0 comments/ 83719 views/ 7 favorites Christy Ch. 01 By: zaaz Chapter 1: Home for the Holidays "Why are my parents so uptight?" Tina groused to herself as she cleared out four months of accumulated odds and ends from her sister's room. "Yeah, sis is coming home after a semester interning at the World Court in Den Haag in Holland. Big deal. Sis goes to Europe and be a glorified file clerk so I have to miss Teddy Steven's Christmas party." Teddy is one of those guys even parents like. Smart and a jock and his parents have money. It's such a drag missing the party because Teddy's parents are never home and there is always at least one keg. Don't forget the guys. The brainy guys and the jocks will be there. Guys to talk to and guys to make out with. It doesn't get better. Tina kicked an empty box down the hall. "Mom and Dad knew weeks ago Christy gets back," she groused to the walls. "They're the ones who piled all this junk in there. They should get it out. But no, that's not what parents do. They make their slave girl daughter stay home on a Saturday night and do their cleaning for them while they go off to some Christmas party of their own. So Dad's boss is throwing it. Who cares? Christy won't mind if no one is home when she gets in. She's 21 and she's been to Europe! She can open her own doors!" The doorbell chimed in the front hall. "Christy," Tina thought? She looked around quickly to see if the room was clean enough. It would do. At least all the boxes and jumble sale clothes were out. Tina ran down the stairs, her bare feet slapping against the hard wood floors. She slid up to the front door and peered out the peep hole. She barely recognized the girl standing on the porch. When Christy left, she had long blond hair and dressed like miss prim. The girl outside had short, spiky, black hair and was wearing a leather jacket. "Mom is going to kill you!" Tina squealed as she opened the door. "Let her try!" her sister laughed. "She's the one who wanted me to expand my horizons. Well, she got her wish. I've expanded!" The sisters hugged, and then lugged Christy's bags up to her room. They dumped the two suitcases on the floor and Christy tossed her backpack on the bed. Christy tossed the leather jacket on a chair. She was wearing tight black jeans that showed off her ass (no panty lines), a white sleeveless t-shirt that said BOOM CHICAGO in red letters across the front and funky looking black shoes with elastic panels. Tina smiled to herself. Christy looked hot! Mom and Dad would be furious. "Hey squirt," Christy said sitting down on the bed and fumbling with her backpack. "Sorry I missed your birthday. How does it feel to be an adult?" "I wouldn't know," Tina said as she plopped down on the bed. "I'm 18 but I'm still in high school. Mom and Dad think I'm still 12. They wouldn't even let me go to a party tonight." "I'm glad you're here," Christy said. "I got you a couple presents, but I can't give you this when the 'rents are around." She handed Tina a small box wrapped in glossy white paper with red lipstick kisses forming a barber shop pole design. Tina looked at Christy puzzled. What could Christy give her that Mom and Dad shouldn't know about? She tore off the wrapping paper and opened a box that said Pocket Rocket on the lid. "Best vibrator made," Christy said with a huge grin. "Use that on your clit and you'll be cumming in no time!" "Christy!" Tina squealed as her face turned several shade of red. "You were such a prude! What's gotten into you?" "Mom's the prude," Christy said leaning back and stretching. "My horizons have been expanded. I am a woman of the world now!" Tina was in shock. Christy had been so straight laced. She always acted so conservative, always the good girl. Now here she was giving pocket rockets as gifts? Tina looked at her sister stretched out on the bed across from her. She noticed something strange. Christy wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking against the fabric, and there were bumps that shouldn't be there. Involuntarily, Tina reached for her sister's tit and asked, "What's that?" Christy laughed, "I told you, I've had my horizons expanded. Wanna see?" "What is it?" Tina asked? Christy pealed off her t-shirt to reveal pert, C-cup breasts topped with large, brown nipples that now were pierced. She fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples to better show off the stainless steel rings. "Cute, aren't they?" "Oh my God," Tina said slowly. "Mom and Dad…" "Don't need to know," Christy interrupted. "It's none of their business anyway. They're my tits and I like my rings." "Doesn't it hurt?" Tina said lightly touching the steel ring in her sister's right nipple. "It did when I got it pierced," Christy said. "Not that bad, really. I love the way they feel now." "You do?" Tina asked skeptically. "My nips are always stimulated," Christy said with a mischievous grin. "I love the way they feel when I tug on them. Go ahead, give them a little tug." Tina took the ring in her fingers. The metal felt warm and so smooth. She pulled on it lightly. Christy's nipple stood out erect like a chocolate kiss. "You know what feels really good?" Christy asked in a conspiratorial whisper. "When someone sucks on my tits and plays with the rings. Why don't you try? It's fun." Tina dropped the ring and sat back like the thing was electrified. What did her sister say? Did she really just ask her to suck her titty? "Umm, I don't know. That's so lezzie." "Oh come one," Christy chided. "Who taught you how to kiss?" Tina blushed at the memory of kissing her sister. It was the night before her first real date. She'd told Christy she really wanted to make out with Brad, but she was afraid she'd do it wrong. Her pussy tingled as she recalled her sister's soft tongue. Sis kissed a hell of a lot better than Brad ever did. "Well… Just to see what its like," Her skin tingled as she leaned over. It seemed to take ages for her mouth to reach her sister's boob. All the while, thoughts raced through her head. Dad'll kill me. Christy is so hot! This is wrong. Is that going to taste funny? I'm not a lezzie. Is this going to turn Christy on? Finally, Tina's mouth reached Cindy's breast and she sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her tongue slid around the fleshy mound, then gently flicked at the top. She slid her tongue under the ring and pulled on it just a little. Tina felt her pussy getting wet. Christy wrapped her arms around her sister. She stroked her long brown hair with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. "Ooh, that feels nice. Suck it like you'd like to have you're tities sucked. Don't be shy." Tina sucked harder now. She nipped at her sister's flesh with her teeth. She was really starting to get into this. She felt the swelling of the nipple and her sister's breathing get quicker. Her hand was playing with the other tit now too. She liked the way Teddy did that to her. She hoped Christy liked it too. Hands gently pulled Tina's face away from the tit. For a brief moment, fear shot through her. I did something wrong. Christy's pissed at me now. But then she felt Christy's soft lips on hers. Her mouth opened and she felt her sister's tongue slide into her mouth. They kissed passionately. Tongues chasing each other from mouth to mouth, wrestling and then chasing some more. Tina felt her shirt being tugged up and her bra being undone. Tina had to let the kiss end when Christy pulled her shirt over her head. "What are we doing?" Tina said as much to herself as to Christy. She looked into her sister's pretty brown eyes and felt all mushy and melted inside. Like when she was first dating Teddy, but different. "Shhhhh," Christy said. "Take off those shorts. I have something else to show you." Tina kicked off her shorts as she watched Christy dig in her large suitcase. She stopped to kick off her shoes and jeans before coming back to bed. Tina noticed that her ass was at least two shades lighter than the rest of her body. "A tan line," Tina asked? "In December?" "Yeah," Christy said with a shrug. "It took me over a month to start tanning nude. I've still got a bit of a cottontail." Christy plugged in a long, wand-like device the jumped back on the bed. "I got you the home edition, this is industrial strength," she said waving large vibrator. She leaned back and spread her legs. Tina noticed that Christy's pubes were shaved off. She also noticed Christy had another ring on her clit. "It's a hood ring," Christy said when she noticed where her sister was staring. "It's like someone's always playing with my clit. And it feels so good when I use this!" Christy placed the humming vibrator on her clit and began to moan. One hand guided the vibrator while the other played with her pussy. Tina rubbed her own clit. "Am I really getting off watching sis frig herself," she thought? A wicked smile spread across Christy's face when she saw Tina playing with herself. "Here, let me help you," she said as she placed the vibe on Tina's mound. Tina closed her eyes and leaned back as the vibe sent waves of pleasure through her body. She was lost in the sensation of the toy on her clit. Then she suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation join the buzzing. She opened her eyes to see Christy licking her pussy lips. "I hope you don't mind," Christy purred in a throaty, sexy voice as she plucked a brown pubic hair from her mouth. "I'm going to hell," Tina muttered. "Go ahead. It feels great." Christy dove in like a starving man to a feast. She stuffed the vibrator between her own thighs and went to work on Tina with fingers, lips and tongue. Christy licked and sucked Tina's clit. Two fingers slid in and out of the wet slot while the tongue raced over lips, clit and flicked inside to taste and explore. Tina moaned and bucked her hips against her sister's face. "I'm going to make you cum like never before," Christy promised. She worked three fingers deep into Tina's pussy. Using her fingertips, she massaged a spot deep inside her vagina. It felt like a fleshy pad behind the pubic bone. While she worked her fingers deep, Christy trained the vibrator on Tina's clit. Tina felt waves of pleasure building. Waves that emanated from her pussy and rolled through her body. Her pussy muscled contracted around the fingers stroking her insides. Her muscles tightened as the waves built in intensity. Her back arched. Her legs tensed. Her hands grabbed at the blankets. She squeezed her tits as the waves built to an intensity she'd never, ever felt before. Then the dam broke! A tidal wave of pleasure washed through her nervous system. She let out a scream and grabbed the bed for security. She was cumming. She was coming so hard it felt like her pussy was shooting off like a cock. Her pussy was squirting! Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt embarrassed that she might be peeing on Christy's hand. But that guilt was drowned out by the intense pleasure flowing over and through her. When the orgasm finally subsided, she opened her eyes and saw her sister's smiling like a Cheshire cat. Tina looked down as Christy slid her fingers out. Tina felt the pang of guilt again when she saw the bedspread was wet and Christy's hand was wet. "Umm," Tina said. "I didn't piss on you. Did I?" Christy broke out in peals of laughter. She licked her slick fingers and laughed some more. "No baby sister, you didn't pee on me. I wouldn't mind if you did, but no. Congratulations Tina, you're a squirter! When I found out I could squirt, I wondered if you could. You can babe." "Can I make you squirt," Tina asked? "I bet you can," Christy said beaming. Christy played instructor while Tina licked pussy for the first time. Tina was surprised how easily her fingers slid into Christy wet cunt. She had four fingers in when Christy told her how to find the sweet spot deep in her pussy. Tina worked her fingers inside her sister and played the vibrator over the clit. Watching her sister get more and more turned on was strange. She felt like she was seeing a replay of her own orgasm. Christy squeezed her tits and tugged on her nipple rings as she rode the waves to orgasm. Tina giggled with delight when Christy came. She was bucking and thrashing and jets of clear, viscous fluid gushed out over her hand. "This is really cool," Tina thought. When Christy stopped cumming, Tina flopped down on the bed and gave her a deep wet kiss. The sisters lay together in silence for a long time. Tina was overwhelmed with what had just happened. She couldn't believe how nice it felt to be cuddling with her sister. She really loved the way she felt when Christy was eating her and fingering her. She liked the taste and feel of her sister's pussy. She was felt a warm, glowing feeling pleasantly washing through her. Still, she felt confused. "Umm, Christy," Tina asked? "Does this mean I'm a dyke?" Christy burst out with peals of throaty laughter. She mockingly felt Tina's arms and legs. "You don't feel like a concrete retaining wall!" "You know what I mean…" Tina said petulantly as she hit her sister over the head with a pillow. "Ok," Tina said. "Let me ask you. You've just been with a girl. Do you still want to fuck a guy?" Tina though for a moment. This was fun. Messing around with Teddy was fun too. "Yeah," she said. "I love you, but you don't have a cock." Christy laughed and hugged her sister. "Then you're not a dyke." They both laughed and hugged each other. "I gotta ask," Tina said. "What happened to you over in the Netherlands?" "My horizons were expanded," Christy said with mock Shakespearean drama. "Just in more ways than Mom anticipated. I've got a lot to tell you about, but we'd better get cleaned up before the folks get home." Christy Ch. 02 The Learning Curve Car doors slammed