Shauna and I went back downstairs with the intention of reading Terry the "riot
act".  When she saw us, she struggled angrily as if to say that she'd "get us
back."  Shauna sat down at the table to Terry's left side and fished a hand
under her greased up tits to find a nipple to tease, while I decided to see what
Terry had bought with my dad's credit cards.  

Terry was obviously very annoyed at Shauna's ministrations, which varied from
sensual pinching to painful nipple twisting.  I pulled out an expensive looking
dress that looked too slutty to be eveningwear, but too riche to be casual.
"So," I said holding it up against my body to show Shauna, "where did you plan
to wear this?  I bet my dad would never be seeing you in this. Right?"

Terry tried to respond angrily, but the cum soaked panties in her mouth
prevented her answer from being understood.  "Do we keep it on the wear list or
the trash?"  I asked Shauna.

"'Wear list' I guess, but only when we say."  Shauna decided.

"Done." I said and went fishing in another box, the one with a handle making it
a cardboard suitcase.  "Okay! Okay! What do we have going on here?" I said
dramatically as I saw what was inside.

Shauna jumped up to see what I was looking at.  "What is that stuff?" Shauna
asked.

"Now, I Know these weren't meant to be used with my dad.  He's way too straight
for these kinds of things." I accused, while holding up items from an array of
leather and vinyl gear. "What were you planning to do with this stuff?" I asked
while moving the carrot in her rear and the cucumber in her twat around at the
same time.  All she could do was moan.  "Okay.  Here's the deal.  This stuff now
belongs to Shauna and me." Shauna smiled proudly. "Shauna, here, slice these
up."  I said passing her the vegetables from Terry's cavities. "These will be
Slut Butt's dinner salad tonight." I said rounding up the goods.

Then I untied Terry's ankles, and she tried to kick me.  I responded with one
swift and effective swat on her rear. "Okay, I'm letting you up now to take a
shower.  I want you cleaned up for the party tonight, and pay particular
attention to that five o'clock shadow developing between your legs." I
instructed as I removed her gag.

"I've had enough of you two.  I'm going out tonight."  Terry said defiantly.

"I don't think that is ever going to be the case, at least not while you're
married to my dad." I warned her. Then I let her hands free.  When she stood up
and was rubbing her wrists, I noted that her skirt was too long for our
purposes, and went behind her, unzipped it and let it fall to the floor.  "Now
get your slutty ass upstairs and into the shower, or I'll shower you myself."  I
ordered still intensely angry.

While Terry was going upstairs, we looked at the rest of her fetish purchases
until we heard a strange sound coming from her purse.  I opened it to find that
she had recently acquired a cell phone for herself.  I passed it to Shauna for
her to answer it as Terry.

"Hello." She said as seductively as she understood to be.  "Yes." She said
raising her eyebrows, biting down on sucked in lips to prevent a giggle.
"Okay."  She said and closed the phone.

"What?" I quizzed wanting to know what she was all excited about.

"It was one of her clients or something."  She said all animated. "He asked if
she got the stuff he asked her to get and I said 'Yes' for her."

"Okay." I said realizing there was more to come.

"And, he wanted me to remember to meet him tomorrow at the Southridge Mall at
11:30 wearing the black number."  She said. 

"Cool.  We get to see what Slut Cakes is up to."  I said.  "Let me see that some
more."  I played around with the phone and saw that it showed the last ten
numbers called and received.  We wrote them down and put the phone back in her
purse.

We were walking back upstairs when we heard her yell. "Hey you brats, what the
hell happened to my clothes?"

We looked at each other, laughed at our inside joke, and jogged up to the
bedroom.  Terry was standing legs apart and arms akimbo, until she saw us enter,
then tried to cover her nudity with her hands and arms.  Feeling at a
disadvantage, she spoke more agreeably, "Ah, what did you kids do with my
things?  I need to get dressed now."

"Oh, you've got plenty of things to wear, right Shauna?"

"Sure, just take your pick." Shauna suggested.

"I can't � these are just under things mostly, where did you put my clothes.
Please.  Tell me." Terry pleaded.

