Bambi the Preppie Princess

When Bambi's mom died of cancer when her daughter was just a thirteen year old entering puberty, it in no way diminished the overindulged and privileged upbringing of the suburban, socialite princess. With her father preoccupied with his professional success and business associates, and her mom immersed in a sort of ongoing pageant to determine the “queen bee” among the ladies of their community, it wasn't like Bambi ever had any deep emotional ties or had grown accustomed to receiving any affectionate displays of love from either parent anyway. Mrs. Ardsley's passing only really served to evaporate what little limitations it had, from time to time, previously imposed on the ascension to Bambi's, almost every desire. If it weren't for some kind of almost idyllic principle of naïveté decency, a fairytale ‘good over evil' virtue that she possessed, the beautiful, smart, and popular young lady might have easily lost focus and spun off, out of control.

At five foot ten inches, and one hundred and twenty two pounds, the golden skinned beauty with the thick blonde, wavy hair that flowing almost all the way down to her ass, was a major attraction. Bambi's exquisite, c-cup breasts were blessed with large peachy areolas which each framed a large pink nipple, almost absurd in scale. Her firm, round, heart-shaped, bottom was almost intoxicating to behold. But without a doubt, the most valuable of all Bambi's physical assets was her face. Her big blue eyes and pouting lips had mastered the expressions she had patented in amassing her arsenal.

From the time that the string bean-like, awkward girl began to develop and mature, Bambi observed how her newly formed parts were ogled by a lot of people with whom she was taken aback by, at first to behold the covetous and lusting natures of their leers. Instead of becoming outraged or embarrassed when a friend's dad, or a teacher, or one of her dad's employees, or a couple of guys at the mall, stared and gaped in awe at her ass, when her skirt failed her, or her nipples, poking through her nearly soaked t-shirt she wore braless by the pool, Bambi delighted in the power that their adoration of her gave her. One day, a little more than a year ago, when, for the first time, she noticed her own fathers glare transfixed intently on her panty clad rump in the mirror as she stretched forward on her toes with her lower abdomen against the edge of her vanity tending to her eyebrows, she hesitated for the first time ever, however briefly, before mentally delighting in the attention. Wearing only her panties, she noticed the immediate and impressively conspicuous effect on her nipples that being admired in a sexual way by her dad had caused, and trembled in enjoyment. Mustering all of her composure, Bambi turned around in her most nonchalant manner to face him and give a most casual “hey daddy, how was your day?” as she reached for her bra, then strutted past the frazzled man as she put it on. From that day on Bambi began to use even her own dad's lust to manipulate him and get her way.

Bambi's imposed independence and the comfort with supposed superiority that she had acquired, aided the bright minded beauty in honing to perfection, the application of all her physical and mental attributes in the arts of feminine persuasion. Having learned to arouse and attract like the best of sirens, Bambi's decision to limit her sexual favors to heavy petting, some enthusiastic, yet incomplete oral explorations, and masturbation, with the most discreet and trusted partners who, without exception, had no reservations whatever in ceding all control to her. On the other hand, although her maidenhead remained intact, Bambi toke pleasure in having her nipples sucked and nibbled as she instructed, and absolutely loved being orally serviced. In fairness, her sexual encounters were limited to only those who yearned for her control and included two females along with four lucky fellows. Beside her field hockey coach, Ann Bond, and her French teacher, Mr. Chalieu, her liaisons were wealthy young kids from other upstanding Wellborn families. Bambi had become almost so talented in this game of ‘lady getting her way', taking pride as she used her sexual appeal to gain favors and connections, that the rare individual not intently desirous of her approval or attention, could easily have interpreted Bambi as a self-centered, manipulative, elitist, stuck-up, heartless, cock-teasing bitch, (albeit a stone cold fox of one). Nonetheless, in Bambi's perfect little town of Wellborn , an individual like that was almost as rare as an individual who would ever admit being like that. Well, that is until Victoria Marsh came to town.