and the engine revved to life. Headlights washed across the room as the car backed out of the driveway. "They’re gone!" Tina sighed. " I’ve been dying. So what the hell did you get up to over there in The Hague?" It seemed like weeks, not days ago that Christy returned from an internship at the World Court. Her dowdy sister returned as a leather clad, pierced titty, sexy mamma. The transformation shocked Tina. She was still reeling from being seduced by her own sister. She’d been dying to find out what had happened in Holland, but had to wait for her parents to be out of the way. They would go ballistic if the found out Christy had pierced nipples! Christy sauntered into the living room popping open a Heineken. "Oh there is so much to tell, Squirt. It’s hard to know where to begin." Christy plopped down in Dad’s Lazyboy and tossed her legs over the arm, bobbing her bare feet in the air. "You remember me mentioning Liz, my roommate in the dorm? She had a lot to do with it." Tina sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her sister, the acolyte in learning at the feet of the master. Tina nodded saying, “I remember you mentioning her. You didn’t say much. I think you said she was Finnish and really nice. I don’t remember much more." "Yeah," Christy laughed. "Well, there was a lot I couldn’t really tell. Liz is over there on a 12-month internship. She’d already been through one roomie when I got there. She’s smart, funny and works very, very hard. She also plays very hard and very kinky. She really opened my eyes." "How," Tina asked? "Oh, in so many ways!" Christy said swinging her legs off the arm of the chair and turning to look straight at Tina. "The first week we were just getting to know each other. The first night I saw that she had her nips and coochie pierced. It sort of freaked me out at first that she liked to sit around naked in the dorm. She didn’t even care if people walked in on her." "Wow." Tina said. "Yeah," Christy continued. "She was a trip, but she’s so nice I got over her being naked all the time pretty quick. On Friday of that first week, Liz invited me to go to Amsterdam with her to party. I was a little nervous, but I said, sure." "Isn’t pot legal there," Tina asked? "It is," Christy said as a huge grin split her face. "The first place Liz took me to was a place called the Grasshopper. It’s just up the street from the train station. They serve food, drink and marijuana in this place. We grabbed a seat and Liz ordered some food, drink and Silver Fog for us. She said I had to get in the right mood for my first night in A’dam." "You smoked weed," Tina asked? "Like you don’t," Christy laughed. "I wasn’t as innocent as I looked even before I left. This stuff was really good. I was all mellow and floating when we left that place." "Liz said I had to see De Wallen! She led me down the street into the Red Light District. It was crazy. There were all these women in windows. There were all these guys cruising around looking at them. There were a lot of couples checking out the place too. Some of the guys went in with the girls. They’re all prostitutes and it’s all legal!" "Liz knew some of the girls!" Christy continued. "We stopped and talked to this tall German chick with wild hair and tattoos. She told her she was introducing me to Amsterdam’s best. Then we went down the canal and Liz took me to a place called the Casa Rosa. They have a penis fountain in front of the place." "What is the Casa Rosa," Tina asked? "It’s a live sex show." Christy exclaimed. "I was floating along like a balloon when Liz pulled me down to the front row. There was a really cute Brazilian girl on stage playing with a vibrator when we came in. After her, this couple dressed as Batman and Robin came on stage. Before the first song was over, the chick dressed as Robin was sucking Batman. If I hadn’t been stoned, I probably would have been too embarrassed to watch." "But you did watch," Tina said giggling. "Oh yes," Christy said. "And Liz gave me quite a surprise too. My head was already spinning from the pot and seeing these people fucking in front of us, but then Batman noticed Liz! He waved for her to come up on stage… and she did!" "NO WAY," Tina squealed. "She went up on stage and dropped her jeans," Christy giggled. "She let Batman fuck her while she licked Robin’s pussy. The crowd loved it. I was confused, but kind of turned on too. Liz is one hot mama. When she came off the stage, I told Liz she was freaking me out." "She’s freaking me out and I wasn’t even there," Tina said. "I asked her if we could go someplace normal," Christy continued. "I was just getting overloaded by all this new… stuff. Liz though my embarrassment was so cute. She told me I had the cutest blush she’d ever seen. But she did take me someplace normal after that. We went to a dance club and just danced, drank more beer and flirted with boys. I don’t know how long we were in there, but it must have been a long time. It was fun, but… you know." "I like flirting with guys at dance clubs," Tina said smiling. "You tease," Christy laughed and shoved her sister’s shoulder with her foot. "Anyway, when Liz asked if I wanted to go somewhere more exciting, I said sure. I’d kind of forgotten what Liz might consider more exciting. I was kind of toasted." "We caught a cab to another club somewhere beyond the canal belt. Liz knew the doorman and got us in for free. As we went in, Liz turned to me and said, ‘you can just watch if you want, but I’m going to play.’’ "What did she mean by that," Tina asked. "As soon as we got in the door, I realized Liz had taken us to a sex club! There were people walking around in leather, latex and nothing. There was a little Turkish girl sitting right on the bar being fist fucked by two big guys. She was yelling for them to stuff her with more hands!" "You’re lying" Tina gasped and involuntarily grabbed her crotch! "Two hands in her pussy?" "Liz knew this girl too" Christy exclaimed! "She went over and kissed her and asked about the horses!" "Liz went to the coat check and checked all her clothes. She planted me at a table, then went off with two guys wearing leather hoods. I felt like someone had slipped me acid. The girl on the bar was letting everyone fist her. Another woman was on a sofa near me sucking off everyone who came over. There were couples doing all sorts of things all over the place. From where I was sitting, I could even see Liz sucking one of her guys and getting fucked by the other." "Weird," Tina said sounding stunned. "What did you do?" "I sat there just watching all this craziness," Christy said. "The girl on the bar just kept yelling for more fists. Some guys came over and chatted at me, but I couldn’t understand them. The girl who had been sucking all the guys, started fucking them. It was all too much to take in." "I’ll bet," Tina said. "Were you scared?" "I was freaked out," Christy admitted, "but I wasn’t scared and it was turning me on too. This older guy came over and sat with me. Asked if it was my first time there. When I said it was, he introduced himself as Doc and gave me a running commentary on what was going on. It turns out the Turkish girl is a regular. She apparently has a couple of gangbang records. This guy told me that Liz is a part time bartender at the club." "Your roomie was a freak" Tina blurted! "Yeah! You’re catching on," Christy said. "I was totally overloaded. Too much information! Just then, I looked up to see Liz with her arms buried deep in the Turkish girl’s cunt. I think I must have looked like I saw a ghost or something. Doc asked me if I’d like to take a walk." "Do you remember Mr. Turner, the science teacher" Christy asked? "Yeah," Tina said. "Well, this guy reminded me of Mr. Turner," Christy said. "Not that hot physically, but really nice; sexy in a kind of fatherly way. Anyway, Doc took me downstairs where there were all sorts of private rooms. He led me past a couple of dungeons and a medical examining room. They were all in use. At the end of the hall, he led me into a small room that looked like someone’s idea of the Arabian Nights. Doc said that most of the people who come to the club are into being seen, so the couples room is often empty." "And…" Tina asked. "Well," Christy said, "I was freaked, but Doc was nice and kind of sexy. I was really horny too. We sat and chatted for awhile. He was nice and wasn’t trying too hard… So I kissed him." "You were making out with a guy Dad’s age," Tina blurted? "No," Christy laughed. "I fucked a guy Dad’s age! He was a good kisser and before I knew it, he was sucking my titties. Then he was licking my pussy. Oh man, was he good! His tongue did wonderful things to my clit. He licked my slit and probed me in the nicest ways. I ground my pubes in his face as I got closer and closer to coming. When I did come, I felt like my bones turned to rubber." "Is that all you did," Tina asked. "Well, no…" Christy said. "I mean, he made me come so it’s only fair that I got him off too. I started by sucking his cock. It wasn’t all that long, but it was thick. I loved that I could deep throat him without gagging a whole lot. I was really getting into sliding that cock in and out of my mouth. I liked the way it bumped into the back of my throat when I got all the way down. I could tell he was digging it too by his moans and the way his cock just kept getting harder and harder." "I really wanted him to cum in my mouth," Christy continued, "but he asked me to stop. He wanted to fuck me. I fell back on the cushions and he put a black condom on. Then he brought my legs up on his shoulders and slid that thick dick in me. It felt great sliding in and out of my cunt. I felt another orgasm building. He kissed my neck and sucked my toes while he fucked me. I grabbed his ass and drew him to me, begging him to make me cum again. I swear; when I started to cum, his dick started squirting. It was like getting me off, got him off!" "That’s so cool," Tina said. "Teddy is like, ten stroke a splat. Over." "You little slut," Christy laughed! "I know what you mean." "So what happened next," Tina asked. "Well, I fell asleep," Christy said sheepishly. " I was pretty stoned and the sex just wiped me out. Liz woke me up when the club closed. It was morning, and we caught a cab back to the station." "So that’s what turned you into Miss Freaky Momma?" Tina asked. "Nooo," Christy laughed. "But that was the start. I was kind of confused, but in a good way. Liz and I became very good friends. She got me a part time job at the club with her. But that’s another story, really." "Wow," Tina said. She noticed she’d been rubbing her clit through her shorts. "Telling me all that got me horny. Will you eat my pussy again?" Christy laughed as she tumbled out of the chair. "Sure Tina. What’s a big sister for?" Christy Ch. 03 "It was going to happen," Tina thought as she pads down the hall. She could hear her parent's voices; angry and too loud. Closed doors and distance muffle the words. Mom sounds hysterical and Dad sounds exasperated. Tina peeks around the corner to look down the stairs. Seeing no one, she scoots past the top of the stair and slides up to her sisters closed door. Tina takes a deep breath and sighs. "When was the last time I got sent to my room? When was the last time Mom and Dad had a fight. Why are they fighting when it's Christy they're mad at?" Tina raps lightly on Christy's door. She'd been warned to go to her room and stay there. They both had been. Everything happened so fast. She was sitting at the diner table with her parents. Christy was running late and Mom wouldn't say grace until everyone was sitting down. Christy came to the table wearing a tight T-shirt and the trouble started. Mom first noticed that Christy wasn't wearing a bra and started lecturing her on what the neighbors will think. Then Mom noticed the telltale lumps of Christy's nipple rings and the volcano erupted! Tina tapped a little louder on her sister's door. Christy opened the door a crack, saw it was Tina and rushed her in. Christy looked miserable. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her make up was smeared and trails of tears crossed her cheeks. Christy slumped down on her bed looking like a beaten puppy. Tina sat next to her, took her hand and asked, "You hanging in there, Sis?" Christy cleared her throat. When her words came, they were thick and raspy, like they didn't want to leave the safety of her throat. "I knew they'd be mad. I knew they'd be mad if they found out about the piercings. I had no idea how mad." Tina squeezed her sister's hand. The first thing Mom did was send her to her room. She waited for Christy to say something else, not wanting to push her. "You know the what-will-the-neighbors-think lecture?" Christy finally asked. She didn't have to wait for Tina's nod. It was Mom's favorite lecture. "Well… Mom won't be able to go to the store now because the whole town knows that her daughter is a sick tramp." Tears welled in Christy's eyes again as she choked out, "I'm a diseased and depraved harlot. A slut in the service of Satan..." Christy pausing to suppress a sob, then whispered, "I never thought any of that stuff would hurt, but she really, really meant it." Tina hugged her sister and whispered, "All that over pierced titties? What would she do if she knew what you were doing in your spare time?" Christy coughed a dispirited laugh. "Gee, I don't know. She already wants to lock me away in a convent. If she knew that I like to fuck…?" Tina had been stroking Christy's hair absent mindedly. Now, she leaned over and kissed her sister's forehead. Then she kissed Christy's nose and then her lips. Tina felt Christy's lips part as their lips came together. Her tongue probed tenderly to find Christy's. It felt nice to be kissing her sister. The erotic charge might help ease the pain. Tina drew back slightly and whispered, "The whore of Babylon is a good kisser. I still love you, you stinky cunt." Christy laughed a real laugh this time. "Is that how you sweet talk all the ladies?" Somewhere down stairs a door slammed. A few moments later, a car engine fired up. Headlights played across the room and the car was gone. "They're gone," Tina sighed. "It's quiet." Christy agreed Tina kisses her sister again, this time with more passion, more probing and play. It's a long, lingering, wet kiss. While she plays tag with she sister's tongue, her hard slides under the too tight T-shirt to play with the offending pierced nipple. Tina finally comes up for air and asks, "can I try to make you feel better?" Christy leaned back to dramatically pull her T-shirt off. Boom, boom, boom; Three heavy raps on the door. Tina and Christy jump apart like the sound was an electric current. The door slowly creeks open. The girls stare at it with dread. Freddy Krueger dread playing through their heads. "There you are Tina," their Father said with a sigh. "Your room was empty." Silence hangs over the room. No one is really looking at anyone. Christy finally looks up to see her father standing at her dresser, idly inspecting the girly flotsam that accumulates there. She felt a sudden wave of sorrow. Dad looked old. A dejected mask of misery hid the usually animated features of the man she'd grown up with. She usually thought of her Dad as a strong, stubborn, sort of good looking for an old guy man. Standing there, he looked utterly defeated. "Umm, I'll just be going," Tina said as she scurried out of the room. "Thanks for the help on the homework…" Dad closed the door gently after Tina left. He turned to face Christy and ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "I don't really know where to begin," he sighed. Christy braced for another round of berating. "Your mother is a very strong willed women" he said. "She really does mean well… I don't know where to start…" He sat down heavily at the foot of her bed. He stared at his hands, which were clasped as if in prayer. He continued staring at his hands, "I probably should have cut her off earlier. She said things down there that were simply mean, vicious and untrue." He paused again, working hard to form the next sentence. "I don't know how to begin to apologize…" The word bounced around Christy's head like a ricocheting bullet. Apologize? Christy's head swam in a river of relief, anger and confusion. "You mean you're not mad at me?" "For getting your nipples pierced?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer he continued, "I'm not mad about that. I was hoping you wouldn't, but I knew you might." "Daddy!" Christy squealed in shock. "How did you know I might get my nipples pierced?" Dad laughed at that. He smiled and replied, "I didn't really. I read magazines. I go to movies. I work at the Community College. I have some idea of what's going on in the world." "Are you disappointed in me?" Christy asked. "Not really," he said. "They can look pretty sexy actually." "DAD!" Christy shrieked, then laughed. Dad turned to look at her laughing. "I'm your Father. I'm not dead!" "So why did Mom go nuts?" Christy asked. "Your mother has some strong convictions," Dad sighed. "I don't understand her sometimes. I haven't really understood her for years." "Daddy," Christy asked tentatively. "Was Mom always such an uptight prude?" Christy's Dad slowly shook his head. "Would you believe that I met your mother on a nude beach in California?" "No!" "She was a free spirit back then," Dad said. "I don't know what happened to that girl. About a year after Tina was born,… it's like she became another person." Christy hesitated, afraid she was going too far, "Daddy?" she said very quietly. "When was the last time you had sex?" Dad was quiet for a long time. He blushed, clearly embarrassed by the question, then said, "July 24th at the conference in Philadelphia. If you mean with Mom, I think I'd have to get out my day planners and do some research." "Daddy?" Christy asked again. "Would you like to see my piercings?" Another long pause. Then Dad sighed and said, "I really shouldn't." Christy hadn't waited. She'd pealed off her shirt and was sitting in front of her Father topless. "I have a beautiful daughter," he said after a long, long pause. "Did it hurt too much?" "A little," Christy said. "Not as much as you'd think." "How do they feel?" "Nice," Christy said giving her rings a little tug. "And that's not all!" Feeling brazen and reckless, Christy quickly shed her jeans and panties. She sat with her legs spread proudly showing her shaved pubes and pierced clit hood. "This one gently rubs on my clit all the time. It's like always being a little horny." "Damn…" Dad said dumbfounded. "Maybe your Mom needs one of those." "It feels really good," Christy said rubbing her clit. "I like to masturbate two or three times a day." "Mom really needs one of those," Dad said. Christy noticed a bulge growing in her Father's pants. Christy made up her mind right there. "Oh well, I'm going to hell anyway," she murmered. Christy slid over to her Dad and kissed him full on the mouth. As she teased her Dad's lips with her tongue, she unfastened his belt and tugged down the zipper on his pants. She tugged down the briefs and freed the now fully erect cock. "This is wrong," Dad said more to himself than to Christy. "We shouldn't be doing this." Christy wasn't listening. She quickly swooped down on her Dad's cock. She put all she learned in Holland into making it the best, most mind blowing blow job her Dad ever had. She played her tongue along the shaft, then back up to the head. She licked around the head and probed the slit with her tongue. Then, she dove down taking the cock all the way into her throat. With her lips at the base of his cock, she stuck out her tongue to lick at his balls. She felt the cock swelling and throbbing in her mouth. She knew her Dad would cum soon. She stepped up her sucking, sliding rapidly up and down the shaft. She heard her Dad moan. She felt his hand sliding over her ass. When his finger slid in her wet slot, her mouth filled with hot spunk. It was the biggest load of cum she'd ever taken. A humongous load that almost made her gag. She slurped it down greedily and kept sucking until her Dad's cock started to droop. Dad fell back on her bed spent. "Wow. Where did you learn to do that?" he said. Christy gave him a sloppy wet kiss that tasted of cum, and said, "In Holland. Thank you for sending me to broaden my horizons." "Well, let's not tell Mom." "I'm glad you liked that, Daddy," Christy said mischievously. "But you know, I'm still horny. Would you eat my pussy?" "It's only fair," he said. "We've gone this far already." Christy lay back on her bed and spread her legs. Dad kissed her thighs and moved down toward her pussy. "I've never eaten a bald pussy," he said. Christy was disappointed at first. Her Dad's licking was clumsy and off the mark. She was afraid Dad was going to be a dud, but then he found the groove. He wasn't a dud, just out of practice. Dad's tongue found her clit and quickly figured out how to use the clit ring to his advantage. Christy moaned and played with her tits. Dad slid a finger, then two into her slot and fingered her while he sucked on her clit. "Oh that's nice," she sighed. "Oh give me more, Daddy!" Dad slid four fingers up Christy's sopping pussy and pumped away. Christy thrust her hips as she got closer to an orgasm. Dad's tongue and lips worked her clit furiously while his fingers hit that special place deep inside. Christy wrapped her legs over Dad's back and held him tight. "Oh Daddy!" Christy cried. "I'm cumming!" Christy's body jerked as the electric pulse of her orgasm flowed through her body. She grabbed her Dad's head and ground it into her pussy. She felt she pussy throb around his fingers still deep in her cunt. She felt her girl goo squirting all over Daddy's hand and face. His tongue lapped it up as it sprayed out. Waves of pleasure washed and ebbed over her for what seemed like forever. It passed. Christy wished she could ride her orgasms forever, but they always pass. She looked down at her Dad's wet face with post cloital glow. "And Mommy doesn't like that?" she asked in disbelief. "She did," Dad said "A long time ago she loved it." Christy kissed her Dad deeply, with a lot of tongue, tasting her pussy juice in his mouth. Then she said, "I squirt Daddy. I didn't pee on you." "I know," Dad chuckled. "I can taste the difference between cum and pee." Christy was over being shocked by now. "Do tell?" Dad laughed again and said, "I used to make your Mom pee when she came. I never complained. I kind of liked it." "My Daddy's a closet pee freak," Christy sang like a schoolyard chant. " My Daddy's a closet pee freak. Daddy, will you give me a golden shower and then fuck me?" Before Dad had a chance to answer, they herd Tina hissing, "Guys, guys!" They looked over to see Tina crouched in the doorway with her pants off. "Where you watching us and jilling off?" Christy hissed back. "Yeah," Tina said. "But I just heard a car pull up. We gotta get dressed!" Christy Ch. 04 "Are we whores?" Liz turned from the mirror where she was applying her makeup and stared at her roommate. "Are we whores? What do you mean?" "Are we prostitutes?" Christy clarified as she checked out a black spandex outfit and a red latex dress. "I mean, we're paid to be at the club. We're paid to be sexy and hang around. No one ever said we had to have sex, but it's kind of expected. Red or black?" Liz laughed and returned to applying her makeup. "We fuck because we want to. We're paid because it's good for business to have some eye candy in the club. We're not standing around in kammers down in the Wallen taking on anyone with fifty euros. So strictly speaking, we're not prostitutes. I like the red one. It really shows off your sexy ass." "Ok," Christy said putting the black outfit away. "I was just wondered. My Mom always said I turn out to be a no account whore if I didn’t apply myself. She used to terrify us with that talk. But you know, Lexie’s pretty cool. She’s got a nice place and she gets to travel a lot. Maybe being a dirty whore isn’t all that bad.” “Your mother has issues,” Liz chuckled. She turned and looked at Christy who was struggling to zip up the tight latex dress. “You know, if you want to be a whore, we could rent Lexie and Sasha’s kammers some night. We could just take the guys we want and ignore the ones we don’t” “That sounds like fun!” Christy giggled. “If the guy is really hot or really scary, we can insist on doing a two girl show!” “Your Mama might be right about you after all,” Liz laughed. “Hey Liz,” Christy continued. “Who pierced your nipples? I think I want to get mine done.” “Remember that guy you fucked the first time we went to the club? Doc is actually a doctor. Anyway, he does piercings for girls sometimes. It’s usually done as part of some S&M scene. Doc’s kind of strange. You don’t usually find sadists who are and compassionate sweethearts at the same time.” “Really?” Christy had a hard time picturing Doc as a sadist. “It may be more that he picks up on women’s inner freak and facilitates what they already want,” Liz said. “When he pierced me, it was a part of a slave girl show we put on at the club. He had me all tied up and whipped me. He pierced my titties as part of that scene. It was certainly more dramatic than going to a tattoo parlor.” A light rain was falling as the girls got out of the cab in front of the Bulldog. The Club was around the corner and down the street a way, but sometimes the cab drivers get a little strange when they make drops there. Sometimes they ask for trade, sometimes they try to charge a referral fee. It’s just less of a hassle to get out at the Bulldog, go in for a quick smoke and then walk over. The staff at the Bulldog were used to this and could guess what sort of night it was by the number of leather daddies and latex mommas who stopped in for a quick one. Maurice the Mooch flounced over to the girls with his usual atomic sunburst smile in place. He handed Liz a pre-rolled spliff of Marley’s Ghost and said, “You ladies are hot tonight. When are you girls going to take your favorite barman shopping?” “When you stop smoking half our joint,” Liz laughed. “Then it ain’t never gonna happen,” he beamed. “You know I work on tips alone!” “No Maurice,” Christy giggled as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. “You take home mad cash ‘cause you smoke the OP’s.” “Oh darling,” Maurice sighed dramatically. “Other People’s smoke is the best kind of smoke.” “Now Baby dolls,” Maurice said looking about as serious as it’s possible for Maurice to look. “What is going on at your little social club? I’ve seen the couples come and the couples go and so many delicious men. Something strange is happening at your little play pen.” “I don’t know,” Liz said. “Wolter didn’t call us to tell us about anything special.” “Well, something is up darling.” Maurice said as he hurried off to fetch some space cakes for a couple of Brits who’d clearly had too many already. Floating on a mild buzz, Liz and Christy drifted down to the club. The huge African doorman shook his head when he saw them approaching. “What’s up, Oz?” Christy asked? “The Mesilina Challenge,” he replied in a voice betraying traces of French, Senegalese and Dutch accents. “Melora and Millie have are settling who’s the biggest whore in Babylon once and for all. It’s a sporting event. Lot of spectators. Lot of men with cock in hand. Not a normal night at all. You girls gonna be fluffers?” Liz wrinkled her nose and said, “Only if