his head. “Damn, Marcelo, how’s Liza’s asshole?”

“Heavenly,” he groaned in that Latino baritone.

Calypso’s mouth popped off Mark’s cock. “You can fuck my ass, Daddy.”

“Yes,” he growled.

She knelt next to her daughter, wiggling her face down to share my mother-in-law’s pussy with my granddaughter. Liza’s and Calypso’s faces pressed together, lips kissing each other as much as they worship Sandy’s cunt. Calypso’s fair ass, as perky as Alison’s, wiggled at Mark. He grinned as he spread her open and plunged in.

I shuddered, writhing with my family, savoring this wonderful celebration as my first orgasm on Alison’s tongue built in the depths of my pussy.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Much, much later, the party in our room had ended. Alison and Desiree, their children, and grandchild, retired to the sluts’ bedroom to continue their celebration. I lay in bed with my wife pressed on one side, my mother on the other. Mary’s hand idly played with my chest hair.

“How are things between you and Betty?” Mary asked my mom.

I could feel Mom tense for a moment and then sigh. For the last few months, I heard there was some friction between my mom and her wife. It was noticeable that Betty hadn’t accompanied my mom to the celebration.

“Getting better,” Mom answered after a moment. “She’s almost forgiven me my indiscretion.”

“It was only one village girl,” Mary said dismissively. “Hardly worth her getting upset over. And those Latin women can be quite… feisty.”

“Betty isn’t as comfortable with an open relationship,” my mom answered. “She doesn’t mind if it’s within the family, but she made it clear to me years ago that anything else is cheating.” I saw hurt, self-loathing, and disgust flicker across my mom’s face. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for monogamy. I cheated on your dad, and Maria was hardly the first village girl who found her way into my bed. I get weak sometimes, especially when I’m apart from Betty.”

“She knows that you love her, right?” I asked my mom.

“Of course she does,” Mom sighed. “It’ll sort itself out.” She shifted, then casually asked, “And how is Chase doing?”

It was Mary’s turn to stiffen.

“Well. She spent some time in a village on the Jordan in what used to be Israel, but her relationship with a local boy seems to have fallen apart. She walked south into Saudi Arabia, following the coast,” I answered. “Quatch is keeping tabs on her since she’s in his territory.”

“Like that fat friend of yours is good for anything,” Mary muttered just loud enough for me to hear her.

“What was that, Mare?” I asked.

“Hmm?” She had a look of innocence on her face. “I didn’t say anything, hun.”

“Right, you—”

A force reached into my soul and seized the golden power, the Gift, buried deep inside me for these last forty years. It seized the Gift and ripped it out of my spirit. I screamed in pain at the sudden loss, writhing on my bed as the power left a bleeding hole in my spirit. Mary’s anguished cry barely penetrated the fog of pain.

I collapsed back onto the bed, awash in the pain that suffused my entire being. For an eternity that lasted a heartbeat, my existence became agony. Torture. I could almost feel the hellfire burning across my being.

Then it ended. My Gift was stolen.

My breath came in ragged gasps. I felt drained and sluggish. I didn’t feel as strong as I should. My body didn’t feel as graceful. My enhanced strength, reflexes, and stamina provided by that golden power were gone.

What just happened?

“Chereb!” I shouted, holding out my hand, expecting my Celestial blade to appear.

Nothing came.

“What’s wrong?” Mom gasped, staring at the two of us.

* * *

Mary Glassner

“What just happened, Mark?” I demanded, my heart pumping, my body trembling from the pain ripped from my soul.

Mark shook his head, his body outlined in a faint… red. The shock slapped me. I concentrated and his aura sprang up red. Not the bronze of a Shaman, but the red of a Warlock. His blue eyes widened as he stared back at me. My body trembled in realization. Emotion swirled through me, squeezing my throat, shaking my body.

“It’s gone, Mark!” I sobbed. “Someone stole our Gift!”

“What does this mean?” Mark asked me, his arms engulfing my trembling body.