Victoria Marsh was a fashion model at the tail end of a stellar career when she and John Ardsley began to date each other. It was only two years ago but gained momentum quickly. The waning limelight and media interest in the one time major celebrity spared Bambi the embarrassment of her dad appearing in the trashy tabloids as Victoria 's latest boy toy or sugar daddy that might very likely have occurred a short time ago. Although she withheld her opinion from her daddy, Bambi disliked Vicky and thought of her as a curtain-grabbing slut because of her drinking, reported recreational drug-use, and many previous, often scandalous, publicized affairs and flings. These sins, along with the fact that she had posed nude in a few high-end men's magazines, made Victoria Marsh unworthy of her daddy's love, in Bambi's eyes. Bambi tolerated the affair since it mostly took place down in the city, and not in Wellborn, where they lived, and dismissed it as a fling. She figured her dad deserved someone beautiful like Vicky to be sexual with as long as that was its extent. The arousal her own teasing caused him made her realize that he, like most men, had needs. But when he announced their engagement and imminent plans to move Vicky in with them to his daughter, just two month ago, it was Bambi's worst nightmare.

Thinking how the few brief encounters she had had over the past two years with the woman were subtly hostile with them both presenting an air of contention toward the other, Bambi non the less promised herself that she would in fact try to have an open mind and get along with the woman for her dad's sake. In fact, hoping to impress the lady, she took particular care in her daily workouts and grooming, and selected her most flattering outfit before her arriving, attempting to impress her and seek some acceptance. She also instructed Ms. Fano, their cook and manager of their domestic staff, have the groundskeeper and maid make special preparations for Ms. Marsh's arrival.

The teenage debutant and the thirty one year old retiring model immediately clashed in a vicious, uncompromising battle for John Ardsley's attention, devotion, and rule of his home. After announcing that Ms. Fano, after 14 years, along with her staff, would have to be replaced, Victoria 's first words to Bambi were; “Bambi sweetheart, you look wonderful! I swear, with a few years of hard work, and a little attention to your grooming and appearance, you might have a shot at modeling yourself !” Bambi bit her tongue a bit, then blurted, sarcastically; “Wow, how awesome! Maybe my tits and pussy will be on display in boys locker rooms and yanked out from under their mattresses to be jerked off to someday too!”

“Bambi! How rude!” John began, stunning himself for the rare objection to his child.

“It's okay John,” Vicky said, then turned to Bambi. “As a matter of fact my dear, with the body I was by some chance blessed with, I've just sort of learned to deal with having guys jerk off to me. I'm proud and comfortable of my body and of my sexuality, Bambi, not ashamed or embarrassed. When you become a mature adult you might understand, darling.”

The two constantly bickered and argued and screamed and slammed doors and broke things for the next three days when they were both at home without John. When he returned to his castle, both women immediately competed for his attention in a decidedly seductive way. When at last, bedtime had arrived, Victoria made sure their bedroom door was ajar, knowing that just down the hall a few feet, Bambi's was as well. As Bambi lay in bed trying to relax and forget the tense hate for her fathers new bride by touching and fondling herself, she heard their voices and listened intently.

“Very good Johnny, you filthy slut you. Your goddess likes her bitch's pretty, new lacy panties. Slut red too, perfect choice. Now tuck that big nasty cock and saggy old balls of yours back into your ass crack, and squeeze it real tight for me so when you pull them up, your package gets pulled on enough to make it look like there's a real pussy under them. Good boy.” Victoria hissed.

Bambi's head spun in a toxic cocktail of horror, shock, and sexual arousal as her dad began moaning.

“Doesn't that feel nice, my dirty slut? Beg me to go on, thank me, you ingrate, pray to me and tell your goddess what you want!” Vicky ordered.

The loud and distinct clapping crack of a hand smacking skin pierced the air.

“On your knees when you pray, you worthless, stupid bitch! She barked.

“Please my goddess, please use me to torture and amuse yourself with my agony and humiliation so I might prove myself worthy to pleasure and worship your sacred body as you see fit.” John muttered. “Uuuuuunnngghhhh!! Thank you my goddess!” he began moaning as she began torturing him.

“ Torture me! ” Victoria whined, mocking her new husband. “Torture yourself, you pain lusting slut, can't you see I'm tired! Show me how far you're willing to stretch your nipples by yanking on them for me, while I have a cigarette and try to relax after putting up with that stupid, spoiled, ugly cunt you think is your daughter all fucking day.”