we feel like it.” Inside, the club was packed. “I’ve never seen so many men in here!” Liz gasped. “It looks like a rock show at Arena!” It did look like a rock concert. There were masses of sweaty men pressed around a makeshift stage. Jens slightly less than chalk colored skin shown like a beacon as she played MC, traffic cop and score keeper. “Hey,” Liz said. “There’s Doc.” The girls made there way over to the bar where Doc was chatting with another middle aged man. Doc’s companion looked like an aging rock star. He had a main of long graying hair tied back in a pony tail. He was wearing engineer boots, black jeans and a black t-shirt. Like Doc, he looked out of place by how casual he appeared in a sex club where most people are showing off. “What’s up?” Christy said completely missing the pun. “The Empress of Rome challenged the Empress of Whores to see who could wear out the most men,” Doc said affecting a scholarly tone. “The question tonight is, who is the true heir of the Empress Mesilina.” “Who’s winning?” Liz asked. “Who cares?” the rock star said. “I hate gangbangs.” The girls were taken by surprise. Doc laughed at their reaction. “Neils shoots and edits pornos in Denmark.” “There’s only so much you can do with a gangbang,” he huffed. “After ten minutes, you’ve used up all your angles and you’ve seen your basic pop shots. How the hell am I supposed to edit that to make it exciting?” “Oh, so it’s a professional thing! Liz said. “That and I hate standing in lines.” Neils replied as he set down his lager. “I’m much more interested in things that are more creative.” “Neils does a lot of fetish videos,” Doc explained. “Give me a Japanese rope master any day!” Neils agreed. “Even doggie shoots are more of a challenge. Even Veronica Moser is more fun if you can get past the smell.” “Veronica is the scat queen,” Doc said. “But enough of that. It’s pretty dead in here besides the challenge.” “Do you want to be a fluffer?” Liz asked. “If I’m going to suck cock, I want to taste cum,” Christy said. “I didn’t get all dressed up to be an acujack.” “I’ve got an idea,” Liz said shaking off a fit of laughter. “Christy was asking about getting her nipples done. Are you in the mood to do a piercing tonight, Doc?” Doc smiled and said, “What do you think Neils? Do you think we can some up with a scene for the lady?” Neils smiled, “I think we can come up with something. Give us a few minutes to get creative.” Neils and Doc went downstairs to survey the theme rooms. Liz and Christy marked time dancing to the throbbing techno beats on the bar. It wasn’t so much that the girls wanted to show off. They like showing off, but from on top of the bar, they could sort of see the contest playing out across the room. After twenty minutes, Neils came upstairs to fetch Liz. Five minutes later, she came back upstairs wearing a latex nurse’s uniform. “The Doctor will see you now.” Liz led Christy down to the examination room. Fresh paper covered the exam table. The autoclave hummed away in the corner. “Please get undressed and get on the table,” Liz said with a clinical iciness. The Doctor will be with you shortly.” Christy struggled out of her latex dress. The sweat on her skin felt icy in the chilly exam room. She hopped up on the exam table and waited. “It’s just like my gyno’s office back home,” Christy thought. “Antiseptic, cold, impersonal and they’re even making me wait. If it weren’t for the bass throb coming through the walls, you wouldn’t know it wasn’t a doctor’s office. Liz came back into room and set a tray of instruments on the stand next to the exam table. She was startled to see speculums and some other devices she couldn’t quite place. “Wait a minute,” she protested. “I thought I was going to get my nipples pierced?” “You don’t expect the doctor to perform surgery without doing a complete exam first?” Liz deadpanned. Before she could chicken out, Doc walked in wearing surgical scrubs followed by Neils who looked very manly in a candy striper’s uniform. “So how is our patient,” Doc said “A little nervous,” Christy replied honestly. “Nothing to be nervous about,” Doc said. “This is a routine procedure. We’re just going to check you out a first. Just lie back on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.” Christy did as she was told. Doc took her pulse, listened to her heart and breathing before going to the end of the table. He pulled on a pair of examination gloves and said, “Nurse Liz, please bring me the examination kit. Nurse Neils, would you take her temperature?” Liz took the tray with the speculum and other devices to Doc. Neils came over to the front of the table, lifted his skirt and said, “Please put this under your tongue for three minutes, and no biting please.” Wanting to be a good patient, Christy took Neils cock in her mouth and ran her tongue over the head. “Now, let’s had a look here,” Doc said. “Nice shave job; a bit of razor burn. Nurse Liz, will you schedule a training session for the patient on the proper pussy shaving technique?” “Yes Doctor,” Liz said. “Good,” Doc replied. “Now let’s take a look inside.” Doc slid the speculum into Christy’s pussy. She was wet, so it didn’t need much lube. Christy felt the cold metal blades start to retract. She’d felt this before, of course, but this felt different. She knew how many clicks her gyno used to get a good view, but Doc kept going. It was starting to feel more uncomfortable than usual. Doc kept clicking. Now it was starting to hurt. She spit the cock out of her mouth. “You’re hurting me!” she whined. “Patient registers pain at plus 6 level,” Doc said as Liz took notes. “Patient will have to undergo rigorous training before attempting fisting or other large insertions.” “Fisting?” Christy asked. Doc didn’t respond. He was sliding another speculum up her ass. Christy quickly made her discomfort known. “Disappointing,” Doc said tsking. “Miss Christy, are you an anal virgin? “What?” ”Have you ever been fucked up the ass?” “No,” Christy replied. “I suggest you start,” Doc said. “Nurse Liz, prepare the patient for surgery. Nurse Neils, please collect the urine specimen.” Neils took Doc’s place between Christy’s legs. She felt weird because the speculum was still in and Neils was staring at her cervix. “I’m going to give you a little bit of preparation and then you can give me your urine sample whenever you’re ready,” Neils said. Christy then felt him kissing her thighs. He kissed and licked his was around her gaping pussy. He then began to tickle her clit with his tongue. Christy moaned slightly as the sensation swept over her. A strange feeling struck her a Neils tongue probed at her exposed pee hole! “Umm, I’m ready for that urine sample any time," Neils said. “But you’re eating me!” Christy replied. “Of course,” Neils said. “How else am I going to be able to sample your urine? Neils went back to sucking pussy. Christy swore he was trying to suck he pee hole like a straw. Finally, she let loose. She was shocked by how strong her stream was. She hadn’t felt that full, but here she was, peeing a fountain straight in Neils mouth! If anything, Neils’ oral ministrations intensified. She felt his tongue playing with her piss stream. She felt his fingers vigorously massaging her clit. She peed and felt herself cumming. She arched her back and pushed off in the stirrups. She massed her pissing cunt against Neils face and he kept licking and sucking. She humped his face until her the cumming dwindled away like her piss fountain. Christy slumped back on the exam table feeling sweaty and satisfied. Neils removed the speculum, stood with his dress soaked and said. “The urine sample is normal. Coffee, beer, diet Coke with a trace of cigarette and cannabis. Stream strong. Pleasant aftertaste.” Christy broke up in a fit of giggles. Doc told Neils to change into a dry uniform and prepare the anesthetic. Liz came over and painted Christy’s nipples with betadine. She then set a tray with needles, forceps, corks and jewelry beside the exam table. “We’re about to start the operation,” Doc intoned in a very clinical manner. “Nurse Liz will be assisting; Nurse Neils will be our anesthesiologist.” At this point, Neils returns wearing a surgical cap, mask, scrubs top and no pants. His hard cock bounced with each step. “We are ready to begin.” Neils stepped up to the table again. He slid his cock into Christy’s well lubed pussy and began slowly stroking. The long, slow stokes sent shudders through Christy’s body. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations flowing through her body. “There and there,” she heard Doc say. She felt soft taps on each nipple. She opened her eyes half way just in time to see him putting away a Sharpie pen. Christy closed her eyes again. She felt Neils slowly building tempo. She felt her body reacting. She felt another orgasm brewing. “Owie!” Christy jumped. She grabbed the edge of the table with each hand as the forceps pinched her right nipple. The pain shot through her body and got mixed with the pleasure from Neils fucking. Neils stroked at a very slow, deliberate pace now. He didn’t want to send shock waves through Christy’s flesh. She felt another pinch and pressure on her nipple as the needle passed through. Another motion and the needle was replaced by a ring. Neils started fucking her hard again. Her nipple throbbed in time to Neils thrusts. Pain throbbing from her titty; pleasure flowing from her cunt. Two sensations mixing it up in her brain and all along her nervous system. Neils stroking showed again. She felt the sharp pain of the Forceps clamping onto her left nipple. The sensation traveled straight to her clit. The burning of the needle passing through flesh a second time set things off. She started to shake, her cunt grabbed at Neils cock and squeezed. She grabbed the table and tried to hold still as an orgasmic title wave poured through her system. She felt the cool stainless steel in her hot flesh. She felt her nerves singing with electric joy. She felt cum splashing her cervix as Neils reached his climax. She felt waves of fluid pouring out of her cunt and didn’t care. Finally, she the convulsions subsided. Her fingers ached from grabbing the table so hard. Her breathing slowed and she felt Neils kiss her toes. That made her giggle again. “I’d say that was a successful operation,” Doc laughed. “We just need to closed those rings and you’re all set.” Doc busied himself with setting the captive beads in the rings. Neils was looking at her with a strange expression. “We haven’t met before, he said. “ I wouldn’t forget someone like you. But I got the strangest feeling when you were cumming just now. The way you scrunched up your face, the way your pussy clamped on my cock, the way you peed when you came. It all felt so familiar. It’s like fucking Déjà vu.” “Too many space cakes, Neils,” Doc chided. “You’re having flash back.” “And you don’t remember the special fucks of your life?” Neils shot back and laughed. “But you’ve had so many,” Doc replied. “Yeah, porn cinematographer and stud,” Neils chucked. “That’s me. Liz washed Christy off with warm water and helped her get dressed. A form fitting latex dress isn’t the best thing to wear when you get your nipples pierced. Neils and Doc changed back into street clothes and cleaned up the room. The throb of techno still filtered down from above. ”Shall we see who’s in the lead?” Neils said as the headed up the stairs. He looked hard at Christy again before they headed upstairs. “I can’t get over the feeling that I’ve fucked you before. It’s so strange.” Christy Ch. 05 Tina filled out the model application for the Barely Ripe web site, started at it for a few minutes, and then reset the screen. “This would be so cool,” she though. “I could make a few bucks for sticking things in my pussy and freak out all those tight asses at school. But then someone would tell someone who would tell the Rents and it would be Desert Storm all over.” Tina clicked down her favorites menu and called up her favorite personal ad site. She was cruising the Men Seeking Men ads when an Instant Message popped up on the screen: “Hey Squirt! How’s the home front?” “Quiet with both you and Mom out of the house,” Tina typed back. “Mom’s gone?” Christy typed back. “She and Dad kept arguing and she took off to see Grans,” Tina IMed back. “Dad’s been moping a lot.” “What!” Christy shot back. “He’s been sitting in the basement listing to his old records and drinking a lot,” Tina wrote back. “Oh shit,” Christy wrote back. “All this is happening because I fucked him.” “Dork!” Tina zipped back. “I was watching and you definitely didn’t fuck Daddy. You sucked him off and he ate you out. Mom doesn’t know about that. They’re still fighting about the piercings.” “Shit, shit, shit,” Christy typed back. “Why is Mom so weird?” “That’s Mom,” Tina wrote back. “Tina you’re going to burn in hell if you keep misbehaving. Why can’t you be a good girl like your sister? If I’d gotten my titties pierced, Mom would have just called the Priest for an exorcism. She’s already convinced I’m evil.” “Sorry about that Squirt,” Christy wrote back. “Hey, gotta go. Check on Dad for me. Don’t let him beat himself up.” The message screen indicated that Christy was gone before she could reply. Tina logged of her computer and went downstairs. Christy was right about one thing; the ‘Rents had been acting stranger than usual. For as long as she could remember, her parents had been this cool, distant entity. Mom was trying so hard to be the ideal church lady that she almost didn’t seem real. Dad would sometimes take the kids to horror movies or museums Mom didn’t approve of. They hardly ever fought though. Now they were going at it all the time. Mom was a working herself into a righteous frenzy and Dad