“I am completely baffled, sir,” Sam replied an hour later as our inner circle met in the Matmown in the mansion’s basement. It reeked of musk; the air was thick with dust. We hadn’t needed to use the shielded room since the Demon Wars ended. “I didn’t think it was possible for the Gift to be stolen outside of the Ganubath ritual. And that didn’t happen, right?”

“Definitely not,” I snapped. After the shock passed, anger filled me. I felt violated. My soul was raped by some entity. “Someone’s attacked us!”

“Maybe we should reactivate the Legion, mi Rey,” suggested Desiree, our Secretary of War.

“They’ve been disbanded for twenty-five years,” Mark said and sighed. “They’re all in their fifties and sixties. The only combat-ready troops we have are the Bodyguards. And there’s only three hundred of them.”

Thirty years of world peace had negated the need for soldiers or even police officers. Everyone on the planet was under our command. Mark and I had ordered them to be good, to love each other, to never commit a crime.

“We should warn the Districts,” 51, Chief of the Guard, said. “I’ll start recruiting more to the bodyguard. We do have a class of fifty in training every year in case we have any losses from accidents. We could easily do six classes a year. I’ll have the guard doubled by this time next year.”

“Do it,” I said.

“Let’s reactivate the Legion,” Alison added. “We can use them to train fresh soldiers.”

“How are we going to arm them?” Jacob, Secretary of the Treasury, asked.

Rachel, one of his wives, sat next to him and nodded her support. “We mothballed most military hardware decades ago, letting the materials be used for the restoration. There’s, what, a plant that manufactures small arms for the bodyguards? That’s it.”

“And there’s the matter of transporting so many troops,” Leah—Jacob’s second wife, and our Secretary of Transportation—said. “Our fleet of airplanes is not large enough to mobilize entire armies. And Boeing only has one manufacturing line any longer. It would take years to ramp up production to build more than a few airplanes a year.”

“There are boats,” Mark’s son Silas, Assistant Secretary of Transportation, pointed out. “We have plenty of freighters.”

“Those are slow,” Leah countered. “If we need to move troops rapidly, that will not be good enough.”

“Master can make Portals,” Lillian, Secretary of Energy, stated. “And so can Mistress. We used them during the Demon Wars.”

“For small troop movements,” Mark said. “It takes too much time to move more than a battalion through Portals.”

“We’re forgetting one thing, Mark,” I said, my voice growing tight. “The Gift. You can’t use the Ragily prayer any longer. Do you even have the Legion’s loyalty any longer?”

I could see the realization crossing my husband’s face. He said, “Mary’s right. We can’t afford to arm anyone not bound by the Zimmah ritual. Anyone else could be turned by a nun.”

“Then we must be vigilant, Master,” Violet, Secretary of Agriculture, declared after a moment of silence. “We should let the clergy be our eyes and ears. There is a church with a priest or priestess in every community. We should rely on them to inform us if anything unusual happens. Otherwise, we may be jumping at smoke.”

Violet’s wife, Cindy, nodded in agreement.

“She’s correct, Master,” Jessica added. “We have the entire world on our side. Even untrained, that is a lot of manpower we could hurl at the situation. A nun can’t get that many of them.”

“That’s a little cold, Jessica,” Korina, Secretary of Education, objected. “We can’t just throw defenseless men and women at the problem.”

“No, we can’t,” I said, tone firm.

In an emergency? Mark asked me telepathically. We strove never to contradict each other’s commands in public. In the first few years of our marriage, that had caused a small amount of friction.

I glanced at him, not liking this one bit, but… Perhaps in an emergency.

“We’ll do it only as a last resort,” Mark stated.

I gave an agreeing nod.

“Maybe we should summon Karen?” Sam suggested.

“It will have to be the old way,” Mark said. “Without the Gift, I can’t summon all the ghosts to fight for me.”

A grimace flickered across Sam’s face. “Maybe you should do it, sir. You are stronger than us. Last time I did it…” She shuddered; Candy patted her hand.

Unfortunately, when I summoned Karen, she was equally baffled. All she could say was, “My sight has been obscured in this matter. Heavenly forces move once more, Master.”

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