Bambi listened as her dad moaned while his wife paced around the room puffing on her cigarette and complaining about her attitude and shortcomings, interrupted only by an occasional shout of “harder! Pull them harder!” for a good five minutes.

“That's it! Now hold them there real still for me, and close your eyes, and I'll allow one of the to be used to snuff out my cigarette on. Would my bitch like that?”

“Yesss, very much my goddess, please!” John groaned.

Will I use the same one for the third time in a row John? Will it ever get a chance to finally heal up before I go and burn the shit out of it again? Or will I use the other one for a change?” Victoria taunted. “Don't peek now, and don't scream too loud and let that skanky blob of afterbirth Bambi, find out her daddy's a pain lusting bitch.” She warned.

“UUuuuuUUUUuuuHHHH, YYYyyeeeeessSSss, Thank you, my goddess.” he moaned and panted, while she giggled in delight.

“Now get me my riding crop and bend over and grab the footboard of the bed with your girly panties around your ankles so I can fuck your bitch ass with my strap-on for a few laughs!” She snapped.

As Bambi listened to them, she felt as if she were in a dream, or nightmare rather. She realized that she had been frigging herself impulsively and arose slowly to creep toward their door and confirm that this was in fact, actually taking place. She stood in stunned silence, fondling her breasts and fingering her self vigorously as she beheld her daddy and his domineering bride. Victoria snarled her lips in a cruel smile and giggled with content and contempt as she bucked her hips, viciously stabbing up into John's ass releasing a hand from clutching his hips to whip him one with her crop, as he moaned and panted. Fixing her eyes on her daddy's huge erection that waved and bobbed as it dangled unattended, Bambi was startled by Vicky screeching; “What are you staring at you ugly bitch!?” She looked up to see she had been discovered by them both as they paused to look at her. Only after a long awkward pause, when Victoria said, “your little spoiled bitch is peeping like a nosy cunt and strumming on her her clit while she drools at your big dick like some white trash whore” before Bambi realized she was naked and still masturbating. “I should whip the sneaky littly spy's prissy ass raw for this!” Vicky sneered.

“How? How could you let her do this to you daddy? Why?” Bambi sobbed.

Bursting out in laughter, Vicky responded. “How? You see fucking how! Why? Let's see, Why? Hmmm.” She said as if pondering. “Tell your little girl what you are John. TELL HER!”

“I'm a shameless slut and whore, who's satisfied only when he's being used as someone's bitch” he mumbled in disgrace, eyes lowered.

“There; he's a whore, he's a bitch, okay? That explains WHY. Now either get the fuck out of here and go back to bed and diddle your nut out by yourself, like a frustrated little prissy virgin hypocrite, or come on in here and fuck that nut out on your daddy's bitch face, you big, ugly, stuck-up piece of shit”, Victoria snapped, as she resumed plunging her hips and slamming her latex cock up John's sodomy loving colon.

Noticing that her victim/husband remained transfixed on his daughters incredible nipples, and encouraged by the fact that Bambi had not yet reacted to her ultimatum, but remained in a frozen gape in the doorway, Victoria urged her husband in a low, sultry voice.

“Look at the freakish looking nipples on the big young slut, John. Your baby's big tit nubs are way longer than yours, and we've stretched them past where they get gawked at when folks see them. Ask your little angle to come and let her daddy get a closer look at them. Tell her she can stop going at them with her fingers like she is for a while, and you'll suck and bite on them for her like a good bitch.” Victoria 's eyes devoured Bambi as she purred her enticements at the girls father.

Bambi's blushed and tingled in excitement over every inch of her creamy skin. She slid both hands under each breast and lifted them as she strolled toward her father to present him with. She stood before him as he clutched a bedpost with both hands and lifted her right boob within a centimeter from his face and asked softly “Do you like it daddy? Want to suck it for me while your wife bangs you?”

John turned red and looked away. “Vicky, …I mean goddess, this is wrong, I can't just, …please!” he pleaded.

Vicky whipped her crop across John's ass cheeks, striping them with a dozen scarlet lines. “Answer your child, you pig! How dare you deny her a daddy's tender love when she needs it!”