"From now on you wear what we say, how we say, and when we say, as long as you
live under this roof with my father."  I said laying down the law.

"You can't be serious.  What would your father say?"

"Oh, I think he will be pleased with the change.  At least that is, it's for you
to convince him you are doing it for his benefit, because you love him so much,
and want to turn him on."  I explained dramatically smooching an imaginary
person, and then with more conviction,  "Otherwise, he learns the truth about
you and your history.  Get it?"  She looked down submissively.  "From now on,
your sexual energies are to be directed toward my father exclusively, or when I
need, when we need it," I corrected, putting a smile on Shauna's face, "So get
used to it.  Tonight you can wear what Shauna picks out for you and you can help
out at our party."

"What party? Who said you could ha �" She started to ask, when my look cut her
off.

"You don't seem to get it do you." I explained.  "You are not the boss of me,
Shauna here, or any of my friends." I paused for emphasis but before she could
argue, "My dad unwittingly made you my stepmother, but damn it, you don't
deserve him and you don't rule over me.  I already had a mother; she was the
best; and you're just a sexy slut that has fooled my father into thinking he's
loved by you.  All you want is access to his money and all that time alone he
affords you to do what you want with anyone you care to do it with.  Well, I can
see right through it, and I'll let my father see it too if you don't cooperate."
She looked off to the side in thought. "You'll do what I say and when I say it.
You got it?" I said in my sternest voice.

Terry nodded and swallowed an emerging laugh intended at my expense, so as not
to bring on my wrath.  "Okay Little Man.  What am I supposed to do?"

I was steaming by this point.  I hated that she could get to me, and I hated to
be so emotional, so I just left her with Shauna and went back downstairs to find
that Ely had come by early.

"What's wrong?"  He asked me.

"Nothing.  Just that piece of ass my father brought home is such a bitch." I
explained.

"I think she's hot." Ely offered.

"That's the point of tonight, my friend." I encouraged.  "Look what we found in
her purse."

"Yeah, a cell phone, so what?" Ely replied.

"Yeah, a brand New cell phone with ten new numbers called already, all local and
none to my dad, that's what." I pointed out. "I'd sure like to know who they
are."

"No problem, Man." Ely said with a knowing smile. "All you do is call the
library, ask for 'telephone reference' and give the reference clerk the number
to look up in a reverse directory."

"Really?  Geez Ely, where do you come by all this stuff?"  I said excited.  Ely
just smiled proudly.

"I'm gonna check the apparatus."  Ely stated.

"Okay, I'll be with you shortly."  I said, checked the soda situation, and
started to pull out snacks.

When I was satisfied with the fixings, I went back upstairs.  As I passed
Terry's room, I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, her forearms on her
thighs looking past her fiddling fingers into the space beyond the floor.  I
left her to fret and went on to find Shauna.  When I entered my room, Shauna was
startled and quickly tried to hide my magazines like a kid trying to put a
cookie back into the jar when caught.  When she saw it was only I, she relaxed,
although blushing noticeably.

"When are you gonna take that bath for me?"  I ribbed, referring to a promise
she made to show me how she masturbated with the water filling a bathtub.

"Oh come on, you don't need to see that anymore."  She said.  "Look.  A lot of
these things are in your magazines."

I looked at the magazines she had open to see the fetish-wear that Terry had
bought on the pages of the zines.  "Yeah.  Cool." I acknowledged.  "Ely's here.
When are you coming down?"

"Oh, in a few minutes."  She said while poring over the magazines.

I went back to Terry's room and told her to be downstairs within ten minutes.
Jason and his older brother Jeremy were already in the kitchen eating away at
the snacks when I got there, and Steve and Russ were coming up the steps.  "Hey
guys the cucumbers and carrots �" I tried to warn, but was too late, "Okay then
�"

As we talked, joked and generally got each other up for our impending sexual
fulfillment, Terry entered the room in the shimmering black dress, which was
nothing more than a very short full slip with thin spaghetti straps. Covering
her legs were smoked seamless pantyhose ending in black high-heeled pumps.