looked miserable. Tina padded down stairs. “Might as well check on the old man,” she thought. She looked around the immaculate living room, the spotless kitchen, the well kept master bedroom. All empty. She went to the cellar door and heard faint music coming from down there. She opened the door and padded down the wooden stairs. From somewhere in the musty lots of discarded junk, she heard a tortured voice bellowing, “Love, love will tear us apart.” Tina reached the bottom of the stair and looked around the gloomy room. The concrete floor was cold on her bare feet. Piles of old clothes bundled for the mission store. Seasonal decorations gathering dust. Forgotten furniture in children’s sizes. She never liked the cellar. It always seemed haunted. Since Mom got her new washer and drier installed in the garage, hardly anyone came down here anymore. “Radio, live transmission…,” moaned a tortured soul. Tina crept around the massive old furnace. Back where the washroom used to be was a strangely clean corner. On a battered old metal desk, an out of date computer screen flickered. A battered old stereo sat on top of shelves straining under the weight of hundreds of old record albums. Dad sat on the sofa that used to be in the TV room. He was lying on his back; an arm covered his eyes, an open beer next to him. “This sounds really depressing,” Tina said. Dad startled and struggled to a sitting position. Seeing Tina, he relaxed a little. “Yeah,” he said. “We used to make fun of Ian Curtis for being such a morbid sod. Then he went and hung himself. I guess he was depressed.” “Why are you playing it,” Tina asked. “And where did all these records come from?” “Ah, Joy Division just seemed appropriate given the way things are,” Dad said. “Nothing like a little doom and gloom for the glum.” He paused and looked around this dismal corner of the cellar. “This,” he said gesturing at the piles of stuff around him, “this is my secret life. The stuff Mom doesn’t want to know about or remember.” Tina was looking at the spines of the records. She recognized some of the bands from Green Day and Sum 41 interviews. “Dad, what are you doing with all these punk rock records? Do you really listen to Black Flag?” “It’s my past,” he said. “Pull out Damaged.” Tina pulled out the old record. Scrawled across the skinhead’s face on the cover it said, “Greg and Maggie, Fuck off!! Greg Ginn.” “Who’s Maggie?” asked Tina. “Mom,” Dad said with a sigh. “Things were different then.” “Mom wasn’t always a frigid bitch?” Tina asked scornfully. “Tina!” Dad said sharply. “What? Like it isn’t true?” Tina huffed. “She’s all prim and goody goody all the time. It makes me sick.” Tina mimed barfing to dramatize her point. “Why do you stay with her? It can’t be for the sex!” “I don’t back off from my commitments,” Dad mumbled. “Back off what?” Tina snored. “Christy and I know you’ll be there for us. We’re adults now anyway. You don’t have to stick with an ice bitch because of us!” “Don’t talk about your Mother like that,” Dad snapped back. “Why not?” Tina snapped back. “Christy is the good girl. I’m the demon seed. Remember.” “I’ve made so many mistakes,” Dad sighed. “I tried to put a stop to that shit…” “Well, she stopped saying that stuff when you’re around,” Tina said suddenly aware of her Dad’s profound sadness. “I don’t know what happened,” he said. Tina could see conflicting emotions playing over her Father’s face. The gears were turning. Something major was being considered. Finally, he sighed and said, “What the hell.” Dad got up and went over to his beat up desk. “Come here Tina. Mom doesn’t even know I still have this. I promised her I’d burn it, but I didn’t want to.” He pulled a thick scrap book out of the bottom drawer of the desk. He dropped it on the desk and opened the cover. “Things weren’t always so uptight,” Dad said. Tina hopped up on the desk and looked at the photos. She recognized a much younger version of her Father standing naked on a beach. He had his arm around a naked light skinned black woman who was flipping off the photographer. “You were a skinhead?” Tina said in amazement “Where’s your hair? Who’s the babe? “In ’79 a shaved head didn’t mean the same thing. It meant we weren’t hippies,” Dad explained. “The babe is your Mother.” “No way!” Tina gasped. She flipped through the pages; Mom and Dad running around the beach naked, Mom posing nude on a bed, Mom in a club flashing her tits at Ian Hunter. “What the hell happened?” “I’ve been trying to figure that out,” Dad said. “When you were two or three, she went to see her folks and came back a born again prude.” Tina ran her bare foot up her Dad’s leg. “You and Mom were freaky?” Dad blushed. It might have been memory or it might have been his youngest daughter stroking his crotch with her foot. “Yes, “he finally said. “We had good sex. Kinky sex. It was great. I keep hoping that the woman I married will come back someday.” Tina could feel her Dad’s cock growing hard under her toes. She smiled and pulled off her t-shirt. “You haven’t lost your groove, have you Daddy? I want some of what you gave Christy.” “Shit,” Dad sighed as Tina used both feet to stroke his now hard cock. “What and I going to do with you girls?” “Fuck us, Daddy!” Tina cried. Dad stood up. He rubbed Tina’s perky right booby with one hand while he sucked on her left nipple. Tina hooked her toe into the waist of her Dad’s pants and tried to tug them down. Dad laughed, “Ok, ok. I’ll loose the pants if you do the same.” “Don’t have to ask twice,” Tina cooed as she kicked her shorts off. She posed with her legs apart and spread her pussy lips. “What do you think? Eat me or fuck me?” “You are the potty mouth,” he said. “Oh,” Tina said looking suddenly thoughtful. She slowly said, “I guess you could use my mouth as a urinal if you want, but I won’t do poop!” “What?” Dad said taken aback. “I only meant that you were talking dirty.” Tina jumped off the desk and fell to her knees. She grabbed her Dad’s cock and stuck it in her mouth and sucked it hard and fast. With each stroke, she took the cock deeper in her throat. Her right hand played with Dad’s balls while she explored his ass with her other hand. Dad gasped as his cock slid all the way down his daughter’s throat. He felt her tongue fluttering along the shaft of his cock, which was now throbbing. She slowly slid the cock out of her mouth. She teased the head with her tongue, and then swallowed the shaft again. She repeated this, getting faster and faster. Dad could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming. Then he gasped again as Tina slammer his cock down her throat again and slid her finger up his ass! Dad shot spunk down Tina’s throat. She went back to sucking him as he came. It made his head spin. The finger on his prostate did crazy things. It felt like he couldn’t stop cumming. Tina kept suck and swallowing and Dad kept cumming. Finally, he stopped shooting. He slumped back on the desk, feeling totally spent. “Daddy,” Tina said in her best little girl voice. “I’m still thirsty. Daddy, would you please, please, please pee in my mouth?” Dad looked down and saw Tina looking up at him giving him puppy dog eyes and a cute little pout. It’s the look she used to get extra money for shopping or for a date. The only difference, this time her chin was covered in jizz. “Daddy, I want to taste your pee!” Tina said emphatically. “How did I get into this,” Dad asked rhetorically. “OK, come over here.” Dad led Tina over to the corner where there was still an open drain from when this had been the laundry room. “Sit over the hole.” Tina squatted over the drain and looked up at her Father. She opened her cum crusted mouth and waited with her tongue out. It was eerily similar to the pose she took when waiting for communion. Dad stood over her with a semi-erect cock in his hand. This was so totally weird. This was so totally wrong. He was going to piss on his daughter and it was making him hard again. This was harder than he expected. The four beers he’d had were ready to come out, but it was hard to get the pee flowing. “I’m ready,” Tina said. “Pee for me Daddy.” With that coaxing, Dad managed to get a stream started. First, it was weak and his aim was bad. Piss hit Tina on the forehead, then on her tits. Then the stream got stronger and he got the piss on target. Tina didn’t really drink the pee. She let it collect in her mouth and overflow. The piss washed cum off her chin and flowed over her tits and down over her pussy. When the flow slowed, she took her Dad’s cock in her mouth again to lick the last drops off. Dad’s cock was stiff as a rod again. Tina looked up and said, “Now I’m a dirty girl. Will Daddy help me get clean?” Tina walked over to the desk and hopped up. “I think my pussy needs to be kissed. Will you kiss my pussy?” Dad dove into licking Tina’s pussy like a starving man. He was surprised that he didn’t mind the taste of his piss mixed with his daughter’s cunt juices. He probed her cunt deeply with his tongue while he rubbed her clit with his fingers. “Daddy,” Tina moaned. “That feels nice. But Daddy, I’m a dirty girl. Would you please lick my ass too?” It had been fifteen years since anyone had asked him to lick their ass. Did Tina somehow know, or was it genetic. He slid down, rolled Tina on her side for better access and shoved his tongue deep into Tina’s asshole. Tina gasped again. She hadn’t expected Dad to tongue her ass at all. Now she was getting anally fucked by her Dad’s tongue. She creamed girl goo all over his fingers, which were now probing her pussy. She could feel and orgasm building, but she wanted to feel cock slamming her. “Fuck me, Daddy!” she cried. “I wanna cum.” Dad stopped his rimming and looked around in confusion. “Do I have any rubbers?” he muttered. “Fuck me, Daddy! I don’t care about rubbers!” “You should!” Dad said sternly. “I’m not about to become a Grandfather and a father at the same time.” “Then fuck my ass!” Tina howled. “I wanna feel your cock in me NOW!” That was it. The safe sex lecture could come later. He pushed the head of his cock against Tina’s sphincter. “It’s been at least a decade,” he thought to himself. “I’m going in the poop shoot!” He felt the familiar pop as his cock slid past the sphincter. Dad was amazed at just how easy it was to fuck Tina’s ass. Later. Later he’d talk to her about keeping safe. Now, his balls were slapping Tina’s ass cheeks as he pounded her ass with long, fast strokes. “That’s it Daddy! Fuck my ass hard,” Tina wailed. “You’re the best Daddy. Make me cum!” Dad shoved his cock in and out of Tina’s ass. He had two fingers in her cunt too. He could feel her body shake as she started to cum. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned. “Shit!” Dad felt his cock crushed by ass muscles. It was a shock, but it also set off his second orgasm. Tina’s nails raked is thighs while he blew wads of cum up her ass. Tina shuddered as the orgasm shook her body. Finally, it was over. Dad and Tina were both dripping sweat. Dad pulled his cock out of Tina’s ass wondering, “What the hell have I done?” Tina looked up at her father with a mischievous grin. “You look kind of dirty now Daddy. I think you need a shower!” Dad didn’t realize what was happening at first. A warn spray of water hit his chest. Then the spray intensified and he realized Tina was peeing on him. “Damn this girl,” he thought, but smiled because the golden shower felt good. It really felt good when she aimed her piss at his cock, washing it clean after its backdoor adventure. Tina finished peeing. Dad smiled, and then looked at the mess. “You’ve been a bad girl, Tina,” he said mockingly. “You’re going to help me clean this place up.” He pointed to the puddle at his feet, “This is your pee after all.” Tina jumped up and hugged her Dad. She gave him a big kiss, then said, “I’ll help you clean up, but let’s not tell Mommy." Christy Ch. 06 The house was strangely quiet when Christy came home. She set her pack down by the door and listened to the stillness. Faintly, she heard muffled sounds. A TV droned somewhere upstairs. Music faintly seeped up from the basement. She wasn't alone. Dad and Tina must be home, but the house still felt unnaturally empty. Christy picked up her bag and went upstairs. She wasn't ready to see Dad just yet. Tina's door was open so she went in. Tina had Buffy the Vampire Slayer playing on TV, but she was busily typing away at her computer. Christy recognized the screen as a chat room. "What ya doing squirt?" Christy asked. "Wha?" Tina said absently. "Chatting." "Who with?" Christy asked. "The Church Ladies," Tina said. "Nuns with guns?" Christy asked thinking her sister must be kidding. She usually caught Tina chatting about boy bands or, lately, doing cyber. "Nah," she said distractedly. "I'm talking to Mom's friends. Daddy's really bumming. Mom's gone off to the Gran's and I want to find out what's going on." Tina turned from the screen and looked at Christy. "Whatever's going on, it isn't about your pierced titties." "So you talked to Dad?" Christy asked. Tina broke into a salacious grin, "Oh we talked," she cooed. "Daddy's got a silver tongue, ya know." "No!" Christy exclaimed. "You didn't!" "What?" Tina shot back. "Like you're the only one who gets to fuck Daddy?" "You little slut!" Christy laughed. "You bet!" Tina said. Her expression turned serious again. "Have you seen Daddy's little lair in the basement? He's got a lot of stuff from when he and Mom were younger. Punk albums, letters, naked pictures of Mom." Tina was expecting Christy to be shocked by the revelation, but all she said was "He's got pictures. He told me they met on a nude beach." "OK," Tina said a trifle miffed. "It so didn't fit with Mom. I mean, Mom makes the nuns look like Girls Gone