“Let her watch us. She can even beat me. She likes girls, I know ‘cause I've seen her with one. You can play with her, just please, I can't. I've fought off my lust for years because she's my daughter,” John whimpered.

John was surprised and Victoria was elated when Bambi grabbed her dad by his hair with her left hand and pulled him to the boob she held in her right. “You heard her, bitch! Suck my tit! Nice and hard! Use your teeth a little, but I'll kick your balls flat if you bite too hard.” She moaned and looked up at Victoria and softly said; “Thank you mommy. I'm sorry for being a bitch, but I never imagined that you would share. Can I get my clit licked soon? Is my daddy a good cunt sucker?”

“Your daddy's mouth is a wonderful fuck, sweetheart. I've trained him to suck dicks as well, if you ever want him to do a guy for you. And now that you're willing to be a good girl for your new mommy, we can get closer and learn to share even more than this bitch-boy together, darling, much more.” Victoria offered while she lead John onto his back in the middle of their bed. Lifting his legs over him to continue his buggering, Vicky motioned for Bambi to ride his face. Bambi squatted her wet folds over her dads mouth and then began slowly and forcefully grinding it back and forth on him. Taking her dads legs from Victoria 's hands, she leaned forward and kissed her mouth deeply.

Bambi had just begun to regain her awareness of reality as her senses returned from their tour of Nirvana, when she felt her fathers' face writhing beneath her crotch in a panic crazed reaction to her asphyxiations. Before raising herself from him, she looked ahead into her new stepmothers' approving smile. As if she were a victorious gladiator with her spear raised over her victim waiting for Caesar's capricious decision, it was not until Victoria motioned with a delighted smirk for Bambi to spare her dad.

“Wash your daddy's bitch face off for him if you want to Sweetie. Piss on the scum bag if you can.” Vicky suggested before Bambi's dismount progressed very far.

Bambi beamed with depraved joy as she hovered in a squat over John's still gasping face spewing her piss over him.

After letting Bambi whip John with the riding crop while he licked Victoria's dildo clean of any evidence from its application in sodomizing his bowels, the two ladies, at Vicky's suggestion, bound him, upright and spread eagled to the bedposts at the bed's foot, and gagged him using both their panties, as he had begun to protest over his daughters further involvement. Escorting Bambi onto the bed with her, as John looked on, both defeated, yet erect, Victoria nuzzled along side of the big healthy girl and sighed before rolling to her side to face her. Bambi likewise rolled to face her new guardian and Victoria , in a ‘girl-talk' guise, began her subtle interrogation.

With her touches, and words of enticement, Victoria soon knew the depth of Bambi's infatuation with sexual control, and possessed the inclusive list of her lovers, to include Mr. Chalieu, her English teacher, and Ann Bond, her field hockey coach, along with those of her age. Fascinated by Bambi's candid admission of having never been vaginally penetrated or having performed oral pleasure to its natural conclusion on anyone yet, then proudly rambling over her extensive experience and frequent enjoyment of orally induced orgasms she insisted on allowing her lovers the honors of endowing, Victoria laughed in glee. When Victoria asked whether Bambi had ever caused pain or considered causing pain as a means of self entertainment or arousal, the young lady blushed.

“Yeah, a lot”, she confessed “…but I've never tried it, I would be ruined if that kind of thing got around”

Running a finger in a light teasing circle over Bambi's right breast, Victoria looked in the girls eye and said; “If I promised you a life of privilege and ability to enjoy having your most sadistic fun with folks, without the possibility of ever unwillingly being on the receiving end or having another care in the world, would you be willing to demonstrate your devotion to your mommy by granting me a wish as well?”

Bambi though about how she often struggled to deny her urges in easily enticing one of her eager and obliging lovers into submitting to being tortured for her pleasure. Her frequent and numerous fantasies and dreams of evil scenarios of erotically sadistic joy flooded into her mind. She tingled at the thought of her repressed obsession of seducing her girlfriend and secret lover Beth to willfully submit herself to endure violent physical abuse and obey the vilest, most degrading and humiliating transgressions for her amusement. Bambi's mouth began to quiver a little thinking for a second about the recent dream that had caused her to awaken from in orgasmic bliss, in which she viscously tortured Carol Bly's family, the ‘slow', dorky bitch with the coke-bottle glasses from school, forcing them to violate each other as she savagely murdered the three of them. Bambi considered how wonderful it would be if the ‘evil', ‘sick' thoughts that she always conjured up into her mind in order to achieve her orgasms weren't a cause for repression, frustration, and major bouts with guilt and shame.