"Hi mOm." I said lyrically with heavy sarcasm. "Fix us some hot dogs or
something and bring them downstairs for the party."

Terry ignored me and smiled at Jeremy seductively, like the slut she really was.
The guys were getting hot with the sound of her heels clicking on the floor, the
smell of her shampoo as she brushed her body up against them in the crowded
space, and with them trying to remember what her sexy body looked like as it
moved under the flimsy garment. "Com'on guys." I directed when they just stood
and watched lustfully as Terry opened the fridge and bent down to see what was
inside.

Finally, I nearly had to physically pull them to go with me downstairs to join
Ely.  We talked about what we were going to do when Terry came down.  I went up
to check on her, to make sure she hadn't bolted on us.  After all, she was
unbridled so to speak, as she didn't have on the chastity panties.  I was glad
that she was boiling hot dogs per my request.  The buns lay on a serving platter
and a bottle of ketchup was ready to go.  I watched as she used tongs to put the
wieners into the buns and followed her downstairs thinking that I might halfway
like her for more than just her body if she weren't such a conniving slutty
bitch.

She walked into the middle of the circle formed by my friends and turned around
until they we were all served.  Spontaneously, and without communication between
us, we all sat down around her in a circle and looked up at Terry holding the
platter while we ate.  This caught her off guard, as we were all looking up her
legs and at the underside of her proud breasts.  Then Ely's contraption caught
her eye.

"Ah, what's that?"  She asked anyone who'd answer, worried at what might be the
response.

"Exercise equipment." I replied definitively, trying not to steer Terry to Ely
stifling a laugh. "We want a floorshow with our dinner." I went on. "Slowly take
off the dress."

"Yeah, do a little dance." Josh said smiling.

Terry had been through this before with me and didn't want to fight, besides,
she was an exhibitionist at heart, so she slithered her body to imaginary music
for a while before pulling her dress up her hips to show us the pantyhose.  We
were finished with the wieners and just watched rapt as she teased us with peeks
of her breasts while she turned slowly in place.  Then she stopped abruptly.  "I
need a drink."

"No, I think I'd like you aware of everything tonight."  I responded.  "Get back
to it."

She started up again, but with a pissed off attitude this time.  Then Jeremy
piped up, "I need a drink."

"Okay, go help yourself." I said, because he was old enough, I thought.

Terry watched him leave the room with a glare and just took off the dress over
her head in a huff.

"Okay, so cooperation is not the order of the night, Ely help me with this." I
said,  "I want her strung up for awhile." 

Ely helped me by securing her wrists while I got a hammer, nails, and a long
wire brush.  "Bring her here." I asked him, referring to a support post where I
eyeballed the proper height for the wire brush.  I pounded in two nails through
the handle into the post so that the prickly brush bristles would be facing up
as the brush jut out from the post.  With Ely's help, I made her straddle the
bristles placed at a nasty height that caused her to stay on the balls of her
feet to keep from being stung from their bite through the hose.  Without her
heels on, her claves would get very sore in short order.  To keep her in place,
we pulled her wrists up over her head with a rope, leaving her helpless and
somewhat panicked at what I might think of next.

I was sick of her flirting ways, so I got her blindfolded, gagged, and waiting
anxiously for our next move.  "Okay guys.  Anybody who wants a piece of the
action needs to get their pants off."  I directed. My friends were more or less
excited and reluctant to oblige.  It meant revealing their stiff and semi stiff
cocks with varying degrees of pubic hair to one another.  Jeremy was "king cock"
of course and we were all in more or less of a semi-hard state of arousal mixed
with embarrassment.  At a momentary loss for what to do next, Shauna happened to
finally come down to join us.  She had on Terry's new high-heeled boots, which
were a size or so too big for her.  Although she was not accustomed to walking
in them, they did give her an air of confidence different than her casual
confidence she usually displayed around us.  She walked up to Terry and examined
our handiwork and giggled at the predicament we had her in.  She grazed the back
of her fingers down Terry's up stretched arm, along her armpits and under her
left breast like a tease.  Then her eyes made contact directly with Jeremy
staring at her.