Wild." "She's not that bad," Christy laughed. "Well, almost" Tina responded. "Anyway, I hacked her computer and looked at her files and stuff. Boring." "And you expected?" "Something," Tina said. "So I looked at her bookmarks and found this chat room she goes to. I've been talking to her Church Lady friends pretending to be an old college friend." "And..." Christy asked. "And nothing," Tina signed typing a bye message to the chat room and logging off. "Momma is a saint. She's a pillar of the church. The one thing I did get from them is she has a redemption fixation. They say she's always talking about atonement and earning forgiveness." "Forgiveness for what?" Christy asked. "No one knows." Tina said. "Or no one is telling. They're all tight asses ya know." "Good work, Nancy Drew," Christy said as she mussed Tina's hair. "So what's Dad doing?" "Moping, drinking, listening to the records Mom made him promise to destroy. Looking at the photos Mom told him to burn." Tina looked profoundly sad. "Daddy's sad, lonely, horny and now he's feeling guilty because he fucked his daughters." "Hey, I only blew him," Christy said, but the attempt at humor fell flat. She hadn't really thought that Dad would feel guilty about having sex with her. "Yeah. That didn't get Monica off the hook either," Tina said. "Look, not to change the subject, but you got a package from Denmark." "Really?" said Christy. "I don't know anyone in Denmark." "Well, open it and find out what it is," Tina said tossing the package over to her. Christy opened the mailer and slid out a blank DVD case with Carmen Sessions 78-79 handwritten on it. A letter fell out with it. Christy opened the letter and read: This is Doc's friend Han. I got your address from Liz. It bothered me that you looked so familiar. When I got back to work, I realized you reminded me of a girl I worked with when I was just starting in the business. I'd just been mastering some of her old loops to DVD before my trip. I burned this compilation for you so you could check it out. Let me know what you think." "Who's Han?" Tina asked. "A guy I fucked in Amsterdam," Christy said. "He makes pornos." "You fucked a porn star?" Tina asked. "No," Christy said as she stared at the case. "More like a camera man, editor than a star. I don't know. I was kind of high when he screwed me." "Well," Tina said, "let's see what he sent." Christy popped the DVD into Tina's player. The screen came alive with the logo of a Danish film company followed by a title screen, also in Danish. The scene opened on a very 70's looking living room. The doorbell rings and a disco boy walk to the door. "Hey, I think that's Han," Christy said. Han opens the door and there is a woman wearing a polyester jump suit with cleavage down to her navel standing there. The woman asked if she could demonstrate a vacuum cleaner that really sucked hard. No sooner was she in the door than she had Han's cock in her mouth. "She does look a little like me," Christy said. The woman on the screen was now laying on the sofa being fucked. They changed positions to doggy style and the camera came in for a close up on her face beaming orgasmic bliss. The camera cut to her pussy being pounded and then the scene ended with Han cumming all over the woman's face. Tina froze the frame. "That's Mom," she said. "Can't be," Christy said knowing that it probably was. Grans always said she looked just like Mom when she was young. The woman on the screen looked an awful lot like Christy. Her skin was a little darker, lips a little fuller, but the similarities were striking. "Can't be," Christy repeated. "I just saw Dad's naked pictures of Mom," Tina said. "They were from '79. They met in Europe. That's Mom!" "I think we'd better get Dad," Christy said in a half whisper. "I think he'd better see this." "I dunno," Tina said. "He's really bummed already." "I don't see how this could make things any worse," Christy said. "Besides, maybe he knows something about all of this." "OK, OK," Tina muttered. "You're probably right. I'll go get him." Tina ran off down the hall while Christy stared at the frozen image on the screen. "Could Mom, the Ice Queen, the Holiest of the Holy Rollers have been a porn star?" It was too much to comprehend. Too much new information was flooding her. She felt stoned, but she hadn't touched anything in days. This was all too strange for words. None of this could be real. Soon, Tina came back dragging Dad with her. He was half drunk and protesting, "what's so damned important I have to come up here right this minute?" "Who is that?" Tina blurted. "Is that anyone you recognize?" "Oh my God," Dad sighed and sank down on the bed. "Where in the world… What the hell is that?" "Who is that?" Christy asked coolly. Dad looked at her like she'd asked if the sky is red or if the moon is made of Mozzarella. It was a befuddled look one gives when asked an incredibly stupid question by someone who should know the answer. Maybe it was the look of someone who didn't know anymore. Maybe the sky really is red. "Where did you get this," Dad asked, perhaps evading the question. "This guys I met in Holland sent me a DVD of old film loops he's transferring to DVD," Christy said. "He said the girl in the loops looked a lot like me." "I see," Dad said. "Can I see this thing from the start?" Tina hit the menu commands and the DVD started over. When the disco boy came on screen, Dad said, "that's Han. I met him in France about the same time I met your Mother. They were traveling together." When the door opened, Dad confirmed, "and that is your Mom. She was something then." Tina shot Christy a startled look. She hadn't known what to expect; Anger, rage, jealousy maybe. This deadpan confirmation of identities was freaking her out. "Have you seen this before, Daddy?" Tina asked. "No," Dad sighed. "Talk to us, Daddy," Christy implored. Dad sighed again. "I knew your Mom made some loops. It was quick money and they didn't ask for work permits. They were shot for the local market, so she never expected them to show up at home. I don't know if Mom ever saw the finished films." The first loop ended and the second began. This time, Mom was a housewife and a mousy looking blond was at the door. The blond was going door to door selling sex toys. Mom let her in and before you could say double A battery,the blond was using a big red vibrator on Mom. "Dad," Tina gasped in shock, "Mom's eating pussy!" "That's Veronica," Dad said. "We had a great three way on the beach in Crete. I didn't marry a church lady, girls. Your Mom was a sex freak." Christy shrieked, "Oh my God! Mom's fisting that chick!" Dad chuckled, the first time the girls had heard him laugh in days. "Oh that's Veronica all right. Talk about size queens! If you weren't hung like a horse… We took turns fisting her one night and she never did get enough." "Ummm, Dad," Tina asked dumbfounded, "Is this the same person who freaked out when I wore a miniskirt to school? The same control freak who doesn't want me alone with boys?" "It's the same woman, but not really the same person," Dad said, sadness returning to his voice. "Something changed about three years after you were born." The trio sat in silence watching the rest of the lesbian loop. Mom fisted Veronica, then Veronica used a satchel full of sex toys on Mom. The scene ended in classic loop style with both women riding the same double headed dildo. The third loop began with Mom dancing in a nightclub. She got up on the bar and she didn't have panties on. The guys at the bar got rowdy trying to catch a look at Mom's pussy. Mom laughed at them, hiked up her skirt and peed in their faces. "This is too much!" Tina shouted. "Mommy was a freak!" "I think I like this version of Mom a lot better," Christy said. On screen, the nightclub had degenerated into a piss orgy. Mom was still on the bar, but now she had a cock in her mouth and another in her cunt. Another woman stood over them spraying piss on everyone. The camera panned around to other couples fucking, sucking and pissing. They recognized Veronica when the camera panned to her getting fisted by a black guy while a white guy pissed in her mouth. The camera panned back to Mom in time to see two cocks spraying her face with cum. "I liked this version on Mom better too," Dad said. "We had some really good times." A fourth loop came on screen. This one was an early gang bang loop with Mom taking on five guys. She had a cock in her ass, one in her cunt, one in each hand and one in her mouth. The guys changed position every few minutes until everyone had a go at each hole. The segment ended with all five guys cuming on Mom's face and open mouth at the same time. The loop ended on a freeze frame of Mom's face glazed in spunk. "So what happened to this freaky sex bomb?" Christy asked. "Why did we get stuck with a church lady?" "And why the hell did you stay with her," Tina chimed in rudely. "I don't know what happened," Dad said. "Things were great. We calmed down a bit after you girls were born. We couldn't spend all our time fucking around with babies at home. Still, we had a good sex life and we still played with friends from time to time. Then, like I said, about three years after Tina was born, everything changed. She went to visit her mother one weekend shortly after her Dad's funeral and came back a born again prude. She never did really explain why." "But why did you stay with her?" Tina pressed. "She's got cobwebs in her cunt. How can you stand it?" "I've almost left her a number of time. I did leave her for awhile when she came back born again. I came back because I wanted to be a Father to my girls and I kept hoping that the vixen I married would come back some day." "But she hasn't." Tina said. The fifth loop had stated as they were talking. It was another lesbian scene and rather dull compared to what came before. A tawny Brazilian girl was going down on Mom. Then Mom went down on the Brazilian girl. Christy giggled when Mom started licking the Brazilian girl's asshole. "So that's where I get by ass bandit tendencies" she snorted. "You can lick my ass anytime," Tina shot back. "You girls are so bad," Dad said suppressing a smile. On screen, the Brazilian girl got up and left the scene. Mom lay on a bed fucking herself with a big, black dildo. She was really working the thing like there was no tomorrow. She slammed the big dong into her pussy and was clearly about to cum. "Oh shit!" Christy screamed. "I don't fucking believe this!" "What the fuck?" Tina gasped. The Brazilian girl had just walked back into the scene and she was leading a small pony. Mom broke into a huge grin as and… it looked like the film melted and the screen went black. "Daddy?" Christy asked. "Was Mommy going to do what I think she was going to do?" "Was Mom into fucking horses?" Tina blurted. "I don't know." Dad said, clearly as shocked as his daughters. "We never did anything like that. We joked about it sometimes, but we never did anything. Maybe we just never had the chance." "Christy, you gotta ask Han what happens next" Tina cried. "Why did that asshole send only part of the scene? What kind of shitty tease is that?" "Yeah," Christy said absentmindedly. "I'll try to find out. But Daddy, what are we going to tell Mom?" Christy Ch. 07 Christy 7: The Intervention "Han says I just made him feel like a dirty old man," Christy said as she hung up the phone. "It freaked him out that he's fucked me and Mom and we were both teenagers when he did it." "Looks like he's always been a dirty mofo," Tina said. "But what did he say about those movies." "Well," Christy said, "first off Han says Mom was a great lay. He couldn't believe it when I told her she's been an uptight church lady for as long as I can remember. Han remembers Mom the same was as Dad described her. She was a wild child ready to do almost anything. He said there are a lot more loops with Mom in them. The ones he put on that DVD were the ones where she was the star performer. There are a lot of orgy scenes where she's just one of the girls. Han says that what he sent was pretty representative." "Ok," Tina blurted impatiently. "But what about that last loop? What happened after the film melted?" "Han's not sure," Tina said. "He doesn't have a complete version of that one. He said he put that on just to freak me out. He had no idea how freaky it was going to be for me. Anyway, he only has fragments of that loop. The Brazilian girl definitely does it with the pony. He didn't see any footage of Mom doing it, but he can't be sure." "So what do we do now?" Tina whined. "We ask Mom." Dad said flatly. Things had been weird around the homestead ever since they'd seen Mom's 70's sex tapes. Dad was in a funk because it brought back memories of when he'd been married to the hottest piece of ass on two continents. Christy and Tina were still trying to make sense of it. The mom they knew was an uptight, repressed church lady who never wore anything sexy and gave them shit about just about everything they did that wasn't prim and proper. That image lay in waste after Dad's revelations that he and Mom had been swingers and Han's DVD proving that Mom had done pornos while she was an exchange student in Germany. It was all too much for them to take in. "You know," Dad said, "I've put up with this long enough. It's time we found out what made Mom turn into a prude. I'm tired of sneaking off to hookers when I absolutely have to get laid." "What about us!" Tina pouted. "Don't we count?" "I'm not proud of that," Dad said. "A man really shouldn't be fucking his own daughters." "We don't mind," Christy said evenly. "We're both legally adults now. It's not like you're forcing yourself on little girls. So we like fucking our Daddy. Is that so horrible?" "Some would think