“Wouldn't you just love being able to literally beat the fuck out of some stupid, trashy bimbo with me and your dads' support and approval? You could fist the bitch and spit in her slap swollen face, and I would help if you wanted.” Victoria saw the effect of the cruelness she was tempting the girl with and was encouraged. “Shit, with the type of wealth, power, and influence that your father and I each posses at your disposal, we could even get you some hillbilly runaway slut, or some poor, young, ignorant Thai bitch, to have some fun with and torture to death now and then, just for shits and giggles. Doesn't that make you wet just to think about?”

Bambi looked at her fathers' new bride with an expression of obvious and exuberant interest as she considered the other side of the equation. She thought of what wish her decadent mommy would possibly have her grant for such an extraordinarily valuable offer. Bambi looked over Victoria 's luscious body, well maintained and famous for its erotic appeal and wondered if the woman wanted her to participate in a sexual favor or act, or for her to submit herself to endure some kind of painful torment. Maybe, it was both. Bambi's mind raced and pictured increasingly heinous ways of the flesh she would possibly have to provide the irresistibly delectable whore in order to enjoy the life of hedonic bliss that was promised.

“What do I have to do?” Bambi pried.

“Oh no, you have to agree first before I tell you.”

Bambi came to the conclusion that just about anything she might endure would be worth what was promised. The fact that she had developed the major ‘hots' for Vicky and her daddy sexually, was merely icing on the cake. Turning her gaze to her dad's wide eyed look of powerless dread and loathing for his daughters impending fate in the hands of the woman who's unconscionable cruelty was the virtue that he had found most irresistibly attractive, Bambi smirked, the suddenly jabbed her foot into her dad's balls.

“I'll do whatever you tell me to, mommy', Bambi vowed.

Victoria took on an air of importance and rose from the bed and began pacing as she repeatedly asked the girl if she was sure she, and if she really would do anything that she was told, over and over until Bambi was actually pleading on her knees at Victoria's feet to consummate the deal. Victoria smirked at John who was totally mesmerized by his family's interaction and sporting a vein riddled, throbbing erection of epic proportion in testimony of his exuberance, and raised her foot to the frantic girl saying, “Kiss mommy's feet Bambi, like a good girl”.

Seeing her husband straining against the bedposts that his wrists and ankles remained lashed to for a better view of his daughter on the floor, a few feet from the side of the bed, Victoria pushed the girl with her foot, improving his view.

“Get on your back with your hands at your side baby, so mommy can see you” Victoria said as she continued shoving Bambi along with her foot. She ran her toes all over Bambi's voluptuous flesh with callous disregard as she inspected and probed obscenely, then began poking and pinching with the lower digits at Bambi's breasts, which started the prone beauty panting.

“Look how nice it is to see her grovel for me and finally submit to someone for a change, John. I think it's about time your daughter finally had a person in her life that she, instead of playing for a putz and manipulating like the arrogant, condescending bitch she is, learns how to show some respect and devotion of her own to, don't you think John?”

Leaving John's bulging eyes and looking down to Bambi's lust drunk moaning; “We just might become a close-knit, loving little family after all”, she teased. Victoria slowly traced her toe along her husbands' baby girls' heaving torso until it teased lightly over her pussy lips, still very swollen and sopping wet, and asked; “Tell me sweetheart; you claim you're still a virgin, technically anyway, is your maidenhead still in one piece my dear?”

“Yes mommy,” Bambi replied in between her gasps, “I've been really careful about saving it.” She gushed, intensely aroused, anticipating her fate and asked, slurring her words as if intoxicated; “you want to hold me down and make my daddy rip my cherry for me?”