"Shauna, you're getting pretty foxy these days.  Let's see some skin."  Jeremy
remarked.  The others looked on in fear of how Shauna might react to Jeremy's
forward request.  She could hold her own with most of them.

Shauna looked at Jeremy intently, creating a pregnant pause before responding.
We didn't know if her reaction would be indignant or otherwise.  Then there was
a collective mood of relief when she relaxed her stance and said
matter-of-factly said, "Okay."

Off came her shirt.  You could hear a collective inhale when a leather bra with
her nipples exposed came into view.  "All right!"  Jeremy said emphatically,
smiling big.  Shauna smiled back appreciatively, and seductively for her, then
slipped off her shorts to reveal leather bikini briefs with the crotch cut out.
Then I knew one of the reason's she had taken so long when I saw her nether lips
showing as smooth as a baby's bottom.  After that moment I could only look at
Shauna in a new way, which made me feel particularly embarrassed.

She looked at our cocks and balls with new interest as much as we were
responding to her budding sexuality and teasing demeanor with increasing
excitement.  She seemed to smile, as she noticed our cocks twitching more erect
by the second.  The attention seemed to intoxicate her.  She walked with
exaggerated hip movement around Terry tracing her index finger along Terry's
upper torso.  She stopped next to her and took a momentary inventory of the
state of our cocks, and then reached up to pinch her nipples to further tease
us. Although there was little, if any, eye contact, Shauna could tell we were
trying to swallow despite our dry mouths. Subconsciously, some of us started to
pad in place causing our cocks to bob and weave.

Encouraged by the reaction she knew she had caused in our erections, Shauna
unfastened the leather bra, to our amazement, stood next to Terry by the post,
intertwined her arms straight up over her head in a seductive pose and asked,
"Who's are better, hers or mine?"

Our cocks were all at maximum attention, pointing their pink helmets straight up
at her.  "You and Definitely you" soon followed the "Ah's" and "Um's", as we
each were so appreciative and turned on by her spontaneity.  In fact, you could
say she was a young, more boyish version of Terry standing next to her topless
as they were.

"Well now, I think we are all ready for a game, don't you?" I said trying to
keep it from getting more awkward.

"Like what, Man?" Jeremy challenged.

"Like � Like � Like, pin her tail with our donkeys." I said proud to have
thought of something with such short notice.

"Okay, how does it work?"  Jeremy asked.

I stated the made up rules and reworked them as the logistics unfolded while Ely
and Josh took down the still blindfolded and gagged Terry and moved her over to
Ely's apparatus to be secured in one of the many possible positions.  She was
bent over a bar with her wrists secured down and out in front of her with a bar
bending her knees forward and another bar holding her ankles back and apart.
The position presented her rear end as a perfect target for our contest.  Shauna
pinched some material away from her asshole while I cut it with some scissors
creating a bull's-eye at her round anal sphincter. 

With Terry ready, the cocks were 80% and falling due to the delay and business
of setting things up.  We each gave ourselves quick feels as nonchalantly as
possible to be at the ready for our turns.  Shauna was growing downright giddy
surrounded by the excited penises in our hands and took on the role of
blindfolder.  I helped her with the spinning of our friends around.  When the
first one, Russ was blindfolded, spun sufficiently, and facing his target,
Shauna put her hand on his donkey and gave it a friendly squeeze, whispering in
his ear, "Good luck."

This made Russ dizzier than just the spinning, as he staggered toward Terry with
his curved up cock, his back hunched forward, his arms outstretched and his legs
kind of bowlegged.  "No using your hands." I warned.  He put his hands together
behind his back and kind of duck waddled forward using his wagging cock as a
divining rod.  He approached Terry from the side and grazed her hip.  He pulled
back reflexively from the feel of his cockhead grazing the material of her
pantyhose.  He tried a second approach and his curved up cock grazed up on top
of her rear.  He shuddered throughout his shoulders and head, and tried once
again, only to have his cock graze down along her pussy.  He grunted with
frustration and I pulled him away reminding him, "Just three tries until it's
your turn again."  He pulled off the blindfold and looked back with a pained
expression at the target he was so close to hitting.