so," Dad muttered. "Then piss on them," Tina laughed. "Better yet, piss on me! I like it." "Me too," Christy giggled. "But seriously, what are we going to do about Mom?" "When she gets home, I'll show her the movie and see what she does," Dad said. "It may be the end of this marriage, but so be it. I really can't go on like this." The house was dark when Mom came home. She planned it that way. She was hoping to avoid any confrontation with her family. She was hoping not to have to see any of her family. This whole crisis with Christy was just too much for her. She's tried so hard to make amends for her evil way. She'd tried so hard to make sure her children hadn't succumbed to the same demons that lead her astray as a youth. She'd tried to enforce modesty and chastity. She's taken them to church every Sunday, more often when she could get them to go. It had been getting harder and harder as they got older. The girls seemed hell bent on running to the devil with open arms and open legs. And then this abomination of Christy's from Europe. She knew she should have sent her off for a semester with missionaries! The children were bad. What was worse still, her husband was supporting the children! He threw her wicked past in her face as if it justified her children's sin. It was all too much. She went to Mother's house in San Diego for support. Mother prayed with her all weekend, but told her God was punishing her for her evil past. God was punishing her by making her see her children turn into Satan's strumpets. "How much suffering?" she wondered. "How much atonement would satisfy God?" She crept into the bedroom hoping her husband had fallen asleep down in his little den of vice. The room was dark, but there was a dark shape in the chair in the corner. The lights flashed on momentarily blinding her. She heard her husband say gravely, "We have to talk." "Are you ready to repent your wicked ways?" she said haughtily. Dad winced at the tone of her voice. He shook his head sadly and said, "no." I want to talk about you. I want you to watch a little movie I just found. Then I want you to tell me what's really going on. I really don't think you've been truthful with me in fifteen years!" "I told you," she said defensively. "I found Jesus and he saved me. I've.been…" "Bullshit! I don't buy it," Dad snapped. "At least not completely. There's something else going on here." He pushed the play button on the remote and the TV screen flashed to life. The Danish DVD started playing the door to door salesgirl loop. "When I met you, you believed in God and went to church and it didn't stop you from doing this. Something else is going on." Mom felt like she's been sucker punched by Mike Tyson. A wave a dread rolled over her like a cold damp fog. The room went fuzzy, except for that long ago image on the TV screen. She felt tears roll down her face and heard a hideous sobbing coming from far, far away. Her twenty year old ghosts had finally caught up to her. Surely God would strike her down now! Words dimly penetrated her consciousness. "That's Han," Dad's voice filtered through the sobbing. He was holding he shoulders firmly. She vaguely realized she was trying to smash her head against the wall and he was preventing her. "Remember the three ways we had with him? What happened to the girl I married?" Mom tried to break free. All she could think of doing was throwing herself in front of a train. The evil was back. All the prayer and all the denial of her sinful urges, all the sacrifices were for nothing. Her sin was playing back to her and it was too much. "I killed him! I killed him!" she screamed. "God has cursed me because I killed him with my wickedness!" "What the fuck are you talking about?" Dad asked, his voice gentle now, trying to calm his hysterical wife. "My wickedness killed him," she sobbed ollapsing. The fight suddenly left her. She would just collapse here and die. "Killed who?" Dad asked. "What wickedness? Talk to me." "Daddy," she sobbed. "I killed Daddy." "Your father had a heart attack," she heard her husband saying. "He smoked four packs of cigarettes a day, drank like a fish and wasn't in good shape." "He found out about the movies!" Mom sobbed. " Momma told me one of his VFW buddies told him about the movies and the shock killed him. Momma said. "God punished me for my evil ways!" "What the fuck?" Tina blurted from the doorway. "That's whack!" Christy chimed in. "We're talking about your Father?" Dad said. "Your Mother convinced you that seeing these movies killed him? You believed that? "My sinful ways killed him," Mom sobbed. "Momma and the Reverend confronted me when I went down after the funeral. They told me that my Daddy had been mortified. They told me that the through of me whoring on film killed him." "That's utter bullshit!" Dad blurted in a sudden rage. "That dried up old cunt's been filling your head with lies. How well did you know your old man? Did you really ever know the man?" "He was a good, god fearing man," Mom sniffed. "When your Momma was around," Dad snorted. "When we were dating, he'd take me out to the garage to show me his stash of porn. He had a regular arcade out there with film projectors and magazines and autographed 8 X 10's of porn stars. You're Dad was a dog." "But if he knew I was doing that…" Mom began. "He'd have been proud," Dad cut her off. "He was always telling me what a fine piece of ass you were. He told me he wished he wasn't your father so he could do you himself!" "What!" Mom shrieked. "The only way seeing you in a porn loop would have killed your old man is if he got too big of a hardon," Dad shouted. "You mean if the Hindenburg crashed?" Christy giggled. "What!" Mom and Dad cried in unison turning to look at Christy for the first time since this confrontation began. "Yeah," Christy said blushing. "When I was little, Grampa used to play this game with me. He'd have me rub him and his tattoo of the Hindenburg would get bigger and bigger until it popped." Christy paused as the full impact of what she was saying sunk in. Then she continued in a whisper. "Oh shit. Grampa had me jack him off." Now it was Christy's turn to swoon. The memories of those innocent games came flooding back to her, only now they weren't so innocent. She'd never really thought of those games as sexual. They were the secret fun time she shared with Grampa. Now she realized that Grampa was a fucking freak. "There, there," Mom cooed, the maternal instinct overriding guilt, shame, confusion and fear. "It's not your fault. You were only a little girl. You didn't know what you were doing." "Your Father wasn't a saint." Dad said softly. "Nothing you could have done would have killed him." Mom was rocking back and forth with Christy in her arms. She was stroking her hair, muttering, "it's alright" and kissing her daughter's forehead. "Um," Tina said. "I don't mean to be … How do you know Christy is telling the truth? "I remember the Hindenburg," Mom said. Christy Ch. 08 Chapter 8: Lilith Rising "What's do you think is happening in there?" Tina asked looking down the hall toward her parent's room. She and Christy retreated to her room after they confronted Mom about her past dalliance in porno. They were trying to figure out how someone so free spirited could have turned into such a prude. No one anticipated the revelation that Gramps had played sex games with both Mom and Christy. They were still sitting around in shock. "Dunno," Christy said absently. "Talking, I guess. You know how Dad tries to get us to talk out our problems. He's got 15 years of garbage to talk out of Mom." "How are you? I mean, that stuff about Gramps?" Tina asked. "I feel kinda weird," Christy murmured. "I'd really pretty much forgotten about it. I don't remember it as being some big dirty secret. Gramps did tell me not to tell anyone about our special game. I dunno." "If you were molested, how come I turned out to be the slut?" Tina asked. Christy couldn't help but laugh at that. "After all I've done, you think I'm not a slut?" "You didn't blow the football team in High School, didja?" Tina taunted. "What?" Christy exclaimed. "You didn't!" "Not the whole team," Tina admitted. "Just the big geeky linemen who didn't have dates. You know how the guys sneak out to the practice shed to smoke reefer?" "Yeah," Christy replied. "Well, Megan Cho dared me to go out there and blow all the loser jocks." Tina smirked. "All I needed was a little prodding." "Slut!" Christy shot back giggling. "What else haven't you told me about?" Tina leaned forward with a wicked grin on her face, "Well, there's the dare I put Megan up to…" Tina left the sentence hanging. Dad just came out of the bedroom. He looked exhausted. He came down the hall and joined his daughters in Tina's room. Sitting on the foot of Tina's bed, he signed and said, "Well, if I didn't hate your Granny before, I do now. You already know that she laid a guilt trip on Mom about her Dad dying of shame. I don't know how she did it, but she really did a number on her. She's been wrapped up in the cocoon of guilt all these years. If she's only told me what her Mom had said…" "How is she?" Christy asked. "I'd say she's in shock," Dad said. "Us seeing the porno is nothing. Her Mom built up this saintly image of her Father that was complete bullshit. I've been in there telling her about her Dad's attic full of porn. He used to take me up there to see his "stamp collection" then show me some Blacks on Blonds loop. He used to brag about his mistresses in other cities and tell me where to find the best tail when traveling. I told your Mom that if the old goat did have a heart attack watching one of her loops, it was because he was beating off too hard." "What's she doing in there?" Tina asked. "Mostly crying," Dad said. "There's nothing more I can do right now." Dad got up and slowly walked downstairs. Christy and Tina looked at each other. "What now?" Tina asked. "I'll go in and talk to her," Christy said. "Or maybe just listen. I'm not sure what to do. This is all so weird." Christy walked down the hall to her parent's room while Tina scampered off after Dad. She slowly pushed the door open and looked in. Mom was lying on the bed looking disheveled. Her hair was down and messed up. Christy was surprised by how long it was. She could barely remember a time when Mom hadn't worn her hair up. She's just sort of assumed that it was cut short. Her tresses were long and came down to the middle of her back, long and raven black. Why should this surprise Christy so? Christy sat on the bed next to her Mother. She listened to her raspy breathing and knew that she could break down in tears again any moment. Christy felt pretty close to tears too. She reached out and touched Mom's shoulder and asked, "How you holding up?" Mom snorted a mirthless laugh, "None too well. I feel like such a fool." Christy stroked her Mother's hair. She didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone who's been living a lie for over a decade? Finally, she broke the silence saying, "You know, Grans always did strike me as a control freak." Mom didn't answer. She just sighed and looked pitiful. Christy wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. She stroked her mother's hair and kissed her forehead. As strange as it seemed, the woman who had been all fire and brimstone, who had truly scared Christy and made her adolescence an ordeal, now felt more like a frightened child. Christy rocked her back and forth muttering meaningless, 'there there's" in her ear. There wasn't anything to say. Instinctively, Christy ran her hand up and down her mother's back. A light massage always made her feel better. A light massage often turned her on. She ran her hand up and down her mother's back, muttered sweet nothings and kissed at the tears that still flowed down her cheeks. How many years had she held those tears back? Going on emotional autopilot, Christy continued to caress and kiss her mother. Without really intending to, the kisses became bolder. Christy kissed her mother's eyelids and got a little sob choked giggle when she kissed the tip of her nose. When she kissed her mother on the lips, it sent an electrical charge through her system. "This is so wrong!" Christy thought. Her mind screamed STOP, but her tongue had found its way past Mom's lips and was exploring her mouth. More surprising, Mom wasn't resisting! Christy felt Mom's tongue slide around hers tentatively. Christy withdrew her tongue and Mom's followed. Christy sucked Mom's tongue as if it were a cock, flicking at the tip and sliding back and forth. She was holding Mom tighter now, feeling her breasts mashed against her breasts. Her hands were sliding everywhere, feeling the familiar body in a new way for the first time. Christy slid her hand up the back of her Mom's shirt to feel skin on skin. She felt something that made her break off! "What's that on your back?" Christy asked with real concern in her voice. Something didn't feel right. The skin she felt should have been smooth, but it wasn't. "Nothing," Mom said trying to compose herself. "It's nothing." "No Mom," Christy said angrily trying to pull up the back of Mom's shirt. "Something's not right." Mom squirmed trying to get away from her, but Christy was quicker and pulled the shirt up to reveal thick welts covering her mother's back. Not only were there angry fresh welts, but Christy could see faded bruises and even some faint scarring. "What the hell is all this?" Christy demanded pulling the shirt up over Mom's head. Mom huddled on the bed looking like a whipped puppy now; the whipped part being quite literal. Christy had been around the S&M club enough to know what a caning looked like. It looked like Mom had recently been put through a pretty rough session. The