“Bambi, you nasty slut you, you're daddy doesn't deserve to be your first fuck. I think you regard him way to much, he's nothing but a punching bag and fuck toy for us to use and pass around to our friends; as long as we make damn sure his upright public image stays unscathed. We'll have to get you accustomed to treating him as the pain-slut bitch he is, and not the power broker you're used to seducing to get your way from.”

Victoria stepped around to straddle over the girls tummy, and squatted down to lay over Bambi, face inches from hers, breasts mashing together. “What I want is your sacred oath of eternal loyalty and devotion to me,” Vicky announced to Bambi, who appeared almost disappointed as she digested the request.

Victoria told Bambi that she should think really deep for a second to consider before agreeing, because if she were ever to betray her mother or rebel against her, it could mean the life of her father, or even herself. As this penalty sunk in Bambi's head, Victoria began grinding her hips on her step daughters', and urging her to make up her mind and respond.

“I swear it! I swear I will be loyal and obedient, and forever on your side. I'll be a good girl for my mommy, and no one else, ever.” Bambi avowed as their eyes remained locked.

“Wonderful!” Victoria cried out in bliss, then kissed Bambi's mouth deeply as they writhed their bodies together. Abruptly, Vicky's head rose and her body froze. Looking at Bambi's surprised stare she added; “As a token of the vow you've just taken, I'd like you to beg me to take your virginity. But before you kneel like a dog and beg for mommy to rip your fuck hole open with her dildo, I think your father should run his ass out to the garden and gather a dozen long stem roses to honor the occasion.”

Vicky untied John and told him to hurry and also to make sure he clipped the roses so that they would be long enough for the thin, two foot tall vase on their dresser. She also told Bambi to go get the video recorder while she made preparations.

Bambi and Victoria had just finished setting up the camera as John walked in with the red roses he had clipped, as it began recording. With a few thin red scratches that were oozing blood in various places from his naked, nighttime encounter with the thorny bushes to accompany the several bruises, welts, and inflamed nipples adding to the thrill that Bambi felt at the novelty of his nakedness. She noticed that his dick was still impressively large even though his erection had subsided. He knelt before the women and offered his bouquet to Vicky who turned and walked to the dresser as she lauded him in a mocking, sarcastic tone for selecting such premier specimens to honor his daughter. Bambi noticed the puzzled look on her dads face when Vicky, ignored the vase he expected she was getting for him to place the thorn strewn stems into, and opened the top drawer, retrieving a long strip of red silk cloth. Victoria wrapped the cloth around the bottom of the long stems while John, his expression now worried, held them for her. Grabbing them by her improvised handle, she began crumbling the blossoms and tossing the torn pedals over the lush white comforter she had laid out on the floor.

“Look Bambi, how nice the pedals decorate the, soon to be blood splattered, old quilt. The family heirloom is about to become a real memento.” Victoria placed the handle of, what was now a dozen thorny green stems bound together at the end by the satin handle, and said; “Thank your father Bambi. Whip the bitch's hide off with these real good, so he'll always remember this special night, dear. I'll fuck his mouth with my strap-on so its good and slimy when I fuck you, that should stifle the pigs screaming so you can let loose on his ass.”

Standing before him, Victoria held her latex phallus to her husbands' lips and sneered; “Say ‘Ahhh'”. Immediately, Bambi inflicted her first brutal lashing causing the thorns to tear across her dads' ass cheeks,

“AAAAaaaaaaahh!!!!” he screamed as his bride thrust into his mouth. The two ladies laughed as they established a rhythm to their respective chores. Bambi became excited to the point of having to restrain from orgasm, as the thrilling novelty that her long repressed desire to inflict sadistic, cruel torment, finally became a reality. She literally drooled when after turning her father to bloody hamburger from his thighs to half way up his back, grabbed his hair in her fists and slammed his head repeatedly, causing her stepmothers latex cock to brutally impale his gullet before finally retracting it to spit into the gasping mans, face.

“I think our baby's ready now John” Vicky goaded.

Barking directions, Victoria quickly had Bambi on her wide spread knees with her ass in the air begging as she was instructed, for her daddy to put her mommy's big dick in her. John, on his blazing back with only his face below his girls' very motivated dilettante entrance, moaned loudly when his malicious mate bought her feet together to maul his scrotum as she knelt straddling his chest aligning the dildo with its objective.