"How about me?  I made the thing." Ely chimed in before I could decide who would
be next.  Ely was the shortest of the group and I figured he'd need to tiptoe
with his docking approach.  I started spinning him the instant Shauna had
finished with the blindfold.  In so doing, his arms brushed up against her
breasts as he turned.  She smiled like she enjoyed it and he was so dizzy he
almost fell over sideways when she stroked his wiener a few times for good luck.
Ely started his thrust on tiptoes, but as he went forward, he'd come down
sliding along her pussy lips and ended up stimulating Terry more than anything
else.  With his blindfold off, he contemplated how he could be more successful
next time.

As each one of us tried our luck, Shauna molested our organs longer and more
daringly, for luck of course. It was cool though; it gave us stiffer spears.
Steven had the unusual sensation of making the hole in the pantyhose, but whose
cock was directed down along Terry's pussy lips inside the fabric.  He was so
confused by it, that he pushed and pulled several times before he managed to get
it back out.  I noticed his cock glistening on top.  Terry the bitch was really
hot.

Jeremy got the bull's-eye once, but without lubrication, could do nothing with
it, and reflexively backed away to try again.  The next time he was not as
successful because now Terry was moving within the limited manner available to
her to divert and deflect our spears from her target.  When we'd miss, sliding
down her pussy, she'd hump us all she could.

Everyone but Steven got two turns at it.  With precum on most of our dicks and
frustration up to over our heads, he said, "Just let me do it without the
blindfold this time."

It was that time. It was time to ream that bitch good, so I ran upstairs to get
some salad oil.  When I got back down, Steven was grunting red-faced poking at
her tight sphincter.  "Here Big Fella." I said, and dripped a couple of drops
down her crack.  No sense in making it any easier for her than was absolutely
necessary.  It was just what he needed to get his corona past her tight rubbery
ring, but not enough for a smooth sawing motion.  Eventually, I had to suspend
my delight at hearing her whine and have pity on my buddy and lube the piston
like a steam locomotive engineer at a pit stop.

They each got to finish their frustrations in her ass.  I got requests from two
of them to try the other passage, but that one was for my dad and I to use.
Each one was pretty much spent when they were through with their third turn.
They got dressed in turn and meandered off.  Ely was among the last to leave.

"Hey Man, this thing can do a lot more."  Ely advised me.

"Cool Man, let's plan on doing it again."  I said seeing him off while I was
still naked from the waist down, my dick at half-mast, and Shauna at my side
with her leather bra back on.

"Now it's my turn." I told Shauna, as I eagerly rubbed my hands together.

"Don't forget about me."  She said.

"Oh sure.  No problem."  I said and hurried back downstairs.  Shauna didn't
follow me right then, and I didn't think much of it, because I had a mission to
take care of.  When I got back to Terry, her anus was opening and closing and
oozing out my friends' cum down inside her pantyhose onto her cunt where I
wanted to be.  I undid her legs from the bars, pulled down her pantyhose and
grabbed some dirty laundry to wipe her up with.  Then I checked for how
lubricated she was with a couple of my fingers.  That seemed to perk her up.
I'd seen enough of Ely's contraption to figure out how to put her head and hands
in the stock and have her kneeling legs apart with her knees up under her
breasts.  She could raise her hips up a bit to avoid my teasing fingers, but it
made the stock pinch and pull on her neck.

I was rubbing my frustrated, precum weeping cock back to life when I heard
Shauna say from behind me.  "Want me to help you with that for good luck?"  I
turned and saw that she had reappeared wearing a huge strap on dildo.

"Ah, no."  I said, still uneasy with the new sexual plateau Shauna had reached
that night.  "Where did you get that?"

