Jenny stopped paying attention as the men made their plans, because the loving that her little sister was giving her was now taking up her whole attention. Her head was full of nothing but making love to this gorgeous little tramp and her amazingly beautiful pussy. It tasted salty and musty and squirmed delightfully on Jenny's tongue as she made eager love to it, and when her fingers went into it while she lovingly fondled her clit with her tongue, the little tramp's sex muscles would clamp and release on them, actively fucking them!
And between Jenny's thighs, the little tramp's busy little mouth and fingers were working so hard to make her big sister happy too. Then Jenny increased her pace, and the slut couldn't hold back. She began thrusting harder with her hand as her hips also worked harder. Jenny grabbed the wriggling ass as the little tramp started gyrating, having to fight to keep her mouth on target. She sucked her clit in rhythm with her motion, refusing to let it slip away.
The tramp's reaction to her efforts was thrilling. Her breathing grew deep and turned into soft moans as she clamped her arms around Jenny's waist and mashed her huge breasts into her, the gyration of her hips turning into a grinding, humping demand for more. Jenny's tongue became almost frantic, determined to send her little sister flying even higher because the little tramp was pushing with her lips and tongue into Jenny's pussy with frenzied determination to not lose her concentration as her whimpers and the clenching of her pelvic muscles gave away what was happening. But Jenny loved how the tramp fought to keep her lips and mouth in motion, and how she pushed her hand between Jenny's thighs from behind to frantically finger her despite the fact that her body was spasming.
Her moans became continuous and she finished climbing her way to the joyful reward Jenny was working so hard to give her, but Jenny thrust her finger inside the tramp anyway, wanting desperately to keep her cute little sister riding this orgasm as long as she could make her.
Jenny herself was well along the ride of pre-climax joy as well, so once the little tramp lost her fight and became overwhelmed by her climax, which Jenny felt through the tramp's vagina contacting on her fingers, she easily kept her own pleasure going by grinding and humping on the fingers that gripped her pussy as her little sister came.
When the tramp was able to move again, she suddenly became energized again, sucking and squeezing and fucking, determined to return the pleasure. She brought Jenny the rest of the way to her destination and the sensations exploded within her hips and gripped her thighs and waist, shaking her with delicious love pouring forth from her little sister.
She gasped at last and fell exhausted to the table, bathed in satisfaction and contentment while the little tramp gentle stroked her pussy with a now languid lip, also enjoying a happy and contented glow.
Jenny smiled at the pussy in front of her. It really was the prettiest one she had ever seen. She had to face facts. From now on, no matter who else her new life as a slut had her fucking, the little tramp was from now on her favorite pussy.
Once they could pay attention to their surrounds again, the men let them know they would be taking them away!
Daddy told them, "Grab some cheap stuff you wouldn't care if you lost. Just teeshirt, shorts and flipflops. You won't need your purses or phones."
She wanted to pout. He was going to let the men take them away while he stayed here and played with Tanya! An evil voice inside her urged her to tell on Tanya and Daddy, letting Greg know they'd been dating behind his back! But she suddenly realized that Greg was treating Tanya as a slut. Maybe... he already knew about it?
"What about their birth control?" Tanya asked as they climbed off the table. Jenny did her best to not let her dissatisfaction show as she followed directions. Tammy was right behind her.
As the were walking out of the room, Daddy answered, "Marge made me get them implants when they turned sixteen."
"Good idea," Greg chuckled. "These horny little sluts would probably just start popping babies out if you didn't."
When they returned, Daddy told the two men, "You know the rules. Don't do any physical harm to them, and bring them back safe and sound. The curfew is in time to get ready for school. Other than that, you can do whatever you want with them."
"What if they don't want to?" Greg wondered.
"Bring them back here and we'll discuss. They've both promised to be my sluts from now on, so if they want to keep their promise, they have to let men use them."
He looked at Jenny and Tammy. "You understand, right? You're up for everything. Even a little pain, as long as they aren't injuring you. "
And to the men, he added, "No harm includes no drugs or alcohol, got it? And don't get them arrested."
"Of course," Roger agreed. Greg nodded.
The next thing she knew, she was getting into an unfamiliar car and wondering what was in store for her. Roger was taking Tammy some other place while she was riding with Greg!
While buckling his seatbelt, he pointed to their trash receptacle. "If you're wearing a bra or panties, take them off now and toss them into the trash can."
She giggled and shook her head. "Daddy only said shorts and tee."
As he touched the start button, he looked at her and ordered, "Prove it."
With another giggle, she pulled her tee to show him her tits, then pulled the waistband of her shorts down to show her pussy.
"Good," he said, and started driving the car.
"Umm... do I call you Greg? Mr. Polk?"
He shook his head. "Listen carefully. Any men you fuck are 'Mister' unless they like 'Sir'. Any girls you fuck are 'Ma'am', 'Missus', 'Mistress' or 'Miss', their choice, unless they're sluts too, in which case they're just 'slut'. The man who loaned you to me is either 'Owner', 'Master', or 'Daddy', so ask him later which it is, next time you see him."
She nodded obediently, remembering it all with great care.
"You are just 'slut'. A slut doesn't care who the man is. Just like your mama didn't bother catching the name of the man who made you. So 'Mister' should always be enough. Got it?"
"Got it," she replied with a confident little nod.
"If for some reason you do know their name and you need to identify them, maybe to distinguish between them, the men are "Mr" and their last name, and the married women who aren't sluts are "Mrs" and their last name and the single women are "Miss" and their first name. If you ever have to distinguish the man who owns you from others, he is "Mr. Moore", got it?"
She giggled more. "Got it, Mister."
"I prefer Sir, myself."
"Got it, Sir."
Sir side-eyed her, then gave her bare thigh a squeeze. "Good girl. Now let's find out just how much you're really up for."
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