welts were red and raw; some were scabbed where blood had been drawn. "Who the hell beat you, Mom?" "It wasn't a beating," Mom said barely audibly. "It was an exorcism. Mom took me to the Reverend to have the evil cast out." "The Reverend beat you?" Christy said astonished. "Why? How long?" "The Reverend said I had demons in me. He said they made me kill my Daddy. He cast them out, but they kept coming back." "What?" Christy blurted. "Every few months the Reverend would see the demons getting strong in me. He'd take me to the rectory and tie me to a cross. Then he's pray over me while he drove out the evil." "What did he use to drive out the evil?" Christy asked incredulously. "Sometimes a belt, sometimes a switch, sometimes a strap." Mom said. "This time was a switch, I think. I couldn't see through the blindfold." "Why? Why did you let him do that? "He said it was for my own good," she whispered. Christy's mind was reeling. This was more of a shock than Mom doing porno. The turn to a prude almost made sense, but this? The tyrannical Mom who was such a holy roller was really some perverted minister's slave! "Is that all he did? Christy asked the anger rising in her voice. "Is that all the Reverend did to you? Was there ever anything else to these exorcisms?" "He called it experiencing God's love," Mom said meekly. "You were fucking the Reverend!" Christy hissed. "You fucking cunt. All this time you've been giving us hell about wearing make up and slutty clothes. All this time you've been making Dad beg. All this time you were fucking some goddamned Reverend!" Mom was crying again now. She was utterly humiliated because she knew it was true. She'd denied it to herself for years, but she couldn't anymore. The Reverend and her Mother had used her guilt to turn her into a sex slave. She cowered, feeling the withering glare of her daughter on her battered back. "It's over bitch," she heard Christy snarl. "You're not going to be the Rev's sex toy anymore. You've got a lot of amends to make here, you fucking slut." Mom just nodded her head. "She's right." she thought. "The Reverend owns me though," she said aloud. "Bullshit!" Christy snapped. "The Reverend stole you. If anyone owns your sorry ass, it's Daddy." Mom just sat nodding her head, which pissed Christy off more. "Goddamn it," she thought, "I'll show her what it means to be a slave." "Get over here, bitch," Christy sneered. "You're going to serve this family like you should have been doing all these years. Get on your knees." Mom slid over and knelt in front of her daughter. She looked up at her angry face and knew that she had to do whatever was demanded of her. "Lick this, you miserable cunt," Christy spat shoving her Mother's face into her crotch. To her amazement, Mom went to work licking her pussy. Somehow, Christy hadn't believed she would do it. The domineering parent was her bitch? Christy rocked back on her heals savoring the feeling of Mom's tongue on her clit. She felt her cunt oozing juices all over her mother's face. She felt the tongue probing deeply inside her. "You're a good little cunt licker, aren't you?" Christy heard herself say. "How far can I push this," Christy though. "Let's find out." Christy pushed her mother's head back and looked down at her. Her face was slick with pussy juices. What surprised her more was the radiant smile on mom's face. Christy couldn't remember seeing her look this happy, ever. "You're doing a fair job, slut," Christy said. "But I want you to take care of the other side now." Christy turned around and spread her ass cheeks. An electric jolt shot up her spine as she felt mom's tongue plunge deep into her asshole. Christy slowly rocked back and forth enjoying being tongue fucked. She closed her eyes and arched her back letting the sensations flow through her. She gasped slightly when she felt fingers slide up her pussy, but it felt so good. Mom was frantically tonguing her asshole. Fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit with her thumb. Christy shuddered as the sensations roiled through her body. It was inevitable. It swept over Christy faster and harder than she expected. She was shuddering as her muscled clamped down on fingers and tongue. The orgasm surged and shorted out neurons. Christy felt her knees buckle as she came. She fell sideways, landing on the bed with her body still twitching. The afterglow felt like being high on the finest hash. Christy lay on the bed for almost five minutes before she opened her eyes. She smiled savoring the intensity of the orgasm. When she looked over, she saw mom still on her knees, her face covered in pussy juice and a few flecks of brown. Christy sat up still feeling woozy. "You know your place now, don't you," she asked mom. "Yes mistress," she replied. "Very well," Christy said. "No more Reverend for you. We can take care of your demons here. I want you to wash your face and then go downstairs and fuck daddy's brains out. Do anything and everything he wants. Christy Ch. 09 Dad sat with his head in his hands. A scratchy record by Old and New Dreams played. As Don Cherry played the opening theme of Lonely Woman, he wondered what the fuck happened to his life? When he bought this album, life was great. He'd found the woman of his dreams. She was smart, sexy, up for any kinky thing that came into his head and she loved him. He loved her too. Oh, his parents hadn't been happy when he came home with a black girl. They hadn't made a scene about it, but they made the odd comment like, "what will the children be." That seemed so very long ago now. Dad slumped back on the sofa. "What happened?" he muttered to himself. Complex emotions raced around his head. He'd almost made peace with stealing the occasional one nighter on the road. He'd almost come to terms with the idea that his wife was someone he shared a house and children with, not a real partner. Then Christy and Tina brought him back to life sexually, but the guilt ate at him. "They're my daughters. They're adult now, but they're still my daughters," he thought. "What sort of Father fucks his own daughters?" Dad popped open a can of beer and took a sip. "Who the hell invented this lite crap," he muttered to the ductwork overhead. His head hurt. Nothing made sense. How in the world could Maggie have bought into such a load of crap? The whole religious conversion had been weird enough, but he'd seen that with enough of his old punk rock buddies to take it in stride. Learning that Maggie had done porno before they'd married made him sad. Not sad that she'd done it, but sad that she'd never shared it with him. Maybe if she had, her Mom and the Reverend would not have been able to fill her head with all that guilt and shame. He took another sip of tasteless beer wondering, if he even knew who he was married to anymore. For that matter, did he still know who he was? The needle clicked in the runoff groove. Dad got up and changed the record. Kind of Blue seemed to fit the mood. The pipes gurgled as water ran somewhere up stairs. The computer pinged the instant messenger alert. He looked at the screen and read, "Hi. I'm naked on my web cam now" and deleted the message. "Damn spam," he muttered and took another hit off the beer. Dad heard the cellar door open. He heard bare feet slapping the stairs. "Probably Tina," Dad thought. He sits down on the sofa again wondering how all this is going to make sense. Then he hears his wife's voice, soft and timid like he hasn't heard it in ages, "Greg... Master?" Dad looks over to see Mom kneeling at the end of the sofa. Her eyes are puffy. She's completely naked. When was the last time he'd seen Maggie naked like this? Years? The woman in front of him looked so different. She was almost a stranger. "Master?" she said again in a weak and timid voice. "I've displeased you. I am so sorry. May I please serve you?" "May you serve me?" Dad repeated not believing what he was hearing. "May you serve me? Where the hell did that come from?" "Please Master," Mom whimpered. "I deserve your anger. I deserve to be punished. Do whatever you want with me." Dad stood up and walked over to the computer. He stared at the monitor flickering its inane screen saver while he tried to process this new development. Going from being a virtual cuckold to being called Master in less than a day? The vein in his temple throbbed. Long years of frustration boiled in veins. He turned on her and practically growled, "You don't know what you've put me through." Years of stifled rage broke loose in Dad. All those years of sleeping next to a cold fish, all those years of being made to beg for the smallest scrap of attention boiled over. Dad took two log strides and slapped Maggie's face. The force of the blow shocked him, it scared him, but this thing was on a roll now. "You've been a miserable cunt to me. Do you know what it's like living with a prude with a shriveled up twat?" He slapped her again, pulling back on the force a little this time. "Do you know what it's like to have to beg?" "Please Master," Mom whimpered. "Please Master; let me suck your cock. Let me suck your big beautiful cock. Please!!!" This wasn't what Dad had in mind. He didn't know what he had in mind. His mind was a jumble of rage, compassion, love and hate. "Oh, now you want to suck it," he snarled. "Suck it!" Dad angrily ripped open his jeans and pulled his cock out. Mom opened her mouth and he jammed it in. He shoved his dick to the back of Mom's throat. He felt her gagging on his cock, but he grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. When he let her go, she pulled her mouth off his cock and gasped in air. Dad rammed his cock back down her throat to more retching. When he pulled out this time, Mom vomited all over his cock, the mess pouring him and landing on her tits. When she finished retching, she looked up and him with teary eyes and asked, "please Master, may I have more cock?" "You want more cock?" Dad said shoving Mom down in the puddle of her own puke. "I've got more cock for you." The pent up rage was still in control as he rammed his cock up Mom's cunt. In the back of his mind he registered how wet she was. It registered somewhere that she was really turned on. It registered, but he was still on a berserker. He rammed his cock in her sopping pussy and slapped her ass. He noticed the welts on her back and wondered where they came from, but was too busy shoving her face in her mess and fucking her to do anything about it. "Yes Master!" Mom cried. "Fuck my worthless cunt." Dad cringed inwardly. He hated that kind of talk. He'd never bought into that whole goddess/whore thing. It bothered him to hear that from his wife now, when he was treating her like a worthless whore. It bothered him, but it didn't stop him from pulling his cock out and shoving it up her ass. Mom cried out as the cock plowed into her rectum. She humped back as Dad fucked her furiously. He heard, "Take it up the ass, you filthy slut," and couldn't believe they were his words. Mom was leaning forward with one arm in front of her, her face in the puddle of puke and the other arm underneath her. Dad felt the fingers fucking Mom's cunt through the membrane separating the orifices. "You're loving this, aren't you slut?" he hear himself shout. "Yes Master!" Mom cried. "Fuck my filthy shit hole. Fuck me like the worthless piece of shit that I am!" Dad looked down at his cock plowing into Mom's asshole. It surprised him to see that his cock was coming out coated with thick, brown goo. He could feel his cock sliding through warm, softness in Mom's ass. With each stroke of his cock a little of this mess seeped out. Dad pulled his shit slicked cock out and a small pile of soft stool plopped to the floor. Dad hauled Mom up by the hair, forcing her to sit in her filth. He shoved his shit covered dick at her face and was shocked when she didn't hesitate to take it. Mom worked her tongue along the shaft of Dad's cock, licking the shit off. She sucked the cock hard and deep. Dad felt her tongue playing along the shaft. He felt her tongue tickling the base of his cock when he shoved it all the way down her throat. He felt his cock throb and pulse as he came closer and closer to blowing his load. Dad felt the first few jets of cum hit the back of Mom's throat. He pulled out and sprayed cum across Maggie's dark, mocha colored skin. His jizz splattered her nose and cheek. His cum bathed her lips and ran obscenely off her chin. When he was done, Maggie's face was coved in cum. Her lips were streaked with sit and her hair was matted with vomit. In a final show of humiliation, Greg let loose a torrent of piss. His piss washed away the cum. It washed the chunks of puke out of her hair. Mom opened her mouth and let the piss fill her. She gargled urine and let it over flow her mouth, running over her chin and washing over her tits. Pissing on Maggie had been the last outburst of Greg's rage, but as the piss washed away the mess, he found his anger going away too. Dad looked down on Maggie as he shook the last drops from his dick. She looked frail and helpless sitting in puddle of filth. She looked up at him and he saw a lot of things in her eyes. He saw hurt and fear. He saw a child lied to and used. He saw a woman, driven half way crazy by deceit and manipulation. Somewhere, swimming with all those emotions and memories, Greg saw something he'd almost forgotten. He saw the woman he fell in love with all those years ago. Dad pulled a couple towels down from the linens shelf. They were old towels, consigned to the basement to be used as rags. He wrapped one of the towels around Mom's shoulder as he helped her up. "You know," he said in his usual, thoughtful tone of voice, "you really are a mess. We better get you cleaned up."