"It is Slut Buns'." She said.  "It's cool.  Watch this."  She reached behind her
and flipped some switch to cause the unit to vibrate.  "Ooooooaaaahhhh." She
verbalized to see if the vibrations were picking up in her voice as they rose up
from her body, and then turned it off before she went so far, she couldn't.

"Looks like fun."  I said.

"You know it.  Part of it goes back down here," referring to her pussy, "where
it counts, so I can be giving and getting at the same time."  She noticed me
staring at her erect nipples poking through the leather top.  "Do you think I'm
sexy?"

"Yeah Shauna, of course."  I said politely.

"As sexy as those women in your magazines?"

"Let me see."  I said in mock contemplation.  "You're wearing too much for me to
compare."  I said to get off the hook.

"Okay." She said and proceeded to take off all of the clothes except the
high-heeled boots. "And now?" Standing legs apart, arms akimbo.

"Gosh Shauna, you look great."  I said sincerely now.  She did look great.  "You
shaved your pussy.  That's hot. Your breasts, well your whole body is really
growing out nicely."

"Nicely?"

"Okay, you're getting to be very sexy. Really." I declared.

"That's better."  She said.  "So now I should be able to get you hard like she
does, right?"

I could feel myself going down.  "Ah, right."  I said.  

"Why is it going down now?"

"Ah, um, it's like your forcing me to get hard instead of just inviting me."
Not knowing what else to say.

"Okay, come here Big Boy.  I'll give you special treatment for 'luck.'"

I approached her and looked down as she wrapped her hand loosely around my dick
and put her other hand on my shoulder.  When she didn't move it, I moved forward
into it a little, then back a little.  I felt it pulse with blood rushing to
fill it and general excitement rising overwhelmingly fast in my system, as I
started to pump and pump and pump my cock in and out of her curled up fingers I
eventually opened my eyes looking shocked and dazed into hers and shot my pent
up load all over her naked belly.  

She smiled down my guilt and moments later broke the discomfort I was feeling by
declaring.  "Okay, then.  It's Wonder Cock on the job."  Said as she strapped
the cock back on.  "This is a job for 'Slut Busters.'"  She said like a slogan.

As she stood behind Terry, Terry tried to look around but was unable to.  Terry
whined panic into her gag as Shauna positioned the cock's head at her rear
entrance and not where Terry had hoped it would go, in her cunt.  Terry was
lubed and stretched enough that Shauna was able to get the monster in, but not
enough that it eased any pain.  Shauna hummed some tune to herself as she slowly
pumped the veined monster slowly in and slowly out of Terry's overly used hole.
She'd pause every once in a while in her trance like state to slap a rear cheek
or two with her palms.  Then when she seemed to decide that she wanted some for
herself, she flipped on the battery pack and rode Terry's rear entrance like
there was no tomorrow. 

Terry's whines of pain momentarily turned to a glimmer of expectation that she
might be able to get off despite the discomfort the monster was giving her.
Shauna came as if in her own world oblivious to me as her audience and certainly
Terry as the vehicle for the pleasure.  She finally couldn't take it any more
and while supporting herself on Terry's back with her hands, hummed loudly to
get my attention, took her hand behind her head, and pointed down her back at
the switch.

I rushed to her rescue and turned off the battery pack.  She just arched her
back with her eyes closed, jutting out her nubile breasts, breathing the air
from the upper part of the room, while calming her body.  She looked like she
might still be feeling phantom vibrations as she jockeyed her crotch over the
strap on extension touching her twat.

Terry was franticly screaming into her gag to get our attention.  Either
Shauna's now slow and deliberate movements were driving Terry mad with lust or
continuing to cause her pain as they moved the monster phallus around in her
lower guts.  When Shauna finally pulled out, Terry moaned crazy-like, as if she
wanted relief from sexual tension more than ever in her life, or that she
couldn't believe it wasn't still impaling her.

Shauna was satisfied. I was happy for her, weirded out for myself, but happy at
fulfilling my need for revenge on Terry.  Terry?  I can only guess, because we
undid her bounds, went to take her keys, and left her with her stuff.

Shauna sat snuggled up against me for the first time as we fell asleep watching
TV.