“Do it daddy, stick it in me now! Put mommy's big dildo in me, please!” Bambi was begging, but John dared not act without Victoria , whose voracious face, beyond his daughter's crotch and her pipe-bomb armed harness, assigning him whatever ethical treason her devious mind fancied.

“You hear your little slut, you stupid faggot! Feed my big fat dick to you baby's hungry little cunt.” Victoria scoffed.

John hesitated for a second to contemplate the events, when Victoria immediately responded to his non-capitulation by smashing his balls under her toes, growling; “Do it bitch, now! Work that big, knobby head into the whore's fat cunt lips! Yeah, serve her to me like a good little bitch, so I can stab your prissy little tart's cherry.”

After John had manipulated the bulbous head of Victoria 's adorned faux prick so it was just beyond Bambi's vulva, with the thick, long shaft still out in the cold, Victoria swiped him aside to watch in anticipation for his groaning child's impending assault.

“Look back at mommy and get ready, I'm going to fuck it in you really and deep so it hurts like hell for mommy's little whore, I want you to really remember me doing this for you. Now beg for it!” Vicky leered.

A guttural “UuuuuuunnnnnNNNnnggGhh !!!” interrupted Bambi's mumbled “Please fuck me” ramblings when Victoria grabbed the big girls hips and plowed her hips forward, driving her dick in to the hilt until a piercing slap of her hips against Bambi's cheeks was heard. Victoria held every centimeter of the ground of the rapturous penetrated territory her assault had gained for a long moment of occupation before slowly retreating almost entirely, only to slowly return. Blood dripped onto John's face as Bambi moaned in primordial uuooh's and aaahhhh's, still undecided if the rush of pain was a distraction or a compliment to her sexual arousal.

“Suck that bloody clit! Work your tongue on it.” Victoria snapped at John, who's talented and passionate execution of his spousal superior's direction promptly removed any confusion, obliterated any aversion, and indeed inundated his daughter with only appreciative joy for the ecstatic and blissful sensations of this ultimate path to orgasm. Responding to Bambi's enjoyment, Victoria increased her rhythm until she leaned forward, and pressing her breasts onto Bambi's back, purred in her ear; “That was a sweet cum Bambi, I want your next one to be even better though! I want to see you do the fucking now, ride mommy's dick a little.”

Motioning, pointing and mumbling, Vicky had her eager family where she wanted in a flash. She sat back on the plush, cushioned chair and had Bambi sit on her lap facing away as she fucked herself up and down on the dildo, while John knelt licking his daughter's pussy and pumping his dick with a fist, in preparation to cum when Victoria instructed.

“Smack his face if he's not licking good enough, punch the bitch, or spit in his bloody, piss spattered, cunt fucked face while you fuck yourself on my dick, if it'll make you hot. You'll cum really, really better,” Bambi heard her cruel pro tem mother's tempting and felt her fingers tweaking at her nipples. She found the entire suggestion very appropriate and insightful and the excitement that ensued caused not only Bambi's own colossal orgasm, but a concurrent and similarly extraordinary response by Victoria as well.

The lady's legs quivered and trembled, and spastic twitches of vaginal aftershock surged in erratic waves as the two beamed widely, victorious.

“Hey Johnny boy, get up here and pump a big thick wad of cum out of that big fat dick of yours. Jerk it off into my mouth.” Vicky chimed.

John, as if he had been barely able to refrain any longer, stepped up and spewed a good 10 spurts of hot, pearly sauce into Victoria 's open lips, as Bambi looked on awestruck. After rolling the treat over her tongue and humming approvingly, Victoria grasped Bambi and kissing the astounded kid, spit the delicacy into her mouth.

“Don't swallow it; I just thought you should get a taste. Spit it back into your daddy's mouth, like the cum dump he is.” Victoria instructed. “Let him have a treat before he sucks all his baby girl's mess off from mommy's toy.”

The starry eyed girl gushed and looked at her father who heaved, panting from his physical activity, and purred to Victoria; “Can I hurt him while he licks it, mommy?”

Bambi finally had the loving, close kind of family she wanted.